laughing soul

Chu Yu was a good leader of troops, and the hundred or so monk soldiers were not gentle and weak. Each of them struck out with a long stick, and he could precisely smash two or three bones under the enemy's ribs with his strength, making his combat ability fully Lost without losing their lives, and at the same time mobilized the atmosphere of the entire fire army in a sluggish state, and the scene became lively again.

The battle situation had subtly reversed when Chu Yu entered the enemy's line. At this moment, it was gradually expanding at a gratifying speed, but he still found a rather disturbing constraint in it.

Even if all the Nanman soldiers are killed, these copper and iron dummies that cannot be broken or killed will still come one after another. Maybe the shaman Chuanmu still has a third and fourth yurt in his hand as a backup. Master the Achilles' heel of the dummy, and the battle can be extended indefinitely within the enemy's control.

And he has already seen from Qiu Sheng's brain-dead behavior of rushing out regardless of life and death that this person's purpose is obviously not to win, but to win a quick battle.

Since Qiu Sheng came to Nan Daying, Chu Yu hadn't been to the capital for a long time, but referring to the daily behavior of the corrupt officials in the imperial court who were as numerous as bull lice, one could imagine how tense the situation in the capital was with his heels.

Chu Yu squinted his eyes and chopped off the head of the soldier close to him. He sideways avoided the copper and iron dummy's flying knife, and looked at the burnt part of its chest in a flash, and murmured in his heart.

He Lingyu was held back on the way from Weizhou to Jiangnan. As she expected, the remnants of Beili really took this opportunity to bombard the Northwest Army. Both Deng and Zimmer stayed in the barracks, carrying big knives and forcing the gang of thieves to run away. On the contrary, she herself failed to complete the task of reaching Jiangnan on time.

This must be the mess made by the undercover undercover ghosts buried deep in Dayue when they were dying. The guards sent by Wang Deng are worth the entire assassination team. He Lingyu is not a vegetarian as the deputy station of the arsenal. Of course, she was unharmed, needless to say, she was disgusting because these little things hindered her footsteps, in desperation, somehow she thought of Chu Yu, and the tip-off went to him.

Before seeing the real object, even the most arrogant and ingenious craftsman can't handle the simplest small object, let alone such an earth-shattering big guy who can kill and set fire.He Lingyu held the rein with one hand and twirled the writing brush slightly with the other, and finally came up with some solutions that might be effective. When he said it, he wrote hundreds of plans in eloquence, and had to follow Qiu Sheng's instructions secretly. I went through the battle situation from beginning to end again, and finally left seven to seven 49 methods, and no matter whether Chu Yu had the spare time to read them all, he was a little at a loss for a while, but he could only do so.

Fortunately, the owner of the pavilion can still maintain a stable mentality and a normal memory under extreme circumstances. According to He Lingyu's plan, he has implemented it one by one. Unexpectedly, it is a temporary solution, not the root cause. The best choice is to hold a sharp arrow with sparks Shooting directly at the dummy's chest can more or less restrict the opponent's ability to act, other than that, it is all futile.

As a complete layman in the art of ingenuity, Chu Yu didn't see any way to do it, so he didn't dare to fool around by himself, and he didn't have nothing to do to question the special strength of the deputy station of the arsenal. He just watched the stalemate right now. In the current situation, even though he was calm and calm no matter when and where, he was a little bit impatient.

Chu Yu tightened his waist and hugged Qiu Sheng's left arm, his breath gradually became quicker in the endless fight.

The Southern barbarians supported by copper and iron dummies are just like a tiger with wings added. If the two sides are evenly matched again, the battle will definitely expand and the war will be extended a lot. Qiu Sheng can't last that long.

Chu Yu gritted his teeth and bit the corner of his lips bitterly.

I'm afraid it won't work now, waiting for a two-day rest to slowly recuperate his body and bones, he insists on pressing the little boy Qiu Sheng to the ground, finds a long leather whip, licks his flesh and whips him up to his heart's content.

At the beginning, she pretended to be crazy and moaned to tell him not to spoil her own feelings, but she dared to take a chance to give him a chance to lose her mind.

The long sword held a shining sword flower in his hand, and instantly repelled the bug-like dead soldiers surrounding him, and then touched Qiu Sheng's veins with his free hand.

Chu Yu felt a chill in his heart, and felt an illusory cold pulse, and quickly raised his eyes to find an opportunity to take advantage of, so that the battle quickly came to a definite result, who would have thought that when he raised his eyes, he saw a familiar man head-on. The figure crossed the border and came forward, shouting loudly: "Young Master Chu! Take Your Majesty first!"

Chu Yu immediately wanted to kneel down to Fang Jiu without hesitation, reined in his horse and turned around to leave. While retreating, he thought inexplicably: How did he know that I belonged to Chu Yu?

Only then did he remember that Momo raised his hand and scratched his face, but the ugly mask was missing. When he looked again, his lowered eyebrows met Qiu Sheng's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He lost a lot of blood, and unconsciously tried his best not to turn over and fell asleep. In a trance, he almost used all the strength in his body to slowly catch Chu Yu's arm, smiled and raised it loosely in his hand. The □□ on the screen, like a naive child who succeeded in pranking, raised his eyebrows at Chu Yu almost complacently.

Chu Yu's heart trembled violently, and then there was an overwhelming noise of sorrow and sorrow, and he felt that the killing and bloodthirsty instinct that had been suppressed on the edge of his mind all year round was showing off in an instant, wishing to bend down immediately and bite off a piece of the bloody forest in front of him The skin and flesh come from the flesh, and it will be considered complete only if swallowed whole.

He dispelled most of the murderous aura on the flying dead soldiers, and when he spoke, he took care to minimize the bloody smell in his tone, gritted his teeth, and smiled: "Qiuzi Zhan, are you not enough?"

Qiu Sheng also seemed to have seen Fang Jiu coming to deliver charcoal in the snow, and realized that the current situation was not on her side, so she immediately became a little unscrupulous, and raised her hand to gently grab the few strands of Chu Yu's long hair exposed outside the light armor, forcing him to return Looking at the enemy troops in front, back, left, and right, Chu Yu half-bowed his head: "The Pavilion Master Bingxue is smart, how could he not know?"

Whether intentionally or not, he led Chu Yu to bend his back slightly while dodging a hidden arrow flying behind him.

Chu Yu held his cool fingertips dumbfoundedly: "Can you be more obedient?"

Qiu Sheng slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, then closed his eyes neatly.

He really didn't have any more energy to hold on, and the strong dizziness caused by the blood loss made him almost unable to think. He actually only understood three or four points of Chu Yu's angry question just now. As for the answer, it all depends on Blind.

After Fang Jiu took the command of the entire fire army, relying on his increasingly sophisticated tactical combat power over the years, he gradually broke through the siege under the siege of copper and iron dummies. The son was forced to take another step back.

Shaman Chuanmu gritted his teeth and said, "Where did this person come from?"

The military adviser looked solemn: "Patriarch, this person is the commander of Qiu Sheng's army of dead soldiers. He used to be Gao Li's deputy general in the Northwest Army, and now he is the commander in chief... I think this is where Qiu Sheng was forced to die. The news reached Han Jianhua, and Fang Jiu was specially sent here to rescue him."

He tightened his fingers holding the long saber, and said in a low voice: "Please forgive me for telling the truth... You have thrown almost four-fifths of your troops on Huojun or Qiu Sheng. It is inappropriate. You have to know that a war of this scale has dragged all of Vietnam and North into the mud pit. It is absolutely impossible for a person's life and death to change substantially. Now that Qiu Wei in the capital is ruthless I'm afraid it's a thousand times stronger than Qiu Sheng, and he's even more difficult to deal with..."

Shaman Chuanmu stared over with red eyes: "The military division has something to say."

His appearance is really frightening. The military division is the best at observing words and expressions. He immediately knelt down on the ground, lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "This subordinate thinks that most of the soldiers and horses should be transferred to Han Jianhua's garrison in the south of the Yangtze River as soon as possible. We will talk about it after we get the retaken territory. As for Qiu Sheng, I beg the patriarch to put personal grievances aside for the time being, and the family and the country are the most important."

"The military division means that I am obsessed with trivial matters and abandon my family and country?"

"It's not a trivial matter. It's not a gentleman, but the patriarch." Facing the shaman Chuanmu's cannibalistic eyes, he slowly raised his head, and the military commander An Zhiruo said, "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. You are as blessed as heaven, And that Qiu Sheng is just an ignorant and fearless child, why worry about being unable to deal with him in the future?"

These words were so ingenious, as soon as the shaman Chuanmufu finished listening, his face was covered with a faint smile, but because of his superior status, he couldn't face too much, so he tried his best to suppress his fat face With a wicked smile engulfed in the flying, he raised his hand and patted the military division's shoulder.

What the glib talker is probably talking about is this kind of person. They are good at turning black and white and telling right and wrong, so that a lunatic who has half of his body in the abyss of hell suddenly has the illusion that he can still stand upright and wave his flag.

The military master still kept his kneeling posture, and smiled sinisterly when the shaman Chuanmu's thick-boned palm rested on his shoulder.

The war is still going on, and the punishment of purgatory seems to be hanging above the head between the cold light and cold arrows. At the beginning of the war, some people still maintain the sanctuary of the altar, but in the end they couldn't hold on any longer. Extreme chaos and blood filled the eyes, and some even killed their own brothers by mistake Stupid, before this side could react, he was beheaded by the enemy army who was chasing after him.

This is a place where people eat people. In the dead of night, the military master took away the badge of a lieutenant general of the shaman Chuanmu, and slipped out of the southern barbarian border without a sound. The liquid-corroded robe was torn off neatly, and he gritted his teeth and cut his wrist. The robe was soaked in bright red blood, and after leaving a sign of "the military division is dead", he put it on and slipped in silently. When I got to the entrance of the tent at the South Day Camp, I approached it on the first day of the junior high school, and I was discovered immediately.

Fang Jiu, who had a truce in the middle, touched the blood on his face indiscriminately, but he didn't recognize the sneaky masked man underneath.

"Who is coming!"

The military adviser paused for a moment, then threw the mask away, raised his face and replied, "General Fang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Fang Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled lowly: "Master Chuanmu, a dignified shaman and professional military adviser, is it possible that he is going to betray you? I can't afford such a big gift." As he spoke, he slowly drew his longbow , and precisely met the round head of the military division.

However, the military adviser raised his arms in a calm manner, indicating that the opponent did not have any assassination weapons on his body: "Ming people don't speak secretly, General Fang, our profession is different from yours. The so-called loyalty and morality are completely vain. As for the ethereal things, whoever is stronger is just playing with the wind. How much key information do I have here, General Fang, you know better than me."

Fang Jiu squinted his eyes to look at him, and jumped down from the high pavilion.

No one wants to continue to spend their lives on this battlefield where killing and fighting are frequent. Fang Jiu has always been a general with a bright heart. He can still maintain a sensational calmness when he is hot-blooded. This has also subtly changed since he was born. Uncle Qiu, who has never used his brain much, has saved the life of Long Live countless times invisibly.

It's just that this time, I didn't expect that Qiu Sheng's life was actually saved, but thanks to him, Long Live Lord, who still has a head, is not safe at this moment, and this person is falling asleep with good fortune In the past, because of this, he missed the eternal stinky face facing him.

Chu Yu's pale face was engraved with the words "fire in the inner room", and two deep wrinkles appeared between his deep and delicate brows. His hands were so skinny that they were resting on his knees and trembling violently, it only made people feel that he was going to twist the neck of the person on the bed severely in the next moment, and send him to hell.

Chu Yu was indeed half-dead from anger.

It was only at this moment that he realized that Qiu Sheng's ability to pretend to be garlic has never lagged behind him, and the letter said it was sincere and stable as usual. If it weren't for He Lingyu's unexpected letter, he had discovered some real truths about the Jiangnan battlefield. The situation, maybe he is still leisurely savoring the resentful woman's breath revealed between the lines of Qiu Sheng, and he will be secretly happy until late spring.

It’s not like Chu Yu has never experienced this moment of life and death. How many times in the past when he struggled with great difficulty from Chu Quan’s hands, he just laughed it off after he became conscious. Feelings are actually empty, no matter what, there is nothing left in that broken and incomplete heart.

But who would have thought that when one-tenth of the pain he suffered was imposed on Qiu Sheng, it would be so heart-wrenching.

This stump is riddled with holes and wounds, and it can only be cut twice in any way, or more flesh and blood scars, or reincarnated to experience the complicated world of mortals again. The person who hurt me naturally forgives without thinking, but the person who hurt him What about people?With this heart and feeling, let me ask how can I calm down?

Chu Yu gave a wry smile, poured a cup of cold tea into his stomach, leaned halfway on the pillar in the tent, closed his eyes and rested his mind, took a deep breath slowly, forcing his burning mood to calm down slowly, not far away Looking closely at the faintly breathing person on the bed, he let out a long sigh and slightly lowered his eyebrows.

He is still working hard, and he shouldn't be carrying his sword day and night into battle. As the saying goes, "Those who follow the sky live, and those who go against the sky perish." On weekdays, he only replied in a grandiose manner, "My fate is up to me, but I can't help it," but now he understands What kind of person can't decide the reason that can't be overcome by heaven, his legs and feet go limp, and he actually sits paralyzed on the ground.

The blood rushed up, and the calm mind couldn't bear it again very quickly, and it became dazed and confused for no reason. There was an inexplicable bang in the ears, and a large amount of blood filled the eyes. They didn't listen anymore, just covered their head barely, and arched their waist in pain for a moment.

The pain was so painful that it was not like the numb and swollen pain that happened several times before, but this time it felt like an extremely sharp knife stabbed into the brain involuntarily, stirring it up wantonly, tearing the whole head together with the My neck felt numb and painful, and I almost wanted to bang my head against the wall on the spot.

"Report-"

Fang Jiu yelled outside the tent, more or less pulling back Chu Yu's sanity that was on the verge of collapse, he supported his body with the strength of the pillar, turned around and opened the curtain: "What's the matter?"

Fang Jiu was stalking the leisurely enemy military officer with his left hand, and looked up at Chu He, almost not being scared out of his wits by the man's pale face: "Mr. Is it detrimental to Yang energy? The good-looking face is such a virtue, is it just like His Majesty who intends to use bitter tricks to fail?"

This pain also has a limit for a period of time. Right now, I have endured the most difficult period. Chu Yu no longer sets off colorful fireworks in front of his eyes. He looks up at Fang Jiu with an expression like he is facing a big enemy, and he is almost mad at him. Laughed: "I think your Excellency misses the taste of Tianyuan Temple's iron Buddha dust, how about asking you to try again today?"

Fang Jiu curled his lips: "Don't use my grandfather to pressure me, if you have the guts, you can teach me how to compete with me!"

Chu Yu was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear: "Don't be funny, I can really do two tricks with you."

"Fuck you, my surname is Chu, you have a sense of accomplishment by beating me into a pig's head, don't you have a sense of accomplishment?" Fang Jiu quickly repented after his big words, and the general pushed forward as a shield, "This The old man wants to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, His Majesty is not the one who can make decisions now, you can figure it out."

At last, Chu Yu, whose head was relaxed, turned his eyes to look at the military adviser. Facing one of the instigators who changed the masters of the eight counties in the south of the Yangtze River, he saluted thoughtfully and smiled happily: "The military adviser Why did you seek refuge in Nan Daying?"

The military master bent down to return the salute: "There is no hope for the former master, and talented people all choose the wise master. What does Mr. Chu think?"

"As a counselor, it is true, and I believe that His Majesty will not be prejudiced against you because of this." Chu Yu stretched out his arms to help the general, "The truth is the truth, and the form should be left. Military adviser, let's talk about it."

The military master understood: "I don't know what Mr. Chu is most concerned about?"

"You and I know it well, so we don't need to tell the truth."

"With regard to the copper and iron dummy, the best choice is undoubtedly to wait until His Majesty is conscious. Since Mr. Chu doesn't know anything about clever artifacts, no matter how clear and detailed I explain them, how will you know them all and put them into battle? ? It's not... hiss!"

Fang Jiu twisted his collar, abruptly dragged the rather heavy man off the toes, and said a word through his teeth: "Trick to trick me? Huh?"

Chu Yu coughed lightly: "General Fang."

The military division's neck with a layer of loose old skin was saved.

He was not annoyed at all, he just clenched his collar tightly and took a few deep breaths, and after he recovered, he continued slowly: "If I work for that idiot Shaman Chuanmu again, I'm afraid I'm already a dead person at this moment. I have done enough, if Mr. Chu is not at ease, you can wait until tomorrow morning, everything is a foregone conclusion."

Chu Yu blinked innocently, and said to himself that the person who strangled your neck was not me, so what kind of oath should I swear to?

What this person said was not unreasonable. For a complete layman, no matter how simple the basic principle is, it is not much different from listening to the scriptures, let alone manipulating such a huge killer.

Instructing the generals to arrange them in the side tent for the time being, and serve them with delicious food and drinks, Chu Yu turned his head and glanced at Fang Jiu with a half-smile: "Brother Fang, didn't you always put on a good face before? What kind of madness?"

Fang Jiu rolled his eyes and sent it over: "What a ghost! Can you be a good face with your face? Can two red faces shock him? Is your wisdom root still there?"

Chu Yu snickered, and yelled badly: This little bastard has learned to beat around the bush and swear at people, don't all roosters in the world lay eggs?

He immediately patted Shang Jiu on the shoulder, and said solemnly: "Brother Fang, go and have a look at the rooster nest. I always feel that something strange is about to happen."