Someone always hinders my strategy

Wan Yao was stunned for a long time, or maybe it was just a long time in his consciousness, then he bent down, picked up the little fox that fell on the ground, and slowly stroked its back to coax it.

"He's not dead." He said suddenly, but he didn't speak to the soldiers on the ground, but to the system in his brain.

"Well, the mission hasn't failed yet, let me locate it." The system seemed to be inquiring about something, and it took a while to say, "I was crushed under the corpses of other people in Changping Mountain. You must go find it quickly, and you must rush to clear the battlefield." In front of people, otherwise the mission will really fail."

Wan Yan nodded, got up and walked out with the little fox in his arms, planning to find the horse first, but was stopped before he reached the stable.

"Miraculous doctor Wan, the war is urgent, where are you going?" Wan Yan looked up, and it was Yu Yanghua.

Even though Yu Yanghua lost the battle back then, he grew up because of it, and now he is a qualified military adviser, but he couldn't let go of the incident in his heart after all, and he had an inexplicable feeling for Wanjiao in his heart.

"What does it have to do with you?" Wan Yan was not in the mood to chat with him, he only wanted to rush to Changping Mountain, so he didn't want to waste any time here.

"Are you going to find General Chu?" Wan Yan paused, but he thought about it, where would he go if he didn't go to Chu Zhan?

And this meal also gave Yu Yanghua an accurate answer, he quickly said: "You can't go!"

Wan Yao raised his eyebrows: "Why can't I go?" There was some anger in his words, which is really rare in him who has always been peaceful.

"You think that with the power of General Chu, you are defeated, so how can he not come back?" Hearing Yu Yanghua's words, Wan Yao suddenly felt as if his heart had missed a beat. He thought of his previous life, which was Chu in his previous life. Even if the battle is defeated, he is back!

"Alas..." Yu Yanghua took a deep breath, "Why is it that General Chu can't come back, it's the one who doesn't want General Chu to come back!" As he said, he pointed at the capital, and Wan Yan's heart instantly turned cold.

He remembered that now that Xie Jin is powerful in the capital, and Chu Zhan has military strength in the western barbarians, the emperor is naturally afraid, but since he was in the capital in his previous life, the emperor was not too worried about Xie Jin, and he did not set Chu Zhan up. The idea of ​​dying, but in this life, he has made a better reputation for Chu Zhan. Under such circumstances, Xie Jin is definitely a serious worry for the emperor.

And Xie Jin is the former member of Chu Zhan, and the emperor was most worried about Chu Zhan from the beginning.

Therefore, the army that was supposed to support Chu Zhan in this battle was not sent by the emperor, which led to the current situation.

Wan Yan hated in his heart that Mo Mingqi had no useful generals, so it could be said that he would hurt himself by [-], but that stupid emperor didn't know that he was looking for a dead end, without Chu Zhan, Ximan would fight sooner or later Beijing!

"Get out." Wan Yan waved his sleeves, Yu Yanghua had no martial arts like him, it was useless for him to block the way, and Wan Yan had no respect for the emperor in his heart, so Yu Yanghua's words could not be a reason to threaten him.

Yu Yanghua staggered a step, seeing that he couldn't stop him, he still wanted to struggle: "If you save him, you will be targeted too!"

Without looking back, Wan Yan took out the mare A Liang that Chu Zhan had given him back then, patted its head, and immediately got a kind response from A Liang.

He got on his horse and looked at Yu Yanghua coldly: "How can a person disregard his master even if the horse is nostalgic?"

Yu Yanghua was startled, and when he came back to his senses, Wan Yan had already left.

He swung back the soldiers who wanted to stop Wanjiao, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wrapping the little fox around his neck like a scarf, Wan Yan was thinking about it while galloping on horseback. An idea slowly formed in his mind, but he still had any scruples after all, so he didn't discuss it with the system.

The setting sun is like blood, reflecting his depression, but there is still a firm goal that drives him forward, and that is the coordinates of Chu Zhan marked by the system.

With the sunset on the west mountain, a full moon rose high, shining brightly on the dead Changping Mountain, as if looking at the corpses here coldly, and as if laughing at the frivolity of human life.

Wan Yan was a little emotional, but he knew that now was not the time to be emotional. He had already reached the coordinates of the system logo, but Chu Zhan was nowhere to be seen.

He was a little anxious, and suddenly found that there were several corpses at the coordinates that were not quite right. After looking over, he found that Chu Zhan was crushed under many corpses. Fortunately, Chu Zhan was not crushed to death by so many corpses. He hurried over to try to remove the corpses.

But those people are too strong. Even though Wan Yao has exercised in recent years, he is limited by his own physical problems and has not made much progress. What's more, he has many injuries in the army, so it is difficult for him to have time to exercise. Now it took him even more effort to remove a corpse.

Really powerless, Wan Yan could only sit down and rest for a while before moving. He kept moving like this, and finally moved all the corpses away, but it was already late at night, and Chu Zhan was not light, thinking about the reminder from the system The person who cleaned up the battlefield, Wan Yan gritted his teeth, stopped resting, and hurriedly dragged Chu Zhan to A Liang.

A Liang is a little far away, there are all corpses here, it is inconvenient for A Liang to walk, and Wan Yan is afraid that it will accidentally step on Chu Zhan, so he leaves it on the periphery of the battlefield, and waits until Wan Yan drags Chu Zhan to A Liang When I was around, the sky was already glowing with some light.

But Wan Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and finally reached A Liang's side. Although he hadn't reached a safe place yet, at least he didn't need to drag Chu Zhan any longer.

"Who!" Just when Wan Yan put Chu Zhan on A Liang, and he was only halfway up the climb, a voice came from behind him, and for a while, cold sweat flowed down.

"Run away!" The system's voice sounded. For Wan Yao who is currently fighting against the five scum, anyone could cause him fatal damage.

How could Wan Yan not know this, but he couldn't let Chu Zhan have an accident, so he quickly got on the horse and covered Chu Zhan tightly with his small body.

"Drive!" Wan Yan yelled, A Liang also neighed, and ran in one direction.

"Don't run!" Accompanied by this angry shout and the sound of the arrow shooting, Wan Yao lowered his body as much as possible, hoping that the chance of the arrow hitting him would be less.

However, even so, he couldn't avoid being shot by the arrows. As Wanjiao's cheek was scratched by the arrow tip, his body injuries gradually increased. It didn't take long for him to become a bloody man!

Fortunately, although Wan Yao's body is weak, his soul is imprinted with the experience of fighting against the enemy in the past life, and his perception is extremely accurate. Although it looks like he has suffered horrific injuries, none of them are fatal injuries, they are just flesh and blood injuries.

Even so, his physical strength was not enough, and he was about to get rid of those people, but his eyes were a little loose, and his eyes turned black.

He wanted to bite the tip of his tongue to wake himself up, but remembering that he was still riding a horse, he was afraid of biting the root of his tongue, so he tightened his hands, trying to wake himself up by piercing his palm with his nails.

It's a pity that he is a doctor, and because he often helps the wounded to bandage their wounds, his nails are neatly trimmed. After pinching for a long time, there is no blood on his palms, but his brain gradually becomes dizzy.

In a trance, only a sharp sound of wind was heard, Wan Yao sensed that it was an arrow, and it was heading towards his back accurately, but he was already out of strength at this moment, unable to avoid the arrow, he could only helplessly Thinking it was time to resign to fate.

Perhaps because death was approaching, he actually recalled the events of these short ten years. In fact, there was nothing to recall. He did the same thing day after day, without any disturbance.Maybe it's because he has a calm temper. After completing the strategy mission or something, he would be more anxious to find an opportunity, but he didn't.

In his "common sense", this kind of strategy is like a game. Generally, there is a limited time, and most of them will not be too long. Ten years like him can be said to be seriously exceeding the standard, let alone so many years in his previous life The retention of such a game is definitely a hot game, because the players who play this game will definitely get tired of it.

But he didn't, he named himself Wanyan, but what he did was not as eager as a player to trigger events, but was not in a hurry, even the long time of ten years was just an insignificant moment in his consciousness. Just numbers.

This is not right.

He remembered the fragments of his own memory that he had seen before, in which he was a cultivator, so, could this be the reason?

"Pfft——" That was the sound of an arrow piercing into flesh and blood, which interrupted Wanjiao's thoughts, but unexpectedly, he didn't feel any pain.

The brain that was running fast before was actually a little sluggish at this moment, Wan Yao wanted to turn his head to see what was going on, but subconsciously he didn't dare.

He felt the chill on his neck, just like his heart, which was as cold as if he had sunk into the bottom of the sea—as if he had sunk into the bottom of the sea.

First, his hand touched a piece of warmth, with dampness, and gradually cooled down. He touched it, and it was his little fox.

He wants to stop, he wants to treat his little fox well, but he can't, there are pursuers behind, they are about to escape with great difficulty, and they can't stop now.

He could only lean down and hold the little fox tightly, as if he wanted to restore its gradually lost body temperature, but the life of the little fox was irretrievable after all, like falling flowers. He almost watched the little fox in his arms. Little by little it cools down, and there's nothing he can do.

He felt that he should be very sad at this moment, much more painful than when he made the choice in Xinglin Village. After all, the little fox had been with him for ten years, and that was a companionship that no amount of cold numbers could cover up. He thinks that ten years is not a long time, and it must be because of the little fox by his side.

But now he couldn't even shed a single tear, he was like a puppet whose emotions had been sealed off, and he just walked forward with empty emotions in his arms.

He suddenly remembered a trip with Xie Jin in his previous life. Xie Jin once told him that he could not see Wanjiao's love for him. At that time, there happened to be the sound of running water, so he responded with an ah. I don't want to mention this unpleasant thing again, just treat it as the past.

But this matter is still engraved in Wanjiao's heart after all.

Before Xie Jin died, the word thank you was not Wan Yao's love for him, but Wan Yi's company in this life.

But this has been ignored by him.

Only now did he realize that it seemed a little sad, but what was even more sad was that he didn't even have any feelings of sadness. Only now did he fully understand what the system said.

Memory is the carrier of emotion. At this moment, he is just an empty shell that has just learned joy. Perhaps it is okay not to know joy, and he can still be like a rational machine, but now he has joy. Hoping to be more complete.

As the sun set, he buried the little fox's body in the earth pit he had just dug. He ran for a day. Thinking about it now, at this time yesterday, the little fox was still wrapping around his neck to protect him from the cold. But the fox lay cold in the pit, and no one even shed tears for it.

Wan Yao stood there for a long time, until the bright moon hung high, against which his expressionless face was like a ghost, gorgeous and cold, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Until a gun interrupted his contemplation, he turned around in astonishment, and heard a sentence that he never thought of.