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"Playing as an eagle all your life, only to be blinded by an eagle pecking you in the end!"
After all, the Luotuo scribe lost too much blood and was exhausted, unable to escape. He raised his hands to hold on to the tree and managed to stay standing.
“It’s really a miscalculation…”
“None of Wu Zhaode’s sons is worried.”
He was breathing heavily, looking down at the blood dripping at his feet. He felt the dizziness coming from his head getting stronger, and his body was shaking. He took several deep breaths in succession, trying to clear his consciousness. This place is very close to Heyin County. As long as he can hold on, he will be 70% to 80% safe. However, this small distance has become a natural chasm at this moment.
Just because the blood flowing out is not the normal color.
The sharp blade that hurt him was quenched with poison!
Just change to ordinary people to run such a long distance, and the blood circulation has long brought the toxins to the body's meridians, and they are alive. He can still hold on until now, all thanks to the strong physique of the literary scholar, and the continuous flow of literary energy to protect his heart from being invaded by toxins.
He tried with all his strength to move his right leg.
His knees weakened and he fell to the ground.
"...I'm afraid I'm going to die here..." The experiences of the past years flashed through the mind of the scribe, all mixed into a bitter smile on his lips. He sat up with difficulty and leaned against the tree trunk, feeling the toxins raging everywhere in his meridians. He murmured, "Mr. Qin, I have repaid you for saving my life back then."
When he thought of Qin Li, he gritted his teeth.
Raise your hand to touch the blood on the ground.
Use your finger as the pen and blood as the ink.
He didn't know the person who was chasing him, but he could guess what force he belonged to. If the message he left behind can reach Qin Gongsu with good luck, the latter will also be alert. He endured the severe pain in his internal organs and managed to write a few words, but the rustling sound of leaves being trampled came to his ears. This movement was definitely caused intentionally by someone here.
The scholar Luo Tuo was slightly shocked.
The pursuers are coming.
His vision was blurred, and he vaguely saw a black shadow approaching.
The opponent raised the weapon in his hand, carefully judged, and determined that the Luotuo scribe Qianlu was at his wits end and had no other means of escape, so he had to cut off the head - the head was easy to pass, and it could also conceal the true identity of the corpse. This was a practical trick that killed two birds with one stone.
The Luotuo scribe could only choose to close his eyes and wait for death.
The expected pain and loss of consciousness did not come.
An arrow shot through the air from the forest.
I didn’t notice it until the arrow was close to me.
The killer's face suddenly became serious.
This is no ordinary feather arrow.
The sound made by ordinary feather arrows piercing the air can be noticed by brave warriors the moment they leave the string, unless they deliberately use cold arrow words to cover up the sound. This feathered arrow itself has no trace of the spirit of speech. In other words, its silence is entirely due to the archery skills of the person who shoots the arrow, rather than other external forces. This feathered arrow did not threaten his life, but it was enough to force him back and separate him from the Luo Tuo scribe. The Luotuo scribes also heard the sound of arrows falling and being buried in the ground.
He suddenly opened his eyes, hope of life welling up in his heart.
"who?"
The killer was forced back several feet.
Judgment that the person in the dark is a good at controlling his breath.
“Go away from other dirty methods like killing people and dumping their bodies. Do you think this is your burial ground?” A rough and loud male voice came from the forest, with a hint of martial intimidation in it. Then, a young man wearing animal skins and holding a bow and arrow came out of the forest... Um, a savage? This man's skin was brown and black, with most of his chest exposed, and a rough hemp rope tied around his waist.
The killer glanced at the savage.
With only minor injuries, should I be able to kill the target in this person's hands? It's a pity that I probably won't be able to take the head back.
However, he had not yet made up his mind to take action.
His ears heard the sound of footsteps stepping on leaves.
A dozen savages also wearing animal skins appeared, and three or four of them were female savages? Everyone looked at him warily.
The savages also looked at him unkindly.
Looking at the aura around you, I'm afraid they are all people who drink blood like hair and blood!
The killer has no choice but to retreat no matter how unwilling he is.
In any case, the target has been poisoned with a poison that is more than ten times the normal lethal dose. Unless Xinglin, a doctor who is proficient in detoxification, intervenes, there will be no way to save his life. In order not to intensify the conflict, the killer raised his hand towards the group of savages and made a harmless gesture, then retreated facing the crowd.
Until he had retreated a few feet, and the savage showed no intention of chasing him and firing arrows, the killer used his spirit of speech to speed up his escape, and suddenly disappeared without a trace. The savages who stayed in place looked at each other, and the savage who came out first curled his lips: "I thought there was something big!"
An arrow was shot, but it missed.
Even came across a murder scene.
The savage strode forward and squatted in front of the Luotuo scribe, testing the latter's pulse. Seeing the color of the other person's blood, he said with a little pity: "You are going to die. Do you have any last words? If you have any last words, say them. If you meet me, I will count you." lucky."
He raised his hand and poured strong martial energy into the scribe's heart.
The injection of martial energy temporarily repels the overwhelming toxin.
Although it can't save his life, it can allow the Luo Tuo scribe to finish his last words alive. Luo Tuo scribe suppressed the severe pain and said in a voice as quiet as a mosquito: "Help me... find an official named Qin Gongsu and tell..."
Before he finished speaking, the savage’s expression suddenly changed.
Following the Luotuo scribe, I felt myself rising into the sky.
He was thrown onto his shoulder.
The savages shouted in my ears: "Hurry, return to camp!"
A group of savages also heard what the Luo Tuo scribe said.
They all followed the savages and ran to one place.
Just after leaving the dense forest, he saw a mountain road. The savage who was holding the Luo Tuo scribe heard a loud whistle, and a handsome war horse turned from virtual to solid, speeding up to catch up with the savage. The savage jumped up into the air and climbed onto the horse's back. His movements were rough but he did not forget to maintain the Luotuo scribe's heart. He said: "Hey, try your best not to die!"
The Luo Tuo scribe was shaken by the violent jolts and rolled his eyes.
— Is this how you can survive by trying your best?
Other savages followed closely.
Just when the Luo Tuo scribe thought his internal organs were about to be vomited out, he saw the outline of a large camp with flags fluttering in the center of his vision. The savage group galloped into the camp on horseback. No one stopped them along the way, and they acted very arrogantly.
The savages ran all the way to the logistics wounded barracks.
Hatch Luo Tuo scribe and dismount.
“Quick, let someone come and see if he can be saved!”
The doctor who heard the commotion came forward to check.
The savage said unceremoniously: "This situation is critical and we can't practice. Let the doctor Xinglin come over and he must be saved!"
After a period of chaos.
Luo Tuo scribe was lying on the hospital bed in the wounded barracks and looking at the tent roof.
The conversation between the savage and the Xinglin doctor came to my ears.
"Where did General Lu dig up such a corpse? Oh, half of the legs were dragged away by the Lord of Hell. You are really making things difficult for me." Doctor Xinglin complained, but his actions were very straightforward. Luotuo scribe was also the first When he came into contact with this group for the first time, he knew he was saved when the other person injected a vitality into his meridians. When the toxins in the meridians come into contact with it, it is like a mouse seeing a cat, being forced to run away with its head in its arms, and retreat continuously.
In the end, there is no way to retreat, and everyone gathers on the right arm.
A doctor went up and cut his arm.
As the poisonous blood flowed out from the wound, the dark right arm slowly returned to its normal color. However, the blood loss was too much, and after the Luo Tuo scribe was rescued, he relaxed his heart and closed his eyes and fell asleep.
When I woke up again, it was already dark.
The scribe Luo Tuo opened his eyes and saw the savage brothers.
He said: "I am an old friend of his."
The savage did not expect that the man he had rescued from the chaos would only give this answer. He was full of displeasure and said, "Are you an old friend of Master Qin? He has many old friends. What can you do with him? It's best to answer honestly. , if you fabricate even half a word, I will make these words of yours become true last words!"
The Luo Tuo scribe looked at the savage with distrust in his eyes.
The barbarian stood up and said: "If you are really an old friend of Master Qin, then you must know a general named Zhao. I will call him. If you still hide it like this, I will twist your head!"
As it turned out, the person who came was not Zhao Feng.
But a scribe who has no impression of the scribes.
The scribe also had a bad look on his face.
The wild man said sarcastically: "General Zhao can't be found at the moment."
He missed Cui Xiao on the path and almost knocked him away. When he came to his senses, he realized it was Cui Xiao. Later, he realized that Cui Xiao was also an old friend of Master Qin, so he pulled him over to make up the numbers. Cui Xiao rubbed his shoulders to suppress the rising fire.
The savage asked: "Do you know him?"
Cui Xiao nodded: "I know you."
Scribe Luo Tuo shook his head: "I have no impression."
Cui Xiao's face turned as dark as ashes, and he spoke from his back teeth: "I'm Cui Shanxiao, don't you know me?"
The Luo Tuo scribe fell into silence.
Judging from the movement of his eyes repeatedly glancing at Cui Xiao's face, he seemed to be trying to match "Cui Shanxiao" with the face in front of him. He was three parts confused, three parts surprised, three parts embarrassed and one dead, trying to regain his respect: "Are you Shanxiao? Why don't you bring a fan today?"
Cui Xiao: “…”
The barbarians also knew what was wrong with Cui Xiao.
He said with relief: "This proves that the military advisor has become more sophisticated."
has also been ignored even more completely.
Cui Xiao took a deep breath and did not argue with the people who had just returned from the Palace of Hell: "How did you end up like this? I heard from General Lu that when he found you, you were almost beheaded."
The scholar Luo Tuo said: "It's hard to describe in one word."
The Savage General gave him a hard look.
However, the Luo Tuo scribe did not hide anything this time: "Wu Xian, the leader of Gao Kingdom, had a pair of legitimate sons, and they both committed suicide not long ago."
Cui Xiao paused: "Did you do it?"
：“I just want to make one.”
It was unethical to kill his only two legitimate sons, and he also sincerely helped the eldest son. No one valued this kid's talent, but he had a good personality and knew how to repay kindness. He was a good master. . Who knows, man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.
Cui Xiao: "Have you been exposed and discovered by Wu Zhaode?"
Scribal Luotuo shook his head: "I'm afraid Wu Zhaode is the most confused in this game, and it's his three sons who are fighting against each other."
Cui Xiao was speechless: "Aren't two young masters fighting?"
Wu Xian has a bit of a "concubine" in his heart. He only wants to pass on the family business to his legitimate son, and the concubine is not considered. Unless Wu Xian and the eldest lady gave birth to three more children, but even if they hurry up and take their time, the third son, the legitimate son, is only five or six years old, so what is there to fight against?
The Luo Tuo scribe's expression was numb, as if he felt embarrassed: "You also know Wu Zhaode's wavering and confused character. Let alone the three sons fighting each other, as long as he continues like this, seven or eight **** will fight against each other. It is speculated that the fisherman will benefit. Yes, he should be Mrs. Mi’s eldest son, Wu Zhaode loves this child very much."
Chui Xiaodao: "It's all confusing."
Luo Tuo scribes thought deeply: "If you don't have the ability to be a sober family man, it's better not to have so many children, as they can easily lead to chaos."
These words were a bit harsh in Cui Xiao's ears.
He felt that he was being connoted.
Cui Xiao: "So, the person who is chasing you is..."
"It should be that young master's subordinates, but it was also written by the Southwest Gods Association. The two are probably in secret."
There are some regulations among the several branches of the Society of Gods.
˜Unless there are special circumstances, we will not interfere in the politics of other countries in the areas under the jurisdiction of other branches. If there is interference, there is only one possibility - the loyal forces of the southwest branch members have the intention to go north!
The further escalation of the conflict is the struggle between branches.
The northwest is Qi Yuanliang’s territory.
How could the members of the Southwest Branch not know this?
Cui Xiao became serious: "Seriously?"
Luo Tuo scribe affirmed: "I have been active in the southwest for a while in my early years, and I have an understanding of the people and accents there, so I can't be wrong. The contradiction between Kanggao and Kanggao has been brought to the fore, and it is difficult to say what the people there are. There was no manipulation or sowing discord.”
Cui Xiaodao: "This news comes in time."
He knows that there are people who fish in troubled waters.
But I didn’t expect that the Southwest Branch would also join.
The Luo Tuo scribe sighed: "Looking at the current situation, several groups of people want to encircle and suppress Shen Jun. It doesn't look optimistic."
Cui Xiao is not worried about this: "Those who have achieved great success in ancient and modern times always have to go through difficulties that ordinary people cannot imagine. The day they break out of the difficulties, it will be the time when the dragon soars to the nine heavens, and it is unstoppable. Have you heard anything about it over there? Are the soldiers and horses from the southwest countries helping Wu Zhaode?"
The scholar Luotuo said: "That's not true. I just speculate that Mrs. Mi's son has the eyes and ears of the Southwest Branch."
Cui Xiao was relieved when he heard this: "We didn't send troops to help, we just sent people to give guidance. The intention was not to help Gao Guo invade Kang State, but more like using Gao Guo's hands to delay Kang Guo's process of gathering the northwest forces." , stalling for time.”
The scribe Luo Tuo also nodded in agreement.
He asked: "What's the chance of winning a battle in Beimo?"
Cui Xiao pointed at himself: "Cui is here, what do you think is the chance of winning a battle in Beimo? Of course it's 10 to 10!"
Scribe Luotuo lost too much blood and needed to rest.
Cui Xiao and the savage didn’t bother him.
The killer did not bring back the head, but he brought back a video.
His Martial Arts Totem is special and can briefly share a certain memory with others. As soon as he returns, he will chase down the Luotuo scribes and kill a group of savages in the process. For some reason, after reading this memory, the leader's expression changed, and his whole body became frighteningly gloomy. After a long time, the oppression slowly dissipated.
“Check the identity of the man in charge.”
“If you are an ordinary person, catch him.”
The killer asked one more question: "If not?"
“Beat to **** and capture.”
It is not easy to investigate a stranger. The killer thought that it would take a lot of effort, but unexpectedly, this savage was not only no ordinary person, but also Lu Jue, a general under Shen Tang's tent. The assignment was handed in the next day.
“This person’s surname is Lu, his given name is Jue, and his given name is Shousheng.”
It is normal for the two countries to collect intelligence from each other. The Gao State has a lot of information about Shen Tang's civil and military affairs, and the information is accompanied by portraits.
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ˆ PS: Today is a sad day.
I went to the barber shop to wash my hair at night. I felt that the small amount of hair on the sideburns was always curled and uneven. When I wore glasses, the two curls of hair would pop out. I simply asked the boss lady to help me shave it off. The result was... Woohoo.
PPS: In order to cover up the loss of my sideburns, I plan to get a medium-to-short hair style for the New Year, which is heartbreaking.
PPPS: It would be a pity that the surname Lu Jue does not play a role in the story of a lieutenant general. However, it would be okay to adopt or give birth to a daughter in the future.