Chapter 32 Cruel
"You..." Luo Ning was shocked. She didn't expect that there would be strangers willing to protect herself with their lives?
Luo Ning's eyes patrolled the battlefield and saw that less than half of his 3,000 soldiers and horses were left, but this half of them rushed around him desperately as if they were crazy, building a line of defense with their own flesh and blood, afraid of hurting themselves by the enemy's cold arrows. Luo Ning's eyes suddenly turned red. At this moment, she suddenly felt that she was so ridiculous. Her life was no longer her own. It was the 3,000 soldiers. From the day she went on the expedition, her life was only connected with these 3,000 people.
Luo Ning suddenly roared, which was full of sadness, happiness and hatred. At this time, there was also a long roar in Yunguo's barracks. A snow-white figure suddenly swept into the battlefield. The man's long sword danced like a broken bamboo. The remaining soldiers of Luo Ning began to congratulate loudly and congratulate Luo Condensed peace. Luo Ning smiled faintly, sighed slightly in his heart, closed his eyes and sat there. However, Luo Ning suddenly opened his eyes and took the lead in rushing to the small encirclement where Fan He was. However, after a while, he took Fan He out. At the same time, another team of people broke out in the barracks and led The head man was Luo Ning's own uncle who rushed to fight with his two sons and less than a hundred guards. The battle lasted from afternoon to night.
Butora Aze is also covered with blood now. Now he even regrets that he should have withdrawn from the battle early. Now his side has withdrawn from the army, but Yunguo's side has no movement at all, and Yunguo's soldiers are still fighting. They can't cut with knives and break their hands, and bite their teeth with their teeth. Now In Betola Azze, it is impossible to distinguish between the soldiers of Yunguo and the soldiers of Western barbarians.
"Bitola Aze, do you still want to continue fighting?" Luo Ning's voice sounded on the battlefield. Now the sun is setting in the west, and it will be dark soon. At that time, even the Western barbarians, who are still standing in the upper hand, will be in a very passive position, and Yunguo has now paid a huge price. At night, they will just die together.
"Withdraw troops!" Betorah Azze was unwilling to give the order, but the living Western barbarians slowly gathered together, while Luo Ning shouted, "Let them go!"
Ximan finally withdrew his troops. Luo Ning looked at the soldiers who had turned into blood, and there were also bursts of blackness in front of him. Three thousand soldiers survived less than 500. These 500 people gathered together to help each other, but none of them fell down.
"back to the camp!" Luo Ning saw that Betora Azze had withdrawn his troops and waved his hand.
"Yes!" Five hundred people shouted and stood neatly behind Luo Ning. Luo Ning's heart was full of indescribable emotions. The sword in his hand seemed to fall to the ground, but it was still tightly in his hand. Luo Ning took the lead in walking to the barracks, followed by General Fan Gao and his three sons, and Dongfang Ming, who came to rescue Luo Ning, followed Luo Ning without saying a word. Qian'er still had a silly expression. Under Fan He's escort, she was not injured much, but Fan He was already scarred.
Five hundred soldiers, endlessly desolate, slowly walked to the barracks without knowing whether it was the body of their comrades-in-arms or the remnants of the enemy.
Luo Ning's war horse has long been dead, step by step, one footprint, one footprint and one blood mark. At sunset, the fire clouds red halfway through the sky, like the blood of soldiers, like immortal sad songs.
The wind is bleak and the water is cold, and the strong man will not return as soon as he goes.
Luo Ning's heart suddenly surged with infinite sadness.
"Supervisory Luo, the marshal asked you to kill the enemy generals, but your task has not been completed!" Li Tong, the general who pressed Luo Ning, suddenly appeared in front of Luo Ning and said strangely.
"What do you mean?" Luo Ning's eyes were murderous and stared at Li Tong fiercely. The sword in his hand was still not returned to its sheath, and it seemed that he immediately flew up without saying a word.
"Cough, cough. This is what the marshal means. Li Tong was so scared that he quickly stepped back a few steps. He didn't expect that the young supervisor had such a great murderous intention, and he immediately became timid, but when he thought that the marshal supported him, he immediately stood a few steps forward.
Marshal? The marshal is nothing!" Luo Ning cursed faintly.
"You..." Li Tong was shocked. He didn't expect Luo Ning to scold the coach in front of the soldiers.
"Hmm!" Luo Ning snorted coldly and walked into the barracks without saying a word.
"Luo Jianjun, don't you want to disobey the marshal's order?" Li Tong pulled out his sword, and the soldiers who followed Li Tong immediately came out of their sheath and followed Li Tong.
"Ha ha!" Luo Ning laughed angrily. Suddenly, the sword in his hand flashed Luo Ning's figure directly behind Li Tong. The knife in his hand was still just an extra sword on his neck.
"You ordered!" Luo Ning bit the words fiercely and said slowly that her face, which had been stained with blood, was even more ferocious.
"Luo Jianjun!" Li Tong was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. Although he saw the tragedy of the 3,000 soldiers facing the enemy, because Luo Ning was always at the front of the enemy's front and the terrain was not high, Li Tong did not see Luo Ning's bloodthirsty.
"You ordered!" Luo Ning's voice suddenly raised and looked at Li Tong fiercely. It seems that he wants to swallow Li Tong alive.
"I, I!" Li Tong swallowed his saliva, and the sword on his neck seemed to exude a cold momentum.
"You, you!" Li Tong was trembling and didn't know what to say.
"Say it, you say it!" Luo Ning's sword pressed down, and the blood dyed the sword red in an hour.
"No, don't kill me!" Li Tong shouted sharply, and his eyes were full of horror. Looking at Luo Ning was like seeing the king of the heelin.
"Forget it!" Suddenly, a man came out beside Luo Ning and gently took Luo Ning's sword with his hand.
"Let's get out of the way!" Luo Ning said coldly that that man was none other than the one he loved and hated in Luo Ning's heart. It's just that Luo Ning has no love in her heart for a long time, and there is only anger in the sky.
"Unless you kill me first!" Dongfang said lightly, as if he didn't care about the sharp edge of the sword at all.
Luo Ning looked at Dongfang Ming in a dazment, suddenly sighed, and directly released the sword. Without looking at them, he walked directly into the barracks.
Dongfang Ming reached out and took the sword, held it in his hand, and choked with the sword in his hand. It turned out that the two swords were actually a pair, a epee together, and separated by two light swords. One sword was opened, which can be said to be the sharp blade of the magic soldiers of this era. If Luo Ning could see that these two swords could be together, I'm afraid there was no grievance in her heart. Unfortunately, Luo Ning did not see it. He has walked into the barracks, and this scene can only be seen by Fan Gao, who has been paying attention to the two of them.
Fan Gao smiled slightly. The children really had a deep friendship with each other, but for some reason, they became a little awkward and became what they are now.
Dong Ming also entered the barracks with the large army, because Luo Ning almost killed Li Tong with a sword, which made the soldiers who followed Li Tong very timid. Although Luo Ning has no weapons in his hands now, who knows if the devil will suddenly go crazy, so all the soldiers are standing there quietly. Watching Luo Ning lead the 500 defeated soldiers into the barracks.
"Luo Jianjun!" Li Tong's head finally recovered. Just as he wanted to continue to perform his duties at the beginning, he suddenly pressed Li Tong's shoulder with a big hand. Li Tong saw Dongfang Ming's solemn expression.
"General Li, if you don't want to die, you'd better shut up. Do you think Mr. Dongfang can save you once and save you a second time?" Fan Gao grinned and laughed, but his eyes could not hide the murderous intention.
"Well, I just want to give the current information to Luo Jianjun!" Li Tong grinned and said with a reason why even a fool would not believe it.
"Ha ha, I knew that General Li was a handsome man." Fan Gao laughed and patted Li Tong on the shoulder. Then he passed Li Tong and quickly followed the pace of the soldiers.
"Marshal, it's not good. Luo Jianjun is coming to the marshal's tent with 500 remnants." The messenger came to repay in a panic.
"What are you waiting for? Supervisor Luo fought hard with 3,000 soldiers with fewer enemies all afternoon, and the generals soon followed the prince to greet him. The prince stood up in a panic. Now he dares not stop Luo Ning outside or take Luo Ning down. Once the military is unstable, the prince also knows that he is likely to die on the battlefield, and Luo Ning's father, Prime Minister Luo, is now eager for the prince to cry directly and mourn, as for a daughter. Prime Minister Luo will feel that the life of the prince is very cost-effective.
"I dare not work hard. I just hope that the prince can invite me to the general doctor and prepare hot water and hot rice, so that the remaining 500 people can have a good rest." Luo Ning said coldly. Luo Ning knew that this was not the time to turn against the prince, especially when the prince came like this. If he immediately turned against the prince now, it was only the 500 soldiers under him who were unlucky.
"Okay, the prince agreed. Come on, prepare hot rice for the warriors immediately, and go and ask the military doctor to treat the brothers!" At this time, the prince did not put on airs, and even his brothers shouted out.
"Thank you very much!" Luo Ning still answered faintly, turned around and left the tent with the remaining 500 soldiers back to the tent where there were 3,000 people.