Chapter 0205 Near Death

In fact, the assassin's murder was almost in a short moment, but this moment caused the most serious casualties of the Dragon Army since its official establishment. Zhuo Fan and Zhou Tong were seriously injured and had not yet woken up, and more than 20 guards responsible for the defense at that time actually died 18 people. The sky was getting brighter, and the bodies of the long row of veterans placed outside the tent were shocking.

No one slept this night. Zhang Sien, the commander of the first battalion, was red in his eyes and he was deployment to strengthen the defense around him all night. Zhuo Fan trusted himself by leaving his battalion as a guard, but if such a thing happened, how could he be better? Zhao Yinbao, the commander of the artillery battalion, is not much better. His artillery battalion has not yet made contributions, but he is not happy to see the commander and boss being seriously injured by being stabbed. Seeing Zhang Sien running back and forth in the camp has reached a pathological level, he came forward to dissuade him.

"Brother, you, take a break."

"Get out!" Zhang Sien, who has always loved them like a big brother, shouted angrily with blood-red eyes.

"No!" Zhao Yinbao shouted, "Isn't it sad that something happened to the boss? Look at the brothers. If you do this again, something will happen!"

Zhang Sien gasped and looked around. Then he found that the soldiers patrolling around like horse lanterns under his spur were looking at him, and their tired eyes were at a loss.

Zhang Sien trembled, squatted down in pain, clenched his hands tightly into fists, and pounded his head a few times, but was pulled by Zhao Yinbao who rushed up.

Zhao Yinbao roared in a low voice, "Brother, now the highest officer in the army is you and me! What will the soldiers do if we mess up again? What if the enemy attacks, what about the boss!?

Tears rolled down Zhang Sien's eyes and said painfully, "If something happens to the boss, the Dragon Army will be over. It's all my fault. Why, why don't I send more patrols and sentries!"

At this time, after walking out of the camp, the child's grandma who had been paying attention to the two for a long time said tiredly: "Don't blame yourself. That man's martial arts skills are extremely high. Last night, it was useless for you to be as vigilant as you are now. You are not to blame for this."

With that, Xue'er also came out and lowered her head when she heard the words. Tong's grandma continued: "Since the matter has happened, don't think about irrelevant things for the time being. Your mighty general is not dead!" In the end, Grandma Tong used her strength to use her strength. The soldiers running in the camp were cheered when they heard it. They almost thought at the same time that, Grandma Tong is an extremely magical existence in the eyes of everyone. Lord Song Yingxing, who was almost smashed, will not die, and the general will definitely not die. Suddenly, the depressing atmosphere obviously eased a lot, and the soldiers' eyes lit up a glimmer of hope.

Grandma Tong looked at Zhang Si'en and Zhao Yinbao again and said, "You are now the supreme commanders, and it is what you should do to bravely shoulder your responsibilities. From now on, I will not leave Zhuofan's side, and a large number of masters of the Shenyin camp will arrive one after another. You don't have to worry about the general's safety and assassins. Do what you should have done as usual.

After listening to Grandma Tong's words, Zhang Si'en and Zhao Yinbao got up in awe, and Zhang Si'en, who walked out of the dead end, immediately issued military orders. Most of the soldiers who patrolled all night withdrew one after another and took turns to rest. The whole camp gradually became orderly again. Grandma Tong nodded silently and returned to the tent. At this time, only Zhuo Fan and Zhou Tong were left in the tent, and the other surviving guards had successively carried out their main accounts to other tents to recuperate their injuries. Among the survivors, Zhuo Fan and Zhou Tong were the most seriously injured.

The marching with blood as the operating table**, a small pile of shiny sharp objects was piled there, which were all murderous weapons taken from the body of the guard.

Grandma Tong twisted one and looked at it carefully. The sharp middle protrusion at both ends of the weapon was like a strangely enlarged double-headed embroidery needle.

Cher looked at it silently and asked softly, "Master, is it really him?"

Grandma Tong sighed when she heard the words: "Oh, it's him. I didn't expect that he would really practice the sunflower treasure book from the palace. I'm afraid that no one will be his opponent in time." With that, Grandma Tong frowned and supported her in the forbidden land of Tianchi for many years. Her thoughts and vision are very comparable. Zhuo extraordinary life and death have not yet been known, and she has thought of future problems.

Cher was a little scared when she heard the words. Zhuo's extraordinary safety was what she was most concerned about now. She quickly said, "Ah, then will he assassinate again?"

When Grandma Tong heard this, she shook her head and said, "I think you care about chaos. What I'm talking about is the future. Now he is not my opponent. Otherwise, how could Zhuo Fan save his life last night?"

When Xue'er heard the words, she finally made up her mind and said, "Yes, yes, by the way, isn't Sister Huaer also a sunflower treasure book? I must not be afraid of him in the future.

"Not necessarily. A flower is gifted. Although it is a man, it does not have its own palace. After all, there is no break/yang/root, and the future progress may not be as good as that of that villain. Oh, evil, I didn't expect to teach a big disaster myself." Grandma Tong couldn't help but be a little annoyed when she thought of the assassin.

"Well, my brother was not such a person before. How, how did he become like this, so..." Although Xue'er hates it to the bone now, she still can't speak ill of each other.

"There is no good or evil in human beings, which are the causes of future generations, step by step. I am also responsible for Wang Luo's become like this today. At that time, people had to take responsibility for what they did. Sooner or later, Wang Luo will be rewarded. Oh, don't mention this evildoer." Grandma Tong sighed, turned around and bent down to check the injuries of Zhuo Bufan and Zhou Tong.

Zhuo Fan's face was extremely pale, his breathing was shallow and short, his lips were as dry as bran, and the blood stains on his chest seemed to be expanding. It was a shuttle nail that penetrated Zhou Tong and then penetrated his chest.

"Master, extraordinary, will he be extraordinary, will he be..." Until now, Grandma Tong has not said with certainty that Zhuo extraordinary must be fine. Xue'er has been heartbroken and lost her soul.

"I have treated the wound and stitched it. But he lost too much blood. If it were someone else, it would have been long ago... However, thanks to his practice of health care, he has made small achievements, which can persist until now. As for..., it depends on his creation." Grandma Tong still said the same sentence, which seemed to be really uncertain.

Xue'er's eyes turned red again, and she was about to cry. Only when Grandma Tong's words sounded, she finally resisted. Seeing that Grandma Tong went to check Zhou Tong's injury again, she immediately asked, "Thanks to Brother Tong, how is he this time?"

Grandma Tong also said with admiration: "This is the first time I have seen such a tenacious person. At that time, it was unimaginable that he could still stand. His trauma is nothing. The most serious thing is that the heavenly spirit smashes the brain damage. Even if he can save his life, I'm afraid of him..."

At this time, in the quiet tent, an old man and a young man sat quietly, watching the two people fighting with death silently, praying for blessings in their hearts.

Outside the tent, the Shenlong military camp is in good order, but everyone occasionally looks at the main account and prays silently in their hearts.