Dai Juncai needs veterans, who are capable of fighting. The recruits who have never been on the battlefield finally become calm under the baptism of death again and again. The panic and panic in their eyes are finally replaced by indifference and determination, and then Feng is sad. I discovered that as a lake, there is no such thing as innocence in my eyes. Because innocent people are no longer in this world, just like yesterday’s gangster boy, who went to the front line with the scouts, and then desperately killed two instructors who had passed away, and then got a dozen. An enemy besieged and beaten to death. His death gave the veterans behind him enough time to arrange the mechanism. Ironically, the disciple of this salesman was originally their technical guide, but the mechanism that allowed this group of veterans to win was his design. Of.
What is needed in the battle is not only blood, but also calm waiting. Yes, this battle allowed them to grow. After this battle, they will all become the pillars of their respective schools if they are still alive.
Drinking blood boasted that he was a person who disregarded death, but seeing the young bodies brought back by others, and seeing those familiar faces eating in the same pot with him yesterday, he suddenly felt a little intolerable. Yes, he can ignore death, whether it is someone else’s or his own, he can also kill the enemy in front of him without hesitation. Feeling deeply disgusted, he personally issued the order to send the scout. Even so, in the face of such a large casualty, especially the casualty that made him feel meaningless, he still felt it necessary to talk to Feng.
Feng is behind a gentle slope, and he always likes to smoke there alone. When drinking blood to find him, he first saw a cigarette butt in one place, and then the haggard youth. In front of the coalition forces, Feng is always so confident and so sunny. He will always be a polite son of a thousand sects. He will always have inexhaustible strategies and always have a confident look. But Drinking Blood is like many of Feng’s real friends. He knew that this guy called Dai Junchoi was actually lazy, actually very weak. In fact, he was just a thin scholar. In fact, he only wanted a stable life. Maybe Being the owner of a bakery is his biggest dream.
"You are here." Feng seems to be just venting his addiction to smoking here, but from the perspective of Drinking Blood, he seems to know that he is coming. Feng drew out two cigarettes and handed one to drink blood. Recently, both of them were addicted to cigarettes. The addiction and insomnia seemed to be contagious. For many nights, Feng hid here and smoked, and then saw the same insomnia drinking blood practicing here. Knife.
"Yes, our scouts just came back, and today there are seven boys who died in the battle." Drinking blood tried to keep his voice as steady as possible. Unfortunately, in front of a master of psychology like Feng, the disguise concerning human nature has become vulnerable. .
"Unexpectedly, drinking blood with our dignified golden knives would actually grieve the dead. I have heard people say that every Suomen's golden knives have completed their own killing of a hundred people. Why, what a pity for those children?" Feng's voice There are some provocative meanings, but it is a pity that drinking blood is not angry.
"I feel like I'm squandering other people's lives at will." In the second half of the sentence, drinking blood did not say, "The same is true for you on behalf of the king."
"There has never been a war started in the name of justice. This time is no exception. Whether we win or lose, we are all sinners." Feng's voice was surprisingly calm. "But we must fight this battle because it is not. For the rise and fall of a certain sect, this is the key to the survival of the whole arena." There are many things that Er Feng has never said to anyone, but to his colleague, Feng doesn't mind to say more.
"Even so, we don't have to." Drinking blood carefully looked around, seemingly afraid that the next conversation would be heard.
"Wait." Feng waved his hand to drink the blood to stop talking, and softly shouted: "Little Harrier." So the familiar young man appeared behind the tree not far away, "Brother, what's the matter?"
"Look around a little bit, someone came over and said." Feng didn't need to give more instructions, Su Haiharrier naturally knew what to do.
"Understand." The old man Gao Mai has a body style that no one can match. If he doesn't want you to find out, then no one in the world can find him.
"I ask you, just based on the team when we first arrived and the future, what percentage do you think is the chance?" Feng's voice was very small, but the blood was heard clearly, and then he gave an amazing answer.
"It's less than 30%." This answer is too unexpected. Such a powerful team, disciples from many families, and these masters, actually only have a 30% win rate? What is even more difficult to understand is that since it has such a low winning rate, why does Dai Juncho insist on this expedition
"Your analysis is correct. It seems that Big Brother Yidao's vision is right. He told me before that you are the most discerning swordsman." Feng glanced at Drinking Blood with approval, "But now? What do you think of us? What's your winning percentage?"
Drinking blood thought about it for a while, and finally prudently reported a number, "50%." After sacrificing so many people, the winning rate has actually increased. Why is this? "When we first arrived, we didn't know anything about the enemy, and our cooperation with each other was a little strange, and most importantly, we lacked trust in our comrades." After all, we came from different sects and wanted to reach 100%. Trust is really hard. "But now, everyone has gone through the baptism of war, and the intelligence of the rebirth gate has become more and more perfect, and the cooperation and trust between comrades in arms has been built up with battles. So I said, the winning rate is five. Succeeded." Drinking blood instantly understood Feng's plan, "When are you going to attack?" "Perhaps 80% of the time." Feng said lightly, but Drinking blood was not easy to hear, so he calculated roughly. To reach this number, I am afraid that many novices will have to die on the battlefield. "But maybe it will be earlier, and those who have passed away may not be able to bear it." "You are right, we are all sinners of the rivers and lakes." Drinking blood let out a heavy sigh, and then put away his decadence and Fragile, becoming cold-tempered again, he and Feng are both commanders of the team. As a commander, he needs to give everyone confidence. At this moment, the cuckoo's voice sounded not far away.
Feng and Yinxue walked back side by side, and ran into a few silent Wudang school disciples on the road. They killed two brothers today, and they were preparing to bury the remains of their comrades-in-arms. Suomen's Zhang Jia helped, somehow, drinking blood always found Feng's gaze peeking to the side, as if something was attracting his attention.