In fact, the moment he cut off the head of the armored general, the progress of the task in Jiang Tian's field of vision suddenly jumped a lot and became:
"Mission 2: Ensure that the key target survives for seventy-two hours. Countdown 49:27, progress (61%)...slight deflection, free energy being collected. +0.001, +0.05..."
At this moment, Jiang Tian suddenly understood something. Because, when killing the scattered enemy soldiers encountered along the way, some were able to collect free energy units, but some were not; but after killing this unknown enemy general and his guards, the energy suddenly skyrocketed. .
What does this mean? Jiang Tian wondered whether this was because some of them should have died in this timeline, so they could not collect free energy; but the Kabuto enemy general was different; without Jiang Tianheng If you have a hand in it, you may be able to survive better than anyone else.
At this time, the energy unit displayed in his field of vision finally stopped at "1.07" unit, and the originally dim and invisible prompt "Transition (1 unit): Yes/No" also lit up again; at the same time, There is an additional prompt "Materialization (0.5 units): Yes/No".
However, Jiang Tian thought about it and chose No one after another. He did not want to change the status quo for the time being.
At this time, in the valley, the soldiers in brown clothes who had the upper hand were being chased by the soldiers in green clothes who had turned defeat into victory. They were escaping and trying to hide in various directions; those who had fallen to the ground were also hit one by one, and their bodies were taken away without hesitation. , all objects that can be seen.
Then, I saw the thick-bearded leader with two arrow shafts stuck in his body, pushing away the people who were supporting him; he took the initiative to step forward and faced the pile of corpses on the pillow, and bowed respectfully. He cupped his fists at his waist and shouted loudly:
"Thank you so much, Master... for your help. I, the villain, Hong Dashou of the Yizhou People's Army, would like to ask who the sacred person is. Can you tell me the name? I will definitely build a temple to offer sacrifices at the four seasons."
At this time, a trace was suddenly cut out of thin air in the earth and rocks in front of him, and then turned into an indicative arrow. The leader couldn't help but look happy, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It would be better if this mysterious and unpredictable method of killing people was not aimed at one's own side.
So, he hurriedly followed the instructions and strode forward. Others wanted to follow, but they retreated under his sharp scolding. After a while, the leader stepped back from the forest with an even more awe-filled face, and shouted to the men waiting outside:
"Come quickly, prepare a carriage and carry the sedan for me!"
"General, where is the sedan chair here?"
At this time, another young leader couldn't help but said in surprise: However, he was kicked hard by Hong Dashou and yelled:
"No? Won't you build one right away? Han Sanshi, it's up to you to do it. It must be ready within an hour;"
"Everyone else, please follow me to welcome the noble man! Keep everything away, don't disturb or rush the noble man!"
"Noble man? What noble man? Where can a noble man come from in this barren mountain and wilderness?"
There was another leader who was older than him and said in surprise:
"Of course he is blessed by the gods, and he is a born noble person who can turn misfortune into good fortune."
However, Hong Dashou showed some kind of awe and said:
"Han Siwu, you will know if you take people to explore behind the mountain. Just pick up everything you see and bury all the corpses you can!"
Ever since, the little round-faced boy who appeared in front of everyone while holding the big gray-haired dog "Spare Food" also received another round of worship; and Hong Dashou greeted him respectfully. A sedan chair that was hastily built and covered with thick silk mats and a covered roof.
Han Siwu, the veteran leader in charge of the search, led a group of people carrying various trophies and returned from the mountain with a full load. At the same time, he looked at the indifferent round face and became more and more awe and respectful; because right where he was. In the direction responsible for the search, all the enemy soldiers died.
It took two or three of them working together to deal with an elite Baekje rebel; yet he lay down in such a miserable state of death. And this little guy, who doesn't come from an ordinary family at first glance, doesn't even seem to have a scratch on his skin.
As the leader of the Yizhou Civilian Army, Hong Dashou personally led his people to wait beside the sedan chair, constantly greeting and asking for instructions. It's as if she wishes she could be transformed into a walking chair or an eager pavilion like an ox or horse.
However, as the winding dirt road became lower and lower, they were about to leave the mountain forest. Suddenly there was a loud noise ahead, and then someone turned to report back, but there was a group of people blocking the way forward.
And Hong Dashou also hurriedly escorted the little round-faced man forward, and saw a team with bright armor and blue bird flags, neatly blocked on the narrow road out of the mountain; and with these people who had just changed their clothes, The civilian army formed a tense confrontation.
Han Sanshi, the young leader who bore the brunt, also said to him angrily:
"These are the officers and soldiers who fired arrows without saying a word when they met, injuring many brothers on the spot."
Hearing this, Jiang Tian, who had been accompanying him all the time, was secretly prepared. Once a conflict broke out, he would take advantage of the chaos and sneak attack, kill the leader of the opponent, and create an opportunity for Little Round Face to escape. However, she suddenly let out a sigh and said softly:
"Wait a minute, the one at the head seems to be... the one who rushed out to ask for help... Wei Wulang..."
After a while.
"It's the Crown Prince, we're not too late... The Crown Prince is still alive..."
Later, Wei Wulang, who was called forward to negotiate, pointed at his small round face and suddenly shouted without hesitation. Then the soldiers and flags scattered on both sides of the road fell to the ground one after another in a somewhat chaotic manner, or they looked at each other without knowing the reason and shouted urgently:
"Where is the prince?"
"Have you found the noble man?"
"Meet the Crown Prince..."
"See Supervisory Country..."
Wait, Jiang Tian, who had just breathed a sigh of relief because of the suspected friendly troops and reinforcements, suddenly felt a little bad when he heard this. The image of an indifferent and aloof man that I originally pretended to be detached and indifferent (my ancestor in society, people are ruthless and don't talk much) almost failed on the spot.
This little thing is a prince! It's obviously a female! And what the hell is the prison country? It seems that I have been cheated by this half-baked mission system.
"Under the command of the governor of Yuanshan County, Sima Anwuyi of the left wing, I pay my respects to the noble supervisor of the country."
Then he saw an upright-looking military general from the opposite army marching towards him. He supported Luan Zong with one hand and pressed his chest with the other, half-kneeling on his knees. He couldn't wait to shout in a hissing voice:
"I was shocked to hear that Fusang's enemies were supporting the puppet dynasty as their pawns in Jinchengjing, and they were setting up troops to cause disaster. They were acting against all sides, and the people of the country were suffering for a long time."
"As long as the Crown Prince goes to Beiyuan Capital and raises his arms, the five states of Haibei, dozens of tribes and vassals will definitely respond in kind,"
"I am humble and incompetent, but I am willing to act as a leader for the Crown Prince and take the lead in carrying the flag of righteousness."
"Even the three managers and four leaders of the former office, the five capitals and seven soldiers can no longer be counted on. Are there still all the good ministers who went into trouble, and the thousands of loyal people from the five states of Haibei?"
Jiang Tian, who had been silent all this time, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. At least after encountering the support of suspected friendly forces, it showed that this was not a hell-level difficult task that would easily fail.
