"Hoo——"
"Playing with an eagle all my life, and finally being pecked out by an eagle!"
After all, the Luo Tuo scribe lost too much blood, was exhausted, and couldn't escape. He raised his hand to hold on to the tree. Just barely able to stay standing.
"It's really a miscalculation..."
"None of Wu Zhaode's sons are worried."
He was breathing heavily, looking down at the blood dripping at his feet. He felt the dizziness coming from his head getting stronger, and his figure was shaking. He took several deep breaths in succession, trying to clear his consciousness. This place is very close to Heyin County. As long as he can hold on, he will be 70% to 80% safe. However, this small distance has become a natural chasm at this moment.
Just because the blood flowing out is not the normal color.
The sharp blade that hurt him was poisoned!
If it were an ordinary person running such a long distance, the circulation of Qi and blood would have brought toxins to the meridians of the body, and he would have died. He can still hold on until now, all thanks to the strong physique of the literary scholar, and the continuous flow of literary energy to protect his heart from being invaded by toxins.
He tried with all his strength to move his right leg.
His knees weakened and he fell to the ground.
"...I'm afraid I'm going to die here..." The experiences of the past years flashed through the mind of the scholar Luo Tuo, all mixed into a bitter smile on his lips. He sat up with difficulty and leaned against the tree trunk. Feeling the poison raging everywhere in his meridians, he murmured in his heart, "Master Qin, I have repaid you for saving my life back then."
When he thought of Qin Li, he gritted his teeth.
Raise your hand to touch the blood on the ground.
Use your finger as the pen and blood as the ink.
He didn't know the person who was chasing him, but he could guess what force he belonged to. If the message he left behind can reach Qin Gongsu with good luck, the latter will also be alert. He endured the severe pain in his internal organs and managed to write a few words, but the rustling sound of leaves being trampled could be heard in his ears. This movement was definitely caused intentionally by someone here.
The Luo Tuo scribe was slightly shocked.
The pursuer is here.
His vision was blurred, and he vaguely saw a black shadow approaching.
The other party raised the weapon in his hand and made a careful judgment. He determined that the Luo Tuo scribe Qian Donkey had no other means of escape and had no other means of escape, so he decided to cut off the head - the head was easy to cross and could also conceal the true identity of the corpse. This was a practical trick that killed two birds with one stone. .
The Luotuo scribe could only choose to close his eyes and wait for death.
The expected pain and loss of consciousness did not come.
A feather arrow shot through the sky from the forest.
I didn’t notice it until the arrow came close.
The killer's face suddenly became serious.
This is no ordinary feather arrow.
The sound of an ordinary feathered arrow piercing the air can be noticed by a brave warrior the moment it leaves the string, unless the cold arrow spirit is deliberately used to cover up the sound. This feathered arrow itself has no trace of the spirit of speech. In other words, its silence is entirely due to the archery skills of the person who shoots the arrow, rather than other external forces. This feathered arrow did not threaten his life, but it was enough to force him back and separate him from the Luo Tuo scribe. The Luotuo scribes also heard the sound of arrows falling and being buried in the ground.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and the hope of life surged in his heart.
“Who is it?”
The killer was forced back several feet.
It is judged that the person in the dark is a good at controlling his aura.
"Go away and do this dirty trick of killing people and dumping their bodies somewhere else. Do you think this is your burial ground?" A rough and loud male voice came from the forest, with a hint of martial intimidation in it. Then, a young man wearing animal skins and holding a bow and arrow came out of the forest... Um, a savage? This man's skin was brown and black, with most of his chest exposed, and a rough hemp rope tied around his waist.
The killer glanced at the savage.
With only minor injuries, I should be able to take the target's life from this person's hands? It's a pity that I probably won't be able to take the head back.
However, he had not yet made up his mind to take action.
The tip of his ears heard the sound of footsteps stepping on leaves.
A dozen savages also wearing animal skins appeared, and three or four of them were female savages? Everyone looked at him warily.
The savages also looked at him unkindly.
Looking at the momentum around them, I am afraid they are all people who drink blood like hair and blood!
The killer can only retreat no matter how unwilling he is.
Anyway, the target has been poisoned with a poison that is more than ten times the normal lethal dose. Unless Xinglin, a doctor who is proficient in detoxification, intervenes, there will be no way to save his life. In order not to intensify the conflict, the killer raised his hand towards the group of savages and made a harmless gesture, then retreated facing the crowd.
After retreating several feet, the savages showed no intention of chasing him and shooting arrows. The killer then used his spirit of speech to speed up his escape, and suddenly disappeared without a trace. The savages who stayed in place looked at each other, and the savage who came out first curled his lips: "I thought there was something big!"
An arrow shot came, but it failed.
We also came across a murder scene.
The savage strode forward and squatted in front of the Luo Tuo scribe, testing the latter's pulse. Seeing the color of the other person's blood, he said with a little pity: "You are going to die. Do you have any last words? If you have any last words, say them. , you are lucky to meet me.”
He raised his hand and poured strong martial energy into the scribe's heart.
The injection of martial energy temporarily repels the overwhelming toxin.
Although it cannot save lives, it can allow the Luo Tuo scribe to finish his last words alive. Luo Tuo scribe suppressed the severe pain and said in a voice as quiet as a mosquito: "Help me... find an official named Qin Gongsu and tell..."
Before he finished speaking, the savage's expression suddenly changed.
Following the Luotuo scribe, I felt myself rising into the sky.
He was thrown onto his shoulder.
The savages shouted in their ears: "Quickly, return to camp!"
A group of savages also heard the words of the Luotuo scribe.
They followed the savages and ran to one place.
Just after leaving the dense forest, I saw a mountain road. The savage who was holding the Luotuo scribe heard a loud whistle, and a handsome war horse turned from virtual to solid, speeding up to catch up with the savage. The savage jumped into the air and climbed onto the horse's back. His movements were rough but he did not forget to maintain the heart of the scribe Luo Tuo. He said: "Hey, try your best not to die!"
The Luotuo scribe was so shaken by the violent jolt that he almost rolled his eyes.
The strength of the barbarians is not weak, and their martial horses are also extraordinary. They sprinted with all their strength without the weight of the horse armor. The oncoming strong wind hit the Luo Tuo scribe's ears so hard that his eardrums were noisy - what does it mean to strive for success? Don't die? Is this how you can survive by trying your best?
Other savages followed closely.
Just when the Luo Tuo scribe thought his internal organs were about to be vomited out, he saw the outline of a large camp with flags fluttering in the center of his sight. The savage group galloped into the camp on horseback. No one stopped them along the way, and they acted very arrogantly.
The savage ran all the way to the logistics wounded soldier camp.
He grabbed the Luo Tuo scribe and dismounted.
"Quick, let someone come and see if he can be saved!"
The doctor who heard the noise came forward to check.
The savage said unceremoniously: "This situation is critical and we can't practice. Let the doctor Xinglin come over and be sure to save his life!"
After a period of war and chaos.
The Luotuo scribe was lying on the hospital bed in the wounded barracks and looking at the tent ceiling.
The conversation between the savage and the Xinglin doctor came to my ears.
"Where did General Lu find such a corpse? Haha, half of the legs were dragged away by the Lord of Hell. You are really making things difficult for me." Medical doctor Xinglin complained, but his actions were very straightforward. , Luo Tuo scribe was also the first to come into contact with this group. When the other party poured a vitality into his meridians, he knew that he was saved. When the toxins in the meridians come into contact with it, it is like a mouse seeing a cat, being forced to run away with its head in one's arms, and then retreat in defeat.
In the end, there is no way to retreat, and everyone gathers on the right arm.
A doctor went up and made a cut on his arm.
As the poisonous blood flowed out from the wound, the dark right arm slowly returned to its normal color. However, the blood loss was too much, and after the Luo Tuo scribe was rescued, he relaxed his heart strings and closed his eyes and fell asleep.
When I woke up again, it was already dark.
The Luo Tuo scribe opened his eyes and saw the savage brothers.
At this time, the savage changed out of his funny animal skin costume and put on a neat outfit, looking a bit majestic. The savage immediately noticed that he was awake, and while he sent someone to call the doctor, he asked sternly: "Who are you, and what is your relationship with Master Qin?" The scribe knew that Master Qin was Qin Li.
He said: "I am an old friend of his."
The savage did not expect that the person he rescued from the chaos would only give this answer. He was full of displeasure and said, "Are you an old friend of Master Qin? He You have so many old friends, what do you have to do with him? It’s best to answer honestly. If you make up even a single word, I will make these words your last words!”
Scribe Luotuo looked at the savage! Eyes of distrust.
The savage stood up: "If you are really an old friend of Master Qin, then you must know a general named Zhao. I will call him. If you still hide it like this, I will twist your head!"
As a result, the person who came was not Zhao Feng.
Rather, he was a scribe who had no impression of the scribes.
The scribe also had a bit of a bad look on his face.
The savage said: "General Zhao can't be found at the moment."
He missed Cui Xiao on the path and almost knocked him away. When he came back to his senses, he realized It was Cui Xiao. Later, he realized that Cui Xiao was also an old friend of Master Qin, so he pulled him over to join in the conversation. Cui Xiao rubbed his shoulders to suppress the rising fire.
The savage asked: "Do you know each other?"
Cui Xiao nodded: "I know you."
Scribe Luotuo shook his head: "I have no impression."
Cui Xiao's face turned as dark as pot ash, and he squeezed out a sentence from his back molars: "I'm Cui Shanxiao, don't you know me?"
The scholar Luo Tuo fell into silence.
Judging from the movement of his eyes repeatedly glancing at Cui Xiao's face, he seemed to be trying hard to match "Cui Shanxiao" with the face in front of him. He was three parts confused, three parts suddenly aware, and three parts embarrassed. Death, trying to regain respect: "Are you a good filial piety? Why don't you bring a fan today?"
Cui Xiao: "..."
The savages also know Cui Xiao's problem.
He said with relief: "This proves that the military advisor has become more sophisticated."
He was also ignored more completely.
Cui Xiao took a deep breath and did not argue with the people who had just returned from the Palace of Hell: "How did you end up like this? I heard from General Lu that when he found you, you were almost beheaded."
The Luo Tuo scribe said: "It's hard to explain in one sentence."
The Savage General gave him a fierce look.
However, the Luotuo scribe did not hide anything this time: "The king of Gao Kingdom, Wu Xian, had a pair of legitimate sons, and they both committed suicide not long ago."
Cui Xiao paused: "Did you do it?"
Luotuo scribe: "I just want to make one."
It was unreasonable to kill his only two legitimate sons, and he also sincerely helped the eldest son. No one valued this kid's talent, but he had a good personality and knew how to repay kindness. He was a good master. . Who knows, man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.
Cui Xiao: "Have you been exposed and discovered by Wu Zhaode?"
Luo Tuo scribe shook his head: "I'm afraid Wu Zhaode is the most confused in this game, and it is his three sons who are fighting in front of him. "
Cui Xiao was stunned: "Aren't two young masters fighting?"
Wu Xian has a bit of a "concubine" in his heart. He only wants to pass on the family business to his legitimate son, and the concubine is not considered. ranks. Unless Wu Xian and the eldest lady gave birth to three more children, but even if they hurry up and take their time, the third son, the legitimate son, is only five or six years old, so what is there to fight against?
The Luotuo scribe's expression was numb, as if he felt embarrassed: "You also know Wu Zhaode's wavering and confused character. Let alone the three sons fighting each other, as long as he continues like this, seven or eight bastards will fight against each other. It is speculated that the fisherman will benefit. Yes, he should be Mrs. Mi’s eldest son. Wu Zhaode was very interested in this child. I love you very much."
Cui Xiaodao: "It's all stupidity."
The scholar Luo Tuo thought deeply: "If you don't have the ability to be a sober man, it's better not to have so many children. Easy to mess up.”
These words were a bit harsh in Cui Xiao’s ears.
He felt that he was being connoted.
Cui Xiao: "So, the person who is chasing you is..."
"It should be that young master's subordinates, but it is also the work of the Southwest Gods Association. The two are probably in secret."< br>
There are some regulations among the several branches of the Society of Gods.
Unless there are special circumstances, we will not interfere in the politics of other countries in areas under the jurisdiction of other branches. If there is interference, there is only one possibility - the loyal forces of the southwest branch members have the intention to go north!
The further escalation of the conflict is the struggle between branches.
The northwest is Qi Yuanliang's territory.
How could the members of the Southwest Branch not know this?
Cui Xiao became serious: "Seriously?"
Luotuo Scholar affirmed: "I have been active in the southwest for a while in my early years, and I have an understanding of the people and accents there. I can't be wrong. The conflict between Kang and Gao has been brought to light. It’s hard to say that the people there didn’t do anything to stir up discord.”
Cui Xiaodao: “This news came in time.”
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He knew there were people who would fish in troubled waters.
But I didn’t expect that the Southwest Branch would also join.
The Luotuo scribe sighed: "Looking at the current situation, several people want to encircle and suppress Lord Shen. It doesn't look optimistic."
Cui Xiao is not worried about this: "In ancient and modern times, Those who achieve great things always have to overcome difficulties that ordinary people cannot imagine. On that day, it was the time when the dragon soared to the sky and was unstoppable. Have you heard about the soldiers and horses from the southwest countries helping Wu Zhaode? "
Scholar Luotuo said: "That's not true, it's just speculation about Mrs. Mi? That young man has the eyes and ears of the Southwest Branch.”
Cui Xiao felt relieved when he heard this: "We didn't send troops to help, we just sent people to give guidance. The intention was not to help Gao Guo invade Kang Guo, but more like using Gao Guo's hands to delay Kang Guo's process of gathering the northwest forces." , delaying time.”
The Luo Tuo scribe also nodded in agreement.
He asked: "What are the chances of winning a battle in Bei Mo?"
Cui Xiao pointed at himself: "Cui is here, what do you think the chances of winning a battle in Bei Mo are ten?" Cheng Shi!”
Scribe Luo Tuo lost too much blood and needed to rest.
Cui Xiao and Yeren didn't bother him.
The killer did not bring back the head, but he brought back a video.
His valor totem is special and can briefly share a certain memory with others. As soon as he returns, he will chase down the Luotuo scribes and kill a group of savages in the process. For some reason, after reading this memory, the leader's expression changed, and his whole body became frighteningly gloomy. After a long time, the oppression slowly dissipated.
“Check the identity of the man leading the charge.”
“If he is an ordinary person, capture him.”
The killer asked one more question: "If not?"
"Cripple and capture."
It is not easy to investigate strangers. The killer thought it would take a lot of effort, but who expected that this savage was not only He was not an ordinary person, but Lu Jue, a military commander under Shen Tang's tent. He was due on a mission the next day.
"This person's surname is Lu, his given name is Jue, and his given name is Shousheng."
It is normal for the two countries to collect intelligence from each other. Gao Guo has a lot of information about the civil and military affairs of Shen Tang's account. Comes with portrait.
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PS: Today is a sad day.
I went to the barber shop to wash my hair at night. I felt that the small amount of hair on the sideburns was always curled and uneven. When I wore glasses, the two curls of hair would pop out. I simply asked the boss lady to help me shave it off. The result was... Woohoo.
PPS: In order to cover up the loss of my sideburns, I plan to have a medium-to-short hair style in the New Year, which is heartbreaking.
PPPS: It would be a pity that the surname Lu Jue does not play a role in the story of a lieutenant general. However, it would be okay to adopt or give birth to a daughter in the future.