Most of the fine wine in the gourd entered Lao Jiutou's throat and slid into his stomach. A warm feeling filled his whole body, and Lao Jiutou exhaled happily.
"It's great! It's so happy!"
No matter how hard the captain tried to run his legs, he could only move in place, as if he was completely imprisoned in an area. No matter which direction he walked, he was only targeting this area, and finally After trying several times, the corps commander gave up and looked around. The other three people patrolling with him no longer existed on this street.
Without even thinking about it, after the corps leader saw that terrifying scene, he naturally knew the reason.
"What? Stop running?"
The team leader had already seen through the current situation, put his hands on his hips, looked up at the sky, then lowered his head and shook his head, sighing.
"Escape? Is it still necessary now?"
It was indeed just as the captain had imagined. The other three people died in the same way as Baihu. Old Jiutou seemed to be tired. The last person in the entire Jinyiwei team, Old Jiutou, stopped doing anything and just sat down on the ground. , the body is completely isolated from any liquid and blood.
However, the captain wiped away the blood on his face and smiled bitterly.
"That's true, but haven't you tried it before? Why don't you try it again now? I'll give you a chance?"
The captain's eyes moved, but the light of hope only existed in the pupil of the captain for a moment. The latter said slowly: "I seem to have forgotten that I am a soldier from Wan Hu, the general's subordinate. Wan Hu The soldiers under my command never run away! After staying in the palace for a long time, I have almost forgotten even the words of the former general."
The old wine head paused for a moment while drinking, turned his face, looked at the corps commander, and murmured: "Wan Hu's command? It turns out he is a member of Wan Hu's command. No wonder his intuition about danger is so accurate. He is worthy of being in the army." A person who walked out of a mountain of bones and a sea of blood.”
The corps commander no longer cares about his own life or death. His life is already at stake, and he cannot be killed without humiliation! Even if the corps commander makes a last-ditch effort, he will definitely slash at the opponent with his knife instead of begging with his knees!
"Wan Hu only has 10,000 men under his command, but Gou Hongxuan, that martial arts idiot, can forcefully increase the combat effectiveness of 10,000 men to the efficiency of 100,000! What a madman..."
The old Jiutou recalled and praised.
"How come you know so much about Wan Hu's army? Are you also from Wan Hu's army?"
"Then I'm sorry to disappoint you!" The old Jiutou chuckled, his viper-like eyes glowing green, and responded: "Old man, I am not a member of Wan Hu's Army, but with you Wan Hu's Army There is also a big origin..."
"origin?"
Since there was no way to escape, the corps leader didn't want to say goodbye to this beautiful world early, so he kept chatting.
"Based on your age... I guess you don't know much about it." The old wine man swept the corps commander from beginning to end with his eyes. The latter found this scrutinizing look very scary.
"Nonsense! I have eight years of experience under Wan Hu! If I hadn't been injured on the battlefield and my body couldn't return to its previous state, otherwise I wouldn't have been arranged to enjoy the blessings of the royal guards in the palace! But I still Thank you very much, General."
The old Jiutou lifted up his tattered clothes, revealing a huge scar on his waist and abdomen from his arm to his hip bone.
"You are thanking me, so I'm sorry, old man, I only have hatred!"
The corporal commander saw that scar. No one would survive if it were given to him, but this old man was standing in front of him alive, holding his life completely in his hands.
Suddenly the team leader thought of something, his pupils suddenly enlarged, and he slurred: "You..." The team leader slowly raised a hand and pointed at the old wine head, his fingers trembling in the air. If the previous All the bloody scenes made the corps commander feel sick to his stomach and he couldn't bear it physically. But now, what he couldn't stand was the huge physical and psychological fear.
"Are you..."
"It happened thirty years ago..." The old wine man poured another large gulp of wine down his throat.
"Five thousand people! Five thousand people! Five thousand people under Wanhu's command! They all died in your hands! Old devil! Fuck you..." The captain, who had already remembered what happened before, had bloodshot eyes. The pupils even burst out of the eye sockets, and with the blood all over his body, he looked like a dead soldier crawling out of hell.
But the old Jiutou didn't even let the other party vent his emotions. He raised his hand and the captain's head fell to the ground. But the old Jiutou seemed to have just moved his hand casually, like stepping on a maple leaf in autumn, without raising his hand at all. The feeling of life.
"Yes, I am really the old devil! Jie Jie Jie."
The old wine head raised his hands and raised his head again, but the wine in the gourd was gone, and the old wine head sighed secretly.
"We're out of wine again. Forget it, I don't want to stay here anymore, old man. I'm going to Liuzhou to find good wine!" The old wine man stood up slowly, put one hand on his waist, and shouted with some pain: "Damn, it's really good. I haven’t been active for so long, and the flow of internal energy in my body is really sluggish.”
After moving on the spot again, the old Jiutou looked in the direction of Su Xuan and smiled.
"Boy, it's your turn now. With you, all the seals on me can be lifted, and I'll go find Gou Hongxuan to settle the damn account!"
The old man moved towards Su Xuan's body, but because of his tall figure, for a moment, the old man didn't know how to move Su Xuan's body.
"Damn it, it's this damn seal. Damn it, my internal power doesn't allow me to use it anyway. It's like I'm physically restricted."
The old Jiutou never concealed himself in physical work. He really couldn't lift a swill bucket.
"Forget it, just a little weight can be reduced!"
The old wine man thought about taking off Su Xuan's clothes piece by piece, but as soon as he stretched his hand towards Su Xuan's collar, he was grabbed by a pair of big hands.
"Old boy, what do you want to do to my apprentice?"
The old wine head turned his head and saw a face with a faint smile. He was wearing the official uniform of the Imperial Medical Office, a large white linen robe. The workmanship was not careful, but when it was worn on the visitor, it gave him an inexplicable sense of gentleness.
But in that smile, even the old Jiutou, who was able to kill 10,000 Wanhu's troops and kill 5,000, now felt a little pressure, and in the blink of an eye, his hands were out of the opponent's control.
"He is a master..." The old Jiutou defined the visitor in his mind.
"Old boy, you look familiar!"
The person who came was none other than Gu Ming from the Imperial Medical Office, Su Xuan's first master, who had been sent out by the empress before.
