bantayden Chapter 155
Chapter 155
Fourteenth year of Voling, twenty-nine of July.
The blazing sun hung high in the heart of the sky, and the voice was loud.
In the back garden of the Zhenbei Royal Mansion, Zhao Heng, who was dressed in white silk and dusty, grabbed a handful of fish feed from a clay pot and sprinkled it into the pond.
The thousand-tailed koi compete for food, stirring up layers of emerald waves.
Hurried footsteps come from far and near.
Xiao Chengjing, one of the eight hundred martial arts guards of the royal palace, broke into the backyard, knelt on one knee, and said urgently: “Wang Ye, the army… There was a riot in the barracks!
“Got it.”
Zhao Heng said with a cold face.
About a moment later.
Looking at the man who was still leisurely feeding the fish, Xiao Chengjing was anxious: “Wang Ye, if you don’t go over to stabilize the chaos, General Yan Lin is afraid…”
Zhao Heng said calmly: “The pawns are angry.
“Angry man, you have no reason to talk to him.”
Wait almost half an hour.
Zhao Hengcai placed the clay pot on the stone table.
“Yan Lin should have died, and the anger of the pawns has almost subsided, let’s go.”
……
A corner of the camp of the three armed forces.
Inside the tent, the smell of urine choked.
The young man of the Li family lay on the futon, curled up, and opened a pair of empty and numb eyes without a mind.
On the fifth day of June, the first round of national wars.
Li Ting was trampled to death.
The sternum and ribs are also cracked and how many were stepped on.
The broken bone pierces the heart and into the lung.
Li Ting couldn’t remember how many mouthfuls of blood he coughed up.
I thought it would be a relief.
I never thought that I would be resurrected from the death by Wang Zhi’s sister.
Being able to see the green mountains and green waters, blue sky and white clouds again, the young man’s heart was pleasantly surprised.
June 23, the second round of national war.
Li Ting was stabbed and disemboweled by the enemy of Su Guo.
Bloody intestines drained straight out of the stomach.
Open the knife edge, you can clearly see the internal organs inside.
That day, the boy was crying on the brutal battlefield.
After being resurrected for the second time, Mo said that he fell asleep and dreamed, and Rao closed his eyes slightly, and the incomparably bloody scene would appear uncontrollably in his mind.
Severed limbs, sticky blood, screams of bitter despair, pain of broken bodies, torture waiting for death to come…
All this made the teenager almost have a nervous breakdown.
July 13, the third round of national war.
July 28, the fourth round of the National War.
Then there is the fifth, sixth, seventh…
Die, come back to life.
Keep dying, keep coming back to life.
Today’s teenagers no longer long for life or death.
The teenager does not desire anything.
He has become a walking dead.
In the midst of the crackle, a soldier got up and directly opened the gate in the camp tent to release water.
“Get out!”
Shi Changfang scolded.
The pawn turned a deaf ear.
“Grass!”
With a bang, the steel knife came out of its sheath.
Fang Xiang cut off the pawn’s head with just one sword.
The sprayed blood splashed Li Ting’s body.
“I’ll make you pee!”
Fang Xiang stared at the eyes of the two beasts filled with strands of scarlet blood, slashing one after another, and soon cut the headless corpse of the pawn into a blur of flesh and blood.
No harm, no harm, anyway, it will come back from the dead.
Li Ting got up and staggered out of the tent.
The blazing sun shone on his body, and the young man couldn’t help but feel dizzy.
Not far away, several pawns gathered.
Li Ting saw a person kneeling on his knees and his head slightly lowered.
A burly man with a paper roll of dry cigarette swallowed the clouds, picked up a steel knife, and simply cut off the heads of the kneeling soldiers.
His own brothers lifted the corpses of the separated pawns and threw them into the carriage.
No harm, no harm, anyway, it will come back from the dead.
“Next.”
Another man knelt on the ground.
The big man’s hand rises and falls, his hand rises and falls, and his hand rises and falls.
Cut off one human head after another.
Blood, the ground was soaked in black and red.
These people resisted dying on the battlefield, so they took the initiative to seek death.
After all, the enemies of Suguo will not give them a pain.
“Ugh!”
Heart-rending screams resounded over the barracks.
Li Ting raised his eyes, but saw that on the school field, more than a dozen soldiers tied Yan Lin, the head of General Zhengyin, to a stake and peeling his skin.
The pawn was superb.
The peeled human skin is thin and complete.
Peel from the top of the head, at this time it has been peeled to the chest position.
Pity the famous generals of the generation, at this moment, that head is bloody.
From time to time, some pawns also used bone-removing knives to cut a small piece of flesh from Yan Lin’s bloody face and stuffed it into their mouths to eat it raw.
Because Yan Lin led the eight hundred martial arts guards of the royal palace, he strictly guarded against death, and strictly forbade anyone to be a deserter.
Therefore, the pawns will vent all their anger and hatred on men.
Li Ting found a shady place, slumped on the ground, stared at the clear blue sky, and wandered the world.
Suddenly.
The sound of horses’ hooves.
Dozens of horses trampled out of the billowing yellow smoke and broke into the camp of the three armies, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.
“Wang Ye~”
Li Ting got up.
School grounds.
Zhao Heng on the white horse looked around.
Inside the continuous tents, one pawn after another walked out.
A pair of numb eyes stared coldly at the commander of the three armies, without the slightest awe of the past.
Zhao Heng dismounted and came to Yan Lin.
The poor general who was tied to the stake, due to the massive blood loss, was already angry like a gossamer.
The man opened his two bulging eyes, and his voice was hoarse: “Wang… Wang Ye, please…”
The long sword is unsheathed.
Zhao Heng cut off the man’s head with a sword.
Seeing this, the dozen or so pawns responsible for peeling and eating raw Yan Lin’s meat just smiled sadly.
A look of eagerness.
I actually wanted to tie Zhao Heng and peel him.
“Guys.”
Zhao Heng faced the sea of people like a beast, and said in a deep voice: “The fifth round of national war is the last national war.
“After the war, no matter what the outcome of the battle, I will let the Wang Zhi girl come back to life for the last time and let the soldiers go home.”
I don’t know who asked, “What if you break your word?”
Zhao Heng hugged his fists and bowed, “If I don’t believe what I say, I will ask all the soldiers to divide me up!”
“Zhao Heng, don’t forget what you said today!”
……
In the fourteenth year of Voling, the second day of August.
Wei Guobao Bottle Prefecture, Qingping Town in the Taihang Mountains.
The wind is blowing.
The dark clouds rolled under the vicissitudes, like an upside-down ocean, even if a few mountains were thrown into it, it could not smash the slightest wave.
Thunder rumbles and rolls from one side of the sky to the other.
The western boundary of the town, over the mountains.
Plants and trees in a radius of ten miles were burned, and stones were used as coke.
“Finally… It’s done! ”
Over the top of the mountain, the fierce wind blows Han Baby shorts hunting.
The man holds a knife in one hand.
The two knives are narrow knives, like knives instead of knives, like swords and not swords, and both are black throughout.
However, the wind cut in the left hand was shining with a trace of blood, while the frost in the right hand was shining with a faint black light.
Han Ying raised his arms high.
Gently cross the knives together.
Immediately, the force suddenly came into being.
Zheng~
The sound of the knife is more terrifying than the thunder falling in the sky.
Between the friction of the blade, a long river of Mars streamers splashed out in an instant, draped over the majestic mountain.
“Good!”
Han Ying smiled slightly.
Then he held the left hand of the wind cut, and raised the whole left arm high and back.
Drop the knife at Cangming.
The blood-colored sword qi of the Immortal Weeping God was like a sea of stars soaring up, and it was sent out of the world.
The sea of dark clouds that shaded the sky was cut in the center.
The incision is extremely flat.
The blazing sun shines on the body.
Looking at the clear blue sky sandwiched between two black pieces.
Han Ying laughed loudly, “I forged immortal weapons in the world, and the disciples need to lower their eyebrows when they see me!” Ha ha! ”
Throw it away.
Double knife into the sheath.
One more big hand.
The wind cuts and the frost rushes into the sky.
In the sound of breaking the air, it was like two brilliant meteors, galloping towards the direction of Mount Buzhou.
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PS: It is estimated that it will take two months to slow down.