Chapter 1069

Chapter 1069

2014-12-19

(ps: This chapter is nearly 5,000 words, well, it was originally more than 5,000 words, but it was shortened by the civet cat I deleted some and made it into a chapter, and it is also the combined chapter of the second and third! Huh... I finally finished writing...)

The little nun is very brave, but with her thin wooden stick, it is natural Can't stop anything. What's supposed to happen will still happen...but let's take our eyes off here for a moment and look elsewhere.

Soon, half a month has passed since Tang En disappeared. For some things, it's time for a periodic summary report...

Titus Capital City, Royal Court Hospital.

Just by looking at the name, you can know the meaning of this address. In the world, this may not be the best healing place, but it is definitely the most luxurious Holy Land.

It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the building, no matter how luxurious the bedding, no matter how advanced the stove is, it can't dissipate the icy cold that envelopes the place. On that luxurious hospital bed, the figure of the thin old man, the old face is still as pale as paper, trembling from time to time as if in an ice cellar, like a weak flame in the cold wind and rain, going out soon...

Who Can you imagine that this lanky old man, who is dying, who is about to end his life, is really the Sword God Woodin who has been through the continent for hundreds of years and has never been invincible under the sword?

This time is a sword!

Never stingy to draw scars on every creature, even if he is an ordinary old man in the mountains, even if he is shaking the old illuminating the new powerhouse, without exception...

"Master...you will be fine, you will definitely be cured! Wang Ting has ordered to find famous doctors from all over the world, there must be a way... By the way, Your Majesty also wrote to the Pope of the Temple himself. They will immediately I'll send someone over..."

"Okay. I don't know the hypocrisy of those gangsters yet. When they come...don't tell me what I look like now. There's nothing I can do. It's just They have a way to treat me, and they can't wait to drag me to death..." Compared with Haita, who was full of panic and chaos in front of the hospital bed, Woodin's expression was much calmer and his tone was flat, as if he was not talking about himself.

But this is basically the truth. Woodin is most aware of his own physical condition, birth, aging, sickness and death, which is natural. As long as it is human, it cannot be avoided. Even without the battle on the river, he would not have much time to live. Not to mention that he is suffering from both sides with Bamutu...

The fuel is running out, which is the most accurate description of Woodin's current physical condition. In such injuries, the medical manpower is already powerless. In fact, if it wasn't for the Woodin cultivation base defying the sky and suppressing the outbreak of injuries in the body, the body would have been cold long ago... Of course, if he lived to a realm like him, he would have no fear of life and death. No, I haven't forgotten to demean the Light God Temple, which has always been invisible...

But Haita was not so open to it, and when she heard the words, she immediately shouted excitedly: "They dare—"

"Okay, okay," Woodin interrupted again with a wave of his hand. looked towards Winslyn, who bowed his hands and bowed his head after coming here, and asked calmly. "The chase didn't succeed?"

Winslyn lowered his head even more ashamed and whispered, "It's about to succeed... Nabamutu should also be looking for Tang En, and has been around the Rhineau River recently. Stay away. After more than ten days of siege, we saw that we were about to completely drag him to death, but suddenly he disappeared..."

"That is the critical point, and I have to give up and escape." Lightly nodded, Woodin didn't look surprised, and sighed, "It seems that wild beast also has the advantages of wild beast... North Desolate Tribe sacrifice cultivation method, although there are countless disadvantages, but it is very powerful in improving the external physique, but The praise is desirable."

Winslyn couldn't help nodding hearing this, and her expression couldn't be concealed. Chase down this time. Even if they can't use their real power, their temporary siege team composed of experts can't break the defense of the opponent's terrifying body like a devil beast. p>

"What about Tang En? Bamutu didn't find it, and you don't have any news?"

"Not at all." Winslyn shook his head, "I used my family and royal court connections. Hang his wanted portrait all over the south of Titus in the shortest possible time, but so far, there is no news."

"Oh..." Woodin sighed, his expression a little complicated, "That's really, a pity It's gone..."

coldly snorted turned his head, Haita icily said: "This traitor! Not only did he collude with the barbarians to fight Titus, but he also brought in Bamutu to make master you... hmph! It's better to die. It's not worth the pity!"

On the other hand, Winslyn, listening to Woodin's strange tone, was slightly stunned: "Master, what do you mean...he's not dead yet? How is that possible?!"

Woodin did not answer directly, but shook his head noncommittally: "Little Tang Martial Dao talent is indeed rare in my life. At the time of the battle on the river, I had a life and death moment with Bamutu..." paused, recalling Tang En make a move fixed the shocking moment of a sword and annihilated the world, pondering for a moment, still shook his head inexplicably, "He changed the situation of the battle, and he should have found his own unique Martial Dao. If he can continue his cultivation without any problems, he will surely surpass everyone and become this man." The new Martial Dao King! So it would be a pity if he died!"

After a pause, he continued, "Of course, he is now Titus' enemy after all. It would be a good thing if he really died. I'm afraid he won't die... It's been more than half a month now, if he successfully escapes from the space turbulence and we can't find him here, then there will be no chance to kill him... So it's a pity!"

"No, No way, his injuries..."

"This is not important. As long as he doesn't die, in terms of his ability to survive, he is much stronger than me and Bamutu. ”

Haita and Winslyn couldn't help but be silent, that's a fact. They have all seen and even tried Tang En's methods. As long as they don't close their eyes, even if he is seriously injured, even if he is in the south of Titus now, they have no confidence to search for each other.

"Okay, don't mention him. You shouldn't pay too much attention to him. The most important thing now is the Titus situation." Woodin looked up towards the two of them and asked, "I remember when I went there. , the military has transferred Legion to the north to suppress it. Now that half a month has passed, how is the battle there? Has the Grey Cloth Armed Force suppressed it?"

Opened his mouth. Haita exchanged glances with Winslyn. All bowed their heads.

This time. It's really silent...

...

...

At this time, on a plain in the northern hinterland, a crucial battle has come to an end.

Covering the mountains and plains The corpses lay down in all kinds of shapes. The unbridled red blood stained the weeds and white flowers, and also stained the deep earth. The cold wind blew by, the broken blade trembled slightly, and sang in a low voice...

The winner is self-evident, because the victor has already started to clean the battlefield. If there is someone who knows a little about military common sense here. You should be able to recognize these by looking at the restrained swords, the standard armor on the corpse, and the large-scale war equipment being dragged to the rear, especially the battle flags on the ground that are constantly being trampled on. The corpses that are being buried collectively in the pits were the regular soldiers of Legion, the main force of Titus stationed in the south, and the Tiger Roaring Legion.

Yes, that's what Woodin said, the Titus army was transferred from the south to suppress the Legion, the main force of the Grey Cloth Armed Force. But judging from the current situation, well, fate is not very good...

"Haha...this battle is certain, all Titus towns within a radius of a hundred miles will be brought under our control!"

"This is Titus' main force, Legion? Haha. It seems that battle strength is also merely this..."

"You're too embarrassed to brag? It's easy to say, you'll be the commander..." "…"

"Where's Miss Lansa?"

"What Miss. It has to be called Marshal Lansa... uh, boss!"

In the frontline command, Seeing that they won a key battle again, the generals and officers of the Grey Cloth Armed Force were very excited, either laughing and complimenting, or boasting without restraint, and the atmosphere was lively and noisy. Even the leader, Joah, walked in from outside the tent, but everyone was unaware.

The officer waved his hand to stop the happy and obsessed officer bowed and apologized, Joah glanced at the quiet venue, and finally looked towards Frey: "Miss Lansa isn't here?"

"I just went out, maybe to observe the battlefield, and a small part of the Titus remnants have not been eliminated... The leader has something to call her? I'll send someone to inform."

"Oh, Nothing..."

Several li outside the tent, Lansa did not observe the battlefield as Frey said, but turned into a small forest in a small mountain in a good mood.

"Ha, Bamutu grandfather, you're finally back..." Looking at Bamutu, who turned out from behind the tree and couldn't hide his dispirited expression, Lansa waved her hand and said hello, and suddenly slammed under her feet. pause. Glancing around Bamutu, it was empty... I realized something, the smile that had just appeared at the corner of my mouth disappeared in an instant, the figure swayed slightly, looked up, the white swaying light, dizziness rushed like a tide...

"...Sorry girl, Tang En is gone..."

...

Lansa didn't know what she heard then and how she got out of the woods from. Staggering and staggering, the soldiers who passed by and greeted him completely turned a blind eye, as if he had never heard of it. In the drowsy mind, there is only one voice that keeps circling and reciprocating...

Tang En is gone...Tang En is gone...

How can it be gone?

You have passed through the North Desolate Tribe, you have stayed in the imperial city, and you have entered the military camp, why are you gone now...

You didn't bring me here Are you here, why are you hiding now...

I didn't promise me...will I come back safely...

Liar...

...

"Ms. Lansa...Ms. Lansa...Lansa?"

From far and near, sometimes clear and sometimes vague bursts of calling came into my ears, Lansa must be in awe , Only then did I realize that I didn't know when, I had returned to the temporary headquarters. Frey and other generals and officers standing in front of him were looking at her worriedly. Turning her head, Joah, who was browsing slightly wrinkle, held her arm with a puzzled look.

He took a breath, and his expression returned to calm: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Miss Lansa, you just..."

watching intently Joah's inexplicable face, paused, Lansa looked away at will: "Sorry, I just thought about the tactical arrangement, so..." shrugged, casually, took it over. I promised you, this is a secret that belongs to both of us. I'm not like you, I'm not a liar. So, I will continue to help you keep this a secret...

Lansa has always been indifferent except for commanding operations, and Frey and the others are used to it, "Oh, it's fine. By the way, the leader just said I want to find you..."

Lansa turned her head again after hearing this, looked at Joah suspiciously, and asked directly: "Is something wrong?"

subconsciously shook his head: "Nothing important... ..." Actually what Joah wanted to ask. That is, about Tang En's news. Nobody is a fool. Not even Joah. Although the first attempt was deceived by Lansa's superb acting skills, it is impossible to say that there is no doubt. Now Tang En has been out for more than a month and hasn't returned for a long time. Joah feels more and more that there is a problem here, and has been testing Lansa a lot lately...

"That's right, I have something to ask you." Suddenly thinking of something, Lansa, who was about to turn away, suddenly stopped, turned his head, asked calmly. "My current status is the military commander, right?"

"Of course."

"Then, as the military commander, it's not too much to give some orders about the war, right? "

"...what the hell are you trying to say?" Joah asked in alarm, frowning.

Lansa didn't answer, looked towards Frey, and then asked, "After this battle, how many prisoners of war did our army capture from the enemy?"

"Uh...the exact number is still unknown. I haven't had time to count, probably...about 3,000. If the encirclement is still put up a desperate struggle, there should be more..." Although there is some unfathomable mystery, Freello thought about it. The approximate figures are still given.

Nodding, "Okay. The soldiers are very fast. In the next few days, we have to take over all the towns within a hundred miles before the Titus reinforcements arrive. So I ordered..."

p>

After a pause, he spoke expressionlessly, "Kill all the prisoners on the spot and move forward lightly."

"Huh?!"

"All...all Kill?"

"Doing this... um, it's not good..."

Despite Lansa's foreshadowing, everyone was subconsciously prepared. But when I really heard Lansa's great generosity intention, there was still an uproar in the field, and the sound of gasping for breath came and went one after another.

If the two armies face each other on the battlefield, no matter how many enemies they kill, no one will say anything. Instead, it's a reflection of personal ability, and it's rewarded with compliments. But killing people after the war is still a captive who has surrendered, or three thousand people alive...

At this moment, even the generals and officers who are used to seeing blood and rain, look at the cheerful Lansa in front of them. , there was also a hint of fear in his eyes unconsciously.

This Fuck, you can't just look at the appearance...

"I don't agree!" Joah frowned instantly and vetoed, "The murder is unknown. And once it spreads, the people will What do you think of the Grey Cloth Armed Force? Do you still dare to support us?"

"Then let them go and return some more weapons. Then just make up a reason for rebellion and kill...how about it?"

"What's the difference between you doing this and just killing it—"

"I'm the commander-in-chief! This is not a suggestion—it's an order! An order!" Lansa roared violently. The sudden eruption without any sign instantly made the field silent.

Not frightened, but shocked. All the generals and officers of the Grey Cloth Armed Force, including Joah and Frey, have ever seen Lansa, who is usually arrogant and cold, and calm and calm in wartime, have such strong emotional fluctuations since the beginning of contact?

"Phew...sorry, lost self-control." After the outbreak, Lansa instantly realized the emotional problem, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, looked at Dedgy Joah and chuckled, "My That's what it means, it won't change. Of course, you're the leader of the Grey Cloth Armed Force, you're the biggest... That's it, I'm tired, I'll go to rest first."

Bow slightly, saluted, and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he stopped and didn't reply, "General Frey, please take charge of cleaning the battlefield and cleaning up the army. After one hour, the army will set off and attack!"

The words ended, Leaving subconsciously to salute everyone, just left.

...I don't believe you would die so easily, I'll be here waiting for you to come back! But before you come back, I will take revenge for you when you die!

......

For a moment, "Chief..." came back to his senses, Frey looked at Joah hesitantly, took the lead to break the silence, and waited for a decision.

Of course it wasn't a decision to clean up the battlefield and purge the army. It was the bloody decision to kill the three thousand captives!

"I've never been here before, you guys—" Joah pursed his lips as Lansa disappeared, and turned to leave as well, "It's up to you."

Joah chose After leaving, there will be no senior Grey Cloth Armed Force civilians on the field, only this group of real War General officers. And soldiers, of course, must obey the orders of their superiors. In this way, the so-called self-seeking meaning is self-evident...

"Yes." Frei subconsciously licked his lips, revealing a bit of bloodthirsty and ferocious, "Skinny monkey, give you a quarter of an hour, find some close-mouthed brothers to come and gather. Everyone goes... After finishing the work, I invite everyone to drink!"

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