Infinite Sims

Chapter 93: Cannon fodder camp

   remove one death and two falling horses.

   There are also twenty-three cavalrymen who have reached the acquired realm, both physical and strong, and proficient in cooperation. In such an open area, they should be able to quickly end the battle against a monk fighting alone.

   As the cavalry leader of this cavalry leader, his face was a little gloomy.

  The battle is indeed coming to an end.

   But the winner is not them, but the monk who fights alone.

  In less than half of the incense stick time, most of the people fell down on his side. No one was hit by the monk twice, because he fell down the first time.

   Seeing that there is no possibility of victory, the cavalry commander can't help but feel fear in his heart. Regardless of the consequences of going back without success, he directly rides his horse and flees in the opposite direction.

   As for the group of men...

   called them, it is very likely that he can't even run out.

   And once they let them escape, after reporting the truth to the general, they might decide that they were a crime of ineffective command.

   On the contrary, he went back alone. As long as he made up a few plausible reasons, even if there was a punishment, it was only a small punishment and a big admonishment.

   "Amitabha, since the benefactor is here, why bother to leave?"

   Wuchen flew a great moon cavalry who dared to step forward, looked at the cavalry commander who turned and fled, and attached an innate vitality to Jiang Ren, and then threw Jiang Ren out.

   The black flame stick was spinning in the air, and countless black afterimages appeared, and it flew out hundreds of steps quickly, hitting the cavalry commander's back with a heavy blow.

  噗!

   Suddenly, the cavalry commander leaped into the air from his horse and fell heavily to the ground, vomiting blood and unconscious.

   And the stick of flames also spun back into Wuchen's hands again.

   At this time, the rest of the Great Moon Cavalry who was still on the horse had also been shot down empty-handed.

   As an innate master, he is also a man of great talent and savvy, regardless of whether he has weapons or not, his strength is far surpassed by these great moon cavalrymen.

  哧哧Yo!

   The maroon horse ran up happily, and graciously pushed it clean with his head.

   "Ma donor, thank you just now."

   Wuchen stretched out his hand and stroked the horse's face lightly: "If you weren't running fast, the little monk might not be able to get here in time."

  Malaysia made a cry and seemed very happy.

   "Horse donor?"

   Jiangren felt a little helpless.

   I don't know why, every time I hear this name, I feel a sense of powerlessness.

   After all, I was called a "stick donor", but when I thought that this tool man seemed to be a "donor" in addition to his own teacher, all the way he saw men and women, young and old, were called donors. It seemed, seemed, and seemed to be nothing strange.

   Moreover, this bordeaux horse is very spiritual.

   Two months ago, the Bordeaux Horse was still the mount of a group of bandit leaders, but because of the dust-free encounter, the bandits were subdued, and their horses were released back to the wild.

   But I didn't want this bordeaux horse to seem to be dust-free, so I followed it all the way.

   And Wuchen Although the light work is good, because of the high realm, the light work lasts for a long time, but the short distance is good, and the long distance is really not as convenient for horses, so I left it.

  At this time, the men and women in the motorcade next to Wuchen came to Wuchen.

   "Blackwalker, are you a blackwalker?"

   "Do you still have to ask, this must be the Black Walker hero!"

   "Apart from the Black Walker, is there any other monk who is so handsome and has such a powerful martial arts?"

   "Master Blackwalker, you are our benefactor, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, we are all ready to fight this group of big moon ghosts!"

   words of excitement, excitement, or gratitude are expressed from these people.

   Compared with men's concerns, women's concerns are purer.

   "The gangsters are so handsome, and they are itchy to watch."

   Many women who have been married as mistresses thought in their hearts, while those unmarried girls shyly covered their faces with their sleeves, and couldn't help but quietly peeked out to look towards Wuchen.

   A heart, already secretly promised.

   has even begun to look forward to the future life: Although the black walker is a monk, but since he can be a monk, he can still be a vulgar. If he can still take me from a vulgar, it would be so beautiful.

   It's a pity that they didn't know Wuchen was not interested in the love of men and women.

In the past few months, because of his handsome looks and strong martial arts, he has encountered many overt and secret shows of love. Among them are Xiaojiabiyu, other ladies, and the pitiful and beloved Qing dynasty, but they have failed Shake him half a point.

   "Amitabha."

   Seeing so many people, Wuchen hurriedly recited the name of the Buddha: "The little monk is only a monk, so he shouldn't be called a black man or a hero."

   Hearing what he said, the people around him became even more excited.

   "As expected to be a black man, he is as humble as rumored."

"Think of my **** son, who would show off in front of me for giving alms to beggars. If he weren't in the south now, I would really like to grab his ears and show him what a real hero is.. ...."

   "......"

   Wuchen’s original intention was to prevent these people from taking themselves too high, but it did not expect to cause a counter-effect, and make them feel good about themselves soaring again.

   Those who have a daughter can't wait to promise him their daughter on the spot, and those who have a son can't wait to let their son worship him as a teacher, and those who haven't been married are even more attracted to him.

   Although it is not the first time I have encountered this kind of scene, Wuchen is still a little at a loss.

   refused to give gifts, apprentices, girls and other requests one after another, and expressed his need to be in a hurry, which caused the crowd to disperse.

   But even so, many people still look back at one step and two.

  Especially those young women, there is even more loss that cannot be hidden in their eyes.

   "Pu donor."

   Wuchen looked at Pu Xiangwen to his side and said, "These big moon soldiers will be handled by you."

   As usual, these Otsuki soldiers were seriously wounded and dying, but did not die.

   Pu Xiangwen nodded earnestly: "Master, don't worry, I will cut off the heads of these big moon soldiers, and use their heads and horses in exchange for the money and distribute them to the poor."

   "Pu donor has a heart."

   Wuchen was about to ride on the bay red horse to leave, when he saw a young man with a sword approaching him.

   "Heishimen, Lian Shaofeng."

   Lian Shaofeng arched his hands, looking at him with fiery eyes.

   Dust-free look indifferent: "Gushan Temple, dust-free."

  Although the look in this young man's eyes also made him a little uncomfortable, it was much better than the group of black Yangyang just now.

   Lian Shaofeng asked curiously: "I heard that the master wants to go to Xuemenguan to join the army?"

   "The donor does not need to be polite, just call the monk Wuchen."

   Wuchen corrected his name, and said: "There is a real thing. Now, at the time when the family and the country are alive and dead, even if the ants shake the tree, the little monk wants to give his own strength."

   Lian Shaofeng lowered his head silently when he heard these words.

   Immediately, his breathing became rapid, and even caused a slight tremor in his upper body.

Just when Wuchen thought that he was conspired by those big moon soldiers before, he saw Lian Shaofeng raised his head with excitement, and said feverishly: "Okay, the master said so well, men of my generation should have been So! Master, please take me!"

   "???"

   Wuchen blinked.

  Compared to the dust-free face with doubts, Jiang Ren couldn't help but vomit: Hot-blooded boy, I can't afford it, I really can't afford it...

   Wuchen naturally disagrees with Lian Shaofeng's request.

   But no matter what reason he gave, facing a young man who had been dazzled by the blood, it would have no effect, and in the end he could only let him follow him.

   As for Lian Shaofeng's no problem with a mount, he took away the horse of the great moon cavalry captain.

   Although that horse is not as good as the bay red horse, it is definitely considered good enough to keep up with the bay red horse's speed.

   ten days later.

   Xuemenguan Barracks.

   Wuchen and Lian Shaofeng are heading to the newly assigned team with the ID certificate they just received.

   "Brother Wuchen, how many people do you think we have assigned to Pioneer Battalion 4th Battalion? Will they be able to fight soon? I heard that Pioneer Battalion is very powerful..."

   Lian Shaofeng played with the identity certificate in his hand, and he asked questions one after another, and he couldn't stop excited at all.

   Wuchen smiled and didn't reply.

   After many days of getting along, he has become familiar with Lian Shaofeng's character. Whenever he encounters excitement, even Shaofeng will be like this.

   But what he asked for was not an answer, he just wanted to share this joy with others.

   "Pioneer Camp, if I remember correctly, there should be a more appropriate name-Cannon Fodder Camp."

   Inside the stick of flame, Jiang Ren remembered the records he had seen in the real world.

   But even if it’s a cannon fodder battalion, with Wuchen’s current strength, coupled with his own help, even if it is trapped in the enemy's army ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, there is hope of survival.

   Soon, the two came to their camp.

   Compared with the previous camps, the houses used for living here and the school grounds used for training are all dilapidated and pitted.

   Among the five hundred teams, only less than half of them were seen, and most of them were old, weak, sick and disabled.

   Lian Shaofeng was a little disappointed.

   is dust-free but unaffected, he directly informed the soldiers guarding the door of his intention.

  Not long after, a middle-aged general walked out, looked at the identity certificates of the two carefully, and then turned his eyes to Wuchen: "Gushan Temple is Wuchen?"

   Wuchen nodded: "It's the little monk."

  The middle-aged general asked again: "Blackwalker?"

   Wuchen said indifferently: "The little monk is just a monk, so he shouldn't be called a gangster."

   The middle-aged general snorted and said coldly: "Do you know that this is a battlefield, a battlefield where people will die every moment, and you can't play your chivalrous way?"

"What do you mean……"

   When Lian Shaofeng heard someone daring to say that he admired, he was so angry that he wanted to come forward and argue.

Wuchen reached out his hand to stop him, shook his head, and then said to the middle-aged general: "The little monk never thought about being a knight, he just encountered some injustices and chose to flatten them. As for the problem of death, Life is no more than a few decades, so what's so terrible if life brings death or not?"

"good!"

   The coldness on the middle-aged general's face instantly dissipated, and he smiled and said, "From today, you are very long. As for your soldiers..."

   He looked at the angrily Lian Shaofeng next to him, and then turned his head: "We don't have many manpower, so he will be the only one for the time being, and the rest will be given to you when there are people."

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