The immortal who travels the world

Chapter 1057 Desperate Camp

Lu Yan simply integrated the basic information he got from the long mouth named Wang Ji.

In general, this seems to be a very ordinary world.

An ancient background, adding a bit of fantasy and treachery.

And in terms of combat power, it doesn't seem to be very high.

At least judging from Lu Yan's current understanding, it is completely unworthy of any extremely dangerous evaluation.

The most important thing is that he didn't find any familiar keywords from the information, it should not be the movies or novels he has watched...

Ok……

Ah!
This is temporarily in doubt.

More information is needed to make a judgment.

While Lu Yan was thinking, the young soldier named Er Bao brought an iron pot and put it on the fire.

There is only water and scattered ginger slices in the pot.

"Well, it's raining, let's drink some ginger soup, so as not to catch the cold."

While talking, Er Bao rubbed his hands and sat down by the fire.

By the way, the situation of this camp seems not to be optimistic from what Lu Yan observed.

There should be a camp of 3000 people at full strength, but the current situation is that, including Wang Ji and Erbao, there are less than twenty soldiers at full strength.

Among them were nearly ten soldiers, all with injuries of varying degrees.

You don't even need to communicate, you can feel a strong breath of despair from these people.

These soldiers either threw their weapons on the ground beside them at will, or stuck them vertically in the ground like erecting a monument for themselves in advance.

Some people leaned against the flagpole, some sat on the ground, all of them were heavy with decadence.

The standard leather armor on his body was without exception, all of them were tattered, and the exposed skin was covered with dirt and he didn't bother to clean it.

It is better to say that it is a group of refugees than an army. The word "waiting to die" seems to be written on everyone's face.

Such a group of people, it's hard to say what fighting power they can have.

"I made you laugh."

Wang Ji wiped the simple knife he carried with him, and smiled wryly.

Although he was still full of doubts about Lu Yan.

But in his simple cognition, since the other party chose to let him go when he was fully capable of killing him, he could basically be judged as a friend.

After all, in their current state, it's really not worth using any tricks.

"Frankly, I still don't know why you came here, but this may not be a good thing for you."

Wang Ji let out a long sigh.

Lu Yan smiled indifferently.

He had already learned the basic situation of their camp from this chief.

To be precise, this area actually already belongs to the enemy-occupied area.

The demon's battle line has already crossed this camp.

The reason why these 20 or so remnant soldiers are still alive, in Wang Ji's words, is probably because the demons feel that they can no longer pose any threat at all.

Just let them fend for themselves.

This is actually not surprising. You must know that the entire vanguard army was defeated by the demons, and everyone died, and the 3000 people in the Xishan Camp were no exception.

The twenty or so of them basically crawled out of the dead by luck.

Afterwards, they spontaneously gathered in the camp.

When Wang Ji and Er Bao went out on patrol before, they only planned to find out if there were any survivors, and they ran into Lu Yan by chance.

For these surviving soldiers, if they can live an extra day, they earn a day.

Anyway, with such a defeated army, it must be a dream to break through the blockade of demons and return to the town under the control of humans.

"I don't know where the battle line has been pushed to the rear. We won't have supplies here, let alone reinforcements. There are very few supplies left in the camp..."

Wang Ji wiped his face, trying to strengthen his spirits.

But in the face of the cruel reality, it is obviously powerless to say anything.

"Old Wang, you brought another person back. Have you forgotten that the food in the camp is only enough for three days even if you save it?" said a man with a knife scar on his face.

The man with the scar is Zhou Ping, who is also a superintendent.

It can be seen from the barbed words in his language that he is obviously very dissatisfied with Wang Ji's behavior of adding a burden to the camp.

Wang Ji was silent for a while, and retorted unconvincingly: "...everyone is human."

"For this reason?"

Zhou Ping snorted: "It's fine if you bring back a fellow robe, what else can this little boy do besides increase our burden?"

Although the rest of the soldiers did not stand up to support Zhou Ping, such a silent attitude obviously acquiesced in Zhou Ping's attack on Wang Ji.

Hearing this, Er Bao's first reaction was not to stand up and support Wang Ji or something, but to take a cautious look at Lu Yan.

At that time, he clearly saw the scene of Lu Yan suddenly appearing in front of Wang Ji, and then taking off Wang Ji's knife.

That kind of speed, in his opinion, was even more terrifying than the innate warriors he had seen when he was in Kyoto.

He was afraid that Lu Yan couldn't hold back the conflict with Zhou Ping for a while, so he quickly said, "Mr. Zhou, stop talking..."

However, before Er Bao finished speaking, Lu Yan interrupted him directly.

"The burden is to live from three days to two and a half days?"

Lu Yan still had his usual kind smile on his face.

"***!"

Zhou Ping seemed to have a fiery temper. Hearing Lu Yan's ridicule, he jumped up from the ground and shouted angrily, "Try telling me again?!"

"Being harsh and soft on the inside can only reveal your weakness."

Lu Yan was still smiling, he didn't even stand up.

Among other things, he felt that the millions of years spent in Greek mythology had at least made him more patient.

Teng!
The long knife is unsheathed.

Zhou Ping made a gesture to slash at Lu Yan.

Because he acted too suddenly, the soldiers around him didn't have time to stop him.

Just this threat...

"That's the end of the ridiculous banter."

Lu Yan casually pointed out.

The regular ability of Suotian is indeed very convenient for him now.

Zhou Ping felt as if he had lost control of his limbs for an instant, holding the long knife high but unable to cut it down no matter what.

Everything around him seems to be rejecting his own existence, as if his behavior is something outrageous.

Feeling such an incomprehensible power, Zhou Ping suddenly widened his eyes, as if he was about to pop his eyes out.

"I...how can I..."

"what have you done?!"

"This is the power of demons! What are you still doing!? Hurry up..."

But when he was halfway through, it was as if someone had suddenly pressed the mute button.

Zhou Ping's scolding voice disappeared instantly, only his mouth was still opening and closing.

(End of this chapter)