The knife fell with his hands, and the head rolled on the ground.

Chen Tang Cow drinks a large bowl of cold water and still can't extinguish the fire in his heart.

She would not be angry if these people surrendered to attack the three armies and encircled them from beginning to end. She was always more shameless than anyone else, who could act better, and pretended to surrender and then turned the table back. She was one of the "playing ways" and was within the rules.

Chen Tang was seriously injured because of this, and her skills were not as good as others.

This time it's different.

This group of logistics is mainly wounded barracks, clothing battalions and even Le camps. In addition, there are a large number of civilians. The overall combat power can be imagined. Even if the soldiers of each battalion have practices on weekdays, the soldiers who lick blood from the front line are still weak. Chen Tang can't stand it! She didn't want to capture or harness the generals who rebeled, so she dragged it down and killed it directly. After drinking several bowls of cold water, she barely pressed the flames of her throat: "How much is the loss tonight?"

"There are not much casualties, but a lot of people scattered in chaos."

The wounded barracks, who had just taken a breath, are about to make a roundabout way again.

Gu De carefully observed Chen Tang's expression.

He spoke carefully: "That group of civilians..."

It's a drag.

The guards on the logistics side are already limited, and they have to spend their energy to take care of them, so they are inevitably struggling. If they are abandoned, the losses will be smaller tonight. However, he also knew that the lord refused.

Gu De changed the subject: "...I have sent someone to find him."

"Well, I ordered my rest for half an hour before leaving."

She was worried about letting Gong Xiqiu take charge of the main force of the three armies. She was not worried about this guy's ability to command the commander. She was simply worried that he would let himself go without a rope on his neck. His fighting style was comparable to a wild dog out of the cage. Chen Tang was afraid that he would run slower and could only eat his exhaust.

At this time, a general scratched his head: "If the enemy came up with a plan, we just left, and another group of them appeared?"

Chen Tang said angrily: "Why do you think he is a gourd baby?"

Do you want to save grandpa one by one?

Come here with a determined desire to die, how can you keep a backup plan?

These elites are really their last trump card.

When the woman saw the medical team with a crutch, it was dark and the smoke on the battlefield had not dissipated. The air was still filled with the lingering smell of burnt and blood. She almost staggered to the medical team, and cried in a worried look on the other party.

"Why are you crying? Are you still alive?"

It is a blessing to survive a war.

The medical team ordered the cleaning up the nearby mess, and the injured barracks had many new faces. The woman followed the medical team with a cane and was busy. She was pretty good. The wounded barracks had insufficient staff, so she helped to do the final sewing, trying to hypnotize her sewing cloth instead of human flesh. The sewing was too carefully and a young young man teased: "The woman couldn't bear to remove the two stitches. Look at the fine stitches, even the tattoos were just right, unlike last time she had a pair of snake eyes and snake scales..."

“Who made your tattoo so complicated?”

"That's right, it's good if someone cuts you a wound. Do you want to have a flower in the way? Who will you show it to?"

The soldier smiled and said, "Show me your wife."

"When did you have a wife?"

After saying that, the air was quiet for several breaths.

The two doctors took turns to "stroke" the wounded soldiers' faces.

Two snaps, the sound was particularly crisp.

The doctor who had slapped his hand shook his hand and turned his head to look at the woman, his eyes as if he was saying that you had broken your legs or not your broken hands.

"Why don't you fight?"

The woman stumbled and said, "This is all hurt."

"Hmph, it doesn't affect your mouth if you are injured. You need to be beaten."

The wounded soldier covered his face and cursed at the other doctor: "It's okay if she beats her, why are you a man joining in the fun?"

"It's all slaps, what's the difference between whoever hits?"

"It's different. Sister's fragrance comes first before the slap."

For a moment, laughter diluted the heavy atmosphere in the camp.

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Chapter completed!