Chapter 83: Campfire night

The town is here.
Stepping into this side of the black iron fortress, I felt a bleak and majestic breath.
The dead soldiers and soldiers who died in battle were transported here by their companions, and they lay quietly and neatly in the middle of the fortress.
From place to place on the black iron platform, there are still spared wounded soldiers fighting their last breath, resisting the invading ghost.
Under the platform, I don't know how many bodies of Wraiths piled up.
As soon as he stepped into the town, Sang heard a heartfelt laughter from afar: "Laozi, even lying down, can't live tonight, and he can kill so many devil grandchildren again, it's a profit! Bah!"
When I heard the sound, I knew that a spit of blood was spit out.
Like the cicadas of summer, a laugh sounded at once, and immediately a large number of laughs were raised. These seriously wounded people laughed and waved the weapon in their hands very weakly.
You Wuming received the knife, and looked indifferent: "Go, replace all the people."
"Yes!" Xiaowu immediately arranged for his soldiers. After a quarter of an hour, all the vitally wounded soldiers were carried to the open space in the center of the fortress. Xiaowu took the people and took over the platforms that resisted the evil spirits.
"Master!" the severely wounded protested in unison. "We are too seriously injured and can't survive a few times! It's not a waste to wait so vainly! Let's fight! We can kill again! Lord, we are real Don't want to live! Don't delay other brothers!"
"Okay," Yumie smiled lightly. "Who is dead, I turn around and kill his family, so that the family is neat and reunited underground."
The wounded: "..."
You Wuming raised her face: "Shut up and settle in."
This time no one dared to yell at him again, pursed his lips, and reluctantly entered.
You Wuming turned his head and looked far away from Sang.
She pursed her lips slightly and nodded firmly at him.
After learning that nearly two thousand seriously wounded soldiers were left in the town, Sang Yuan began to seize the time to accumulate spirit and restore his spirit.
These soldiers are wearing black armor.
The black armor can evenly distribute the damage caused by the ghost to the body. There was only one reason for the fatal internal injury while wearing the black armor. These dense attack powers, like slow-fire stew, penetrated the body under the black armor, and the internal organs and bones were broken like cotton wool. .
This kind of injury will naturally make people extremely painful. When they can't bear it, the seriously wounded will cover up and paralyze themselves with laughter.
Since Sang stepped far into the town, these laughter with pain did not stop for a moment.
By the time the attack came out, it was already powerless.
These soldiers have counts in their hearts, so they will stay here voluntarily, guarding the corpses of their companions, and dragging a large stock of demons.
In fact, just waiting for death.
The more than 4,000 people who returned with Yumingming understand the situation of these wounded people. Many of them are following in the footsteps of these seriously wounded people.
Two sad and turbulent feelings hit one place, making this black iron town full of tragedy.
At this moment, under the strong and orderless command of death, the seriously wounded dying soldiers had leaned on the people around them one by one, sitting crookedly in the center of the town, pretending to be a set-in—it was impossible to enter Only if you breathe hard can you struggle a little longer to live for a moment and a half.
The rest of the people thought that the prince would give these brethren a happy heart, and they spontaneously sang the unique elegy of Youzhou.
The tragic and requisitioned Requiem first floated out of nowhere, and soon, it merged into a chorus, curling around, as if it could send the spirit to heaven.
Some seriously injured people wept silently.
In a tragic mood, Sang raised his hands far.
I saw countless knee-high sunflowers appearing in the center of the whole town, the flower tray was raised, emitting a splendid and soft light, and in a moment, the severely wounded were bathed in the sea of ​​spirit Yun.
Their injuries were too serious, and the healing of the mist had just passed, just like the dry sponge suddenly touched the water. Those bright and translucent spirits penetrated into the broken bodies of the soldiers and were absorbed completely, the sun flower There will be a withered face instantly!
Sang pressed his lips far and gathered more spiritual energy.
Her face turned pale, her body flicked, and her lower lip broke a small mouth.
The raised arms seemed to be hung with a heavy sandbag, the pain soared from the depths of the bone marrow, unconsciously twitching and trembling.
"Throw the rest of the wounded in!" She gritted her teeth and leaned her head toward Youyou.
After a brief glance, he saw his eyebrows closed tightly, and his beautiful lips became a line.
Finally, he didn't say anything. Instead, he swept to the platforms everywhere, and took those who were seriously injured but kept silent, and forced the soldiers who continued to fight to hold the collar one by one and threw them into the sea of ​​flowers.
Sang bit his tongue from far away, and did his best!
More sunflowers appeared in the sea of ​​people, withered flower discs turned into ashes and scattered, more flowers popped out with small faces, and Jin Cancan's flower discs faintly had a hint of blood on them, and it looked like they were no longer downcast Too.
They seemed to be laughing.
The blood-colored spirit seemed to have temperature, and when he entered the body of the seriously wounded soldier, tears shed one by one on those tough faces.
Perception is mutual.
Everyone can feel that these moments healed the spirit of their severe wounds and infected the petite woman in front of them. She has fully overdrawn and burned herself to support such a huge healing spell.
Someone struggled to stand up and wanted to move out of the healing area of ​​Huahai, so as to relieve the pressure for Sang.
Youmu had no choice but to stay on the periphery, knocking these disturbed good-hearted soldiers one by one.
Huahai lasted half an hour.
At the moment when he closed his hands, Sang only felt the sky spinning, his body fluttering, and he fell back uncontrollably.
Fall into that familiar embrace.
I saw the corners of his eyes bloody, the roots of his teeth groaned, but his voice still calmly smiled: "Mrs. Hard."
In the town, thousands of soldiers Qiqi shouted in tears: "Thank you, Madam, for the life-saving grace--"
Sang opened his eyes far and effortlessly, and saw the handsome face of You Wuming whirling in the field of vision. He quickly closed his eyes and waved at him: "Don't, don't make me cry. Let them, what should they do?" Why go!"
Youwu Ming knew that she loved empathy too much, and she couldn't stand such a scene, so she waved her hands impatiently: "Go."
He hugged her horizontally.
"There is a fighting room in the town, we take a break."
He took her into a small room and shut the short life and the child off the door.
"Ou, Ou, Ou?!!!"
"Rubling rubbing rubbing rubbing!"
"boom!"
There was a stone couch in the fighting room, and Youmei threw away the futon on the couch, sat against the wall, sat Sang far in front of him, lowered his head, and gently kissed her forehead and cheek.
"Little mulberry. Little mulberry. My little mulberry."
The voice was low and deep, and it was rare to reveal all the signs, full of love and distress.
Her head was still dizzy and she didn’t dare to open her eyes, only blindly rubbing his perfectly lined chin and side face with her forehead, her face arched against the face arch, and said weakly: "Wondering your handsome man plan, only Sell ​​your life for you."
He looked down and saw that her small face was pale and her lips were pale like a peach petal that had just opened, and she couldn't help but lower her head and gave her a heavy head.
Her lips were cold and soft, and the fragrance of flowers and fruits was extremely fresh, with a slight smell, entangled in his soul.
When she opened her mouth, she found that her lips had changed from light peach to rose pink.
"Well." His chest shuddered, he responded lowly.
"You owe me so many lives, King Youzhou," she said, "I can remember you said that you are fair here, you have changed your life for one life. Today, you saved so many people, you intend to How do you pay me back?"
She opened her eyes, her eyes gleaming slyly.
"How do you want me to return?" He lowered his head, almost against the tip of her nose, and the voice was low, as if immersed in thunder, falling into her heart and arousing a numbness.
"It's still unclear in this life!" she said, "you are mine in the next life, the next life, the next life."
"Okay," he smiled lightly, "I'll give you all for you when I treat you better. All for you."
Meaningful, broken into the bone.
Sang Yuanyuan: "...you are lifeless!"
Not serious!
"Yes, ma'am." He smiled and bent his eyes.
The foreheads of the two are against the foreheads.
This man clearly has only one body and one pair of arms, but when he holds her like this, she always has the illusion that every hair strand is wrapped tightly by him from the top of the head to the bottom of the foot.
That is the ultimate sense of security.
She closed her eyes and squinted quietly for a while.
When Sang was no longer dizzy, the outer Yuzhou soldiers had killed the ghosts around the town.
There were more than 900 soldiers killed in Pingzhou. The bodies could not be transported back, nor were they convenient for burial, they could only be burned on the spot.
The 7,000 people sent to Pingzhou were originally ordinary soldiers who were desperate to stay in Jidu. After these fierce days and nights, it has grown up quickly-with Xuanjia in his body, each person equals dozens of lives, and the experience gained between life and death is unmatched by ordinary people.
Now the number of surviving soldiers is about six thousand, this team is already the elite of the elite.
Youmei led the army and set off.
This way, like a broken bamboo, quickly helped Pingzhou calm down the Great Wall of China. During the whole process, the army of more than 6,000 people was miraculously zero casualties-Xuanjia can disperse fatal injuries, sporadic casualties appear, Sang Yuan Just throw a small face flower on his shoulder and walk for a while to heal.
The soldiers are getting more and more experienced. Later, the number of fatally injured people is much less, and Sang is far more leisurely.
"Xuanjia is not powerful, the really powerful is our wife!" The soldiers muttered.
Two days later, the elite of this elite reached the junction of Ping and Han.
The King of Pingzhou personally guarded the southern section of the Great Wall, picked over 6,000 of the best cloud beasts, paired with beast armor, and gave You Youming to express gratitude.
With War Rider, this line is like a wind and thunder, where the demons can’t even keep the residual limbs.
Follow the Great Wall all the way south and soon reach the Hanzhou area.
You Wuming did not anger Hanzhou because of the unpleasantness with Han Shaolin. He led the army to behead all the way to help Hanzhou stabilize the Great Wall.
Han Shaoling is missing, and now it is his cousin Han Shaofeng who is in charge of the overall situation in Hanzhou. He is in his early twenties and has acted quite calmly.
He deliberately greeted the Great Wall and saw the lifeless side.
Han Shaofeng and Han Shaoling are similar in appearance, less aggressive and domineering, and more angry with Qing Junshu. As soon as he opened his mouth, he knew it was not easy. He talked seasonedly, never mentioned his grievances with Youzhou, but was only grateful to Youzhou Wang for his help.
When he left Hanzhou, Sang looked back at the tall figure, and couldn't help feeling: "In this world, there are people who can come out in great numbers, Yingjie Yunyong, who can't do without it?"
Youyou despondently turned her head back: "Han Shaofeng, looks good?"
"Good-looking," she greeted his murderous gaze, bending her lips. "But it's still far from you!"
You Wuming raised her eyebrows slightly, and turned her face to the other side.
Entered Sangzhou.
Sangzhou was a bit more embarrassed than Hanzhou, but it also stabilized its position, and there was no big mess.
An iron tower-like brawny man ran to Sang Yuanyuan: "The king, the prince and the son of the world have led the army, and together with General Agu of Youzhou, went to Baizhou to support! Baizhou has fallen in many places, and the demons have invaded the inland! "
Sang took a breath from a distance—sure enough, the worst happened. This is also an unavoidable thing. It takes some time for reinforcements to come from You and Sangji. The wave of the Wraith Tsunami is coming in a hurry. A weak state like Baizhou must be destroyed in one blow.
Baizhou's weakness is different from that of Zhangzhou. Zhangzhou was ruined by Zhang Jing with financial means. In fact, Zhangzhou's generals were so tough that they were all dead. But Baizhou men are notoriously soft. They are soft in every way. When they go into battle to kill their enemies, they naturally have nowhere to go.
"What's the situation." Sang asked from afar.
The strong man replied: "General Sang Qingling led his army to the southern border to prevent the Wraith from invading Sangzhou from the north of Baizhou. As for the Wraith that broke through the Baizhou border, it could not be considered for a while! Now, Bai, Feng, Jiang, There are already ghosts in Zhao, Zhou and Qi states. Tiandu has dispatched 5,000 demons, led by Jiang XIII, and headed south from Jiangzhou to clear the monsters. It is still in Jiangzhou. Coming to Fengzhou soon."
Sang looked back at Youyou Yuan from afar.
The two exchanged glances.
In order to preserve his strength, Jiang Yanji really didn't even care about his posture.
The evil is coming, whether it is Youming Ming, Huangfujun or Han Shaoling, they are spared no effort to get rid of the demon, and this Jiang Yanji is actually lukewarm, and the troops he sends are still rubbing in Jiangzhou!
When her people slowly walked out of Jiangzhou, where there were not many monsters, others had already packed up the battlefield.
You Wuming slowly leaned over her body, breathing heavily in Sang Yuan's ears: "How did you eat her army?"
The voice was hoarse, with excited gasps.
"Good!" Sang was far from thinking.
"Leave from Baizhou." His grin caught his voice.
"Ok!"
"Little Mulberry," You Wuming narrowed her eyes, "Do you know who Jiang Xian is?"
"Who?"
Yumie's lips sneered a sneer, and extended a long finger, slowly at the point where an arrow had hit his chest.
"That archery man!" Sang was far away.
You Wuming once hit an arrow, and the day when Tiandu intercepted Huangfu Jun, it was also because the archer fired two arrows in a row and forced Youwu and Agu to save Huangfu Jun's life.
It is best for this person to get rid of it early. In the future, there will be a fierce battle with Jiang Yanji. There is such a long-range killer in her camp, and the number of casualties on her own must rise sharply.
It is best to be able to get rid of it in advance!
Sang narrowed his eyes slowly from the far away, and his lips floated with the same smile as Youmei.
"Xiao Sanguo!" You Wu Ming's eyes glared, "What expression are you!"
Sang was stunned by him from afar: "What expression do I have?"
He stretched out two thumbs, stroking the corners of her lips heavily, his voice overbearing: "No laugh like that. It's too evil."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." How dare you always know that your smile is evil?
...
Six thousand Xuanjia Iron Riders, continue to advance south.
In Baizhou, most of the Great Wall has been taken back by the You and Sang Coalition forces.
When Youwu Ming and Sang reached the town in the southwest corner of Yunjing far away, they found that Sangzhou Wang Sang Chengyin was roasting with Agu. The two sat cross-legged in the center of the town, with a grill in front of them and a blazing fire beneath them, roasting the body of an unknown creature.
Bursts of burnt incense came out with a fleshy flavour.
Sang looked at the object strung on the black iron shelf suspiciously.
The half man was short, with long limbs, and was twisted on the grill. His head was not big, and a thing with a suspected long tongue was drooping aside. Sang Chengyin turned the grill to the other side, and he saw a whole roast of fat fall into the fire, which stirred up a more vigorous fire.
Sang Yuan took a breath in the air first, and then blinked his eyes: "Dad! Are you roasting the Wraith?! Can Wraith actually eat it!"
Although it is a horrible thing, Sang is very experienced in this field. She knows that no matter how amazing the fertility is, how harmful it is, as long as it can eat and it is delicious, it takes minutes. Can make it extinct.
Agu was drinking and heard the words, a sip of liquor ‘poo’ spewed out, anxiously stood up and arched his hands: "Master! Sang King!"
Sang Chengyin stopped him and stopped him from speaking.
The tower man picked up his waist knife slowly, cut a slap-sized piece of meat from the grill, put it in a small silver plate, and greeted Sang Yuan and Youyou Meng: "Come on, try Dad's craft !"
Agu's lips twitched as if he wanted to say something, but Sang Chengyin glared heavily, so he suffocated and smirked.
Sang glanced at the two dubiously.
It seems that these days to get rid of the demon side by side, Agu this honest pimple has been conquered by Sang Chengyin's old fox with a thick thick skin.
She took the small silver plate handed over from her father.
I saw a square piece of meat on the silver plate, cut into segments, the skin was roasted yellow, but the cut meat was tender and visible to the naked eye.
Sang refrained from greedy far away, picked up a small piece of roasted meat with silver chopsticks, and fed it to You Wuming's mouth.
"Come, try my father's craft!"
Youming: "..."
What else could he do, bite the root of the tooth, and bite into the mouth with a heart-to-heart bite—you can’t let Xiao Mulberry come for such a thing as trying demonic meat? !
For a while, under Sang's far-reaching attention, Youyou swallowed this extremely delicious and suspicious piece of meat.
"Delicious?" she asked.
Youming: "..."
Sang Chengyin laughed loudly: "Son-in-law, how!"
After holding back for a while, You Wuming said helplessly: "The taste is fair, and it is also a priceless business. But after all, it is a ghost, and there must be scruples in the world. My opinion is that it is only sold well, and I can't see it. Shaped pieces of meat."
"Poof!" Not only Agu this time, even Sang Chengyin spouted a sip of wine.
A Gudao: "Master! This is not a ghost, but a specialty of Baizhou, Tian Ju Frog!"
Youming: "..."
The eyes are faint, gazing at Sang far away.
As soon as she came up, she was skewed by her thoughts, and when her thoughts were skewed, how to think this was a ghost.
Sang Yuanyuan: "Eh hey, it turns out to be a frog!"
After revealing the answer, look at the unidentified object on the grill. It looks like a frog.
Agu sighed and said, "The prince just said that he was going to sell Wraith meat. It really caused me goose bumps-Wraith I have eaten, it tastes like rotten pork immersed in a bucket for half a year. ."
You Wuming's mouth twitched: "I blame my army for sending less?"
Have you fallen into eating the devil?
Agu quickly waved his hand: "That time in Zhangzhou, I accidentally took a bite, which made me vomit for a little half a month, and everything I eat was simmering pork smell! It tastes very similar to this giant frog."
Sang Yuanyuan three people: "..."
Say this to him, no one can start the frog on the grill that is the same size as the ghost.
So Agu held the big frog alone and ate a single meal, gnawed a mouthful of oil-the bad guys were the same, but the "honest guys" had their own slickness.
"Where did my brother go?" Sang Yuan finally remembered the cheaper brother.
"I went to Fengzhou to help." Sang Chengyin asked, "Yu Wuming, are you going to see the Great Wall for me, or do you plan to go inland to meet the dogs?"
"I'm going inland." Youyou Ming smiled gracefully, "Yue Zhang Long Xiang Hu Bu, only you can withstand this pass. Clean up the trivial things like remnants, just give it to my son-in-law."
Be humble, humble, and sincere.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Look at this movie emperor's fart!
Sang Chengyin was so coaxed that he smiled and shook his head proudly.
"Ah!" He suddenly took two big slaps, "Today should have been your wedding day! I and Agu are here for barbecue and drinking, just for this!"
Agu raised the field chicken that chewed to the left skeleton: "Well, yes, congratulations to the lord and his wife for a hundred years!"
Sang was in a trance for a moment.
Was it supposed to be today? This day, day and night to eliminate the magic, long ago, I do not remember what day and night.
"Why not do it simple here?" Sang Chengyin said, "It's also a joy to have a campfire dinner!"
"Okay," Youwu said with a smile, "Go back and do it again."
"Then it's so settled!" Sang Chengyin waved his hand broadly.
"Okay," You Wuming respectfully made a polite speech. "I will discuss the details with Mulberry."
Having said that, he grabbed Sang Yuan's shoulder and walked out of the lookout.
"Tonight, I am curious to attack Jiang Xian." You Wuming smiled, "and there is evidence of absence."
"Well," Sang looked away from afar, "The cave was in the candlelight night, but the husband was worried about going out to fight..."
Youmei stunned: "That's fine. It's more important to eat mulberry."
"We can get things done in advance, without delay." She cast a mist in her eyes, held out her small hand, and gently grabbed him.
Today is the wedding day, she missed him.
You Wuming took a deep breath and smiled gradually: "...Good."