Ling Tian didn't sleep, looking at the sleeping Chen beside him, as well as everyone in the tent, he thought to himself, if he died, would he never see them again... I can't play with them anymore, drink together, laugh together, exercise together... I will never see my eldest brother and second brother who are still waiting for him... I don't want to die, I can't die... I made up my mind, rolled over and fell asleep...

The next day, everyone got up early, got dressed, took up their weapons, and walked to the pioneer camp under the leadership of the black crow. It's still General Chen's motivational speech, for the sprint group, this is meaningless, it's not as good as a shout from the black crow...

When the army marched to the battlefield, the two armies confronted each other, and the two sides seemed to be very accustomed to this kind of war, and the procedures were almost unchanged, as if they were designed and arranged.

In order to exhaust the strength of the army on the opposite side, the barbarians can break through the camp pass in one fell swoop and directly enter the towns in the territory to plunder supplies.

The purpose of the vanguard camp is only to defend the homeland until the barbarian army gathers here, and wait for reinforcements to win the last battle of autumn. But at present, it is still far from the last battle that is expected to be good...

With the roar of the brothers in the sprint group, they rushed towards the infantry array on the opposite side, and as soon as the black crow and the leader of the opposing infantry array clashed, they slashed the axe of the leading brute with a sword, and the rear army immediately shouted. Then all the brothers of the sprint group rushed into the formation.

Ling Tian was still frightened, and when he didn't know what to do, Chen shouted at him: "It's okay, with us, don't have an accident!

Ling Tian took two steps back, tripped over the corpse of a brute behind him, and simply lay on the ground, pretending to be dead. There were corpses piling up continuously, and Ling Tian found that when he pretended to be dead, his heart was very calm, as if he was really a corpse, quietly watching the changes on the battlefield...

Occasionally, when a brother around him is in danger or someone sneaks up, he will get up and play a hooligan sword move against the sneak attack or unprepared brute, "killing chickens and taking eggs" is the best use, and the brother who gets the buffer can directly turn around and end up with the life of the brute.

It's not very safe to pretend to be dead, but fortunately, Chen has been helping to observe the safety of Ling Tian's side, and when some barbarians found out that Ling Tian was pretending to be dead, and was about to step forward to mend the knife, Chen rushed over to lure the barbarians away.

Of course, Ling Tian felt that the most annoying thing was that he was accidentally stepped on by the barbarians, his hands and face were about to be trampled and swollen, so he simply hid his hands under the corpses of the barbarians and pretended to be dead on his stomach.

Later, I found out that it still didn't work, and my head was always accidentally hit a few times, and when I turned around, I had already run away, and I didn't know who hit it. Wait and think about it, if it's an axe, won't the head burst into flowers, then it will become a ghost, so let's lie down.

The chance of being stepped on was too great, and Ling Tian had to sit up and rub the painful place vigorously while everyone was not paying attention, feeling that the bone frame was about to be trampled loose.

When the strength of the brothers in the sprint group was about to be exhausted, the black crow stood at the top of the corpse pile, and threw the sword out of the sword fiercely, with amazing strength, and went straight towards the leader of the barbarians. Although the place of the battle was nearly a thousand meters away from the barbarian army, the barbarian leader could still feel how sharp the sword flying at him was, and finally used all his strength to plunge into the ground a few steps in front of the barbarian leader.

The leader of the barbarians suddenly shouted in anger, and the entire barbarian army rushed over. The generals of the sprint battalion at the same time ordered ...

Ling Tian saw the troops on his side rushing over. One rolled over and got up, picked up the brother who was injured and lay on the ground and ran back, the long-term training was not in vain, and he picked up three or four people in a row and turned around and ran fast...

When passing by the crow, the crow was shocked by his actions and "huh"...

The brothers who were carried on their shoulders also laughed at Ling Tian, and gave him a thumbs up, "Little ghost, it's good, there are two hits..." "Brother, you slow down, I'm a little dizzy..."

Back in the camp, the crow still said simply: "Rest." He turned around and walked away.

The brothers in the sprint group started drinking and chatting again.

"Good job, little ghost!" "Thanks to you, I was almost poked in the back by those barbarian cubs. "Little ghost, live well, I think you're running well." "Not a bad fart!Lao Tzu was almost thrown up!""Don't worry!Stinky boy, with your brothers here, you can rest at ease, and just wait for a few of your brothers to come back after beating!" "Haha

Ling Tian blushed and scratched his head, although he was pretending to be dead during the war, he couldn't play much of a role, and he had to rely on the care of the brothers in the sprint group, but everyone was praising Ling Tian, there was no sense of anger at all, the sprint group was always so happy.

The black crow, who had not gone far outside the tent, looked at the sculpture in the middle of the camp and was silent...

In the following morning, all the brothers in the sprint group no longer slept lazily, and came out to run with Ling Tianchen, pulling skin while running, and everyone laughed.

The black crow no longer looked at the assault camp opposite, but stood in the middle of the camp, next to the sculpture, watching the brothers run over in a circle, without saying anything, but everyone felt that this was the best encouragement and recognition.

The fat man is the laziest and the least good at running, and he always loses after running two or three laps, which provokes the brothers to ridicule, "Isn't it just running, the pockets you carry are not as heavy as the meat on my body!"

Ling Tian was so amused that he didn't catch his breath, and squatted for a while, "Stinky boy, make you laugh happily! When Lao Tzu loses weight, he will definitely run faster than you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked in the ass from behind by the mouse, the fat man's face was red, he got up and chased the mouse and ran several times, and the mouse also turned around and shouted, "You are a man, isn't this quite capable of running!"

"Let Lao Tzu catch you and you will be abolished today!"

After breakfast, everyone stopped drinking, some of them accompanied Ling Tian up the mountain to play, and the other part nailed the trees cut back into guardrails around the camp, looking from a distance the once dilapidated sprint group camp, now it looks like a small village surrounded by wooden walls.

Under Brother Leng's tutelage, Ling Tian's rogue swordsmanship can basically be regarded as an apprentice, he can play smoothly, and he can catch it with his hands, and no one will play with Ling Tian casually, because that swordsmanship is played by Ling Tian at will, and they feel that the egg hurts when they look at it.

Brother Leng saw that Ling Tian was playing well, and said, "Okay, this set of swordsmanship is quite easy to play, and now Brother will teach you the stunt of slashing people." "I think it's the sword momentum. "It's said to be a stunt, but in fact, it's nothing more than ordinary chopping and slashing. ”

As he spoke, Brother Leng took the sword in his hand and slashed it fiercely, only to the middle, half a height from the ground, the ground was dusty, and the sword stopped in mid-air, but the air under the sword was like a substance condensed into another sword shape, and continued to slash towards the sword, and the slash dispersed on the ground, leaving sword marks on the ground.

"See?" Brother Leng asked Ling Tian.

Ling Tian nodded and shook his head again.

"Stupid! take it!" Brother Leng threw his sword to Ling Tian, "Let's practice!"

"How can you practice this?" Ling Tian asked.

"Cut!" Leng said only one word.

Helplessly, Ling Tian took the sword and slashed it one by one...

For an afternoon, Ling Tian's hand shook painfully, but there was no progress in the slightest.

"Eat ~ continue tomorrow. After saying that, Brother Leng went back to the camp to eat.

The wars provoked by the barbarians became more and more frequent, and Ling Tian seemed to have a rhythm, running together, cutting trees, carving flowers, swimming, and practicing swords every morning when he was not fighting.

Once there is a battle to fight, take a big day off, drink and cheer up, and then fight with the army, continue to play dead, and run if you win... The current Ling Tian, every time he ran back, his small body could carry five or six people, and he could run fast with his back.

The general of the pioneer battalion is also aware of this matter, there are almost no dead in the sprint group in every battle, and his pioneer battalion always suffers heavy losses, although the sprint group is subordinate to the pioneer battalion, but the rights of the crow are given by the previous general, almost the same status as the general of the pioneer battalion, disobedience to orders and control has become commonplace, which makes his heart extremely unbalanced, but there is nothing to be done.

Finally, the army of barbarians has gradually gathered, and in the last few wars, the barbarian army has become larger and larger, and the vanguard battalion has become invincible. It was also at this time that the friendly forces of the other frontier fronts gradually gathered with the convergence of the barbarian troops they were fighting against.

The first to gather here was the vanguard support army, and the deputy general of this army was the second young master of the Nangong family, Nangong Yu. As the fastest charging support force, this army has been chasing the large team that has just gathered in the barbarian army in front, sweeping away the barbarian squads outside some small strongholds around the way, leveling out many remaining barbarian stragglers in the marginal areas, preventing many barbarian soldiers from looting villages and towns, and following the barbarian brigade, directly to the place where the final battle of the previous year is located, which is the frontline pioneer camp where Ling Tian is located.

Nangong Yu as a child of the family, the main general of the vanguard support army naturally put most of the military exploits on the head of Nangong Yu, want to be promoted to make a fortune, return to Beijing to enjoy Qingfu, it is indispensable to have a good relationship with various families, Nangong Yu came to the army to serve as a partial general, it is a good time to pull the relationship, at this moment Nangong Yu Yu Xuanang, after all, he is still a young and vigorous, majestic young man, naturally very proud.

Riding a horse and following the main general into the pioneer camp, he met with the general of the pioneer camp for the first time, and he didn't even bother to say hello, which made the general of the pioneer camp very dissatisfied, but after the commander of the vanguard support army whispered a few words in his ear, he complimented the young master of Nangong, and Nangong Yu was even more proud not to find the edge.

After entering the big tent and taking their seats, the main generals exchanged a few simple words of greetings with each other, and then began to analyze the current situation. Nangong Yu felt bored, and planned to take a walk in the camp after a while, and the pioneer camp leader sent his personal general to follow.

Walking to the edge, Nangong Yu saw a striking wooden stake surrounding a small village and town-like sprint group, "What kind of place is that?

"Tell General Nangong, that place is the camp of the Pioneer Battalion Sprint Group. The general leaned over and looked very respectful.

"Huh, why didn't the sprint group be in the same camp? I support the arrival of the army, why don't you see the commander of this group come to meet you?" Nangong Yu was displeased.

"General Hui, this sprint group is only under the command of the Pioneer Battalion, but it has never been controlled by the Pioneer Battalion. The general replied.

"How can it be reasonable for a subordinate to win a war if he does not obey the orders of his superiors? ”

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