When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

She was chased by the big worm last night, and finally managed to climb up the old tree with her hands and feet. Her original bright red clothes were cut by the branches, her hair was tied up high and loose, and the hair was scattered on the side of her face. , it is not difficult for him to imagine her distressed appearance at that time.

How could a woman, even an eclectic woman who had just escaped from a tiger's mouth and nestled in a tree branch overnight, not be afraid when she encountered a big bug that almost ate her?

It's not that she is not afraid, she is afraid that her fear will affect his emotions, so she pretends to be calm and cheers him up.

Wu Song withdrew his gaze, looked up at the majestic tiger in front of him, and said in a voice that was no longer as cold as before, "Don't be afraid."

"Well, I'm not afraid." Pan Jinlian wrapped her clothes and said, "With you here, what am I afraid of?"

The night wind lifted Wu Song's hair, and Wu Song rolled up his sleeves methodically, the tiger roared and rushed over.

After being chased by the tiger last night, Pan Jinlian had a little bit of a psychological shadow on the tiger, watching Wu Song fight with the tiger in horror.

Wu Song is a bit taller than the men of this era, but he is not the kind who is big and thick. His muscles are not particularly exaggerated, but rather lean. With his unique height and figure, coupled with his cold temperament, Let him walk in the crowd, he stands out from the crowd.

Wu Song's temperament and figure are the ones that God rewards for food, and his actions are extremely prestigious, but that is in the crowd, in front of the king of the forest, he is a very delicious piece of fat.

There is a large temperature difference between day and night on the mountain, and the cool breeze is blowing.

Just as the tiger roared, the bloody smell wafted from between the sharp teeth, causing Pan Jinlian to pinch her nose.

The taste in the tiger's mouth was really unpleasant, and I don't know how Wu Song, who was closer to the tiger, could bear it.

Pan Jinlian frowned and looked, Wu Song was extremely fast, dodging aside, the moonlight was mottled, sprinkled on his side face like shattered jade flakes, his nose moved slightly, as if he couldn't bear the smell of a big bug.

Pan Jinlian laughed.

A heroic warrior such as Wu Song also has things he can't stand. It seems that this big worm has eaten people, and he only hopes that Wu Song will kill the harmful big worm as soon as possible, and avenge those who died in the belly of the tiger.

The tiger rushed over again, Wu Song jumped up, raised his hand, and hit the tiger hard on the neck with his elbow.

The tiger suffered from pain, its huge body fell to the ground, and the fallen leaves fluttered. Wu Song clenched his fists and hit the tiger hard on the head.

Punch after punch, the tiger couldn't stop howling.

The difference between the two sides was so great that Pan Jinlian was almost dazzled.

Water Margin is not a martial arts novel, the content is more realistic, without the martial arts and legends of the Fourteen Frost and Cold States.

Although Wu Song in the book has supernatural powers, it can be said that Potian is just an ordinary person. Facing the big worm that has eaten countless people, he can't kill it instantly. And the IQ of being more alert, rather than relying entirely on the suppression of force.

It is precisely because she knows this that she is particularly worried. After all, Wu Song is not as good as in the book, and there is a handicap beside him. There are many constraints.

But even so, Wu Song still beat the ferocious tiger to death, not at all thrilling, ups and downs, after Wu Song dodged several attacks of the tiger, he found the weakness of the tiger, and beat the tiger so hard that it couldn't crawl. Get up, and then crush the tiger and beat it hard.

This is a complete suppression of intelligence and force, and there is no suspense in the ending.

She was worried for nothing.

Pan Jinlian was in a complicated mood.

I thought that Wu Song's level was higher than ordinary people, he was a diamond, but when it came out, Wu Song was a master, even a king.

Sure enough, she shouldn't treat Wu Song as a normal person.

Wu Song was still punching the tiger, and the majestic king of the forest collapsed into a ball just now, no longer the majesty of the king of beasts.

Seeing this scene, she couldn't help thinking of Wu Song's supernatural power described several times in the book - Wu Song lifted a stone of several hundred catties with one hand effortlessly, threw it into the sky, and the stone flew into the sky. After a long time before it falls, he can still catch it lightly and deftly.

If you were a normal person, let alone throwing a stone and then catching it, you might not even be able to lift your hands.

Pan Jinlian sighed.

After all, Mr. Shi favors Wu Erlang.

He is magnanimous in hate and magnanimous in love, like the green bamboo in the mountains, he is willing to bend and never bend.It's a pity that being born in this era is the original sin. There are one hundred and eight generals in the Water Margin, and all of them have a miserable end. Wu Song broke an arm when he was conquering Fang La, and finally passed away in Liuhe Temple.

Although Wu Song's ending was much better than other Liangshan heroes, Pan Jinlian still felt sorry.

If Wu Song was born in other eras, he was the magic needle guarding one side in troubled times, and he was a heroic talent passing by in prosperous times. He had no choice between troubled times and prosperous times, but he was born in the Song Dynasty, which left no way for people to survive.

The emperor was fatuous, and the courtiers took over the government. Soon after, it was the shame of Jingkang who shocked China.

Throughout the ages, there is no one who has been ashamed and humiliated more than Jingkang.

Tokyo fell. In order to save their own lives, the incompetent emperor and courtiers gave their wives and daughters to the golden men for spoiling.

There is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, no one collects the bones, new ghosts bother the wronged old ghosts and cry.

Every time Pan Jinlian thought of the shame of Jingkang, she wished she could kill Song Huizong with a knife—how could he still have the face to write poems when he arrived in Jindi?

If he is a Goujian who suffers from hardships, then that's fine, but as a monarch, he has no responsibility at all, and uses his wife and daughter in exchange for his own life.

Song Tai/Zu was usurped by military generals, and his position was not right, so that in the end of Song Dynasty, the status of military generals was not high, and he was quite angry with civil servants.

People in this era have been brainwashed too thoroughly by the Confucian set of "the emperor is the guide for the ministers". Everyone turned against Liangshan, and finally accepted the imperial court's offer of peace, and became one of the people who were once again enslaved by the fatuous emperor. Wu Song is nothing but countless tragedies one of the .

Thinking of Wu Song's ending, Pan Jinlian felt sore in her heart.

It shouldn't be like this.

She won't let this happen again.

Pan Jinlian supported the trunk and stood up, picked up a branch from the ground, used it as a crutch, and limped to Wu Song.

The tiger had been beaten to death, and Wu Song's forehead was beaded with sweat. Pan Jinlian took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and stretched out his hand to gently wipe Wu Song's sweat.

Wu Song's body froze slightly, and after a while, he turned his face to avoid her movements.

Pan Jinlian's hands stopped in the air, she couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Now let's talk about whether men and women can kiss each other, so what if you carry me down the mountain later?"

Wu Song pursed his lips.

Because of his side face, his straight nose bridge is particularly beautiful, and with his thin lips, he has an ascetic but sinful beauty.

With Wu Song's face so close at hand, Pan Jinlian's original fear of Jingkang's shame dissipated for the most part.

The most good-looking person has this kind of advantage. When people look at his face, all the grievances in their hearts can be calmed down.

Pan Jinlian pushed the handkerchief in front of Wu Song and said, "Hey, wipe it yourself."

Wu Song looked at the veil, then glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, hesitated for a moment, finally took the veil and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After wiping, Wu Song returned the handkerchief to Pan Jinlian, and the corners of Pan Jinlian's mouth curled up slightly, and said, "It's dirty, wash it and give it to me."

Wu Song: "..."

The moonlight in the sky is hidden in the clouds, and the morning star comes unconsciously.

Wu Song raised his eyebrows. The girl in red was holding a walking stick made of a branch with one hand, and the other was on her hips.

He probably owed her in the previous life, so he was tossed by her in this life.

The handkerchief in his hand was of good quality, Wu Song clutched it, and without hesitation for too long, he casually stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeve.

Pan Jinlian said: "This big bug is too big, let's go down the mountain first, and we will find someone to get the big bug down tomorrow."

Wu Song nodded and glanced at the tiger.

Pan Jinlian laughed, threw the cane aside, opened her hands, and said, "Carry me on your back."

Wu Song pursed his lips and squatted down.

Wen Xiang Nuan Yu greeted him, the familiar fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, the girl on her back was dishonest even if she was injured, her uninjured leg was swinging like she was sitting on a swing.

The morning star is getting brighter and brighter, and Pan Jinlian is singing an unknown song.

Wu Song didn't listen to the songs very much, and didn't know what she was singing. He just felt that the little songs she sang were very different from the songs of this era.

"He was born as an official in the Han Dynasty, Yubayashiro, and first joined the hussars to fight Yuyang."

"Sit sideways on the golden saddle and adjust the white feathers, and shoot and kill Wu Danyu one after another."

A low-pitched little tune was sung in the silent night, and Wu Song's frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed.

He somewhat longed for her life in the song.

Why don't men take the Wu hook and collect the fifty states of Guanshan, but the generals of this era live too aggrieved and too hard.

Wu Song closed his eyes.

After Pan Jinlian finished singing, she put her face on Wu Song's shoulder and said nothing for a long time.

Accustomed to Pan Jinlian's twittering, she suddenly fell silent, which made Wu Song feel a little uncomfortable.

The morning star pierced through layers of clouds and mist, Wu Song's head was covered with starlight, and after an unknown amount of time, Wu Song said: "It sounds good."

Pan Jinlian changed a more comfortable position and lay on Wu Song's shoulder, saying: "I know it sounds good, the lyrics are good, and the song is better, but it doesn't matter if it sounds good. It's the Song Dynasty, not the Han and Tang Dynasties. People of this era, Making meritorious deeds is empty talk, and coming to this world is to suffer."

"Don't you see, the military exploits are as outstanding as Di Gong, but he died in depression."

Wu Song frowned slightly, his eyes were as deep as cold stars.

Pan Jinlian said: "Erlang, when do you think this era will end? Di Gong is an immortal general, and only one can be born in a thousand years. In our Great Song Dynasty, how many Di Gongs can be ruined by the faint king and courtiers?"

Wu Song didn't answer, but his thin lips were pursed even tighter.

The wind in the mountains seemed to be getting colder, and it made people's bones ache.

Wu Song whispered: "You are a woman, what do you want to do?"

The girl's voice behind her had an unknown emotion: "I don't just think for myself, but also for you."

"Born in this world, I'm not worth it for myself, and I'm not worth replacing you. If you were born in another era, with your strength, you will be able to command thousands of troops, achieve eternal fame, and protect the people of one side."

"But you were born in this world, and you have nowhere to use your strength, so what if you kill the tiger? It's just to be a capital and serve as a helper for the county magistrate."

Wu Song's pupils shrank suddenly, and the girl's voice continued: "Erlang, aren't you wronged?"