If you can look down, the entire battlefield will be bright in colors, and the enemies and me will be revealed. The sound of fighting will be accompanied by the shining white light. Either you die or I die.

However, for those who are in it, the sight of them is full of chaos. Sometimes they can’t even tell where they are. If they kill themselves, they will be enemies.

In the chaos, Wu Xuan kept in mind Ning Xiao's words, kept his mind steady, and went forward little by little to go avenge. Compared with the performance of others, he was a little too cautious in his appearance, and even showed a little cowardly.

But after a closer look, he realized his cleverness. After all, he has not had a fatal injury until now, and only his skin is damaged.

"Hey!" Wu Xuan cut down a barbarian soldier with a knife, and his eyes swept somewhere inadvertently, but he was stunned for a moment. Didn't the crazy person warn him Ning Xiao who cherished his life?

Why is it Ning Xiao’s turn to ignore it and want to kill all the enemies in one breath?

Thinking about Ning Xiao’s performance these days, Wu Xuan realized that he had not only lost all his family members, but Ning Xiao also had to endure it until now, and he should have a vent.

The enemy happened to come to the door and gave Ning Xiao a reason to vent his anger. This move could no longer be controlled.

His nose was inexplicably a little sour. Wu Xuan took a deep breath, killed the enemy blocking the way with fierceness, rushed to Ning Xiao, and said, "Brother Ning, let's go together!"

Ning Xiao nodded and handed his back to Wu Xuan. Such trust made Wu Xuan feel a sense of heat in his heart. He held the hilt of the knife tightly and killed the enemy back to back with Ning Xiao.

Before this, Wu Xuan always thought that Ning Xiao was not very happy to get close to him, but never thought that when life and death crises were everywhere, Ning Xiao had no doubts about him.

At this moment, Wu Xuan was happy because he had a brother who could share life and death!

"What did you do? The little male protagonist has so much more favorable to you?" The treacherous minister system emerged and said inexplicably.

"Who told him to be the details control, and I am the best at meeting the needs of details control." Ning Xiao smiled and waved his knife to slash at another enemy.

When you really get to the battlefield, you will understand who is more ruthless in fighting? Any strategy needs to be related to luck. If you want to survive, you only have one word - kill!

Shi Zimeng on the other side had a profound understanding. When she slashed at the barbarian soldiers, her eyes became more and more fierce. She wanted to survive and do everything she could.

After several consecutive days of fighting, both Beicheng, Jiji and Kanluo tribes suffered heavy losses, but the more they were like this, the more they had to be clear. After all, winning the final thing is the bottom line.

On this day, Wu Xuan, who had just eaten a cake, was about to wipe the blood-stained blade, but Ning Xiao stopped him. Ning Xiao signaled him to tie the handle of the knife and his hands together. In this way, no matter how cruel the killing is, he will not worry about the weapon.

Drop.

Wu Xuan did as he did, and then heard Ning Xiao lean into his ear and whisper: "No matter what happens, you have to follow me, remember it."

"Brother Ning, don't worry, I will definitely follow you!" Wu Xuanzheng pointed his head, thinking that Ning Xiao was taking care of him, and was afraid that something would happen to him, and he became more and more grateful in his heart.

What he didn't know was that Ning Xiao was frowning and thinking about the changes on the battlefield.

The offensives between the Jiji tribe and the Kanluo tribe have been significantly weaker in the past two days. Although it was the result of the bravery and fearlessness of the soldiers in the North City, Ning Xiao always felt that it was a fraud.

Based on his years of experience, the plot will definitely change next. In order to avoid the little male protagonist losing his life, he had to be careful.

The treacherous minister system had already discovered the conspiracy between the Jiji tribe and the Kanluo tribe, but he did not tell Ning Xiao what he meant and was preparing to trick the other party.

But looking at this, Ning Xiao didn't seem to have smelled the danger without providing information, otherwise he wouldn't have told Wu Xuan specifically.

The burning of food and grass in Jiji's ministry was actually a strategy. They had long received the news from the detailed works lurking by General Xie Wu, and followed the trend just to reduce the vigilance of the North City.

The Jiji tribe pretended to be angry and attacked Beicheng almost out of control, in fact, in order to cover the Kanluo tribe. After these days of chaos, the chess pieces of the Kanluo tribe almost sneaked into the Beicheng military camp.

Therefore, when the war started again, the Jiji tribe and the Kanluo tribe were defeated by the soldiers of the North City and had no power to resist.

Victory was right in front of us, and the northern city was filled with excitement, but General Xie Wu, who thought he was in charge of the rear and tried his best to dispatch troops, disappeared.

In the evening, the war was temporarily over. The soldiers were so tired that they sat directly on the ground, not willing to move. Ning Xiao and Wu Xuan were back to back, with blood stains everywhere on their bodies, and even their facial features were blurred.

Ning Xiao's ears suddenly moved, stood up quickly, and pulled Wu Xuan to the place where he was putting his meal.

Wu Xuan smiled helplessly, Brother Ning was always so keen in this regard.

After dinner, Ning Xiao and Wu Xuan returned to the large tent where they lived, and did not clean up and lie down in their clothes.

The originally crowded tent is now much looser. Those who unfortunately die on the battlefield may remember their names, and perhaps no one cares from beginning to end.

There were two scars on the big bull's face. He was so sad and angry because of Lao Guo's death, but it was also limited to sad and angry. After all, people cannot be resurrected after all.

When Wu Xuan learned that Lao Guo, who was responsible for resettling him and Ning Xiao on the first day of joining the camp, died, he felt a little sad. Ning Xiao looked at it, reached out to rub Wu Xuan's hair, and comforted him silently.

At night, Ning Xiao, who should have been sleeping well, opened his eyes, pushed Wu Xuan, and asked him to go and get rid of his hands together.

Wu Xuan followed Ning Xiao in a fog, but was stunned when he saw a few figures in the moonlight. His eyebrows and eyes and figure were definitely not from An Guo.

He was shocked. When Wu Xuan was about to shout, Ning Xiao covered his mouth and whispered: "Don't alarm the snake, I'll follow them, you go and call the patrol brothers!"

Wu Xuan nodded, turned around and walked away lightly, but after walking a distance, he ran into a group of people head-on, which made him open his eyes wide.

Ning Xiao followed up without knowing it.

After following for a while, Ning Xiao understood that the barbarians who had sneaked into the Beicheng Military Camp were in the grain warehouse, so he couldn't help but curse, "Damn, why don't you move, and just change my food?"

Thinking of this, Ning Xiao held the hilt tightly and walked silently, like a ghost, snatching away the breath of a barbarian soldier with one knife.

The moment the man fell, he was caught steadily by Ning Xiao, put him aside, took a few quick steps to fill the vacancy of this man.

When he was about to approach the Grain and Grain Depot, a sound came from somewhere, which caused the soldiers guarding the Grain and Grain Depot to shout, and he happened to run into this small group of barbarian soldiers.

"Enemy attack!" The soldier who was leading the way roared, grabbed the hilt of the knife and rushed over. At the same time, Ning Xiao also waved his sword and caught the enemy off guard.

But soon, Ning Xiao found that the Beicheng Military Camp had already responded. Almost the moment the barbarian soldiers were acting, groups of soldiers holding bows and arrows appeared in the quiet tents around him.

"It seems that I'm fine." Ning Xiao closed his knife and silently retreated. The performance of tonight was enough.

A wise man is close to a demon. His current identity is a thirteen-year-old boy. He only needs to show a little alertness. He is too sharp, and it is not a blessing.


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