life after marriage

One of Moore's warplanes mingled into the Mitt-occupied area, its wings skimming low over the canopy, branches scraping across it with a jaw-dropping sound.

This is a desperate way. If a branch destroys the engine, then the only way to meet it is destruction.

But also because of this, the pursuing Mites could only chase it from a distance. In the vast sky, it is not so easy to shoot down a small plane immediately.

A bullet flew in, Yan Jing lowered his head, the transparent canopy flipped up, the air resistance instantly increased, and the fuselage shook unsteadily.

Yan Jing shook his hands, pulled up the scarf around his neck to cover his mouth and nose, he stood up—and jumped out when the plane was descending—

"He went down!"

The sound of chaotic footsteps scattered, Yan Jing squatted on the tree, and gently stroked the dagger.The shards of glass scratched his forehead, and blood flowed down.

"He can't run far - you go here to search, no matter whether you live or die, just catch him."

Yan Jing poked his head out, it is now afternoon, the sun is hanging on the side of the west mountain, it looks like it is about to set - as long as half an hour later, this place will be plunged into complete darkness, and at that time this place will become his battlefield .

He let out a breath, retracted the dagger, and then quietly lurked in the bushes.

As the sun faded away, the brilliant fire cloud faded to the embers of burnt firewood, and night shrouded the entire forest.

The Mitte soldiers who were searching gradually became restless. Their intuition, which had been experienced in the battlefield, kept reminding them, and the hairs on their backs also made them tense all the time.

But even so, when the first soldier fell, no one noticed any signs.

The soldier just staggered, looked down a little, and fell like a sack.Thin lines of blood gushed out from the back of his neck, and the warm liquid splashed onto his partner's arms, and they realized the strangeness.

"Warning—he's with us—"

The sudden change stimulated everyone's tired nerves, and the soldiers became more vigilant.

A drop of liquid fell down, it had become cold in the night wind, it dripped on the back of a soldier's hand——

The well-trained soldier thought of something in an instant, and reflexively poured a shuttle of bullets to his head, shouting frantically: "He's on the head!"

But when he put down the gun out of breath, he saw a member of the same team pointing the gun at himself.

"What are you guys doing..."

The cold metal touched the back of his neck. At the moment before he died, the soldier thought in a trance: Was it behind him...

So he stretched out his hand as far as he could, and firmly grasped the dagger that had been cut across his neck—at least, he couldn't let the monster do what he wanted.

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Yan Jing let go of his hand decisively, and took out the silver gun that had been with him all the time from his waist. The sound that had been made before had been heard far away, and many soldiers were rushing here. He must solve these two guns as soon as possible. personal.

It's just that he didn't expect that this group of people was so stupid that they dispersed into small groups to search for him—maybe they thought he was an ordinary Moore soldier who drove in the wrong direction?But in any case, this gave himself a chance to escape.

Yan Jing put the muzzle of the gun on the back of the last soldier expressionlessly, and sent him back to his hometown.

The environment of the forest is absolutely suitable for hiding, and the forest at night is an excellent hunting ground for hunters.When Mitt's soldiers decided to separate to find Yan Jing's hiding place, they were destined to be wiped out one by one.

When the number of people who died in Yan Jing's hands exceeded thirty, Mitt's soldiers finally realized something was wrong.

"Damn——what kind of monster is this? Could it be the same as the one sent from above?"

"Don't be stupid, if it were Ed, we would have died long ago."

"Stop talking, be careful not to protect your head."

……

Ed?

Yan Jing narrowed his eyes, searching for the name in his mind.But lurking in the intelligence sent by Mitt's spies, there was no such name.Perhaps a new promotion?Or is it someone who has been kept secret?

Maybe I can save my life and ask... But the remaining soldiers are the ones to deal with right now.

Yan Jing moved his hands, and a soldier bypassed a tree, and was in the blind spot of the large army's perspective. He waited patiently for the moment of killing, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity.

"Who is there!!"

Found out?

Yan Jing paused and quickly adjusted his posture, but after a while he realized his mistake, these people did not notice him.

From the other side of the forest, a figure gradually appeared under the light, but he was against the light, and Yan Jing couldn't see his face clearly.

"Ai...Mr. Ed!!"

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, and the person who was still wondering just now came to the door-saving a lot of trouble.Yan Jing sat down on the branch on the spot, squinting to look at the so-called "Mr. Ed".

"What... what happened here?"

"Report - a Moor soldier broke into the battlefield, we are looking for his trace!"

"He's not here anymore."

"Wh...what!"

"You'd better look over there, maybe you can catch up."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Ed for your help! Let's go and catch up!"

The sound of chaotic footsteps gradually faded away, Yan Jing sat on the branch in a daze, his face pale.

He wondered a little if he was hallucinating that he heard imaginary voices.But the voice was so real that he couldn't help but feel weak in his hands and feet.

All the sounds have disappeared, the sound of insects can be heard in the silent night, the rustling of footsteps when boots step on the wet soil--Yan Jing never knew that just because of the sound of footsteps, he could make his hands and feet Soft.

He wanted to turn his head to take a closer look, but he just raised his head and took a shallow breath.

Until the footsteps stopped under the tree, Yan Jing could even imagine the movement of the man raising his head, and he said, "Who are you?"

"me……"

Yan Jing barely suppressed his palpitations, and showed him a gentle smile: "My name is Yan Jing. I'm just an ordinary soldier of Moore."

"You are lying."

Those red eyes were full of distrust, and because of the ignorant expression on the originally handsome face, there was a hint of childishness: "You killed so many people, I have never seen such a powerful female like you."

"Compared to you, I'm still far behind."

Yan Jing moved his hands and feet, he felt that his smile was so perfect that no flaws were revealed.He jumped off the branch and patted the dirt on his clothes: "Your name is... Ed?"

"It's Ed Cherros."

"Then... are you going to kill me now?"

"Are you a Moor?"

"Yes."

"Father said to kill the Moors." Ed stretched out his hand, and Yan Jing felt the tightening force on his neck, and he couldn't breathe.Soon he became dizzy, he opened his eyes hard, and tried hard to look at the person in front of him.

"..."

Before he was about to fall into darkness, Yan Jing's erratic body suddenly fell, and he fell to the ground, and the cold air rushed into his throat, making him cough uncontrollably.

Ed squatted down, tilted his head and said obediently to Yan Jing: "But I don't want to kill you, do you want to come to Mitte?"

"No."

"why?"

Yan Jing stopped coughing, reached out and rubbed his cheeks: "Because my hero is a Moor."

The author has something to say: I originally planned to let the hero Ed save the beauty! !

But then this chapter is estimated to be written tomorrow, so it was shortened!

Thank you Xiaojian for mine~~~Meme~~