Warring States Call

Chapter 821;

Seeing that the wound was almost healed, the doctor hurriedly opened the knife, and Zhao Kuo breathed a sigh of relief. The sweat dripped from his cheeks. The doctor quickly took his clothes and put them on Zhao Kuo to prevent him from catching cold.

Zhao Kuo glanced at the doctor, waved his hand and said, "Back off!"

"promise!"

Zhao Kuo looked at the moon in the sky, people fought for their breath, and trees fought for their skin. Zhao Kuo wants to prove that he does not need Han Yichai, he wants to help Zhao Yong rule the world, and his name will last forever.

The family's resources, as well as Zhao Kuo's own talent, allowed him to change from an unknown soldier to a frontier general who commanded thousands of people in just three years. No one knew what Zhao Kuo had experienced, and Ma Fu The family has added another malleable talent, counting their Ma Teng family of the same origin, young talents are like carp crossing the river in an endless stream.

And Zhao Yong is also very happy, and at the same time restricts them, after all every emperor must maintain balance, and he is no exception.

Zhao Kuo endured the pain and put on his armor. He had to pretend nothing had happened. He was the soul of this army. People can die, but the soul of the army cannot be scattered.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts me to death!...!" A soldier on the corner of the city was covering his wound, and another soldier above was holding him down, continuously baking his wound with a knife To avoid infection and inflammation of the wound, time is life here, they have no way to wait for the wound to heal slowly, ironing is their only choice.

"Hold it! Hold it back! It will be fine in a while!..."

Zhao Kuo glanced at it plainly, but it was nothing in his eyes. Zhao Kuo pressed the sword in his hand and greeted the soldiers behind him, "Give him some water! Let's calm down for a while! Keep your spirits up! We'll return tomorrow!" Is there any?"

"Yes! General!" The soldiers on the side did not dare to disobey. In order to prevent the enemy from poisoning the water, Zhao Kuo collected a large amount of water. The seven-day amount, if used sparingly, can last for half a month, so now the whole water has become a precious resource.

"I can't take it anymore... quit! I want to go home... I can't take it anymore! Get out of the way and don't pull me...!" A seven-foot sweat suddenly jumped up from the ground, with a confused look on his face, Regardless of the obstacles next to him, he kept rushing out.

"Stop! You run out now! You are a deserter, stop for me!" The soldiers on the side grabbed him and motioned him to be quiet.

But the soldier couldn't bear it anymore, and snorted coldly: "Go away! I want to go, what the hell is up with you! Go away!"

"I'll let you stop!" The soldier grabbed him, pulled out the bronze sword in his arms, and said coldly, "If you drive me away! I'll kill you!"

"Cut me! Come! Come!" The soldier couldn't bear it anymore. The mental pressure brought on by the cruelty of the war made him face a breakdown.

Zhao Kuo pressed the sword in his hand, stared at the front in puzzlement and said, "What's going on!"

"The general and the two soldiers are arguing! It's no big deal!" The lieutenant on the side hurriedly said, looking at the two, he shook his head helplessly. Rest, what are you doing here.

"Follow me to have a look!" Zhao Kuo pressed the sword in his hand, his face was calm, his military prestige in this army was still a bit short, maybe this is an opportunity.

"No!" The lieutenant at the side didn't dare to say anything, so he could only agree with him.

"Come on! Chop here! Come on...!" the man roared angrily, as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

"Bastard!" Then the soldier stared at this man with an embarrassing face, the hand holding the sword was still unable to let go, his incomplete sword, at least the blood of dozens of people, chopped up the enemy's sharp knife to cut the mess, He is as powerful as a bamboo, and he is merciless, but he just can't make a move against this shameless guy.

"What's going on!" Zhao Kuo walked over with the sword in his hand, with a serious look on his face. He glanced at this provocative guy and was thinking about how to deal with him.

"General!" When the soldier saw Zhao Kuo coming, he knelt down on the ground with tears in his eyes. If Han Yi was here, he would definitely say that Oscar owes you a golden man.Then the soldier hugged Zhao Kuo's thigh and said: "General... General! I have an old man! I have a young child, and there are wives and children waiting for me at home! I want to go home! Please let me go back, general! I will give you Kowtow!"

So the soldier knelt down and kowtowed quickly, and every time he kowtowed, there was a crashing sound on the ground, apparently with all his strength, the soldiers who were blocking him saw Zhao Kuo coming, so they had no choice but to back away.

Zhao Kuo looked at the soldiers all around, all showing hopeful expressions, none of them wanted to die here, they wanted to go home, their mother and children.

Zhao Kuo saw all this in his eyes, looked at the kowtowing soldiers below, gritted his teeth, and said coldly: "I didn't want to do this! You forced me!"

"General...you...!" There was a cold light in the soldier's eyes, a cold light as Zhao Kuo drew his sword and slashed
Zhao Kuo pulled out the sword in his arms, raised the sword in his hand and dropped it, a good man's head fell down, blood splashed all over Zhao Kuo's body, when the soldiers around looked at it, their hairs stood up, staring at Zhao Kuo with embarrassing expressions They all showed fear.

Zhao Kuo wiped the blood off his face, walked around the soldiers, and snorted coldly: "I know you are all homesick! You want to live! But have you ever thought that if you escape, this city will be gone, and there will be tens of miles of land The people are displaced, among them are your family members, your brothers, and every corner you are familiar with, where will become a bloody battlefield, is this what you want to see?"

It turned out that the soldiers who were still angry stopped at this moment. Zhao Kuo looked at the crowd and pointed to the city gate behind him: "This gate is gone! Start with me, Zhao Kuo! Cut it off!"

At this moment, Zhao Kuo's original scumbag spirit was completely wiped out, leaving only the iron blood of a soldier.

"Brothers! Hold on! There are only ten days, as long as we persist for ten days, we will win when General Li Mu's [-] troops arrive!" Zhao Kuo looked at the soldiers behind him, and he suppressed it by killing them, but at the same time, we must explain the truth to them.

"Defend the city and never retreat! Defend the home and defend the country!"

"Defend the city and never retreat! Defend the home and defend the country!"

"Defend the city and never retreat! Defend the home and defend the country!"

I don't know who yelled first, everyone became excited. Zhao Kuo looked at the group of people and knew that he had stood up and his military spirit was available.

"It was you who stopped him just now, what's his name!" Zhao Kuo looked at the blushing thick-necked soldier and asked him.

"Villain Zhao Kuang!"

"Very good! Bury this soldier generously, and I will make you my side general, and you will be under my command!"

(End of this chapter)