Qi Kuo

Zhao Jun squinted his eyes and looked at Liu Benmo opposite, not knowing how to structure the opening remarks.

Say don't come here without any problems, and it seems that I just saw it a few days ago, I really can't say it.Let me tell you what to say, and I feel really ashamed to say it to my friends.

In this regard, both of them are a little tangled.

Even if this entanglement comes at an inappropriate time.

After hesitating for a long time, it was Zhao Jun who broke the silence first.He coughed slightly, looked at Liu Benmo, and said: "You and I are not friends now..." He paused, and then said: "Then, let the horse come over."

Liu Benmo smiled slightly, and said: "You are young, and your tone is not young, so let us see and see."

As he spoke, he raised his left forearm, paused for a second, and then swung it down heavily.

At this time, there are thousands of troops.

Zhao Jun thought for a while, and divided his team into three teams, one to attack the opponent's right flank, one to follow him to meet the enemy head-on, and one to serve as a reserve army, which can prevent the enemy from directly attacking them and enter the city smoothly, and can also be prepared One side is short of manpower, ask for support.

Originally, Zhao Jun had no specific concept of the combat power of the National Defense Army. He only knew that he was good at fighting on flat ground. All the soldiers were not only good at one thing, and they all developed together to prepare for emergencies.

So when he divided up the team, he basically disrupted all the people. Unexpectedly, he was still dwarfed by comparison.

He watched his side retreat steadily, thought for a while, and without hesitation adjusted his existing unit slightly, moving all the soldiers who are good at close combat to the front, and adjusting the archers down to form a team that can fight close combat, but also A posture that can be attacked from a distance.

Liu Benmo suddenly smiled, and said to the lieutenant beside him, "It's ok, kid."

The deputy general was also someone who knew the inside story, so he said, "After all, it was taught by General Chen, so it shouldn't be too watery."

What he said was very reasonable, Liu Benmo nodded, his legs lightly clamped the horse's belly, and it was a neat kill when he went up to meet the enemy, without a drop of blood splashing on his body.

They have never been generals who only talk about wars on paper, and their prestige has been fought one by one.

Talking about war on paper is just a cover, as Chen Ke said: "Do you know how the front line is long? This cannot be summarized on a map. If you don't go there in person, the command you give will be useless."

Therefore, in every battle, Chen Ke must go to battle in person and never miss it.

But now, he is absent.

Anyone who knows him well knows what that means.

Not paying attention to the extreme.

Seeing that his side was getting weaker and weaker, Zhao Jun gritted his teeth and said, "Proceed with the order, keep the current strength, try to delay the time as much as possible, and buy the most time for the general to retreat."

As soon as the messenger received the order, he hurried down. He walked a few steps, and looked back at the little general who was much younger than him.Zhao Jun stabbed Liu Benmo with a spear without hesitation, his long hair curled softly in the air, but some of it was bloody.

From black to dry dark red.

It's not an overly contrasting color, but it's like the black clothes that Zhao Jun occasionally wears, with a dark red belt around his waist that looks like the color of dried blood donations.

So fixed, as if he only used that navy blue hairband forever.

As if to commemorate something, or miss something.

Zhao Jun didn't feel the rise in his evaluation in the hearts of many people at all. He only knew that he was facing Liu Benmo's unusual hardships.

The uneven strength between the two sides is really a kind of torture. While attacking Zhao Jun mercilessly, Liu Benmo reminded Zhao Jun of the flaws in his moves in a low voice.

They were surrounded by the people of the National Defense Army without leaving any traces. In the eyes of the people brought by Zhao Jun, it was because the National Defense Army was unhappy with Zhao Jun and wanted to kill Zhao Jun directly, so they sent him to the hospital. Encircle with Liu Benmo and prevent them from supporting their little general.

Seeing Zhao Jun fighting against Liu Benmo so desperately, their hearts suddenly rose with respect, thinking that their generals were so desperate to face an enemy stronger than him, why should they be afraid.Thinking about it this way, their combat power suddenly became stronger.

Seeing Zhao Jun working so hard, the members of the National Defense Army felt indescribably sour.

Everyone complained about the extraordinary promotion of Zhao Jun's status that day, but it was difficult to say it because of Chen Ke's face. After all, Chen Ke did it all by himself.When they found out that their opponent today was Zhao Jun, most of them were actually a little excited. They felt that if they defeated Zhao Jun, could they prove that they were better than the people around Chen Ke? In this way, they were actually not bad .

But when they really faced Zhao Jun, they gradually felt powerless, just like when they saw Chen Ke single-handedly singled out their captain, they gradually fell into a disadvantage.

They could all see that Zhao Jun obviously kept his hands back. Sometimes he could kill them with a single shot, but he chose a more roundabout method so that they only suffered a little skin trauma.

How can such a person not be admired.

After all, Zhao Jun had personally heard their contempt and comments on him.

Everyone has a heart, love, hate, anger, and ignorance, and there is always no escape.

But Zhao Jun didn't say anything in a daze, he swallowed all the pain silently, once he fought back, he was never the same again.

At the end of the battle, Zhao Jun's left hand was completely out of strength. Before Liu Benmo left, he paid special attention to it, and hit his spear hard to the left, which made his tiger's mouth feel like a tearing pain.

It wasn't until they galloped out of sight of the National Guard Army and withdrew from the small town that Zhao Jun dared to lose his strength and let go of the reins abruptly.

When the deputy general saw him, he stopped in a hurry, took a rough look at Zhao Jun's injuries, and said to the messenger: "Let's go to the station immediately, call the doctor, and tell me that the little general is seriously injured, so there is no delay."

Zhao Jun was indeed injured, but it was not considered serious.But he didn't say anything to stop him, he just let the messenger go down.

After resting for a while, Zhao Jun felt that the time was almost up, so he coughed a few times, stood up pretending to be powerless, and bowed deeply to the remaining hundred or so people.

The rest of the people looked at his movement and hurriedly stepped aside, not daring to accept this gift, Zhao Jun didn't care, stayed for a few seconds before getting up, leaning slightly on his horse, and said: "All the soldiers have worked hard. ...I..." His voice was choked up, and he said word by word: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry for everyone's expectations...I'm sorry."

His eyes were a little red, and his voice was full of discomfort. Those who listened were panicked. The rest of the people were watching how Zhao Jun led them to fight the enemy. Zhao Jun's performance was obvious to all, and no one would challenge him. something went wrong.Now, apologizing to them in such a low voice, with such serious injuries on their bodies, is shocking their hearts.

Zhao Jun continued: "It was my incompetence that killed many brothers, I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a rough voice saying: "Little general, you are too worried. Your contribution is obvious to all. The strength of the national defense army is strong. It is not your fault, and the general has tried his best to minimize casualties. It was minimized and enough time was bought for our troops to retreat, so why bother to say sorry."

What he said was powerful and won the support of many people: "That's right, that's right, the little general doesn't need to blame himself."

Zhao Jun shook his head: "I caused everyone to lose friends and relatives."

Someone retorted: "It's not your fault. War is always cruel. If you take all the sacrifices on yourself, how should you live?"

Zhao Jun lowered his brows and eyes, feeling a little excited in his heart that his goal had been achieved.

Those people thought he was still sad, so they comforted him again, but time passed like this.

When Chen Ke came here, he saw such a scene. He felt a little funny and a little uncomfortable. What was funny was the scene, what made him feel distressed was the person in the scene, and what made him feel bad was that the person who made him feel bad was doing everything right now.

He could have been free and easy, but it turned out to be a prison.

The arrival of Chen Ke made everyone give way. Chen Ke took Zhao Jun's hand and took him to the carriage that accompanied him. He asked the doctor to help him diagnose and treat him, while he stayed outside to preside over the overall situation.

The carriage galloped quickly, and brought the people inside back to the harbor.

There is no wind or rain.

Just after Chen Ke led the people away, the eye that had been hiding in the dark finally appeared under the sky. He looked at the carriage that was fading away, and said to Xiao Yidao beside him: "What should I do? I don't want to let He's wading into this muddy water."

Xiao Yi also looked at the carriage, and then looked at his young master, and said, "If the eldest prince and the others don't move, then they don't need to wade through this muddy water... Shanghanzang..."

Mo Xuan shook his head, his brown pupils turned from tenderness to cruelty, and he said, "I thought he was peaceful."

Xiao Yi said in a deep voice: "Now he is going to make another fortune by taking advantage of the Eldest Prince."

Mo Xuan thought about his second brother, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "Then let him go and never return."

The little one answered yes expressionlessly, and left with Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan looked back and found that Chen Ke had stepped into the carriage.

He sighed softly, the wind blowing in front of him couldn't even blow into the ears of Xiao Yi who was a step away from him.

Whisper like a whisper.

Chen Ke knew that Zhao Jun was not seriously injured, but he didn't know that it was not so serious.

There is a shallow wound on the right shoulder, not long, and the bleeding is little. Although he is wearing black clothes, the coagulated blood makes this invisible wound feel very hideous.

There is still a lot of blood on his body, and the illusion that he was seriously injured was presented to everyone inexplicably.

Chen Ke helped Zhao Jun pull up the clothes that had faded to his elbows, tied them carefully, and then asked, "Does it hurt?"

In fact, there was really no big feeling, but Zhao Jun still said, "It hurts."

Some faint grievances.

Just ignore it.

One doesn't want to think deeply, and the other doesn't want to misunderstand.

Chen Ke saw that his left hand was trembling, so he grabbed his hand to help him move.

The weather in midsummer was really hot, and Zhao Jun's ears were slightly red in the heat.

He turned his head away uncomfortably, looking at the scenery passing by outside the window.

But none caught his eye.

It's really hot.

The author has something to say:

I'm rushing to update at the end of today. I lost track of the time because I was too high playing with my friends. I'm desperate.