Cannon Fodder: Forced Counterattack

Seeing that more and more people were dying, and in such a panic, it was impossible to organize a large-scale retreat, so Jing Weihua could only yell, "Retreat, everyone retreats first."

How many can escape is counted, as long as someone is alive.

Speaking of which, even if he didn't say these words, there are already many timid people backing away one after another. Jing Ke has been squeezed out because of his father recently, and he has been left behind in everything. He was dragged back by Jing Wenshan before the withdrawal order was issued. He had strong self-esteem. Even if he didn't like to compare with Jing Fan, he was still pulled out by many people. The latter is even bigger, now Jing Fan is showing off in the front, but he wants to be a coward behind, he can't do it.Jing Wenshan didn't understand his son's stubbornness in rushing forward. At this time, anyone with a discerning eye could see the situation clearly, and if he kept it, he was courting death.

Fortunately, before he went to pull Jingke again, Jing Weihua had already ordered everyone to retreat, and countless people turned around for a while, Jing Wenshan and others were no longer obtrusive in such a large army.

The Tang family obviously didn't have any interest in chasing them, they only aimed at the people in front of them, the ones standing at the front were basically some elders of the Jing family, killing one of them was much better than killing the rest of them, Jing Weihua breathed a sigh of relief, Another heart.

Looking back at Jing Fan and the others who were still fighting hard, while some other elders were even more miserable, Jing Weihua couldn't help clenching his fists.

The human world is like this, sometimes it is so selfish that it is outrageous, and sometimes it is fraternal and touching. He thought that he would travel and travel all his life, regardless of family affairs, and maybe wait until the day he really can't move anymore. Going back to the villa and waiting for death in peace, he didn't want to encounter such a thing. He never felt that he cherished every child in the family. He only saw the future of the Jing family. Now he is the oldest member of the Jing family, even if he is not the head of the family. Well, he is also the person who leads the Jing family now. He has to do something for the sake of his name before and after his life, and for the eternal existence of the Jing family.

Shouted loudly: "Jing Fan, lead people back to the villa!"

The crowd was startled by his angry roar, and Jing Fan glanced at him in a hurry, but Jing Weihua stared at him decisively and swallowed a pill into his mouth. Expectation, parting, and anxiety.

There are only two pills of this deep purple medicine in the entire Jing family. After taking it, the body will crack open one after another. As time goes by, the openings will become bigger and bigger, and blood will gurgle out, but the advantage is that the internal strength will skyrocket. Ten times, no pain, no itching, can last for a stick of incense, and because the medicine is also poisonous, the blood and even the breath of the user will be poisonous, and those who hear it will feel dizzy and weak.

It can be called a human-shaped gas bomb. This medicine is self-made and only eaten by the maker to test the medicine. It has a strong effect, but after a stick of incense, one will lose blood and die, and the flesh will rot all over the body.It is regarded as a forbidden drug of the Jing family, and no one is allowed to touch it.

When Jing Fan saw that he had taken the medicine, his eyes went round.

Seeing him not moving, Jing Weihua roared again: "Let's go!"

While speaking, there was a gash on his face, blood oozed out, and there seemed to be faint purple aura emanating from the wound.

The effect of the medicine had obviously taken effect. Tang Shengyou saw that he had swallowed a medicine, but his face was bleeding. He was a little strange for a while, but he saw Jing Weihua rushing towards him suddenly, and casually touched the blood on his face. The blood was thrown on him, and he didn't even have time to back off. A few drops of blood splashed on his face. It smelled like blood, and also had a strange smell. Before he could smell it carefully, he felt a little dizzy and attacked. Tang Shengyou and Jing Weihua immediately fought in front of Jing Fan again, took the trick of Tang Wenning who was fighting with Jing Fan, and went on a rampage desperately, still yelling anxiously for Jing Fan to take people away.

If such hard work fails, Jing Weihua will die with hatred.

Gritting his teeth, Jing Fan dragged Jing Xiang, and called everyone to retreat first, and he was in the rear. After receiving the order, Jing Weihua and Jing Fan shared the fighting power, the rest of the people relaxed a lot, and retreated spontaneously.

On the other side, it is impossible for the members of the Tang family to let Jing Fan go. When they saw him leaving, they all wanted to stop him. Jing Weihua hurriedly stood in front of Jing Fan, protecting him from the attacks, because Tang Shengyou was hit first. Trick, although he still came to support him this time, he was obviously much weaker, and Tang Wenning also hit his chest with a palm, but his hands were stained with blood, and now he was a bit top-heavy, and everyone in the Tang family didn't get close to him for a while, but Jing Weihua took the initiative to attack presumptuously, and sprinkled blood on these people. The soaring internal strength, coupled with a fairly fast speed, really made Tang's family unable to take him. With Jing Weihua's full strength , everyone retreated a large distance in an instant, but no one was lucky, there were tears, sobbing, and countless crying bitterly.

Everyone in the Jing family didn't know the effect of this medicine, so they would naturally know that their ancestors bought their livelihood in exchange for it.

How can you not mourn?

Jing Fan drifted away, but he still couldn't help turning his head back. The bloody figure was still jumping up and down in order to block the people who wanted to come and catch them. It looked funny and ridiculous from a distance, but it was also inexplicable. Feeling sad, he wanted to be impulsive, but in the end Jing Fan just clenched his fists, turned around and left.

The time for a stick of incense can be said to be fast or slow. When Jing Weihua felt the pain of tearing all over his body, he knew that it was time. Fortunately, his last gaze was in the direction where the disciples of the Jing family were leaving, and the time for a stick of incense was long enough for them to disappear from sight.

Jing Weihua endured the pain, and seemed to see his reckless days when he was young, swimming in the mountains and rivers, fearlessly challenging people who were stronger than himself, often covered with injuries, but never lost.

Tang Wenning looked at the disappearing members of the Jing family, and was so angry that he wanted to kick Jing Weihua who was lying at his feet, but seeing his bloody flesh and being so disgusted that he couldn't get off his feet, he hurriedly took a step back.

Tang Chengbo said viciously, "Are you still chasing him?"

Another member of the Tang family shook his head coldly and said: "Send a signal to Chen Ke. If you run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. Let them live for another two days."