The next morning, Tang En and his group, who were wrapped tightly, got out of the city gate in shame under the inexplicable gaze of the soldiers guarding the city...

A few miles away, Tang En took off the hat that covered most of his face and sighed: "I finally know why Zi Yi has been staying in Xiongguan City and couldn't come out. This is simply a national treasure panda treatment."

"National Treasure... Panda?" He was a little surprised, probably getting used to the strange words that often appeared in Tang En. Frey didn't care. He removed the cloth strips on the head of the package and smiled depressedly: "It's obviously what you did, why did you have to cover my head in the end?"

Tang En smiled apologized after hearing this: "Haha, the situation is special now, you will be beaten for a while." He is going to fight Sethman to the death, so naturally the less people pay attention, the better.

Frey shook his head and said nothing. They were now crossing the Zichen Legion defense zone and advancing towards the Cangyan Defense Zone. The team now has about 200 people, not enough for a battalion-level organization. However, Daniel had already issued an order to ask them to go directly to the ground to replenish the scattered spearmen of the Gray-Clothed Army. Although the subsequent soldiers were less combat-effective, this was the battlefield. The gap between veterans and new recruits was not big.

It is boring to travel, and it is even more tragic to hide from it. So let's move our eyes away first and move backwards...

...

It was also the city gate that opened early in the morning, Mi Xiu and his group of dozens of people originally planned to enter with the civilians and merchants here at the same time. Unexpectedly, because of the sudden arrival of the brigade of remnants, they could only avoid the side.

"Hey, captain, there is a team of our gray-clothed army here." A member of the gray space lifted the curtains of the carriage, raised his eyebrows, turned his head to the lying carriage, closed his eyes to rest.

Mixiu opened his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly. Sure enough, behind the Thunder Legion soldiers wearing standard armor, he saw the simple armored gray-clothed soldiers. It could be seen that the relationship between the two groups was just average. Although they were entering one after another, they were far apart from each other.

The morale of the soldiers was low, and they were only concerned about bowing their heads and rushing to the road without the heroic spirit they should have. Of course, this may also be related to the current environment. This is the calm Zichen Legion Defense Zone, civilians, businessmen, etc., and they naturally couldn't see these other legion soldiers who were obviously defeated, so they were indispensable for discussion, pointing, sarcasm, etc. The voice was not loud, but their expressions could not deceive people. These soldiers could not explain anything to these civilians, and their emotions could only be low.

It was probably because they gathered together to return together, and there were quite a few soldiers here. It took about half an hour before Mishe and the others followed him into the city.

Without a stop, the carriage continued to walk towards the opposite city gate. Of course, healing the wounds was the best effect, so Mixiu and the others had to rush back to Dawn City in the shortest time. Soon, when the carriage passed through the square in the city, they had already left the soldiers who came in far behind. At this moment,

"Uh? Isn't that Miss Joshia?" The curtains were not lowered, and the gray space member sitting on one side exclaimed again, leaning forward, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

It is naturally unlikely to admit the wrong person, after all, they are all trained professionals. Mixiu was surprised when he heard this. With the help of the people around him, he moved to the window and followed his arms and saw a few dusty pedestrians on the roadside not far away. The man was a woman wearing a gray and white robe. Although most of her appearance was covered by a flat-top wide hat, Mixiu was still sure that this should be the familiar Joshia.

Perhaps because of the observational gaze, the woman turned her head and looked here, paused, opened her mouth slightly, and looked very surprised. It was Joshia.

"parking!"

Near... With a long neigh, the galloping carriage immediately slowed down and slowly stopped along the roadside. The door opened, and Joshia was walking from behind. Her beautiful face was shocked and happy: "Why are you here? Don... 告? Mishe, you... are you... injured?"

When he arrived at the car, Joshia found that Mishe was in a wrong state. He looked pale and could not lie down halfway, and he looked seriously injured.

"It's just a little bit of injury." Mishe shook his head slightly indifferently, and the corner of his mouth raised and smiled, "Haha, Miss Joshia, long time no see. Well, are you here to find the boss?"

"Well, there are some things to tell Tang..." Frowning slightly, Joshia looked up and down at Mixiu's condition, full of worry, "Your injury is not light, why did you get this way? Has it been treated?" Joshia was clear about Mixiu's strength. In the gray space, he was the first to go down. Now that Mixiu was seriously injured, he was naturally extremely uneasy.

"Haha, it's really okay. According to the boss, it's right, um, there's no shortage of parts, but my belly is covered with a small eye. Oh, it's two." Mithur and Joshia had known each other for a long time. At that time, Tang En didn't even join the gray army, so his feminine face smiled and shrugged, and said with a rare humor.

"Haha, this Tang En..." Joshia couldn't help laughing when she heard this, and then she made sure that Mixiu's injury was really not serious and she only needed some time to recuperate. She calmed down and talked about the reason why she came here.

It turned out that before Tang Enlai's front line, he had discussed with Joshia about setting up a secret agency here. The main purpose was of course to find Sethman. Joshia attached great importance to this and knew that this matter was of great importance. The fewer people were in charge, the better. So after stabilizing the rear, the surname Suo personally led people to take the front line.

Just a while ago, Joshia finally got news about Sethman, but at that time the barbarians happened to attack the wilderness level, and Don was fleeing in the wilderness, so of course Joshia couldn't contact him. Fortunately, the news about Frey and the others suddenly broke out in the past few days. Joshia knew that Don was following the spear to break the camp, so she rushed over.

Hearing this, Mixiu raised his eyebrows: "Is it in the Cangyan Legion Defense Zone?" After being stunned, Joshia said in surprise: "Well, it's not bad, it's in the Cangyan Legion Defense Zone."

Although Mithur was in a coma before, he later learned about Tones from David, and knew that Boss Don had roughly determined Sethman's position. However, Joshia had countless eyeliners, and the news was undoubtedly more accurate.

With a wry smile, Mixiu spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, you're late. Boss and the others should have set out to the Cangyan Legion Defense Zone."

"Huh?" Joshia couldn't help but frown when she heard this. The Cangyan Legion's defense zone is not as peaceful as here. It takes a lot of effort to pass by every town. Even if she rushes over, she will never meet Tang En.

Seeing this, Mixiu comforted him: "Don't worry, with the boss's means, he will definitely be able to lock in that person's position..."

"Jojojo...Joshia?"

Before Mishe finished speaking, a figure suddenly jumped out of the road, grabbed Joshia's arm, and looked extremely excited: "It's really you, Joshia, it's really you..."

"Uh...Bo, Borg?" Joshia was shocked and subconsciously broke away from her arm, but then she saw the person in front of her and exclaimed in shock.

Mishe frowned slightly, and then he realized that just as they were stopping and chatting, the group of soldiers who had been left behind had already chased him. It was Borg who rushed out and grabbed Joshia's arm.

Such a coincidence was really caught off guard, but there was a certainty hidden in the coincidence. Borg was also the first group of people to actively sign up to join the army, and his level was high, leading a group of troops alone. Being able to see him here means that he was not lucky, and he should have been attacked by barbarians in the wilderness or near the wilderness.

"Uh...Borg, your face..." At this time, Joshia seemed to have noticed something and exclaimed again.

Because of the angle, Mishe also discovered that Borg's originally handsome face was now covered with a long scar, dragging from the corner of his left eye to his chin, which should be a knife wound. It can be seen that the scar has not been added for a while, and the flesh and blood that has been turned out has not yet completely scarred. It looks like a dark red centipede lying on his back, extremely cunning.

Joshia couldn't break free, Borg's expression was very excited, shaking Joshia's arm, and kept saying, "That's great, Joshia, it's great to see you... Do you know? The barbarians were right in front of us at that time, and many soldiers died, and I almost died... But it doesn't matter, I haven't lost yet, I will definitely win next time... Joshia, believe me, I will definitely win next time..."

The words were overturned and even a little incoherent. At this time, Borg seemed like a lunatic, and while speaking, he opened his arms as if he wanted to hug Joshia.

Joshia was obviously frightened by Borg's abnormal condition, and he stretched out his arms to resist, frowned: "Borg, Borg! Calm down..."

"Calm down? Joshia, I'm calm...Do you don't believe I can win? Isn't it?"

Shaking his head, "No. I believe in you, you put your hands down first."

"No, you just don't believe it. You would rather believe that damn Tang En than believe me, right..."

A hysterical roar, "But he must be dead, haha, he is absolutely dead..."

Bang!

After a crisp slap, the scene suddenly became silent.

Joshia raised her palm and was stunned, and Borg, who was covering her face, was also stunned. Mithu was stunned on the side, then shrugged and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

The slap was beaten by Joshia, but it was unconsciously swinging Borg's arms.

"You hit me? You hit me! OK, OK, OK..."

"Uh, Borg, I'm not..."

"Phone you hit me!" Suddenly, he shouted loudly, put down his palm, Borg's face was clearly marked with red marks of five fingers, his expression was distorted, and the centipede on his face also twisted, as if he came alive, "You don't like me, you didn't like me since the beginning..."

Joshia's face was dark when she heard this: "Borg, don't say this, calm down."

"I'm very calm!" Dali waved his arm and took Joshia back a few steps. His previous excitement instantly turned into a nervous-like cold and sarcastic sarcasm, "I'm disfigured. You don't have to like me anymore. You can go to the broken Tang En without any pressure. Haha, are you satisfied? You are finally satisfied..."

"Borg, you..."

"A farce, I'm really a perfect villain!" Seeing this, Mixiu narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his head, waved to several members of the gray space beside him and said in a cold voice: "Drop it on the street and let him calm down!"

"Yes!" Several members of the gray space next to him were dissatisfied with hearing Borg constantly insulting Boss Tang En. He immediately got out of the car and surrounded Borg.

Borg's strength is not low. Although he is obsessed with tactical command, his good background still gives him the ability to fight at an intermediate level warrior. But his current condition is obviously wrong, and there is no one else in his eyes except Joshia.

Kick, "Ah..."

With a few simple joint skills, two members of the gray space quickly captured Borg, one on the left and one on the right, and then their arms were slightly sank, and they tacitly removed Borg's arms. Listening to the screams, a member of the gray space sneered at the corner of his mouth, lowering his head and whispered, "You can touch the boss's woman? Get back and you!"

After the words were finished, the two raised their arms and Borg was immediately thrown a few feet away and rolled directly to the middle of the road at the feet of a row of soldiers.

Bang……

"Captain!" "Captain..."

The screams kept ringing, and dozens of soldiers quickly surrounded Borg and helped Borg up from the ground. At this time, Borg finally came to his senses. In fact, the reason why Borg was so crazy before was because of defeat and disfigurement.

Borg's tactical command level is undoubtedly appreciated by the old Marshal Oumeng and was relieved to let him lead a regiment to fight the front line alone, which undoubtedly proves this. Unfortunately, his understanding of the barbarians is still too shallow. Although he has estimated it in his heart, when he really faces the barbarians' crazy attack, the tactical things were cut to the weakest, and the soldiers he led eventually collapsed. However, this result is inevitable. After all, this is the case in the Thunder Legion now. It is already amazing that he can lead the retreating soldiers to successfully get rid of the barbarian pursuit and retreat into the Zichen Legion defense zone.

But unfortunately, the problem lies in getting rid of it. He underestimated the madness of the barbarian attack, which eventually led to a dying barbarian being scratched in the face when he got rid of the pursuit... If Borg was unwilling to accept the defeat, but still could accept it, then the sudden disfigurement made him a little confused.

Borg is not a woman, so he shouldn't care so much about appearance. But when he wanted to chase Joshia and his biggest competitor was Tang En, this issue was particularly critical. In terms of strength, whether he admitted it or not, it is a fact that Tang En was far behind him. In terms of tactics, okay, Tang En does not understand tactics, but his gray space team can paralyze a group... After thinking about it, Borg finally found that the only one who can beat Tang En now was appearance! Needless to say, this is undoubtedly true. Tang En's public face can only be said to be not ugly at most, and it has nothing to do with Feng Shen Junlang.

But now, this only advantage is lost... Of course, if Borg is given some time, he can still get out of this shadow. After all, although scars on his face are not handsome, it is also a medal of honor for the men on the battlefield. Moreover, the iron-blooded man also has a large market. Unfortunately, fate is really impermanent, but at this time, Borg, who was depressed, bumped into Joshia...

After coming back to his senses, Borg looked up and realized that Mishe was sitting in the carriage.

"Mith!" Borg certainly knew this figure with Tang En's left arm and right arm. His expression instantly became ferocious. He stood up and pushed his soldiers away, and turned around, "Where is Tang En? Come out for me, come out, come out..."

"Stop shouting." Mishe glanced at her, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "She, she is just a loser, now she is showing off her courage. Do you think if the boss is really here, can you still stand up now?"

"Fart!" Borg, who had always shown gentleness and humility, completely tore off his disguise, and his eyes were flashing cold, "Okay, since Tang En dared not come out, don't blame me for attacking you!"

Waving his arm, "Come, kill...beat the superior officer and capture him!" Fortunately, Borg still had a trace of rationality and forced the word "kill". Internal fighting in the army is a taboo, there is no doubt about this, but it is still okay to find an excuse to capture the other party. Of course, when it really falls into his hands, the result will be hard to say.

"Borg, you dare!" Joshia's face turned cold as ice as ice when she heard this, and she shouted anxiously.

The slap just now completely slapped the hope in Borg's heart. He glanced at Joshia, paused for a moment, then turned his head and said, "Take it!"

The squadron of soldiers marching on the street had already stopped when Borg was thrown back, but most of them were soldiers from the Thunder Legion. Seeing the grey-clad soldiers fighting, it was naturally impossible for them to step forward and fight. Instead, they gathered around with interest.

After hearing the order, the hundreds of soldiers under Borg couldn't help but look at each other. Even if they didn't know Mithur, they would definitely know Joshia, so they were naturally a little hesitant.

At this time, Joshia also knew that Borg was crazy and couldn't listen to the words at all. There were hundreds of soldiers here, and Mithur was injured, so it was impossible to escape... Thinking of this, Joshia looked solemn and looked around the soldiers: "Do you know what you are doing? The gray-clothed army fought against the gray-clothed army, and their own people killed each other..."

Before he finished speaking, Borg interrupted directly: "Why are you still standing there? Do it for me! Do it!"

Military orders fell like mountains, and it was a duty for soldiers to obey superiors. Although Joshia had a great reputation in the gray-clothed army, it was not an army system after all, and his status was not as high as the leader and minister. When these soldiers heard this, they could only raise their weapons and slowly surrounded them.

"you……"

"Miss Joshia!" Just as Joshia was about to step forward to confront Borg, a member of the gray space grabbed her. Then he saw Mi Xiu leisurely rectifying the blanket covered by the rationality and looked at Borg with a sarcastic expression: "Haha, I often hear the boss say something, and I think it makes sense. Well, I will give it to you today... If you don't commit suicide, you won't die!"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked directly at the Thunder Legion soldiers gathered beside him, and said in a deep voice: "We are the wounded soldiers under Frey, the spear breaking camp. Please help me and take down this madman!"

As the words came to an end, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. The next moment, there was an uproar.

"Uh...what did you say?"

"Fury, Captain Frey?"

"The spear breaks the camp...the thunder gun breaks the formation..."

...

Bang bang bang, the sound of weapons being unsheathed one after another.

"My grass! Brothers, fuck guys!"

"It turned out to be Captain Frey's soldier, damn, this place must be helped!"

"You are blind, you dare to mess with Captain Frey's people. Just beat me, I'll be fine if there is any problem..."

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Chapter completed!