Chapter 132： Silver-haired boy (2/2)

It can be seen that the land is barren and there are still some dilapidated houses. It has a history of several decades. There used to be many small towns and villages at the junction of the two countries, but now, most of them are abandoned. After the war was devastated, all the residents inside fled and fled to the eastern and central parts of the kingdom.

Only a few small towns existed and were built as military fortresses to prepare for war. Most of the residents inside were also driven out, or they were afraid of being affected by the war and dragged their families away.

The war left a piece of wreckage, the ground was stained with dried blood, and some worn-out clothes fragments. There were no corpses on the battlefield. In order to prevent the birth of the plague, these corpses would be disposed of every time.

After all, the plague is terrible. Once there is a plague, it will not be thousands of people, but tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands. , Both sides know each other very well, and no one loves the other.

And now, there is a small war.

Just a hundred meters away, two camps rushed towards each other separately. In order to distinguish their camps clearly, they each had a yellow shoulder strap and a red shoulder **** their shoulders.

"The yellow shoulder strap is the cannon fodder from the Culloye Kingdom side, and the red shoulder strap is from the Nolan Kingdom side." Looking at the battlefield from a distance, Kos explained.

"There are children, there are old people, there are slaves, and there are young people. It's too miserable. You don't even have decent weapons. Some of them are rags." Seeing this scene, Bacara couldn't help but wrinkle herself. Frown, this scene, although she is not very emotional, but it is also somewhat difficult to accept.

"That's why it is called a cannon fodder camp. It is full of cannon fodder. There are domestic orphans, homeless people, and slaves who are all sent to death. This can also reduce the burden on the country. Those people above should think so." Si is very indifferent and has no other opinion about this, this kind of thing has nothing to do with him.

"These cannon fodder battalions fight every few days. Sometimes it is a frontal battle, sometimes it is a surprise attack. While ensuring their own lives, they have to kill five enemies with their five shoulder straps and go back. You can only get food afterwards. It is just the most common food, bread, which barely fills up your stomach." After staying in this battlefield for so long, Kos knows this place very well.

"Huh? No one is watching around, that is to say..." Nelson suddenly thought of something and couldn't help his eyes widening.

"It should be that the same camp can **** each other's shoulder straps, anyway, no one is watching." Wallace said while looking at the battlefield.

"Yes, it is cannon fodder after all. No one cares about their lives. The upper level only cares about their results." Koss nodded and looked in the direction of the battlefield.

"Huh! It's him." Kos suddenly shrank his pupils and his eyes fell on a person on the battlefield.

"What's the matter? Cos, who is it?" Wallace saw Coss so surprised, you know, Coss rarely showed such an expression.

"Look at that, there is a silver-haired child on the battlefield, about eleven or twelve years old, who is being besieged by four adults." Koss pointed to an area in the center of the battlefield.

As reminded by Kos's words, Titch and the others looked at the center of the battlefield. They would not care about such a small war originally, but Kos's performance made them a little curious, who is that "he"?

It can be seen that a silver-haired boy, naked to the top, looks very thin, but shows amazing strength. These are all good at surviving in the cannon fodder camp. Among them, there are so many orphans, children, Adults have a great advantage in it.

But even so, facing the siege of four adults, it is not weaker than the wind, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and constantly sweeping left and right, every time he will attack the weapons of these adults, block, and then catch. Live the opportunity to attack.

The wooden sticks in their hands kept hitting their opponents, causing them to suffer from bursts of pain, but after all, it was four-on-one. Soon, they seized the opportunity. The three of them resisted the boy’s attack, and the boy wanted to see it. Backing away, one of them blocked the wooden stick he swung out, while the other two stood beside him, holding iron rods or steel pipes in their hands and swaying towards the young man.

"You white-haired devil, die for me. When you die, we will be free." One of them opened his eyes and said excitedly.

The young man didn’t change his face. The adult in front of him drove out his full strength, but he was still easily blocked by the young man’s wooden stick. He felt the danger on both sides. Iron rod.

As an adult, you have a great advantage in the cannon fodder camp. The weapons you get are also the best. Unlike other people who have wooden sticks, some don’t even have the weapons they want. They can only pick up rocks on the ground. That serves as a weapon in one's own hands.

The top of the wooden stick was sharpened somewhat sharply, and it was in a conical shape. At this time, the threat that it erupted was even more deadly than that of a harder iron rod. The tip directly penetrated the abdomen of an adult.

He stared at his abdomen blankly, the sharp pain, somewhat unbelievable, he was about to die like this, in the cannon fodder camp, when he fell ill, no one would treat them, and even the injuries would not be cured. At most, I will give you a few bandages to bandage the wound yourself.

However, the young man would not give him time to react. He snatched the iron rod in his hand. The attacks on both sides had already come. He instinctively dodged sideways. While avoiding the steel pipe on the right, the iron rod in his hand swung at the same moment. Go out, swing to the left, and bring out a strong wind, the two iron rods touch each other, but undoubtedly, the strength of the boy is greater.

The iron rod in the adult's hand fell off from his hand and was blasted away by the powerful force. However, in his eyes, a black light flashed, and an iron rod had already swung toward his head and neck.

The blood splashed out, and the head of the iron rod slashed his neck in an instant, a fatal blow.

However, it's not over yet, with a backhand wave of the iron rod and swing to the right. The adult who held the steel pipe before faced this blow ~ www.novelhall.com ~ this dangerous blow, and wanted to avoid it. But he couldn't react, the speed of the wand was too fast, and it also struck his neck.

The three men who besieged him were killed by the Jedi in this way. Two died and one was seriously injured. However, there was another, behind him, a man holding an iron rod, from top to bottom, towards the young man’s head, and hit the young man’s head with one rod. .

Turning to his side, the iron rod that was swung down did not hit the boy's head, but landed on the boy's shoulders.

However, the boy didn't change his face. This stick did not seem to hurt at all. "Devil, white-haired devil." Seeing the boy like this, the adult finally felt the fear. The four of them besieged together, but they failed.

The rumored white-haired devil really made him feel scared.

He couldn't help but step back two steps. However, what he faced was the indifferent eyes, the floating silver hair, and the iron rod that had been waved.

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