[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

Four days later, my eyes finally recovered.

To be honest, at the moment when I saw the light again, I was not particularly moved or delighted. Of course, I think this may have something to do with Poker Ping being with me all the time.Later, Boyoupin forced me to do a rough experiment, and I was relieved when I found out that my eyesight and other aspects were the same as before.

During this period of time, there was no sign of a blind or fat man in the camp, and the men were all left behind, and were divided into logistical preparations, deployment of supplies, and treatment of the wounded.

It was also during this period that the mercenaries sent by Xiaohua officially started the siege of Qin Rongcheng.The two sides used the city wall as the defensive line of the territory, fought desperately, and occupied the enemy's territory inch by inch.

In the first few days when my eyesight recovered, I was taken to the battlements occupied by our forces to witness a rare battle of human corpses from a distance.

The situation is not one-sided as I imagined. Although the Zongmin will not get tired and their attack and defense power is far beyond that of humans, the professionalism displayed by the mercenaries can make up for this shortcoming very well. With the tacit cooperation of hot weapons and the battle experience honed over time, the human battle line quickly crossed the city wall and gradually crushed into the city.

Our side is not without casualties, and death is happening every day.

Looking at all of this, my heart was not touched too much, not that I was numb to death and blood, but suddenly, I felt that I had a lot in common with these lunatic mercenaries.

Since this group of lunatics who dance on the tip of their knives to make a living have chosen to exchange their lives for money, they must have realized it long ago.

Just like when I returned to Hangzhou from Changbai in a daze, and faced straightforward questions from the elders of my family in Changsha, even though I knew the future would be difficult and dark, I still stood up for what I thought was the most important thing in life. Stepped into the mud.Regardless of whether you get what you want in the end, there is no room for turning back at the moment of choice, and sympathy and soft-heartedness are superfluous.

Perseverance, courage, and perseverance may be the greatest advantages of this type of people, but among them, too few people can get what they want, and too many people don't end well.As for me, I am an extremely lucky one. When I was struggling hopelessly in the mire, I was suddenly pulled back to the shore by the person who had been pursuing me. I should have been content.

But having said that, I have to admire the efficiency of this group of well-trained desperadoes.Less than a week had passed, but the battle had already reached a fever pitch.With the geometric increase in the number of ghost relics in my hand, mercenaries swept across the city like locusts and captured nearly [-]% of the land.After the Zongmin people died, there were no corpses left, and no new forces joined in. The situation fell to the human side in a very short period of time.

Things go so well that they lose their sense of reality.What really made me doubtful was Wu Chen's attitude.

According to Blind Man, who is in charge of this operation, Wu Chen has not shown his face since the start of the war. Although the Zongbing team is as orderly as if they were led by an invisible general, I always feel that Wu Chen doesn't seem to care. This is at stake in the outcome of the "life and death" battle.

On the night before he entered the city lord's mansion within a radius of ten miles, someone came down to report that Wu Chen had finally appeared.I hurriedly put on a coat with Poker Fing, and climbed up to the roof of the house to look around with the telescopic equipment.

He moved a chair and sat casually on the attic of the city lord's mansion, with a calm face, watching the fight downstairs with great interest, neither angry nor doing anything, just watching, as if it had nothing to do with him, before The Wu Chen I saw in the arena for a few days was completely different.As soon as he looked up, he found that we were observing, so he stared back at us silently for a while, and then entered the room without saying a word, showing no emotion or anger.

When we saw him again, two rounds of days and nights had passed, and we entered the City Lord's Mansion as the victor, while he was sitting on the stone chair in the lobby with his eyes closed, as if he had been waiting for this moment, no one knew him What are you thinking.

At the beginning, the fat man always felt that he was cheating, and would arrange a surprise attack by the witch doctor or set up an ambush, but after Poker-Face and Wu Chen exchanged eyes, he suddenly waved the fat man away, saying, "Listen to what he has to say first. "

Perhaps it was because the Zhang family had always dealt with the things in these tombs from their ancestors, and they were born with a premonition about these ghosts and ghosts.Sure enough, Wu Chen finally opened his mouth, and said slowly, "Didn't he send you here?"

I didn't expect him to have such a large amount of information when he opened his mouth, so I was stunned for a moment, and couldn't answer immediately.Poker bottle reacted faster than me, grasped the point very keenly, and asked: "You have been misunderstanding us. Who is 'he'?"

"Is not it……"

Wu Chen muttered softly, then smiled at us, and continued: "I want to make a deal with you, are you interested?"

"We are the winner. The general of the dead city has no right to raise conditions." I retorted coldly.

He looked helpless and said:

"Then let me put it another way. I have a general understanding of your situation. Frankly speaking, just getting me is not very useful to you, because I am 'incomplete'."

As he spoke, he clenched his fist subconsciously and continued:

"Seeing that you are not very interested, then as a reward for defeating me, I will first talk about my own origin. I have never told anyone about the next thing. Even if ordinary people hear it, they will find it ridiculous. As for you In the end, whether you believe it or not, it has little influence on me, and it all depends on you.”

If a few hours ago, someone told me that in the near future, I would sit in a bucket in the abyss and listen to Zongzi tell the historical stories he personally experienced, then I would definitely reserve a bed for him in the mental hospital .But after a few hours, I nodded calmly, changed to a sitting position that was as comfortable as possible, and signaled him to continue.

Unexpectedly, the prelude to the following story was opened more than 2000 years ago.

At that time, there was not even Wu Chen in the world.