(ps: This chapter is nearly 5,000. Well, it was actually more than 5,000 words, but it was simplified and deleted by the raccoon. It was a chapter, which is also the second and third updates of the merged chapter! Huh... I finally finished writing...)

The little nun has a commendable courage, but her thin wooden stick alone can naturally not stop anything. What should happen will still happen... However, let's take our eyes away from here and turn somewhere else for now.

Soon, half a month has passed since the day Tang En disappeared. It is time for some things to summarize and report on stage...

Brandu City, Wang Ting's Healing Hospital.

Just by looking at this name, you can know the meaning of this address. In the world, this place may not be the best place to treat injuries, but it is definitely the most luxurious place to recuperate.

It’s a pity that no matter how exquisite the building is, how luxurious the bedding, or how advanced the stove is, it cannot dissipate the coldness that envelopes the place. On that luxurious bed, the thin old man, his old face is still pale as paper, trembling from time to time, like a faint flame in the remaining wind and cold rain, about to be extinguished...

Who would have thought of this thin old man who was about to end his life, who was about to end his life. His true identity was Wu Ding, a sword god who had been invincible in the sword for hundreds of years?

This time is a sharp sword!

Never stingy with scratching every creature, even if he is an ordinary wild man in the mountains, even if he is a powerful man who shook the ancient and modern times, without exception...

"Master... You will be fine, you will definitely be cured! Wang Ting has ordered the search for famous doctors from all over the world, there must be a way... By the way, His Majesty also wrote a letter to the Pope of the Temple. They will send someone here soon..."

"Okay. I don't know the hypocritical virtues of those charlatans. When they come... I don't say that I am now. Gods and demons are helpless. Even if they have a way to treat them, they would rather come and drag them to death later..." Compared to the panic in front of the hospital bed and the chaos of Haita, Wu Ding's expression was much calmer and his tone was plain, as if he was not talking about himself.

But this is basically the fact. Wu Ding is the most clear about his physical condition, and birth, old age, sickness and death are natural common sense. As long as he is a human being, he cannot avoid it. Even without a battle on the river, he doesn't have much time to live. Not to mention that he is fighting with Bamutu and both sides are hurt...

The oil was exhausted and the lamp was exhausted. This is the most accurate description of Wu Ding's physical condition now. Such injuries are powerless to restore the situation. In fact, if Wu Ding had not had the cultivation level of absurdity and suppressed the outbreak of injuries in his body, his body would have been cold... Of course, living to his level, he would have been fearless of life and death. Now, I have not forgotten to defame the Temple of Light, which is unaware of the eyes...

But Haita was not so open-minded. He heard this and shouted excitedly: "They dare-"

"Okay, OK." Wu Ding waved his hand again to interrupt. Looking at Wen Silin, who had lowered his hands and lowered his head after coming here, and was silent on his body, he asked calmly. "Is the pursuit successful?"

Wen Silin lowered his head in shame and whispered: "It's about to succeed... Na Bamutu should be looking for Tangen, and has been around the Renou River recently. He has been surrounding him for more than ten days. He was about to drag him to death completely, but suddenly his whereabouts disappeared..."

"That is to reach the critical point and have to give up and escape." Wu Ding nodded slightly, and looked no more surprised, and sighed, "It seems that wild beasts also have the advantages of wild beasts... Although the North Wilderness Tribe's sacrifice and cultivation methods have countless disadvantages, they are extremely powerful in improving their external physique, which is praiseworthy and desirable."

Wen Silin nodded when he heard this, with a look of terrifying expression. After chasing for this period, even if he could not use his true power, the temporary siege team formed by their masters could not break the opponent's defense of the terrifying body like a monster. Instead, he was rushing forward by the opponent and crushed it into great pain...

"What about Tang En? Bamutu was not found, and do you have any news?"

"Not at all." Wensling shook his head, "I used the family and Wang Ting relationship to hang his wanted portraits all over the south of Lannan in the shortest time, but so far, there has been no news."

"Oh..." Wu Ding sighed lightly, his expression a little complicated, "That's a pity..."

He snorted coldly, and Haita said in a cold voice: "This traitor! Not only did he collude with the barbarians and Bran as an enemy, but he also brought Bamutu to you to make you... Humph! It's best to die, it's not worth it!"

On the other hand, Wen Silin, listening to Woody's strange tone, was stunned: "Master, what do you mean is... he is not dead yet? How is that possible?!"

Wu Ding did not answer directly, but shook his head lightly without comment: "Little Tang's martial arts talent is indeed rare in my life. At that time, when the battle on the river surface, I and Bamutu were separated from each other's life and death..." After a pause, he recalled the shocking moment when Tang En took action to settle a sword in the world. After thinking about it for a moment, he shook his head inexplicably, "He changed the situation of the battle and found his own unique martial arts. If he could practice safely and soundly, he would definitely surpass everyone and become the new martial arts king in this continent! So if he dies, it would be a pity!"

He paused for a moment and continued, "Of course, he is Bran's enemy now. If he really dies, it is a good thing. I'm afraid he is not dead... It's been more than half a month now. If he successfully escapes from the turbulence of space and we can't find him here, then there will be no chance to kill him again... So it's a pity!"

"No, no, he is injured..."

"This doesn't matter. As long as you don't die, just in terms of survival ability, he is much better than me than Palmutu."

Haita and Winsling couldn't help but be silent when they heard this. This was the fact. They had seen and even tried Tang En's methods. As long as they didn't close their eyes, even if they were seriously injured, even if he was in Bran South, they did not have the slightest confidence to search for each other.

"Okay, let's not mention him anymore. You shouldn't care too much about him. The most important thing now is the situation in Bran." Woodin looked up at the two of them and asked, "I remember when I went there, the military had already transferred the army to the north to suppress it. Now half a month has passed, how is the battle there? Has the gray-clothed army suppressed it?"

He opened his mouth. He heard this and looked at Wenslin with his head down.

This time, it was true silence...

...

...

At this time, a key battle in a plain in the hinterland of the northern region was coming to an end.

The corpses were all over the mountains and the wilderness were lodging in various shapes. The red blood spreading wilderness and white flowers dyed the deep earth red. The cold wind swept by, and the broken blades trembled slightly, singing softly...

The outcome is self-evident, because the victor has begun to enter the battlefield to clean up. If there is a person who has a little knowledge of military common sense here, then looking at the constrained weapons, the standard armor on the body, the large war equipment dragged back, etc., especially the face-to-face battle flags on the ground that are constantly trampling around, you should be able to recognize these corpses that are being buried collectively by digging pits. During his lifetime, he was the main legion of Bran's permanent resident in the south and the regular soldiers of the Tiger Roar Legion.

Yes, this is what Woodin said, Bran's army was transferred from the south to suppress the main force of the gray-clothed army. However, judging from the current situation, yes, fate is not very good...

"Haha... This battle will definitely be true. All Bran towns within a radius of 100 miles will be included in our control!"

"Is this Bran's main force? Haha. It seems that the combat power is just that..."

"You are too embarrassed to brag? It's so light. If you were to command it, try..."

"Where is Miss Lansha?"

"What kind of lady? You have to call Marshal Lansha... Uh, leader!"

In the front line command, seeing another great victory in winning a key battle, the generals and officers of the gray-clothed army were extremely excited, either laughing and praising them to the sky, bragging without any restraint, and the atmosphere was lively and noisy. Even the leader Joshia walked into the tent, and everyone was unaware of anything.

The officer who was happy and cheerful bent down and apologized. Joshia glanced at the quiet field and finally looked at Frey: "Miss Lansha is not here?"

"I just went out. Maybe I went to observe the battlefield. There was still a small number of Bran's remnants who had not been eliminated... The leader had something to come to her? I'll send someone to notify me now."

"Oh, nothing..."

A few miles outside the tent, Lansha did not observe the battlefield as Frey said, but instead turned into a small forest in a good mood.

"Ha, Grandpa Bamutu, you are finally back..." Looking at Bamutu who turned out from behind the tree and could not hide his listless look, Lansha waved his hand and said hello, and suddenly paused under her feet. She glanced around Bamutu, and was empty... I realized something, and the smile that had just appeared at the corner of her mouth disappeared in an instant, her figure shaking slightly, she raised her head, the white light, and the dizziness suddenly rushed towards her like a tide...

"...Sorry, Tang En is gone..."

...

Lansha didn't know what she heard later, and how she walked out of the woods. She staggered, and the soldiers saluted and greeted her, and she turned a blind eye to her as if she hadn't heard it. In her drowsy mind, there was only a sound that kept hovering in it...

Tang En is gone... Tang En is gone...

Why did it disappear?

You have entered the Northern Wilderness Tribe, you have stayed in the Imperial City, and you have also entered the military camp. Why are you missing now?

Didn’t you bring me here? Why are you hiding now?

Didn't you promise me... will you come back safely...

fraud……

...

"Miss Lansha...Miss Lansha...Lansha?"

As the sound of calls came to my ears, far and near, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, Lansha was sure to realize that at some point he had returned to outside the temporary command center. Frey and other generals standing in front of him were looking at her with a worried look. Turning his head, Joshia, who had a slightly frown, held her arm with a confused look on her eyes.

He took a breath slightly and his expression calmed down: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Miss Lansha, you just now..."

Looking at Joshia's inexplicable face, she paused, and Lansha looked away casually: "Sorry, I just thought about the tactical arrangement, so..." She shrugged, and said lightly, and said, "I promised you that this is the secret of both of us. I am not like you, I am not a liar. So, I will continue to keep this secret for you...

In addition to commanding the battle, Lansha has always been cold in his attitude, and Frey and others have also gotten used to it, "Oh, it's fine. By the way, the leader just said he wanted to find you..."

Lan Sha turned his head again when he heard this, met Joshia's suspicious look, and asked directly: "Is there anything wrong?"

He shook his head subconsciously: "Nothing important..." In fact, what Joshia wanted to ask is the news about Tang En. No one is a fool. Joshia is not. Although he was deceived by Lansha's superb acting skills for the first time before, it was impossible to say that he had no suspicion. Now Tang En's time is more than a month away and has not returned for a long time. Joshia feels that there is something wrong with it, and he has often tried Lansha recently...

"That happens, I have something to ask you." Suddenly, Lan Sha, who was turning around and leaving, suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked calmly. "My current identity is the commander-in-chief of the army, right?"

"certainly."

"As the commander of the army, it is not too much to issue some orders on the war?"

"...What the hell do you want to say?" Joshia was alert and frowned.

Lansha did not answer, looked at Frey on the side, and asked again: "How many enemy prisoners of war will our army capture in this battle?"

"Uh... the specific number has not been counted yet, about... there are about 3,000. If you take down the encirclement and fight in the corner, there should be more..." Although it was a bit inexplicable, Frey still gave the approximate data after thinking for a moment.

Nodded, "Okay. Soldiers are very fast. In the next few days, we will take over all the important places in towns within a radius of 100 miles before Bran reinforcements arrive. So I ordered..."

He paused, spoke expressionlessly, "Kill all the prisoners on the spot and move forward lightly."

"ah?!"

"Kill them all?"

"That's not good to do...well..."

Although everyone had subconsciously prepared themselves under the layers of preparations of Lansha. But when they really heard Lansha's big intention, they still couldn't help but feel an uproar in the field, and the sound of sucking in the cold air came one after another in an instant.

If two armies confront each other on the battlefield, no matter how many enemies are killed, no one will say anything. On the contrary, this is a manifestation of personal ability and will receive praise and rewards. However, after the war, the prisoners who have surrendered were still surrendered, and there were still three thousand living people...

At this moment, even the generals and officers who were used to the bloody storm looked at the pretty Lansha in front of him, and there was still a little more fear and fear in their eyes.

Damn it, it turns out that you can't just look at the appearance...

"I don't agree!" Joshia instantly frowned and rejected, "The killing of the captives is unknown. And once it is reported, how will the people think of the gray-clothed army? Do you still dare to support us?"

"Then let them go and return some weapons. Then make up a reason to rebel and then kill them...how about it?"

"What's the difference between doing this and killing it directly-"

"I am the commander of the army! This is not a suggestion - it is an order! Military order!" Suddenly, Lansha suddenly burst out without any signs, and instantly made the field silent.

It wasn't because they were scared, but because they were shocked. All the gray-clothed generals and officers, including Joshia and Frey, have they ever seen Lansha, who was usually arrogant and cold and calm during wartime, have such strong emotional fluctuations?

"Huh... I'm sorry, I've lost my composure." After the outbreak, Lansha instantly realized the emotional problem, took a deep breath, forced the restlessness in her heart, and looked at Joshia and chuckled, "I mean that's it, it won't change. Of course, you are the leader of the gray-clothed army, you are the biggest... Just like that, I'm tired, go and rest first."

He bowed slightly, bowed, turned around and left. He didn't take a few steps, and he paused without even looking back, "General Frey, please be responsible for cleaning the battlefield and purging the military affairs. One hour later, the army set out and attack!"

After the words finished, he subconsciously gave everyone a favor and left directly.

...I don't believe that you will die so easily, I will wait for you to come back here! But before you come back, I will act like you die and avenge you!

...

After a moment, "Chief...", he came to his senses, Frey looked at Joshia with a little hesitation, taking the lead in breaking the silence atmosphere, waiting for the decision.

Of course it is not the decision to clean up the battlefield and purify the army. It is the bloody decision to kill the three thousand prisoners!

"I haven't been here, you--" Joshia looked at Lansha's disappearance, pursed her lips, and turned around and left, "You can do it yourself."

Joshia chose to leave, and there were no more senior civilians in the gray-clothed army in the field, leaving only this group of actual combat generals and officers. Of course, the soldiers must obey the command orders of superiors. In this way, the so-called meaning of what they do is to do is self-evident...

"Yes." Frey subconsciously licked his lips, showing a bit of bloodthirsty and ferociousness. "Skinny Monkey, I'll give you a quarter of an hour to find some of his own brothers with tight mouths to gather. Everyone goes... After finishing the business, I'll invite everyone to drink!"
Chapter completed!