Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Beside the campfire, a young soldier of the city defenders licked firewood into the fire.

He took out a piece of dry food from his pocket, broke it in half, and chewed it in his mouth.

If there is no water for this kind of thing, it will be as hard as a stone in winter.

"Kakkaka."

A soldier in black armor sat beside him.

He moved a seat, chewed dry food, looked at the Hei Jiajun and said with a smile.

"You carry such a suit of armor all day long, isn't it heavy?"

The soldiers trapped in the camp took off their helmets from their heads, and took off all the half-beast masks on their faces, revealing the face of an ordinary middle-aged man below, rolling their eyes.

"Heavy, not only heavy, but also boring."

Both laughed, and fell silent again.

The soldier who fell into the army also took out a piece of dry food from his arms and chewed it in his mouth.

"Thank you." The guard soldier said suddenly.

The stragglers looked at him suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

"Since the army came out, if you hadn't rushed to the front to break the formation, we would not have been able to fight it out, nor would we have been able to escape."

The city guard shook his head, smiled and said with emotion: "We have always blocked the sword for the elite, and I have never seen you block the sword for us like this."

"Honestly, you guys are really majestic!"

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"You don't need to thank us. We are trapped. Do you understand the meaning of being trapped? If we don't rush to the front, who will rush to the front."

The entrapment army grinned and glanced at the young city defenders.

Turning around, he untied a water bottle from his waist, put it to his mouth and took a sip.

Passed it to the young city defenders on the side.

The city guard looked down at the kettle, smiled, and took it over: "Thanks."

The soldiers fell silent for a moment.

"My boy, if he didn't die, he should be as old as you."

"Hey, you are taking advantage of this, you want to be my father?"

The city guard said jokingly, and the two laughed out loud.

Another log was thrown into the fire.

"After this battle, if I live, I will join your army." The defenders looked at the flames with burning eyes.

The soldier who fell into the army smiled and looked at the youthful appearance of the city defender silently, touched the stubble on his chin, and leaned against the tree trunk beside him.

"I advise you, if you stop thinking about it, you can do something else. Being in battle is not a place for people like you to stay."

They are all people who were rescued from death row camps. A good man like this young man should not be like them.

"Why?" The young man of the city guard was a little puzzled.

The straggler sighed, stuffed the rest of the dry food into his mouth, and closed his eyes.

"If you win the battle, go home. Why bother to fight around in this chaotic place. When you die, you don't know where you died."

The night wind blows the withered grass on the mountain, it is quiet.

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Dongfang spits white, Meng Ao is still standing on the pass, and Meng Wu is also standing on the side.

Suddenly, at the far end of the mountain path, a group of cavalry slowly came out.

The armor was blood-stained and dilapidated, and the horse under him seemed a little bumpy when walking.

But there were only three thousand riders, and the leading general rode on the back of a black horse.

He was wearing a white robe, but he couldn't see the white robe at all, it was all stained with blood.

"Hehehe."

Meng Ao's complexion relaxed and turned red, he suppressed a smile, and then burst out laughing loudly.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Standing behind him, Meng Wu rubbed his nose, smashed his mouth, and smiled with his mouth hooked.

Meng Ao raised his big hand and shouted loudly: "Open the city gate!"

Meng Wu waved his hand: "Yes!"

He turned around and shouted at the soldiers guarding the city: "Open the city gate!!"

"Calla la la la."

The heavy city gate opened slowly.

Three thousand remnants of defeated cavalry came with the sun behind their backs, but in the city, flags were torn up, as if they were welcoming a triumphant return.

Three thousand riders walked into the city.

On both sides of the road are two rows of Mongolian soldiers, their faces are solemn and their armor is correct.

Holding up the long dagger in his hand, he drove across both sides of the road.

They all understand that without this army, they may not be able to come back.

They traded their lives for theirs.

There is not much they can do, the only thing they can do is to express their gratitude with the highest respect they can do.

The cavalry was walking in the middle of the road, and a city defense soldier shrank his neck, leaning over to a entrapment soldier in front of him and said.

"I've never seen anything like this in my life."

The soldier in the army smiled wryly, and turned his neck: "My mother has never seen it..."