Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 834 Going to the Battlefield

The Immortal Emperor of Zhanmo County who entered the Tao with killing is a person who uses swords, so people in the army use swords more, and they are proud of using swords.

The one-eyed commander who is a hundred feet tall, stands in the middle of the sky, teaching the [-] people below to use a big sword.

These [-] people are not the entire force of Zhanmo County.

Zhanmo County claims to have tens of millions of soldiers, and this is just one of dozens of barracks.

Dozens of barracks are lined up at the junction, but because they are too far apart, they can hardly see each other.

The long knife of seventy to eighty feet, with a cold light, cut suddenly in the morning mist.

Nearly [-] people below shouted in unison, and the momentum was loud, and they also swung their knives violently.

An Qingli didn't have a knife in his hand, and he was still a lame wounded patient, so he could only use his hand as a knife, and cut it decently.

And around her was also a group of wounded patients, some of them gritted their teeth and brandished a big knife.

However, the heavy hand of the knife shook, and the swing was extremely ugly.

The aura of the entire practice field was astonishing, but the place where An Qingli was, was stumbling around, making it embarrassing.

After half an hour of morning exercise, these nearly [-] people were dismissed and prepared to have breakfast.

When there is no war, the breakfast time is more comfortable, and you can chat and laugh.

If there is a war, even if food is in your mouth, you have to spit it out or swallow it immediately, and run to the assembly place.

In the barracks, the only meal in the morning is eaten every day. If you miss it, you will have to starve all day.

An Qingli returned to the seriously injured camp with a group of wounded patients.

Meals for the seriously injured camp were delivered by someone individually.

An Qingli limped and couldn't walk fast. When she returned to the seriously injured camp before, there was only a large wooden barrel that had been emptied, standing alone at the gate of the camp.

"This……"

An Qingli showed a look of disappointment and sorrow, although there is a mustard space, she will not worry about food and drink for thousands of years.

The old man took a random look at An Qingli, waved the big rice spoon in his hand, and casually comforted him: "Next time, hurry up, everyone here is a reincarnation of starving ghosts. No matter how serious the injury is, it won't delay eating."

While eating rice buns, the people around laughed heartlessly at the sallow and emaciated An Qingli.

An Qingli nodded in a muffled voice, clutching her hungry stomach, and went to the side to meditate, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

It was the same on the second day.

The lame An Qingli still walked behind the crowd, still unable to eat.

Fortunately, he is an immortal from the upper realm, so he can't starve to death without eating for a few days, at most he will feel a little dizzy.

On the third day, An Qingli simply didn't leave the seriously injured camp, and waited for breakfast.

But she was reported by caring people, saying that she walked like flying, her injury was almost healed, and she was not suitable to stay in the seriously injured camp.

Sure enough, another soldier came over and took An Qingli to the slightly wounded camp.

An Qingli was destined to miss the breakfast in this army camp, so she had to stealthily swallow a bigu elixir that she made herself.

The elixir is enough to eat and drink for ten and a half months, and there is no major problem.

In the battalion with minor injuries, the hostility was heavy.

An Qingli just went, and he was about to be disciplined.

"Brother." A scarred face of a fairy, holding a strong arm, stood at the door of the tent, blocking An Qingli's way.

An Qingli covered her mouth, coughed heavily, and said hoarsely, "Big...Brother."

"what!"

Everyone backed away in disgust, and looked at An Qingli, who was yellow and thin, and then at her hunchbacked face covering her mouth and coughing, and her complexion changed accordingly.

"Get lost!" The older brother's younger brother waved his hands in disgust, "Get behind the tent!"

"Thank... Thank you, brother." An Qingli coughed, and walked around behind the tent consciously.

It was night and it was extremely cold.

An Qingli, who was excluded, was also happy to be alone, crossing her legs behind the tent, secretly circulating the real fire in her body to keep out the cold.

"Why don't you go to war?"

In the Mustard Dimension, Little Pegasus was a little impatient.

If you start the war with the demons earlier, you can leave here logically, be sent to the front line, mix with the demons, and go to the demons' territory.

However, the Blood Demon Kingdom also has a vast territory, and it is estimated that it would be difficult to find Mu Sheng in such a large territory.

Day after day.

Finally, in the middle of the night, the urgent trumpet sounded.

Someone raised a knife angrily and said: "The demons are here to make trouble again, robbing people and robbing territory!"

An Qingli got up quickly, followed those people, and boarded a warship in a hurry.

There are more than one warship, each of them is like a hill, hovering in mid-air.

An Qingli stepped hard, jumped three meters, and got on the boat.

There were already dense crowds of people inside, and they were still standing neatly, without making a sound of discussion.

The quiet air is full of oppression.

The cabin door was closed, and with an order, the warships moved forward rapidly.

A black magic bracelet was handed to An Qingli.

An Qingli reached out to take it, and like everyone else, put the ring on her right wrist.

This bracelet of arresting demons is a fairy weapon, which can record the number of demons killed by soldiers and generals.

Those who slay many demons will be rewarded and promoted.

And the big and small officials in the military camp are all arranged according to the number of demons killed, so the generals below are very convinced by those above them.

The captain of the ship was full of evil spirits, and said in a deep voice: "When you get to the battlefield, beat me to death! If you come back empty-handed, I will screw your heads off!"

"Yes!" Everyone in the cabin answered loudly and boldly, "Never return empty-handed!"

The warship moved forward and arrived at the battlefield at full speed.

The cabin door opened, and the people inside, armed with knives and guns, yelled and jumped to the ground.

It's a massive melee.

He no longer pays attention to any formations and rules, anyway, as long as he is not one of his own people, it is right to hack and kill directly.

The battlefield is tragic.

The corpses of the Demon Race and the Human Race have already fallen down.

The barracks where An Qingli was located came as reinforcements.

And the demons also have reinforcements, and they are coming in a hurry.

As soon as An Qingli jumped off the cabin, countless cold arrows from the demons, like dead locusts, shot towards this side with a "swish".

Dozens of people jumped off together with An Qingli.

Among the dozens of people, half of them were hit by the cold arrows of the demons before they landed.

Bingfeng took a closer look, and found that the dark place was actually a demon from the real demon realm, directing the arrows to be released.

An Qingli was also in the air, and Leng Jian had already arrived.

This arrow is extremely fast, and there are rune blessings on the arrow, and the demons also have rune masters from the demons.

An Qingli's eyes sank, she shook her hand, and drew out the Ruyi Scarlet Flame Sword, slashing with her backhand.

The arrow was cut in two immediately, and An Qingli relied on the space technique to disappear instantly and landed on the ground smoothly.

"Ok?"

The demon leader noticed An Qingli, but he didn't expect that among this group of human ants, there was one more outstanding.

"Kill him!" The demon leader looked at An Qingli and patted one of his men on the shoulder.

"Of order, Lord Momao!" The subordinate replied flattered, his dark face trembled, and he opened the third eye on his forehead.

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