Chief don't slap in the face

"Miss, I know some herbal medicine, and I can help take care of the wounded soldiers!"

Xia Xiang strikes up a conversation with the female soldier in charge of escorting.

"No need, we have no wounded soldiers!"

The female soldier replied lukewarmly.

"No wounded soldiers?"

Xia Xiang cried subconsciously, are you kidding me?Just fought a siege battle, you tell me there are no wounded soldiers?Are you all iron men?Not hurt?

Seeing Xia Xiang's questioning, the female soldier snorted, "We can't achieve zero casualties if we fight this kind of rubbish tribe, so we lose!"

hiss!

The word "zero casualties" made Xia Xiang and the other prisoners gasp, and couldn't help looking at Xia Jinzhao.

"impossible!"

Xia Jinzhao cried out, this sentence is the biggest insult to me, okay?

"No deaths or serious injuries, more than a dozen minor injuries, but Miko Izumi has already been treated!"

The female soldier looked at Xia Jinzhao with a playful look on her face: "It's your soldiers, nearly a hundred of them died. If it wasn't for the kindness of our great chief to let Quan Meizi treat those injured, they would all be wiped out."

The female warrior's javelins rained down, and after the soldiers were scattered and wounded, they were hunted and killed by the mountain ghosts, and many of them were directly bitten to death.

Of course, there are casualties among the mountain ghosts, but this kind of cannon fodder that can gather a large number of troops at any time does not count at all.

For the injured mountain ghosts, Lord Gui didn't even bother to treat them, so he hacked them to death with a single knife.

"Thinking about it carefully, I don't seem to have seen death!"

Big Nose recalled that during the entire process of the Chaoge Corps' attack, they had always controlled the dominance, even if they were avoiding the detours of the Molten Soldiers, there was no confusion.

"So strong!"

The captives sighed.

In the forest, Mo Wuheng staggered and fled. She felt her throat was burning again, her lips were extremely chapped, and her legs were weak and sour.

Mo Wuheng didn't dare to stop, because the team of the public loser was chasing after him.

"I can't die here, I still have a lot of unfinished designs!"

Mo Wuheng cheered himself up.

"Haha, Mo Wuheng, you can't escape!"

"You dare to claim to be one of the three most talented geniuses of the Mo family? Aren't you being chased by us like a lost dog?"

"Mo Wuheng, be obedient and die. I will make you into a puppet and fight for me for the rest of my life. It will be your honor."

All kinds of arrogant shouts came from behind.

Rationality told Mo Wuheng not to scold back, but to save energy, but with her character, she couldn't bear it: "Hehe, ten people attacked me unexpectedly, and three of them were killed, how dare you brag about Boyi?"

This sentence made the public loser's team choke, followed by abuse.

"But this time it's really going to be cold!"

The thousand sub-crows that could explore the way were destroyed, and Mo Wuheng could only scurry about like a headless chicken, not to mention that there were no pursuers, and if there were no pursuers, running around like this was killing himself in the ancient forests of the wasteland.

"Wait, there seems to be a voice?"

Mo Wuheng was refreshed and immediately quickened his pace.

"The situation has changed, hurry up and stop her!"

Gong Shufan yelled, although he looked down on Mo Wuheng, but he is indeed one of the most outstanding geniuses of the Mohist family, with endless tricks, they have been hanging behind, not because they can't catch up with Mo Wuheng, but because they want to consume her The physical strength, wait until exhausted before starting.

"Look at me!"

A young man with a double chin was carrying a wooden box behind his back, and with a whir, three bronze birds shot out like lightning.

Chapter 213 Meet Again

"What are you afraid of? As long as we report the names of the public losers, even members of Zhao Wang's family will not dare to meddle in our business!"

Gong Shuliang, who had a big bald head, felt that the two fellow students were too cautious, and the title of Gong Shujia was the capital to go sideways.

In this era of civilization where vitality is the foundation of everything, there is also science and technology, which also requires invention and creation, and the public losers and Mohists are the two top schools.

It can be said that in the field of vitality technology, no one can match it. The top mechanism masters of the public loser and the Mohist school are equivalent to Einstein and Marie Curie, standing at the forefront of the world.

Mining minerals, copper smelting and metallurgy, making ballistas and catapults, building palaces and dungeons, and creating various mechanism dolls and war beasts...

In this era, mechanism art is science and industry, including two major systems of engineering and science, mechanism masters are the most knowledgeable group of people.

Cultivating a mechanism teacher is like cultivating a doctoral student. Firstly, the student needs to have the talent in this field, and then it needs more than ten years of careful teaching. Therefore, the public loser and the Mohist school have been robbing excellent students, and they are extremely protective of their shortcomings.

The mechanism divisions are very united, so almost all the tribes have an attitude of awe and do not participate in the conflict between the public losers and the Mohists.

I can't help it, I can't afford it.

"Haha, your words are a bit exaggerated!"

The double-chinned Gongshutai raised his eyebrows. In his words, he was full of confidence. To become a mechanism master, he would be one in a thousand talents, so even if he heard noisy voices, he was not afraid.

"Stop talking nonsense, if Mo Wuheng is crippled, we will definitely get a huge reward from the president!"

Gong Shufan was cautious and quickened his pace.

In a dense forest, Mo Wuheng stopped, leaning against a big tree, panting heavily, and stared vigilantly at these foreign women who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"This time it's troublesome!"

Mo Wuheng was depressed. People of other races were always brutal and rude, and they were not easy to communicate with. I was afraid that I would not be able to impress them, so I asked them to help.

Seeing Mo Wuheng stop, the three bronze birds did not pursue them, but started circling in the forest, waiting for an opportunity.

"A chick!"

Divi blew a whistle: "It's pretty!"

"The breasts are so small, what's the use of farts?"

Lily snorted and pushed her chest out to show off.