Tom Bo never stopped, no matter what the attitude of the soldier on the opposite side, he just kept moving forward.
Finally, several soldiers couldn't see it. After all, this counselor had a good position with the general. If he didn't even listen to him, he was afraid that he would sue him in front of the general.
So they walked out slowly, frowning, shoving and saying: "Everyone said that the market is over there, why are they still walking here? Are they incomprehensible or..."
A word is not finished yet.
A hand has not been extended.
The mouth can no longer speak, and the hands can no longer go out of the body.
Song Meng didn't know when he came from, nor where he was going, but he had to follow Tang Bo, and the soldier was obviously blocking.
It's the way, someone must walk.
If you don't go, the grass will connect the hills.
If someone walks, it must be the way.
If it's not a road, why is there no grass and trees
Song Meng's road is the direction that Tom Bo is heading.
Since it is a road, it must be unobstructed training.
Since someone is blocking it, it must be grass and dead wood, stepping on it, or cutting it off, the choice between the two is not difficult.
The figure of the soldier only swayed in the air, like a black line, instantly smearing between the sky and the earth.
It wasn't until far away that there was a snap, but there was no cry.
Dead, that person must be dead.
Everyone knows that it's so clear, even if you don't see it with your eyes.
"Bold!"
With a roar, all nearby soldiers surrounded him instantly.
The sword soldiers appeared, showing brutality.
A big battle is about to start.
But Tom was calm and continued to move forward.
One step is not slow, one step is not fast, strolling leisurely, in this enemy formation.
It was like his back garden, he was very poor after dinner, walked out, and was at ease.
Bang!
A rushing soldier flew out again, the upper body flew, but the lower body was still there.
Song Meng's face was expressionless, the pole in his hand never landed, fist and kick, guarding Tang Bo's side.
Traveling all the way, the obstacles on the road are more dramatic.
But it was a relaxed journey, a whole body bathed in blood, just like a god of war.
When they walked out of this barracks.
Behind him is a bloody corridor.
From a distance, it looked like a red carpet welcoming triumphant heroes, running through the entire barracks.
Song Meng was panting, he couldn't help but was wounded, a lot of wounds on his body.
The blood ran down from the body, dripping on the ground, dripping dripping.
There are others, and there are also his own.
But Tom didn't even have a drop of blood on his body, as clean as he had just walked into the barracks.
So he turned his head, glanced at the tens of thousands of troops who were hesitating to catch up, and also glanced at Song Meng next to him.
Suddenly grinned and whispered softly: "I'm finally a disciple, and I won't fall into that kid's entrustment."
Song Meng said solemnly: "Thank you, Master."
"No," Tom Bo waved his hand: "Old man, I'm not your master, I'm just an old man who makes noodle soup. I was stuffed with a piece of noodles in my hand. I couldn't help but knead and knead it. A little condiment, a bowl of thick soup, and a little green onion... As the kid Lu Yu said, a bowl of really good noodles is clear and simple to the extreme. Old man, I consciously are still far from that realm. The distance may not be touched in this life, but at last it can be taken out, and when it is placed in front of the guests, a word of appreciation or a simple nod is enough, even if..."
He turned his head again, pointed at the tens of thousands of troops, and whispered softly: "If you have such an expression, it's worth it."
That is fear, fear of being powerful.
Two people, no, or one person, brought a feeling to tens of thousands of people, a kind of fear that no one dared to rush forward even if they had weapons in their hands and robes around them.
Song Meng didn't say anything, just straightened up his waist and shook the shoulders of the pole, then split his mouth, amidst a patch of scarlet, revealing a happy white tooth.
…
On this day, people knew that two strange people had entered Dayu City.
…
There is no agreement.
There is no conspiracy.
Both the Great Jade Kingdom and the Eastern Jin Kingdom began to send more troops around the Great Jade City.
No one started the war ahead of time, and the isolation zone in the middle was as quiet as the eyes of a storm.
Occasionally, a cowherd baby walked by riding a water buffalo, and the flute was fluttering, causing the soldiers on both sides to close their eyes at the same time, quietly enjoying the homesickness from the bottom of my heart.
Who is not the mother’s child, the lover’s support, the child’s sky
A soldier would quietly recall after a meal. When he asked his parents, he smiled softly and said softly: "The memory of my father is a sky within reach. At that time, I was always resisted by him on my shoulders, and I leaned back. Looking at the sky, reaching out to reach the sky, it seems that I can really hug the entire sky in my arms."
He came from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and he knew that he couldn't go back again. The battlefield in front of him is the place to bury himself, just like the brave men who had no name for countless years ago, they will always watch in a foreign country.
Everyone is the most important person in the eyes of some people.
But eventually most of them will die here...
Dayu City, all the legends left from ancient times to the present, only proves one thing to people.
It is a grinding plate for ground meat, and a big mouth of the blood basin of the underworld.
They are gathering, waiting for the arrival of the robe, and then at the same time enter the place of nine deaths.
for what
They don't know, they only know that it is the commander's order.
For the Eastern Jin Dynasty, that was the order of the Great Emperor from the East.
For the Great Jade Kingdom, that was an order from the people behind him and the family behind him.
…
More and more, the battle circle is getting bigger and bigger, and the scale of the camp is getting wider.
at last…
The great jade country Chen has four hundred thousand soldiers and is ready to fight.
The Eastern Jin Dynasty spent 600,000 yuan and regarded death as home.
It's true... It's possible to treat death as home. For them, death may be the only way back home. At the moment of death, the soul returned to his hometown, and turned into a wind that might not be noticed by anyone, gently brushing the sad face of the precious person, trying to wipe away the tears that could not be stopped.
…
at last.
Without any warning, without any suddenness, without any preparation...
The two armies attacked at the same time!
There is no sound of drumming, because the restless drumbeat is in every soldier's heart.
There is no horn to charge, because they have the sharp howls of family and friends in their hearts.
It seems that Tiandi has already prepared the script for them.
Cold wind.
Base soil.
Lonely city.
Fight to death.
Fight in the morning and retreat in the sunset.
In just one day, 50,000 people were killed in the Great Jade Kingdom and the Eastern Jin Kingdom.
The two were all out, but they only got a tie.
But this also means that another 100,000 lives have turned into a torrent of blood, infesting this already cursed land.