Back Off, Let Me Come

Gong Shuwu is not in good condition at the moment.

It seems that his face is expressionless and murderous, but his eyes are dull and suspicious of life—has he really fled for nearly half a year, instead of squatting in the deep mountains and old forests for decades? Why can't he suddenly understand the current trend of scribes?

Are you so wild?

Although there are tens of thousands of literary and martial language spirits in the world, and everyone's language habits are different, it can be said that there are thousands of people with thousands of faces, but the language spirit has been developed for two hundred years, and countless predecessors have concluded through their own experiences and explorations that it is practical and practical. routine.

These experience routines are the basic required courses.

For example, "Ten Basics of Literary Scholars" and the like, their popular translations are-"XX articles that scribes must master, mind, speech and spirit", "Teach you to quickly control your Wenxin/Wudan", "Lingling, from "Beginner to Master", "Tips of Cultivation"...

A hundred flowers bloom with all kinds of experiences, but they remain true to their roots.

At least the Wenxin literati that Gong Shuwu has come into contact with are either defensive-oriented, or both offensive and defensive, or inclined to attack... But no matter which one they are, they basically focus on the brave warrior as the core of combat and self-protection as the auxiliary,【 Mingzhe protects himself】Must give it!

so--

Chu Wuhui, where is his [Mingzhe to protect oneself]? ? ?

If [Mingzhe protects oneself] is not given, then [Be prepared for danger in times of peace] and [Qutu Migration], which have protective effects, will do the trick!

The results of it? ? ?

As soon as Mr. Chu came up, he said "Sink into fire and bring about your own destruction"! The sword's edge points directly at the enemy's base camp, and he has no part in it!

Wen Qi is like two giant dragons with a length of seven to eight feet and black and white scales, entangled and roaring, slamming into the enemy's base camp as if dying, each dragon scale carries a frightening sinister aura.

"Is there a second one?"

Zhai Huan's eyelids trembled fiercely.

Just based on the size and power of the two literary dragons, he knew that secretly the scribe was also a tough nut to crack.

Which force is behind this batch of tax money?

Dare you spend such a large amount of money?

Before he could make a move, the black martial energy like burning flames attacked him head-on. It turned out that Zhai Le transformed into martial armor and held the bow string with four fingers until the full moon. After a slight trembling buzz, the arrow pierced the sky. The long dragon didn't even cry out, it shattered into pieces and scattered.

Zhai Le was surprised: "So fragile?"

When Zhai Huan saw that the prose energy was falling like goose feathers and heavy snow instead of disappearing completely, his heart tightened and he took action without thinking.

"The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields!"

After the words fell, a slightly transparent black and white dome rose up from the camp, with countless text-like patterns hovering above it.

It will take at least three breaths to completely close the dome.

Zhai Huanzheng was grateful for his timely response and swift action. Most of the "snowflakes" should... Before this thought fully surfaced, "snowflakes" touched the dome and rippled in circles.

The trend of falling is not reduced at all!

Zhai Huan: "..."

The soldiers were swept away by the strong wind, and their sleepiness had long since disappeared. They hurriedly picked up their weapons and prepared to meet the enemy in small groups. They wanted to form a military formation, but there was no room to do so. The temporary camp was occupied by tax vehicles.

It is not easy for the soldiers to gather together, let alone to prepare for the enemy. Yang Duwei was angry, annoyed and hated, he didn't expect the thief to be so bold, even the tax and bank team he was in charge of escorting dared to strike, and immediately used his martial energy to transform into a martial armor.

He raised his gun and mounted his horse, shouting angrily: "Don't panic!"

This man's voice was like thunder, spreading throughout the corners of the camp. The soldiers instantly had a backbone, but they did not know that the real danger was approaching.

"Snowflakes" fall on shoulders, hair, skin...

It melts at the touch and penetrates into the human body.

Strong depression passes through the gaps in the soul and spreads to the limbs and bones, causing fear, cowardice, fear of death, hesitation, mania...

In extreme fear, they see mountains of corpses and seas of blood, or blood relatives die tragically, and even those with insufficient character will kill themselves with a knife.

Screams were heard one after another, and the camp was completely in chaos.

The soldiers were as frightened as headless flies.

After a few breaths, the situation was completely out of control.

Gong Shuwu: "..."

Suddenly I felt like he was a fake martial artist.

But after all, he is a battlefield veteran with rich combat experience, and his inner thoughts are endless, but they do not affect the movements of his hands at all. With one shot of the long bow, all the arrows coming towards them were shot down.

Chu Yao's expression remained calm: "The position has been exposed."

He saw Zhai Le's archery skills for the first time on the battlefield.

This son lives up to Goro's high praise. Even from such a long distance, he can target the enemy's vital points and block the retreat path with just his perception.

It's a pity that no matter how good it is, it doesn't come from your own home.

Gong Shuwu: "..."

Suddenly I don't know how to respond.

There was so much movement just now, so the enemy didn't notice their position, which is why there was a problem. At this moment, he wanted to slap his horse and charge forward, but Chu Yao's actions made him somewhat panicked.

Chu Yao seemed to see the fleeting hesitation in his heart.

"I wish you good luck in martial arts!"

Gong Shuwu: "..."

Thank God!

Chu Yao used his actions to prove that he received an orthodox literary education. Even though Wen Xin has been deposed for many years, his solid basic skills and profound knowledge have kept him from becoming jerky in his moves, and his speaking skills are still strong.

Except for a few insiders, who would believe that this scribe, who is decisive in his actions and free in speech, had a very long and dark life in the trough, and today is the first time he has shown his literary mind after many years?

A ten-foot-long three-edged sword appeared in Captain Yang's hand.

The handle of the knife is seven feet long, the wrist is thick, and it weighs eighty-eight pounds!

He slammed the long knife to the ground, and the end of the handle sank three inches deep into the cracked stone, with spider web-like cracks extending around it. The majestic and murderous aura invisible to the naked eye scattered and agitated in all directions.

The soldiers trembled.

Some of them woke up, but there were still some soldiers who were depressed, with fear on their faces, and wanted to throw away their armor. If there are cracks on the ground at this time, they probably have to line up to fill the cracks.

Yang Duwei was so angry that he immediately beheaded a man.

"Those who retreat will be killed immediately!"

After working hard, he barely suppressed the commotion and stabilized the morale of the army.

However, this is only temporary.

The mountain roads were difficult and the environment was harsh. The soldiers had to drive for a whole day in the rain. Not only were they physically exhausted, but they were also mentally exhausted. Even if you want to kill the enemy, I am afraid that the objective conditions will not allow it.

Zhai Huan, who resisted several sneak attacks one after another: "..."

He almost laughed in anger.

Now is the time to hesitate?

Don’t you know what it means to have a rapidly changing battlefield?

The general hesitated for a moment, and the lives of countless soldiers were delayed! At this time, it is time to make a decisive decision, or ignore those soldiers who are physically weak and mentally depressed, and directly turn their troops into soldiers, try to stabilize their positions before the main force of the enemy appears, and form a defense.

Or turn into armor and let the soldiers go into battle!

You should always choose the same thing.

He actually didn't choose any of them.

Zhai Huandeng felt as if he had fucked a dog.

Fortunately, my cousin is reliable, and directly sacrificed the Wudan Tiger Talisman.

The black beam of light seems to be piercing through the moon, forcefully breaking through the "snowflakes" that have not completely fallen on the path, rising to the height of the dome barrier, turning into little ink blobs.

A total of three hundred and fifty shots were fired at the nearest soldiers.

The ink dots turned into simple rattan armor, wrapped around the vital points, followed by weapons in the hands, or spears or shields or bows and arrows...

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It should have been modified.

PS: It’s outrageous, the last few paragraphs of martial energy rushing to the moon, running through the moon, and then the comma, violently rushing away...It was also harmonized even after the comma, how so...