Chapter 13 Be a Master
Finally, he arrived at the front-line barracks. Erhu handed over the military orders and documents and returned. Qin Mo was placed in the Seventh Battalion of the Dead of the Great Qin Dynasty.
There is no scene that Qin Mo imagined here. Qin Mo feels that everything here is completely different from what he encountered at the Yanmen Pass. Qin Mo does not know what it is.
Qin Mo returned to his personal tent and brought an iron armor and iron sword by the way, which seemed to be specially arranged by the above. Qin Mo didn't ask, as long as he could go to the battlefield to hone.
Qin Mo sat down cross-legged and thought about it carefully.
"Tomorrow is going to go to the battlefield. The battlefield is dangerous. Even if you have extraordinary strength, you should not be able to float many waves on the battlefield where tens of millions of people are killed. I should practice my own blood-killing magic more. It is the only thing I hope to control at present. Secondly, I will see if I can have the opportunity to communicate with the mysterious iron. Finally, the induced qi psychic also has to continue to practice, and it is also good to lay more foundation. By the way, there is also the yin qi and purple magic flame in the body, but--" Thinking of this, Qin Mo also frowned.
"It's just that the yin qi obtained in the blood forest has no reaction at all now. It has no effect except for the death and the magic blood refining of blood essence. There is also a small purple magic flame. It is estimated that the grade is not enough. It can't even compete with magic blood and yinqi for the position of Dantian. I dare not sink into Dantian and is wandering around in my body. What a headache. This yin qi can't be controlled. The purple magic flame can't command without its strength. The mysterious iron block can save lives, but it can't communicate. It seems that at present, we can only practice blood killing magic first.
Qin Mo made up his mind, and then began to attract the spirit of heaven and earth into Dantian.
The night is deep, and the barracks are silent. Everyone has fallen asleep. No one will know what will happen tomorrow, but at least what everyone knows is that if you don't sleep now, you can sleep longer after tomorrow.
How can it be said that there is no clothes? In the same robe with my son. Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Enmity with your son!
How can it be said that there is no clothes? Tongze with his son. Wang Yuxing, repair my spear halberd. Work together with your son!
How can it be said that there is no clothes? The same with the son. Wang Yuxing, cultivate my armored soldiers. Together with your son!
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The loud Qin song sounded in the Qin army camp in the early morning. There are only a lot of troops on the desolate land. Countless spears pointed straight to the sky like a forest, and the spirit of killing rushed straight to the sky, and then fell on the infinite desolate desert.
"Dai Qin Xiongwei! Let's go!"
The whole cavalry corps, infantry phalanx, and death camp all silently drove forward. The silence of the Great Qin army at this moment is terrible, and there is only a sound of the army marching in this historical sky - kill!
It's finally going to be on the station! Qin Mo sighed, and this will be the starting point for his future.
The Qin-Hungarian battlefield! Tens of millions of creatures fought to their heart's content on this desolate desert, flying everywhere, life disappeared in the blink of an eye, and a pair of fresh eyes lost their pupils.
Qin Mo pulled out the military sword that had just pierced the throat of a Hungarian barbarian, and his three-meter body was temporarily empty. Turning his head to look at this land, the bloody limbs all over the sky, the cry before the death of life, the moaning after danger, everything quietly reflected in Qin Mo's eyes. At this moment, on this desolate land, life seemed so weak.
A Qin soldier hugged a Hungarian barbarian before his death and rushed to the broken spear that was obliquely inserted on the ground; a Qin soldier with broken legs clamped a Hungarian barbarian with his hand. Even if the machete entered the body, he did not lose any strength until his companion's iron spear pierced the enemy's body. The weak life is infinitely great at this moment.
Who is guarding the billionaire territory of Daqin and Kyushu? Who are the billions of people guarding the boundless territory? It should be them. According to the previous life, they are all a group of "loveliest people".
It's just that on the beautiful mountains and rivers behind you, are there countless eyes waiting quietly for these returning figures?
"Hey! I don't know if anyone else has it, at least--" Qin Mo threw away the iron sword in his hand. "At least, no one will wait for my return again."
Where is the destination of my soul in the hundreds of millions of places in the Qin Dynasty?
"Kill into the devil! Kill! Kill! Kill it!" Qin Mo's eyes turned red in an instant and rushed forward.
The palm knife enters the body and absorbs...
The palm knife enters the body and absorbs...
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In this borderless field of the war between tens of millions of people, there was no blood in the corner where Qin Mo was, and he drowned in this endless battlefield.
On the boundless killing field, more and more killing spirit affects everyone on both sides of the war. Everyone is fighting, cruel and bloodthirsty. This is a bloody killing scene. No one who gets into it can not be affected by it.
"Wow--" Qin Mo exhaled rudely. At least he had absorbed 500 people. This endless blood has almost supported Qin Mo. Explosion, the blood killing magic is not infinite, but Qin Mo can't take care of it now.
"Kill into the devil! Kill! Kill! Kill it!"
"Kill!" Kill it!" ......
In the face of Qin Mo, no one of the Hungarian barbarians was afraid, and no one retreated. On this fierce battlefield, everyone forgot their fear, and everyone became a killing god.
In this evil spirit that affects everyone, all Qin Mo's reason has long faded, and the only thing left is forgetful fighting. The blood in Qin Mo's eyes is getting darker and darker, and this blood color has gradually condensed.
"Ding--" At this time, a sound of gold running through the boundless battlefield suddenly sounded, and all the evil spirits that permeated the battlefield dissipated in an instant.
Everyone on both sides of the battlefield woke up, silently cleaned up their own results, and silently turned back.
Qin Mo woke up. Even if the blood in his eyes condensed again, under the golden sound that could reach the soul, there was no madness to persist.
Qin Mo also walked to the barracks silently, and his heart was full of endless doubts, "This war, this battlefield?"
"Wow--" When all the infantry withdrew from the battlefield, a huge drum sound resounded through the world. Qin Mo was attracted by the huge sound of drums and turned around, but saw that Qin Mo and other infantry had just fought on the battlefield. One black and one white, two completely different colors are slowly moving towards the center of the battlefield.
The Great Qin Dynasty is still black, and the Xiong Man Chongbai. This is the battle between two million cavalry corps.
Black and white moved forward slowly, and the speed gradually increased, getting closer and closer to the speed. The earth was trembling, and all the sounds were drowned out by the sound of cavalry sprinting. Everyone who had survived before turned their eyes to the central battlefield that was about to collide.
Both veterans and new recruits who have just survived are paying attention to this upcoming shocking collision.
"I hope that this time, the Daqin Blood Cavalry can win. We have lost three games in a row!"
Hearing such words, Qin Mo quickly turned his head and looked at the sound, but he didn't know when there was a middle-aged man with a Daqin saber next to him. The silent middle-aged man frowned and seemed to be worried about the Daqin blood cavalry.
It seemed that he felt that Qin Mo was looking at him. The middle-aged man nodded to Qin Mo, "Xiao Zhan!"
"Qin Mo!"
After exchanging names, the middle-aged man looked back at the battlefield.
"Bang!" A loud and earth-shaking sound shook the whole desolate land. At this moment, the sky and the earth changed color and the sun was shining without light. The black and white armies have been intertwined, and they can't see the details clearly from afar. Only the cruel and tragic feelings have surged into everyone's hearts.
Gradually, white is inserted into the black center, and it has almost pierced through the black...
"Oh, the Daqin Blood Cavalry lost again!" Xiao Zhan's man sighed, "Let's go, brother. There's nothing to see. It's over soon."
Qin Mo was stunned when he heard the words. It turned out that he was greeting himself. "This..." Qin Mo thought for a moment and followed this man named Xiao Zhan. "Look at his appearance, he should be a veteran for a long time. Maybe he can answer some of the questions in my heart."
"Ding--" The sound of gold resounded through the world again. The decisive battle of the cavalry was much more rapid than that of the soldiers. Although it was won or lost in a moment, it was even more tragic.
As the previous Xiao Zhan said, the Daqin cavalry lost the battle.
The middle-aged man named Xiao Zhan also belongs to the dead camp. Xiao Zhan, who has been fighting for the rest of his life, also has a camp of his own. Qin Mo is not polite and entered the account with Xiao Zhan.
"Brother Qin, sit casually. I will practice first and just have a little understanding on the battlefield." Xiao Zhan did not have a trace of pretentiousness, and directly put Qin Moxian aside.
Qin Mo didn't think so. They all climbed out of the pile of dead people. They didn't pay so much attention to etiquette. It happened that he also had to condense the magic blood.
The two men meditated and practiced quietly in this tent.
The almost massive amount of blood essence almost made Qin Mo unsistful. He didn't feel much when he was on the battlefield, but now he feels uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
Qin Mo slowly condensed the massive essence of blood. In Dantian, the magic blood is slowly growing and slowly condensing. A bloody murderous atmosphere without external temptation slowly filled Qin Mo's whole heart and then spread all over his body.
The purple magic flame that was wandering around Qin Mo's whole body now has no place to escape. It seems that the next moment, the blood killing spirit all over Qin Mo's whole body is going to devour it.
Powerful and bloodthirsty, this is all the feeling in Qin Mo's heart at this time. Qin Mo only felt that something was breaking out, and Qin Mo could not control himself more and more.