Efforts to kill the enemy is not as good as the full level of tea art

Zhuo Yue closed his eyes, grinding the tobacco leaves inch by inch with his back molars.The last piece of tobacco leaf was chewed into slag by him, the pungent earthy smell has disappeared, leaving only a piece of bitterness, mixed with the blood in the mouth, the taste is really hard to swallow.

fuck it.he thinks.

"Brother Zhuo, Brother Zhuo..." The soldier next to him called him tremblingly.

With a thud, Zhuo Yue swallowed the blood that contained tobacco residue, and slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a blood-stained boy, only thirteen or fourteen years old.The half-broken helmet covered half of the face, and the exposed eye was covered with dust and blood scabs, but the dark pupils were still staring at him.It is fear and fear, but also expectation and dependence.

His little soldiers have all looked at him with such eyes.Until the enemy's sharp arrows pierced their throats, and their chests were split open with broad axes, the desire for life in their eyes gradually faded, and gradually condensed into a rigid death.

"Brother Zhuo, what shall we do next?" Xiao Bing was still asking him.

Zhuo Yue pushed him away and stood up, picking up his Xuanhua axe.

Seeing him standing up, the dozen or so people sitting slumped next to him all raised their heads.Even though they were all exhausted and scarred, their gazes were full of trust and expectation.

"You," Zhuo Yue turned around and looked at the people behind him firmly, "Who is the only child in the family? Who is married and has a young child?"

Everyone looked at him in surprise, and a few raised their hands hesitantly.

"Okay." Zhuo Yue pointed at them, "Those who raise their hands, run to the southeast for a while, the faster the better. The rest, follow me to the northwest, whoever drops a weapon, just pick it up from the ground. Don't go into battle empty-handed." .”

Everyone gradually understood the meaning of his words.The few people who did not raise their hands showed panic, tears in their eyes, and soon began to sob.Those who raised their hands also showed sadness, and buried their heads deeply.

Zhuo Yue's chest felt a little stuffy, and he didn't want to look at them, so he turned his head away.

"But..." A voice sounded, "Didn't Brother Gazi go to rescue the soldiers? Why didn't you wait for him to come back?"

Little Ga.

Zhuo Yue raised his head and squinted at the distant sky.

They were in a depression, and as far as the eye could see, there were corpses strewn all over the field, broken flags and armor everywhere.In the high place of the depression, the calf-high grass is freely swaying in the wind. It seems that the surrounding fields are peaceful and everything is silent, but Zhuoyue knows that as long as they make a slight movement, they will be ambushed in the high grass

The Huda savages in the movie were heartbroken.

Now it is about unitary time, the sky is full of clouds, and the golden and red are shining together.Even Zhuo Yue, who is at the end of the road, looks up at this magnificent scene, but still can't help but feel a momentary moment of amazement and indulging.

But in less than an hour, the sun will go down, and then the grassland will turn into a dangerous black pool, and they can be swallowed alive by opening their mouths. At that time, their situation is even more dangerous than now.

Xiao Ga left at noon.From here to the camp, the slowest time is only an hour.If he moves the rescuers smoothly, he won't come back at this point.

And they couldn't wait any longer.

"Xiao Ga can't come back." Zhuo Yue turned around and said.

Everyone stared blankly at their young general.The fiery setting sun shone on his body, painting his face crimson.It is said that the rising sun shines on the golden armor, and the gods are more powerful than heaven and man, but the armor on Zhuo Yue's body has been ruined by sand, gravel and residual blood. spirit.

"At this point, I can only say sorry to my brothers. Our brothers may be left here today." Zhuo Yue squeezed the Xuanhua ax tightly, and laughed a bit self-deprecatingly Laughing, "Who knew that the Huda savages were ambushing on this road, and they still had firecrackers in their hands, and we happened to run into them...Maybe it's really my life that is worthless, and it hurts the brothers instead. After a while See you on Huangquan Road, you guys want to tear me up and throw me to the ghost guards, my surname Zhuo has no complaints."

Everyone looked at him in silence.A few soldiers raised their hands to wipe away their tears and pursed their lips tightly.

"That's it." Zhuo Yue took a deep breath, "Only begotten ones, those with children, run for your life, there are no shortage of you in this land. The rest, I'm sorry, follow me for a while Suffer!"

He raised his hand and wiped his dirty face.There was a sharp and ferocious sneer on the corner of his lips.

"...Even if you are going to die, you still have to drag a few barbarians to back you up."

As if inspired by the bloodthirsty expression, the soldiers stood up silently and picked up the weapons on the ground.Zhuo Yue strode forward, pulled up a military flag that had been broken in two, and held it against his shoulder.

But the moment he lowered his head, he saw Guan Ximing's body on the ground.

The corpse fell to the ground, its head shattered into pieces.This kid, just now in order to protect himself, was blasted with a firecracker to smash his head.At this moment, everything above the neck was rotten into a pool of scum, and the red and white brain cavity sprayed all over the floor.But even though the head is rotten, the hands of the corpse are still holding the saber tightly, as if holding on to some obsession that is still difficult to let go after death.

"Little bastard, you must follow me to the battlefield." Zhuo Yue murmured in a low voice, and pulled off the military badge on the headless corpse, "...don't show off your strength now."

The cold military badge clicked on his palm.

He has suffered countless injuries in his life, including tendons, broken bones, skin scrapes, and flesh, but none of them hurt like this little military badge.He blinked his eyes, and seemed to see that kid with a bigger fart, chasing closely behind him, running across the camp, across the battlefield, across the grassland, and finally fell to the ground with a loud bang of flint, staying forever in the here.

Zhuo Yue took a deep breath and raised his head.

Damn, I don't know if you've gone far, little bastard—if you die, go quickly, go a little farther.Otherwise, if you see me die so ugly in a while, you will be sad again.

The golden light of the setting sun is falling inch by inch, time flies.Zhuo Yue held the Xuanhua ax in one hand, held up the broken flag in the other, roared angrily, and rushed up the hillside.Behind him, dozens of surviving people raised their voices and ran wildly.That voice was hoarse and desperate, and it was uneven with exhaustion. It didn't have half the bravery when charging, and it was all pathos at the end of the road.

The originally peaceful haystacks suddenly became chaotic, a bright cold light flashed past, flying arrows swooped down like locusts, covering the sky and covering the ground.There were screams and exclamations from behind, and the muffled sound of someone falling to the ground, but Zhuo Yue gritted his teeth and refused to look.His Xuanhua ax was swung impenetrably, and he rushed forward like a trapped beast with blood on its head.An arrow caught in the net pierced his shoulder fiercely. He staggered, roared, and rushed forward. With one lunge, he grabbed the high ground and flew up. Down!

At that moment, he saw the terrified expression of the Hudas.

Hot blood sprayed all over his face.It was so hot, so hot, it almost rolled off a layer of his skin.

And before a satisfied smile spread across his face, there was a clang, his throat hurt and then became cold, and his whole body stopped.The Xuanhua ax was thrown away, and the sky above his head was turning upside down. When the dizzy upside-down stopped, he heard a heavy muffled sound.

It was the sound of his own body falling to the ground.

The golden-red world gradually became blurred and dim, and finally fell into a dead silence.

Just like this grassland where the sun rises and the moon sets.

The author has something to say: open!new!arts!La!

Excited to go round and round.Those who have read my old article should know that this article is a parallel timeline to the old article, but it tells the story of the counterattack history of the low-level soldiers in the frontier.The two protagonists in the previous article are elegant and noble, and the whole article is also very beautiful, but first take a precaution, this article is very different haha!After all, it's a story about a man who picks his feet (covering his face)

During the period of saving the manuscript, the more I write, the more I feel that the small attack of this article is so green tea!It's just tea flavored tea!Simply change the copywriting and title of the book hahaha.I hope everyone can like the unique spark hhh of Green Tea Gong and Straight Men Jian expressing human feelings.

Finally, one more long-winded sentence, although this article is a rebirth revenge article, it is not cruel!It mainly tells the story of a group of brothers uncovering misunderstandings and regrets in previous lives, and redeeming each other.Gong and Shou are also growing with support, gradually let go of their obsession with the past, and move towards a new life!Heal + burn!Less abuse.I hope you all enjoy watching~ Daily updates, cuties can be collected.