Chapter 845 General is close to old

The burly whistle and hissing sounded and blood gushed in his arms.

The short blade fell to the ground with his broken arm.

Even though he was tall and big, he obviously could not survive after being injured one after another. The pain stopped and his whole body fell to the ground.

It was not until this time that he and the two whistlemen who were team members but were not as good as him, were so skillful and brave as him.

Seeing the burly whistle falling to the ground, both of them were dissatisfied and ran towards the team beside them without hesitation.

A gambler that does not know how to analyze the strength comparison is not a good gambler.

There are often roaming sentries in the army proudly telling the soldiers of other troops that we are not as good as you, just follow the big guys with swords and guns and rush forward.

Two-on-four undoubtedly have no chance of winning.

But except for the burly men, there are nine people left in these Dali roaming watches. Facing Liu Shifi50 roaming watches, it cannot be said that they have no chance of winning.

After Liu Shiwu rolled up, he chased after him.

The two brothers next to him followed closely.

This made the two Dali whistles run even faster.

The scene became even more chaotic.

There is no sign of swords in the night, but murderous intent will undoubtedly always cover this small area.

This battle lasted for more than ten minutes.

And there are several places in this vast mountain where such encounters are also happening.

Liu Shiwu got up from the ground, cursed and spitted angrily, "His grandma, can you prepare your sword skills? I almost got my head cut off!"

The little calf is not old, but she is not young and has a beard. Hearing Liu Shiwu's words, he scratched his head, "Please pay attention next time, pay attention next time."

Liu Shiwu walked over and slapped the calf on the forehead, "Next time, how many lives can I have to make you die?"

The little calf still laughed, then shouted to the surroundings: "Little Wuzi, the cake seller..."

Someone came out of the darkness.

The fire broker was blown up again.

However, it is impossible for ten people to reunite.

There were ten people in Dali's traveling wards, six were killed and four people fled. There were only six people left in the Dasong Dynasty.

A few minutes later, Liu Shiwu and his men couldn't wait until a brother approached from the darkness, and shook their heads and sighed.

It can't be called too much sadness, because those who do the wandering whistle are in danger. No matter how soft-hearted the soldiers are, they will be as heart-warming as if they have experienced more.

Liu Shiwu said: "Take off all the waist cards of the cake sellers, cut off the heads of the Dali thieves, and prepare to go back! According to the old rules, if they get the heads of the cake sellers, we will take turns to divide the military achievements. This time, you should be the little calf, right?"

The calf nodded, and then several people fumbled to the corpses on the ground with fire pie.

No one said he would do anything for those brothers who fell into battle.

Liu Shiwu's team has a rule. When he is new to join the team, he will always say it tirelessly.

In the team, you do not ask about your brother’s origin, your family affairs, or your names.

Otherwise, the entire team would not have such a strange nickname.

As for the reason, Liu Shiwu said that he was in the army and no one knew when he died. Who had the spare time to take care of his family for others?

Therefore, Liu Shiwu's traveling squad was like duckweed.

Everyone is brother in the team. If they die, then the fate is over.

Xiao Duzi and others also became accustomed to it.

To this day, there are people coming and going in the team. Not to mention the real name that I don’t know, even the nicknames can’t be remembered clearly.

Six bloody heads.

Liu Shiwu killed two people and got two.

There are three other brothers who are lucky and get one with a fatal knife. The calf has also got one with a deadly meritorious service to sell cakes.

Putting these heads on your waist, Liu Shiwu and others took the weapons and returned to the military camp.

And in this vast mountain, there are still some teams just like them. However, some return to Song and some return to the right.

However, the number of people traveling to Da Song is nearly 100, so of course, the Dali traveling to Dali suffered a great loss.

The more than ten traveling teams entering the mountain were completely lost.

It took two hours to return to silence.

Zhang Jue has not yet fallen asleep in the coach's tent.

After all the wandering men returned, their military achievements were reported layer by layer and finally passed to his commander's tent.

Zhang Jue looked at the roster and rubbed his head gently.

Eighty-seven people were killed in Dali's escort, while fifty-nine people were lost in the Song Dynasty.

Using hundreds of roaming sentries to deal with more than ten roaming sentries is obviously not a brilliant result. This made Zhang Jue realize that the Dali Army was not as weak as rumored.

He stared at the map for a while, then he blew out the lights in the tent, then fell on the desk and fell asleep.

In this way, the Dali Army garrison outside the border of Luodian has never intended to make a large-scale attack. It just kept raiding and inquiring with small waves.

Zhang Jue just kept pointing at the wheat whistle.

At the same time, he sent a message to King Guang Zhao Bing, asking Zhao Bing to take the defenders back to Yongzhou. If he attacked Li, the more soldiers would be better. But at this time, it would be less than 20,000 defenders would not be so important.

Zhao Bing did not insist, and after receiving the letter, he immediately rectified the army and returned to Yongzhou.

On this day, the name Liu Shiwu appeared on Zhang Jue's roster.

Liu Shiwu finally couldn't get to the position of centurion.

On the way to keep his watch, he encountered the elite of the Dali roaming team with very good skills. No one survived.

Liu Shiwu was dead, and the calf who had just accumulated enough military merits to become the commander was also dead. Without exception, his head was cut off.

Until death, they did not know the names of their brothers.

No one came back alive to report, but the whole team was not back, so it was considered dead. The wandering sentry was all old soldiers, and no one would think they would escape at the last minute.

War is so cruel.

Dali envoy Zhongsun Guge entered the palace three times.

After Zhao Dongting's words reached Chongqing Prefecture, Li Wangyuan's reply letter once again turned from Lizhou East Road to Changsha.

Zhongsun Guge still met Zhao Dongting outside the Wudingtang Library. Recently, all departments of the Song Dynasty have been on track, and he has been in the Library Library for longer.

As soon as they met, Zhongsun Guge bowed and said, "Emperor of the Song Dynasty, our emperor has agreed to your request."

Zhao Dongting regretted a little, guessing that the price he offered was still too low. But with the mentality of stopping when he saw it, he would not have done anything to go back on his word.

He nodded and said, "Okay, then I will arrange for someone to take over Kuizhou."
Chapter completed!