The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 601 Soldiers approaching the city

   Apart from the dead soldiers whose bodies were confirmed to have been burnt, the remaining 50,000 rebels, who were seriously injured and comatose by the black-robed man, were as many as 70,000.

  70,000 people were all turned into killing machines overnight, or when the rest of the soldiers were defenseless, the barracks fell into chaos in an instant.

   In the blink of an eye, hundreds of soldiers fell.

   "Tang Ming, wake up, I'm Sun Hao!" Sun Hao clasped Tang Ming's hand tightly and shouted with red eyes.

  Tang Ming's eyes showed a touch of struggle, and in a flash, he directly threw Sun Hao out.

   "Why did this stinky boy become so powerful?" Sun Hao was surprised for a moment. Seeing Tang Ming attacking him again, he didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly rolled to the side to avoid it.

   saw with his own eyes the opponent's fist rubbed his armor and left a deep pit on the ground, Sun Hao's pupils shrank: "Since it's true, are you crazy?"

  Tang Ming, as if he had not heard it before, grabbed him with five fingers and claws again, Sun Hao spat, a carp straightened up, and brushed out his sword around his waist to resist.

   The two fought for dozens of rounds in an instant, and Sun Hao was very surprised.

  Because he was at the same level and on the same team, he often sparred with Tang Ming and knew nothing about his skills, but this time, he clearly felt that the opponent had improved a lot in both strength and speed.

The opponent of    was bare-handed, otherwise he wouldn't be able to last so long.

Bang, Sun Hao was knocked to the ground by a punch. Tang Ming didn't stop at all and attacked him again. Sun Hao gritted his teeth, grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it out. To Tang Ming's throat...

  On the verge of death, an untimely image flashed through his mind, and Sun Hao's sword tip stopped at the last minute...

   This is his companion, his teammate, not a brother of a relative more than a relative, he can't do it!

  Pfft... Sun Hao was sent flying again, and fell heavily onto the collapsed camp behind him. He spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at the man walking towards him step by step, and loosened his grip on the sword.

   It's not that he is too injured to get up, but that he doesn't want to fight.

   Tang Ming's situation was obviously abnormal, he didn't know what he was doing at all.

   But he is different, his consciousness is clear, he still remembers every bit of training, drinking together, joking together, fighting together...

  Sun Hao gave up. He was lying on the blood-stained ground, turning his head to watch his familiar comrade kill the rest of his comrades, his eyes were very wet.

   He closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look any longer. He felt the oncoming palm wind, and instead put down a huge boulder in his heart.

fair enough……

   He is not a fool, not to mention he has witnessed and fought against the black-robed man. At this time, he naturally wants to understand the reason why Tang Ming will become like this. In the end, it is nothing but a life-and-death end...

  bang... The expected blow did not come. He opened his eyes and looked at the figure standing in front of him, a guilty conscience flashed on his face inexplicably.

  Song Jingchen tilted his head and glanced at him, and said lightly, "Tie the person first."

  Sun Hao was startled and glanced at Tang Ming, who was trampled on the ground and couldn't break free. He quickly picked up the sword that had fallen to the side and supported his body to stand up: "Yes."

  He found ropes to tie Tang Ming Wuhua, and the other lieutenants rushed over at this time: "General..."

   "Control people first." Song Jingchen said.

   After receiving the order, several people did not dare to delay, and went to give orders one after another.

   "Master, in case these people have been like this..." Seeing the chaos around him, San Wan felt quite uncomfortable.

  Although he is not familiar with these people, but put himself in the shoes and think about it, if one day other people in mahjong become like this, he will not be able to do it.

   In fact, even if the enemy army broke in, everyone would not panic, but it was the teammates who were familiar with them in the past who attacked them.

  It should be noted that as long as they hesitate a little, they will end up in a doomed situation.

  Song Jingchen said solemnly, "Go and see Brother Xiao first."

   After saying that, he walked directly to Xiao Qirui's tent. Just as he reached the door, a person flew out from inside, and Song Jingchen gave him a hand.

   Seeing who is coming, Xiao Li said anxiously: "Master Guo, go and see my young master..."

   Before he could finish speaking, Song Jingchen had already lifted the curtain and entered the tent.

  Swipe... The sound of the blade breaking through the air sounded, Song Jingchen turned sideways to avoid the oncoming long sword, and clasped Xiao Qirui's wrist with one hand.

   At the same time, he also saw clearly the two soldiers who fell to the ground in the camp.

   Sure enough...

   Xiao Qirui looked at him with scarlet eyes, saying yes, but there was no focus in his eyes, completely ignoring the danger that his right hand holding the sword would be twisted, and his left hand clenched his fist and attacked fiercely.

   Worried that Song Jingchen would kill his young master, Xiao Li hurriedly explained: "My young master is still conscious, he just told me to leave quickly..."

  Song Jingchen hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of his wrist and chose to defend.

  bang, the two fists collided, and he was directly forced to retreat dozens of steps, shock flashed in Song Jingchen's eyes.

   Xiao Qirui had an indifferent face, and came with another sword beheading, wrapped in a strong murderous aura.

  Song Jingchen's eyes sank, and he pulled out his saber to block.

  The difference is that Song Jingchen has always focused on defense. On the other hand, Xiao Qirui made a fatal move and pressed him step by step. If this continues, Song Jingchen will be seriously injured sooner or later.

  Xiao Li and San Wan were in a hurry. They were worried that something would happen to their master. They wanted to help but they couldn't even get close.

   "Didn't you say that General Xiao is still conscious?" Noticing several injuries on Song Jingchen's body, Thirty Thousand asked aloud.

   Xiao Li paused: "Consciousness, yes, consciousness..."

   He ran around the two fighting to the bed and followed in confusion.

  Xiao Li rummaged on the bed for a while, turned the pillows and quilts into a mess, and murmured anxiously: "Where are you going, why are you missing?"

"What are you looking for?"

   "A box, a box for letters." Xiao Li gestured with both hands for the size of the box.

  30,000 people are suspicious and don't understand the use of a box, but just standing here can't solve any problems, so let's help find them together.

   The two rummaged under the bed and couldn't find any boxes. Out of the corner of their eyes, they caught a glimpse of something. Thirty Wan pointed to the middle table and asked, "Is that the one?"

  Xiao Li looked in the direction he pointed: "Yes, yes, it's the box."

  But the two in the middle are fighting fiercely, how do they get close?

  Song Jingchen has been looking for opportunities to control Xiao Qirui, and naturally he did not miss the conversation between the two.

   He glanced at the box in front of him not far from him, stepped on it with one foot, flipped the back of his foot, and kicked it out with another kick.

   Xiao Qirui slashed the box in half with a sword. All the letters inside were scattered and fluttered to the ground...

   Something flashed in his mind, Xiao Qirui paused, a struggle appeared in his eyes.

   The murderous aura around him stagnated, and with a bang, the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

   "Young Master, you're awake." Xiao Li was about to run over with a happy face, but was quickly pulled by Thirty Thousand Eyes.

   "Ah—" Xiao Qirui covered his head in pain and squatted down.

   "Brother Xiao." Song Jingchen called him tentatively.

  Xiao Qirui raised his head sharply, looked at Song Jingchen's injuries with blood-red eyes, then looked at the two soldiers lying on the ground next to him, and suddenly picked up the sword on the ground...

   Guessing what he was going to do, Song Jingchen shrank his pupils and was about to shoot...

   "Don't come here!" Xiao Qirui roared with red eyes, put the sword on his neck, quickly stood up and took a step back.

   He knew that he wouldn't last long. Instead of turning into a killing machine like a black-robed man, he might as well end it on his own while he still has reason.

   "Master, they are not dead, they are just knocked out by you." Xiao Li was about to cry.

   "It's useless." The scarlet in Xiao Qirui's eyes did not fade at all, his face twisted, and he gritted his teeth: "Achen, do you still remember the poison in the Emperor Taishang?"

   His voice was trembling.

  Song Jingchen clenched his hand on the sword.

  Why was the Emperor Taishang dubbed a lunatic? Isn't it because Ji Yunxi poisoned him, and when the poison broke out, his six relatives would kill him if he didn't recognize him? How could he not remember.

   The situation of Xiao Qirui and those soldiers was more than a hundred times more serious.

  Song Jingchen closed his eyes: "Wait, there must be a solution."

   "No, Nanlingguan city gate was broken, but Yan Guangmao only sent the man in black robe in, not in a hurry to attack the city, because he was waiting..."

  Wait, wait for these people to attack, and wait for the Daxia soldiers to kill each other.

   But where did he get the confidence, nothing more than that this poison has no solution.

   To say that it is poison, it is better to say that these living dead cannot be saved.

   He didn't believe that Song Jingchen didn't think of this, he just didn't want to admit it.

  The tent fell into a dead silence.

   "Report-report--" A soldier rushed in, rolling and crawling: "The army of Wu State has attacked."

  Song Jingchen's heart tightened: "Where are you?"

   "It's less than twenty miles away from the city gate."

  Twenty miles, less than two quarters of an hour.

   The noise outside continued, and Yan Guangmao clearly came at the right time.

   "Xiao Li, bring my armor." Xiao Qirui said suddenly.

   "Master?" Xiao Li was shocked.

   Xiao Qirui looked at Song Jingchen firmly: "I'll take those wounded soldiers out to delay the time, and I'll leave the rest to you."

  The soldier who was wounded in his mouth was the one who was slandered tonight.

   "I will end myself before I get out of control." This sentence seems to be telling Song Jingchen, but also telling himself.

  Song Jingchen clenched his fists: "I'll make arrangements."

   After saying that, he turned and walked out of the camp.

   When his lips are cold and his teeth are dying, he cannot tolerate the kindness of his wife.

  …

  In the tent, Xiao Li helped Xiao Qirui put on his armor with trembling hands: "Master, I'll go with you."

   "You follow the prince!"

   Xiao Qirui's forehead burst with blue veins, which shows that he has been enduring, enduring the urge to kill.

   "The subordinate promised that the lady and the young lady will always be by your side, subordinate..."

   "This is an order." Xiao Qirui said sharply.

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   (The text will end this month, well, thank you for the treasure who is still there.)

   (end of this chapter)