Vol 3 Chapter 1607: -I'm not dead yet

The expedition was just around the corner. Under the eyes of everyone, Ji Thief suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, which directly frightened everyone.
Tushan jumped off his horse in a panic, ran forward and hugged the thief who had fallen down, and asked in a panic: "My lord, what's the matter with you?"
Feilu and the others were also nervous, screaming in a circle.
The thief Ji who had vomited blood raised his eyelids effortlessly, and only said that after the plan was cancelled, his head tilted and he passed out.
Everyone was completely confused when Ji Thief vomited blood.
At that moment, they even felt that the sky above their heads was about to collapse.
Everyone can't figure it out. Why did he vomit blood? How come you fell into a coma?
No one knew what was going on, they all went back with Ji Thief for treatment.
The clansmen who were going to fight were dumbfounded. They looked at each other and asked what was going on. Why did the king vomit blood before the battle?
Wait, the king seemed to vomit blood after seeing the news brought by the golden eagle. Could it be that something serious happened on the linen?
At the thought of this, everyone looked at the linen cloth on the ground.
Turning his eyes, he saw a hand picking up the linen cloth from the ground.
Everyone knows the owner of that hand, it is Hunter.
Unlike other people, Shou is more careful. He realized the problem when Ji thief vomited blood.
Therefore, when everyone was going to rescue Ji thief, he picked up the linen cloth in his hand to read the contents.
After looking at the linen, Hunter's face immediately turned pale.
He understood why Ji Thief suddenly vomited blood...
Being taken to the room, Feilu called for a doctor in the gate to rescue Ji thief.
After working hard until night, Ji thief just woke up quietly.
Ji Thief, who just opened his eyes again, seemed to be more than ten years old, his face pale and pale without a trace of blood.
Tushan, who was guarding the room, saw Ji Thief wake up, cheered, and asked Ji Thief cautiously: "My lord, are you okay?"
Ji thief was a little sluggish, Tushan's words fell for three or two minutes before he reacted and let out a dazed ah.
When did the Ji thief have such a performance, so that Tushan looked a little distressed.
He lowered his head, his tone was a little sad: "Anyway, it's fine if you wake up, Majesty, and it's fine if you wake up."
As he was talking, the sound of footsteps outside came, Feilu ran in. As he came, he asked: "The king is not awake... The king! You are awake!"
Ji thief looked up at Fei Lu, under the candlelight in the room, Ji thief could see clearly, there were bright red blood spots on Fei Lu's body.
Ji Zei didn't even have the strength to frown. He was weak enough to understand the content on that linen cloth and how hard it hit him.
"Brother Feilu, what's the matter with you?" Ji Thief asked.
Feilu lowered his head, very embarrassed and ashamed: "My lord, after you were in a coma, Ashi and others did not wait for us and said we were a lie. Now, these are attacking outside again, and the Erdaoguan is a little bit too much to hold.
The thief was stunned when he heard the words: "Why, there are more than three hundred people in the barrier! How many people are there in the Heishui Mountains? They are now five or six hundred people, how can they not hold it?"
Feilu's tone was a little lonely: "How could it be five or six hundred people? They don't know when the more than four hundred helpers called from the Blackwater Mountains. Now they are more than 1,000 people. I asked the captives. Originally, the more than four hundred people stayed in the Blackwater Mountains to protect their territories. As a result, now they are all called here, just to ask for a group."
"Even a thousand people will not be unstoppable. Could it be that the soldiers coming out of the mountains are already so weak?"
The thief got angry when he said that, and wanted to get out of bed.
It's just that he was weak, so he stood up and swayed about to fall, or Tushan hurriedly helped Ji thief sit down, and then he didn't throw his whole person on the ground.
I'll look at Feilu again. The latter explained: "It's not the king, everyone has no fighting power. The main reason is that you suddenly vomited blood in the afternoon, which makes everyone worried and loses fighting spirit."
Hearing this, Ji thief looked up.
Feilu, who knew he had not said anything, quickly covered his mouth.
But when I saw it, Ji Thief panted heavily: "Where is everyone?"
"Both, are blocking the enemy at the second pass."
The thief stretched out an arm: "Tushan, help, help me up..."
Tushan was taken aback: "My lord, what are you going to do?"
"Go and close, let everyone see that I haven't fallen down yet, come on!"
Tushan was worried about Ji Thief's body, but he couldn't persuade Ji Thief, so he could only agree, and helped Ji Thief to stand up.
Walking out staggeringly, Feilu was anxious, and persuaded from the side: "My lord, or you should stay here to raise your body, I can keep the second pass."
Ji Thief shook his head: "I have to show up, otherwise, everyone will feel uneasy. Okay, don't say it."
Speaking hard, Ji Thief made the Sabertooth Tiger call, and then, supported by Tushan, stepped onto the tiger's back.
There was a Xuanyuan sword hanging from Ji Zei's waist, and Tushan and Feilu walked outwards by his side.
Both of them can see clearly, every time you take a step forward, Ji's momentum will change by one point.
When he first came out of the room, Ji Thief was extremely weak.
As a result, it is like a child stretches out his hand and pushes, Ji Thief can fall down.
But you will watch it again, as you walk around, the heroic spirit between Ji Thief's eyebrows comes back to life.
His chest was straight subconsciously, and a breathless, invisible temperament entangled his body.
When the thief came to the front of Erdaoguan, what he saw was the scene of the Heishui people who were fighting hard against the cliffs on both sides.
The blood flew across the limbs, resembling a purgatory on earth.
Ji Zei patted the neck of Sabretooth Tiger under his crotch and motioned for it to close.
The big cat is psychic, carrying the thief and walking towards Shut.
Tushan, who was following Ji Zei, didn't know if it was his own illusion. He could see clearly that when Ji Zei slapped Sabretooth Tiger's neck, a sad expression flashed across his face.
He frowned and shook his head, just thinking he was wrong.
Close, everyone is desperately fighting.
Ah Huang led a few people around him to kill for a while and retreated. Seeing that the gap he just killed was filled in an instant, he couldn't help frowning, and said, "These guys are too clingy, aren't they afraid of death? ?"
The tribesmen next to Ah Huang were somewhat uneasy, and their upper and lower gums fought and trembled and said: "Ah, Lord Ah, we, can we really repel the attack on the Blackwater Mountains, I, I think they are desperately coming."
When the torch was turned off, Ah Huang could see clearly, and the people behind him looked panicked.
For a moment, Ah Huang frowned: "What are you afraid of, I am here."
With that, Ah Huang seemed to set an example for everyone, and once again rushed forward.
Basically, the enemy that Ah Huang is responsible for cannot be killed, but he is alone, and there is always something he can't take care of.
Close several managements are responsible for one point. However, there are too many enemies, and the people in contact with the enemy are somewhat timid.
First, he was frightened by the enemy's desperate attitude.
Secondly, it was the thief who vomited blood in public, which made everyone lose their confidence.
Isn't it? Under this kind of mentality, closing the formation and being pulled apart, the clansmen retreated one after another, one by one, where there is still the slightest appearance of a good soldier in battle.
Ji Zei entered the customs, and the first thing he saw was such a scene. At the moment, he frowned, exhausted all his strength, and shouted: "What! The usual peaceful life has taken you away! Teach you! Have you forgotten the combat skills given to you! How do you protect the Qingyan Mountains!"
The voice of Ji Thief only reverberated beside him at first, and when he heard Ji Thief's voice, everyone looked back, and when they saw that it was Ji Thief, they were all stunned.
"Yes, it's the king!"
The cheers blew up, more and more people looked back, and more and more people were so excited.
King, King is okay!
The thief took another deep breath and drew out Xuanyuanjian and pointed forward: "I'm not dead yet! You are so weeping, and you dare to call yourself the warriors of the mountains! Go, kill me, let these take a look , Your prestige and prestige in the South and North Wars!"