Seeing that he was lying motionless on the ground holding a throwing knife in both hands, it was like a child who was asleep. There was a happy smile on his face. It seemed that he could not feel the pain of the shoulder wound at all, but Jiang Minghao, who was still in shock. I always feel that something is not right, I always feel that something is missing.
'Where's the flying knife? What about a flying knife? 'Jiang Minghao muttered in his heart, he shot three flying knives, but now there are only two in front of him, and the Falcon Wing Saber originally held in Xiaosha's hand is also missing.
Jiang Minghao pressed the wound on his hand firmly, resisting the pain in his abdomen and walked towards the cliff step by step, using the moss on the cliff to block the piercing wound. At this moment, his eyes glanced at the wall. The character'Bing' on the seal body unexpectedly found that the Falcon Wing Saber seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and it was firmly attached to the rock wall, and his throwing knife was like a dart hitting the center of the bull's eye. Inserted in the center of the seal type soldier character.
"How is this possible?" When Jiang Minghao used a flying knife to shoot at the snake's head in the tunnel, the moment the knife and the stone wall collided, sparks flew everywhere, just like it was mounted on an iron block, and the bullet flew directly. How can this flying knife be inserted into the exact same stone wall now
Everything here is really weird. Even if Jiang Minghao has a clairvoyant eye and has a certain ability to withstand strange and weird things since he was a child, everything in front of him, even he feels like an illiterate without knowledge.
After completely blocking his wound with moss, Jiang Minghao tore a piece of cloth from his body, tied the wound tightly, and moved a little. The pain of tearing skin and flesh was immediately transmitted to his brain, and it hurt him. I couldn't help but took a breath, and shouted:
"Fucking your grandfather's grandma's grandfather, he's so damn bad for him, a chic bastard, when you wake up, let's see how I can deal with you."
Scolded, but Jiang Minghao still used his intact right hand to grab a handful of moss. This moss is not only edible, but the Compendium of Materia Medica records that it has hemostatic and analgesic effects, so Jiang Minghao intends to help Xiaosao take off his shoulders. Let's talk about the wound on the upper hand after it is processed.
"what······"
Just when Jiang Minghao pressed the moss to the cut on Xiaosha's shoulder, Xiaosha suddenly yelled and woke up directly from the coma. Jiang Minghao was so scared that Jiang Minghao shivered, slapped Xiaosha's face, and directly He patted and flew out. Jiang Minghao reacted when he saw Xiaosha getting out and struggling to get up. The boy was awakened by the pain of the wound, and he patted his chest and cursed:
"You fucking fucked your grandfather's grandma's grandfather and scared you to death. You fucking scam!"
Chisao stood up slowly, clutching his shoulders, his face was so hot and painful, the five finger prints were clearly visible, and even the whole half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun, which made Jiang Minghao couldn't help but laugh.
"Brother Hao, why are you hitting me?" She slapped her face and said grievously, crying.
"Who gave you the fucking surprise?" Jiang Minghao said irresponsibly, "I was crazy just now. He stabbed me with a knife and kicked me with his feet. Look at me. This hand." Jiang Minghao stretched out his pierced left hand and said.
"Ah? How is it possible? Brother Hao, you know my skill, how could I be your opponent, let alone hurt you." Xiao Sha refused to admit it, as if he didn't remember what just happened.
"Don't you remember?" Jiang Minghao asked suspiciously, with a threatening expression in his eyes, ready to retaliate at any time. He has never suffered such a big loss when he grows up like a fight. This time he It's a disadvantage, but your mother won't admit it after you finish the fight.
"Brother Hao, I really don't remember what happened just now." A grievanced face was dashing, the swollen pig-headed face was like a red ripe apple, it didn't look like a lie.
"Forget it," Jiang Minghao said with a generous look. Anyway, I stab your shoulder, and that slap just avenged the kick, so he asked caringly: "Does the wound still hurt?"
"It hurts!" After hearing Jiang Minghao's care, Xiao Sha couldn't help but burst into tears.
"It doesn't make sense, moss has a miraculous effect on analgesia and hemostasis, how is this possible?" Jiang Minghao moved his injured left hand, with a look of disbelief, he unexpectedly shouted with a crying voice on the side:
"Brother Hao, my face hurts."
"Puff..." Jiang Minghao finally couldn't help but smile. His slap was a bit heavy just now, but there is no way, who knows that Xiaosha has already woken up? If this kid continues to be mad, wouldn't he be over? So he was right in this slap.
"Who made you bite people like a mad dog?" Jiang Minghao said with good reason: "You all want my life. I can't slap you too much, right? Don't pretend to be dead, get up quickly, we have to Find a way to get out."
Regardless of sitting on the ground and being aggrieved and unrestrained, Jiang Minghao got up alone and came to the stone wall with the characters of seal soldiers. When he stretched out his right hand to hold the hilt of the flying knife, he felt A violent anger passed from the hilt to his body, stimulating all the anger suppressed in his heart.
The death of his parents, the rigorous training of his grandfather, the arrogance of those little hooligans, and the defiance of Bao Rui, the director of the Academic Affairs Office, even the situation where Long Zhiwen asked him to run after the military jeep, and he was locked up in confinement. The memory of Shim, like a bullet from a machine gun, protruded from the bottom of his heart, stimulating all the anger in his heart. Jiang Minghao felt that he was full of anger and fighting power. A desire to fight came from his heart. Breeding everywhere, the whole body was filled with killing and cutting air.
Chic saw Jiang Minghao's back to him, but he could clearly see the squirming of the muscles under Jiang Minghao's skin from the cracks in the exposed camouflage uniform, like a giant python, accumulating strength and exuding all over his body. With his breath depressed, he even feels difficult to breathe.
"Brother Hao, what's the matter with you?" asked tentatively, but when Jiang Minghao heard his voice and turned his head, he was scared to sit on the ground straight back, because Jiang Minghao's eyes were like He was about to eat him, with blood-red murderous aura, and even Chi Sha could see a resentment of deep hatred in his eyes, forcing Jiang Minghao to want to swallow any creature in front of him.
"Hao·····Brother Hao···································································· I am chic, don't you remember? Stuttering begging for mercy.
"Chest?"
Jiang Minghao murmured, the sound seemed to be a ghost roar and neigh from hell. He closed his blood-red eyes suddenly, his whole body began to tremble, his hands were tightly clenched, and the knuckles were also pinched. There was a slap, like a broad bean that was constantly exploding in a hot pan, and the injured left hand was also pinched to the point of blood flow.
"what······"
Jiang Minghao suddenly opened his closed eyes, raised his head and roared, like a wounded wolf king, screaming his grief toward the sky. He felt like his trachea was killed by someone. He was stuck, breathing desperately, and his trembling body slowly stabilized as the air entered and exited.
He is adjusting himself, slowly adjusting his inner anger and dissatisfaction. This full of anger is like a fuse, directly detonating Jiang Minghao's combat effectiveness, so he must put out the fuse.
If it weren't for being interested in psychology since he was a child, and possessing a strong ability to control himself, Jiang Minghao believes that he will act in the same crazy manner as Xiaosha, and even kill Xiaosha directly.
"Boom..."
Jiang Minghao seemed to have experienced a desperate struggle. He knelt on the ground exhausted. The sweat on his body almost soaked his clothes. His forehead was also sweaty. He tore off his camouflage military cap and violently. Wiping the sweat from his face, he forcibly supported his tired body and stood up and said:
"I finally know the true meaning of this military strategist."
"Huh?" Seeing Jiang Minghao suddenly speaking, the chic, still in fear, asked with a tentative look: "Are you... Are you Brother Hao?"
"Nonsense, I am your uncle." Jiang Minghao replied speechlessly: "I just raised you as a son. Do you think I am your uncle?"
At this time, Jiang Minghao managed to control his anger and violence, and Xiaosha even doubted him, as if he wanted to ignite the residual anger in his body. Jiang Minghao calmed himself immediately and took a deep breath:
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it was all written on the stone wall. I feel that he can arouse all the resentment and anger in my heart, and make me have the urge to fight to the death. Did you touch it before? The words on the stone wall?"
"Well, I touched it just now, but I don't remember anything after I touched it."
"Well, that's right." Jiang Minghao simply sat on the ground and said: "I think this is the true meaning of a soldier. He can arouse the anger of every soldier. When facing the enemy, he is completely treated as if they were a soldier. With your own unshakable enemy, just imagine what you will do when you face such an enemy?"
"If it's my enemy, Lao Tzu will have to bite him to death even if he bites his teeth." Xiao Sha said.
"Yes, so why Qin can defeat other countries? I believe that it is not only the legalist thinking, but the legalist thinking is just to allow his society and the country to have a better development path, and the real unity war, The strength of the army is the most important thing for those of us who are in the army, so this method of the soldiers is to arouse the anger of the soldiers, so that the Qin army has the combat effectiveness of the demon god, and the enemy is naturally frightened by the wind."
"Brother Hao, can you just keep blowing it? There is no historical basis." Xiaosha retorted directly.
"I'm grass," Jiang Minghao scolded again: "It is terrible to have no culture, do you understand the reasoning? Think about it, does your high school history textbook say that Qin's army will not wear armor again, and even fight naked and The head of the killing soldier is hung around his waist without deep hatred. Would you do it