To be honest, Qiu Cheng and Shen Tang are both gamblers.
The difference is that Shen Tang predicted Qiu Cheng's prediction.
In the battle at the No. 1 Granary in Beishang County, her original intention was to make some profit from Qiu Cheng, to give him some money, to pave the way for the subsequent military campaign, and to give the new recruits a stage to practice. After all, new recruits who don't see blood will always be newbies.
Gong Shuwu just smacked his lips inwardly when he heard this.
There is a reason why Kang Jishou went to the lord. They are both gambling addicts and they only play big.
Don't you think about how much loss you will suffer if you fail? There are many examples of people who try to sharpen a knife with a whetstone but end up breaking it.
Fortunately, Qiu Cheng's actions were almost the same as what his subordinates had rehearsed and speculated, and this guy really put his focus on Bei Shang.
"No need to chase, just clean up and clear the bodies."
Gong Shuwu put away his weapon. He killed the seventh-rank official. The other ninth-rank official was cunning and experienced, so he let the other party escape with his men. He was too lazy to send people to pursue them, not because he didn't want to pursue the victory, but purely because his mission was to hold the fort.
Try to reduce casualties in the camp as much as possible.
Furthermore,
They couldn't escape far.
The lord is watching us eagerly.
If they eat meat, they should also let the lord drink the soup, right
The enemy general gave the signal to retreat, and the soldiers naturally dared not disobey. They reluctantly left many bodies behind and fought and retreated. Seeing that Gong Shuwu did not pursue them, they fled faster, and soon most of them dispersed.
But the battlefield signals outside the camp were not timely.
Lu Ji was still entangled with the enemy.
The bloody bodies of both sides lay on the ground.
Even Lu Ji himself was seriously injured, his breathing was sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, the whole person looked like he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the enemy's blood. The two heavy hammers that were usually as light as feathers, now it was still difficult to swing one of them with both hands to fight the enemy. The enemy's injuries were obviously lighter, and anyone could see that she was at the end of her strength.
Just when Lu Ji was angry that he might die here, reinforcements arrived. A familiar horse battle axe fell from the sky. The axe was five inches wide and the handle was shorter, less than two feet. The man used the axe to block the enemy's powerful attack.
Before Lu Ji could even feel surprised, he saw the other party swung his axe back and chopped off the enemy's head, which had consumed most of his energy...
The movements were as smooth as if they were greased with lard.
Lu Ji: “…!!!”
She stared at the head on the ground with wide eyes.
For a moment, an indescribable emotion surged in her heart - as if she had lost some valuable object, or as if the private money she had carefully saved for many years had disappeared - heartache, reluctance, sadness, all kinds of emotions surged in her heart.
No matter how uncomfortable it is, the enemy still needs to be eliminated.
"Tu Rong!"
Lu Ji shouted for reinforcements.
Seeing that the other party did not wear the armor properly on the battlefield, and was sent away with half of the armor, she was even more angry. She dragged her seriously injured body and barely stood up with the help of the heavy hammer. Her pale lips trembled uncontrollably: "You cut off his head?"
Tu Rong was also covered in blood.
But judging from his facial expression, he is probably an enemy.
Hearing Lu Ji calling him, he put the axe on his shoulder and said sincerely, "My junior sister ordered me to kill someone and chop off their head for insurance."
The "junior sister" that Tu Rong mentioned was naturally Lin Feng.
However, Lin Feng did not go out on the battlefield this time because of the special nature of her scholarly ways. She was busy with the autumn harvest somewhere else.
Lu Ji pointed at the head on the ground with its eyes open, anxiously wanting to stamp his feet: "But, but his head should..."
Tu Rong looked at her, waiting for what to come.
Lu Ji was choked by the look and didn't know what to say.
Tu Rong was the first to react. They were all warriors, and the age difference was not too big. They had some common interests, such as their obsession with "human heads". He scratched his helmet and said, "It is reasonable that his head is mine too..."
Although he was Lu Ji's opponent, Lu Ji was not as strong as him, which was an objective fact. Although he jumped out to take advantage of the situation and got a kill, he also saved Lu Ji's life, which offset the two. He decisively chose to change the subject: "Oh, the enemy just retreated. It's still safe now. Do you want to go back to the camp to treat your injuries first? If you bleed too much, you will easily die..."
Lu Ji could only mourn the lost head in his heart.
He said with a pale face: "This is just a small wound. You won't die."
Tu Rong really thought that the injury was not serious.
The doctor came to check and found that Lu Ji was seriously injured. Three ribs were broken, the upper arm of his left hand and the shin bone of his right leg were twisted, and there were 21 wounds of various sizes and depths. Lu Ji retreated to the camp as if nothing had happened.
Zhao Wei, who was in the same tent, had a great time killing people tonight.
Firstly, she was facing ordinary enemies, and secondly, she used cleverness to defeat force, which was highly efficient and she was adept in melee combat.
He was shocked to see Lu Ji's appearance.
He breathed a sigh of relief, then teased, "You're not dead yet?"
Lu Ji said with a dark face: "My father fought to the death in Luxia County, and was injured ten or twenty times more than this, and he dragged the last enemy to death... What's my fault? I'm still far from death, and I guess the King of Hell doesn't want to take me away. Damn it, I've lost a lot this time!"
For those who are in the military, a kill is equal to military merit, and she was far from the core battlefield this time, and after a hard fight, she only got a few kills and was covered in wounds. The only precious head was also taken away by Tu Rong.
Zhao Wei wiped his precious weapon.
He opened his mouth and blew a breath towards the tip of the gun, then continued wiping.
"You're a girl after all, be more elegant."
Lu Ji asked back: "Then should I say hello to his aunt?"
Zhao Wei: "... Just pretend I didn't say anything."
Lu Ji was lying flat and unable to move, but he could move his mouth.
"You're not very refined. You often talk in your sleep and curse Xu Wenshi from head to toe. I learned everything from you. If someone didn't know, they would think you two have a blood feud."
Zhao Wei: “…”
There was a reason why she greeted Xu Quan even in her dream.
Since she condensed her martial courage more than a year ago, Xu Quan has not treated her as an ordinary person, but has used the rough methods he used to treat martial courage warriors. Zhao Wei can still remember how big the martial arts training ground is, because that is the data she measured by herself.
Every word spoken in a dream carries some personal grudge.
"Ahem!"
Xu Quan sneezed.
I raised my hand and rubbed the tip of my nose to suppress the itch.
"Caught a cold?"
Liao Jia put his hands in his sleeves, holding a hot water bottle. To be honest, the days of waiting for the enemy to fall into the trap were difficult, and he could only chat with his colleagues to pass the time.
Xu Quan: "No, it's probably because my cousin missed me."
Liao Jia knew it as soon as he heard it.
"Oh, he was still scolding you in the middle of the night."
Xu Quan waved his hand: "That's not the case."
Liao Jia just raised an eyebrow at this.
The autumn harvest was around the Mid-Autumn Festival, so Xu Quan naturally prepared a bunch of "surprises" for his cousin and sent them to him in advance. In my opinion, a normal person would not be able to think of such a gift without a few years of cerebral thrombosis. It would be a miracle if Xu Jie liked it.
Xu Quan changed the subject.
"Why haven't the enemy arrived yet? Could it be that something went wrong with Commander Gongshu, and the camp was raided?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liao Jia patted him on the shoulder.
He raised his hand and pointed: "Here it comes!"