"Hmm. ”

Pang Ming was slightly stunned, and glanced at the boxing soldier with a touch on his face.

He caught a glimpse of the other party's gaze on the knife in his hand, and suddenly became vigilant in his heart.

The next moment, he felt that he was so vigilant, it was very ridiculous.

"The runes engraved on this spirit soldier have already been manipulated by cultivators. “

With his right hand raised and stood in front of his face, Pang Ming stroked the blade of the knife with his left hand under the gaze of many fanatics.

"Once out of my hand, this blade will be torn to shreds by the Wind Element. ”

"You can't use it. ”

With his right hand swinging the knife diagonally, Pang Ming leaned the whole knife behind his back, the expression on his face revealed helplessness, but the gaze in his eyes was as cold as ice.

"As for accompanying me to death. ”

"You don't have to. ”

Pang Ming strode forward, his left hand waving in front of him.

As Pang Ming advanced, the soldiers in front of him automatically dispersed one by one, revealing a narrow strange path for him to pass.

"The only remaining grain and grass is stored in the rear. ”

Pang Ming looked ahead without squinting, observing the silver waterfall tide that quickly rolled in, and the coalition soldiers who were quickly collapsing and evading in front of the silver tide.

The explosive vitality in the injured body kept surging, and Pang Ming endured severe pain from the inside to the outside all the time.

With every step he took, every time he waved his hand, Pang Ming, who was trembling all over his body, looked at the fast-moving silver tide, and the bitterness in the smile on his face completely faded.

"If you want to go, hurry up. ”

"But as I go, I will give you one last command as commander-in-chief. ”

"Huh?"

The smiling face stiffened slightly, Pang Ming frowned slightly, and looked at the soldier standing in front of him.

The soldier's face was covered with brown spots and wrinkles, and his thick hair was white, stained with many miscellaneous particles and dust, and looked gray.

The soldier was fully armoured, and he still held a blue satin handsome banner in his hand.

The old man looked at Pang Ming, who was frowning, and smiled.

"How can you let the general go on the road alone. ”

"The old man is willing to continue to carry the rope and lead the horse for the general in the Nine Shades Mansion. ”

The old man's face was full of sincerity, and Pang Ming's eyes widened and he stood quietly in front of the old man.

After a while, Pang Ming finally opened his cracked lips and said, "There is no point in you doing this. ”

"What an honor it is to die with the general, and to sacrifice one's life for the declining clan with the remnants of old age!"

The old man's wrinkled face faded from his brown eyes.

His eyes became clear and bright, his voice hoarse, but his tone was firm and sonorous.

The old man took a step back, clenched the flagpole of the handsome flag with both hands, and bent down towards Pang Ming.

"Please general!"

"Please general!"

"Please general!"

Dozens of soldiers around Pang Ming came out in line, all of them clasping their fists and saluting Pang Ming.

Most of them were disabled, and many of them limped when they walked.

Glancing at the soldiers who saluted him in the crowd, Pang Ming's eyes welled up with sporadic tears.

He lifted his head, narrowed his eyes, and swallowed back the tears from his eyes.

"Your loyalty to your tribe and your courage to stand up to a strong enemy are visible to all. ”

"It is Pang Ming's honor to be able to work with you on the battlefield. ”

Lowering his head, his face was solemn and pangming, he stretched out his left hand and held the handsome flag flagpole in the old man's hand, and pulled the flagpole out of the old man's hand.

"Therefore, you should not be sent to death. ”

"I want you to rush back to your tribe, use your experience to teach the children of your tribe, and use your body to grow enough food for your tribe to survive the cold winter and summer. ”

"I want you to live, live to warn the patriarch, and live to inform the other tribes allied with my people. ”

"Tell them!"

Pang Ming clenched his teeth, his pale face distorted, the knotted muscles on his cheeks bulged, and a fierce look flowed from his eyes.

"The talismans we use are all evil talismans, so they must be cautious when using them. ”

Bowing his head slightly, Pang Ming held the handsome flag in his left hand and waved it lightly.

The slender flagpole rolls up and stirs up a wide flagcloth, which is rolled up in a ball and tied to the flagpole.

Looking straight ahead, Pang Ming let out a long breath, and his eyes with hatred showed a trace of helplessness and loneliness.

"Don't. ”

"It's going to end up like we're waiting for. ”

Holding the handsome flag across his chest, Pang Ming waved the flagpole horizontally.

"General. ”

The old man standing in front of Pang Ming had tears streaming down his face and couldn't stop sobbing.

The old man's feet were firmly on the ground, but he was still pushed aside by the flagpole.

Liu Heng was not far away, and the fire yuan hoarded in Pang Ming's body was surging more and more violently.

Pang Ming tensed his cheeks and clenched his teeth, blood oozing from between his gums.

Strode past the old pawn and walked out of his own subordinates who had been surrounding him.

"Let's go, I'm here enough. ”

A little blood trickled out from between his thin mouths, and Pang Ming's body shook.

He struggled to hold himself and struggled to control his throat so that his voice would not go out of tune.

"Work hard to live, you survive, and our clan will have a future. ”

As far as the eye could see, the chaotic coalition infantry ran in all directions.

What caught my ears was a constant shout of killing and mourning.

Pang Ming closed his mouth tightly and let the blood trickle down his chin with the black whiskers.

He no longer turned his head or said a word.

Soon, most of the soldiers behind him quickly retreated with the retreating coalition soldiers.

There are also people who are reluctant to leave.

The old man bent over, his hands tightly clutching the corner of the azure cloak behind Pang Ming's back.

There were many coalition soldiers who broke out and retreated, but Pang Ming stood in front of the old soldier, and the weak old soldier was not pushed away by the flow of people.

When his body stabilized a little, and the flow of people around him gradually thinned, the old soldier who was still standing behind Pang Ming gasped, and when his eyes just showed joy, a beam of fire had enveloped his face.

Pang Ming, who was bathed in the firelight, turned his left hand slightly, waved the flagpole diagonally down the flagpole, and shook off the flagcloth that was rolled on the flagpole.

"Poof!"

The blue satin banner painted with handsome characters unfurled, and the undulating flag cloth on the surface fluttered in the wind in front of Pang Ming.

The next moment, the flag fluttering in the wind was cut by the halberd blade, and the red light that lingered from the halberd blade slashed straight into Pang Ming's neck.

At dusk, in the west of Yinshui Town, dozens of carriages walked on the road in turn.

Each wooden carriage was covered with a thick white cloth, which was tied to death with hemp rope, but the white cloth between the hemp ropes was always protruding.

The eight wheels of each carriage were wrapped in iron sheets, and each wheel was able to plow thumb-deep ruts in the hard ground as the carriage walked.

Recently, Yinshui Town has become more and more prosperous, and there are more and more merchants coming and going, but there has never been a convoy like this.