Chapter 42 Peepable Thought

Xian Barbarian Alliance Camp.

"There are less than 100 people left in the fairy barracks. Why don't we withdraw?" The leader of the Gengma clan finally couldn't help saying to the leader of the Jinggu clan that the leader of Gengma lived with the leader of Jinggu for a period of time when he was a child. The two worshipped and had a good relationship in private.

The leader of the Jinggu clan shook his head: "The subordinates are much more powerful than we thought, and they have no lack of fairy weapons and all kinds of strange weapons in their hands. Our six units have suffered heavy losses in this battle. The city must not be able to be conquered, but we can't withdraw."

The leader of the Gengma clan said urgently, "Since you can't attack, why don't you withdraw?"

"Think about it, after this war, the strength of our six divisions has been greatly reduced, and the leader of Shuangjiang's leadership has also died. There will definitely be a annexation war between the six divisions. My so-called non-che, which is that we can't withdraw clearly, but our two clans will secretly withdraw the elites first and let them kill more soldiers. At that time, when our two clans unite, we can Condeng the four of them in one fell swoop.

After the leader of the Jinggu clan said, the leader of the Gengma clan suddenly realized: "So that's it. You're right. Then we both swear that the Jinggu clan and the Gengma clan will always be brothers. We will form an alliance and annex the other four."

The leader of the Jinggu clan smiled secretly. This oath was made every year, which was useless, but there was still a solemn look on his face, and he clenched his palm tightly with the leader of the Gengma clan.

At the same time, the palms of the other three leaders have just separated.

The fairy barbarians had a retreat and wanted to use the power of Bottlewind City to weaken other tribes. The situation on the field became extremely strange. They saw countless barbarians running under the wall and leaving dozens of bodies on the edge of the range of the wind camp shooters. They dispersed again and again, and the remaining fairy barracks soldiers were Recalled by various ministries, the elites among these elites are reluctant to die.

"Bracks commander, can you see what these barbarians are playing?" Lao Hei stood at the head of the city and asked a big man with blood all over his body and a broken arm.

This broken-armed man was desperately brave Wang Shan. It turned out that after he jumped off the wall with the fairy barbarians in his arms, he was extremely lucky enough not to die. Later, Lao Hei found him and ordered someone to save him with a hanging basket. After making a simple dressing, Wang Shan became the battalion commander of the third battalion again.

"What the hell are these idiots doing?" Wang Shan cursed and said coldly, "Let the brothers take time to take turns to rest. I heard from the city owner that the barbarians can't stand to withdraw their troops. At that time, we will have a chase."

Lao Hei's eyes lit up: "Oh, chasing the barbarians' buttocks? This old man likes it!"

At this time, the earth suddenly came with an amazing vibration. The roaring thunder came from the east. Wang Shan then looked east with the afterglow of the clouds and saw the white fog (actually the dust of landslides) rising in the far away sky, in which there was a faint glow blooming. ( The spirit beast mountain 80 kilometers away is invisible, but the monks who chase each other don't just fight in the mountains)

............

In the bottle wind city.

"Earthquake, earthquake!"

The crowd kneeling outside the sky panicked. Some people began to squeeze and run aimlessly. Some old people fell to the ground and could no longer get up.

Not long ago, the arithmetic teenager in Wentian Room had just walked out of the crowd. He felt the vibration, like being struck by lightning, staring at the east in a daze, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Behind him stood a strong man of 1. 90 meters, like a thick wall protecting him and blocking the flow of people running around him.

"Don't be afraid, please be quiet!"

Suddenly, a girl's beautiful voice sounded. The voice was not loud, but it had extremely strong penetration in the panicked crowd. The flow of people within ten meters near her almost stopped her panic in an instant and turned around and looked at the saint who came out of the Wentian House calmly.

The saint is the popular nickname for the gauze woman in Wentian House, and people have expressed great respect for this seemingly prophetic girl.

"No matter what disaster comes, we must face it quietly. Don't panic and don't hurt our companions. As long as we face difficulties together and calmly, no matter how big the problem is, it can be solved." The girl's voice flowed in the hearts of the people like a clear spring. Everyone felt a powerful force gushing out of their hearts to make them very peaceful. The vibration of the earth and the explosion of the east of the city, everything became floating clouds in the sky.

No.75 (the real code name of the saint Wentianwu in Bottlewind City) was also very flustered, not from the earthquake, but because for the first time she did not know how to describe the unknown future. Whenever something big happened, the arithologist in the organization always told her about her future development and what to do. Tell her how to play a qualified saint in front of the crowd, but this time, even the most outstanding arithmetic in the organization could not calculate the end of the bottle wind city. She could only casually say some simulated words to comfort the rioting masses.

Although she doesn't know why, it is very clear in her mind that as long as she speaks, the people around her will definitely listen, and it will soon achieve the effect she wants. She can often feel what others are thinking, so she can quickly familiarize herself with the big and small information in Bottlewind City, which is collected to the arithologist. After that, we can predict the direction of various things in Bottlewind City.

"Holy daughter, the saint came out. She said that Bottlewind City was fine, and the saint said that Bottlewind City was fine!"

The cheers of the crowd quickly came. Although the saint of Wen Tianwu did not say that Bottlewind City was fine, the people around her quickly conveyed the distorted meaning. Thousands of panicked people in the street calmed down in less than half a minute, and everyone stared at the crowd quietly. The saint of the center.

The arithmetic teenager also came to his senses. He turned his head and saw the confused eyes under the tulle of No. 75. He shook his head and turned around and left. In his calculation, there was no earthquake, just like the bottlewind City blocked the attack of the fairy barbarians. This was another unexpected thing for him, and he could not give No. 75 Provide any help.

Disappointed to see the arithologist leave, 75 sighed inaudiblely, and then said to the crowd, "Residents of Bottlewind City: "Bell Wind City has encountered a serious crisis, but the heroic soldiers are resisting the invasion of foreign enemies. I saw a young team growing up. They will It will become stronger and stronger and become the hope of the whole Asian people. They will protect the people of Bottlewind City from harm, and they will defend it with their lives..."

said slowly on 75, her voice flowed in the crowd like a thin spring, and even the soldiers who came to search the Wentian House stopped and stood quietly in front of her to listen to her teachings. Thousands of people on the whole street stood still.

However, it's just "almost" and there is a figure slowly passing through the crowd. This figure is a little thin and petite, but her pace is very stable. She holds a thick book in her arms (new oil paper, pen and ink can no longer be painted on it, but it is still under control. Only senior students of colleges and universities can take it from the picture. The library lends), gently push away the crowded crowd and slowly cross the street.

No. 75 was stunned. She had never seen anyone who could not be affected by her voice. She couldn't help looking at the figure. It was a beautiful girl with a ceramic-like face, two big watery eyes, slender and well-proportioned figure, revealing a youthful atmosphere all over her body, not enchanting. , is not the so-called national beauty, but it is just comfortable to look at and like it. Even if she is also a woman, she immediately involuntarily falls in love with this girl.

On the 75th, she still wanted to look carefully. She wanted to know what the girl was thinking, but she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her brain.

"Ah-"

With a low scream, No. 75 fell to the ground in pain, white foamed at the corners of his mouth, and the noble image of the saint disappeared.

The girl who was noticed by No. 75 in the crowd was Xiaoyue who came out of the library. She didn't like the believers piled up at the gate of Wentian Religion, but there was only one way to go home, so she had to cross the crowd. Who knew that halfway, she suddenly felt a strange feeling, like a cool breeze penetrating her skin. The skin blew into her head, and her body contracted instinctively, and immediately heard a scream from afar.

The crowd was in chaos.