Three hundred and twentieth chapters met an acquaintance
Huchihuchi...
Su Ping'an gasped for air.
The battle was finally over, the barbarian died and he survived.
Looking at the corpse of the barbarian gradually lying on the ground in front of him, Su Ping'an didn't feel any discomfort in his heart, but he just breathed a sigh of relief.
"Boy, good job!"
Zhang Bin walked up at this time. He had already picked up his simple knife from the ground and put it back into the scabbard. Then he came forward and patted Su Pingan on the shoulder, looking very pleased.
After this battle, Su Ping'an was already half a veteran. After experiencing the baptism of life, death and blood, he was much more stable than before.
But looking back at the battle just now, the two recruits who had fought side by side with Su Pingan could no longer stand up. This was the price of war.
Zhang Bin's face was also a little heavy, but he still spoke to comfort him: "If you think about it, there are no immortals in war. Maybe one day, you and I will lie on the ground like them and never stand up again. So we
What we can do now is to kill a few more barbarians. Killing one is enough to make a profit, and killing two is a profit."
Being in a war, there is today and no tomorrow. It is useless to think too much. The veterans have already looked away.
Su Ping'an shook his head and tried hard not to think about these messy things.
At the end of the war, there were more than 7,000 people in the vanguard camp. They took advantage of the right time and place for a sneak attack and killed nearly 10,000 barbarians in this camp. But even so, the army still killed more than 100 people and injured nearly 300 people.
people.
This shows how brave the barbarians are.
"Take inventory of the battle, check if there is anything missing, and then return to camp as a whole!"
Soon the military orders from above came down, and the army prepared to return in triumph.
However, while taking inventory of the battle, Su Ping'an suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some changes in his body. He hurriedly took a closer look, and then discovered that the Wenxin tree in his body suddenly came back, and Wenqi also appeared.
.
"Wenqi..."
Su Pingan was overjoyed.
Having just experienced such a dangerous battle, he now sees Wen Qi as if he were a relative. This is his biggest reliance on whether he can survive on the battlefield.
But soon, his smile faded, because he found that only a small part of his literary spirit had returned, and he could barely reach the second realm of literati, which was far from his peak cultivation of the seventh realm of scribes.
Both young and old.
"What's going on? Why did Wenqi suddenly appear again, but only a little bit? Is it because I killed a barbarian, and only one barbarian?"
Su Pingan gradually seemed to understand.
Wenshan's test seems to have intentionally blocked everyone's literary spirit at the beginning, just to let everyone survive this test based on their true skills. As long as the barbarians can be killed, the literary spirit will reappear, which is equivalent to a reward.
"Then does this mean that as long as you kill enough barbarians, your strength will be restored?!"
Su Ping'an felt that he had mastered the rules of this test, and he chuckled and said: "This old Confucian sage is quite good at playing. But this does give me the feeling of playing a game to defeat monsters and upgrade...
"
Although the cultural energy has not been restored much, it is enough for Su Pingan for the time being. After all, his embodied combat methods are simpler and more direct than ordinary literary cultivators. More importantly, his literary heart tree is back
, then the two strands of Daoyun on the Wenxin tree can also be used. In this way, he does not worry about running out of Wenqi at all, and with the ability of the two strands of 'Daoyun', he can use many powerful moves
It can also be used.
This is equivalent to others playing the game normally, but I have secretly opened a plug-in. How cool is this?
"It's good now. Now that you have some sense of civility, you won't have to fight so hard like today when you encounter those barbarians in the future!" Su Ping'an also felt a lot more confident.
The army began to prepare to return to camp and all the teams gathered. At this time, a scout suddenly came back in a hurry to report that a barbarian army of 30,000 had been discovered more than ten miles away and was heading here.
Upon hearing the news, the entire team immediately started moving.
"Leave off immediately, avoid confrontation with the enemy, and return to camp!"
The team had just experienced a big battle and was a little tired. Moreover, there was a huge difference in numbers compared to the enemy, so the forward battalion was not prepared for a head-on conflict with the enemy.
The army set off and began to evacuate in an orderly manner, quickly exiting the place where the enemy camped. It was still dark at this time, and the hilly areas were difficult to walk, so the army did not retreat quickly.
During the retreat, Su Pingan was marching behind Zhang Bin and the others. He was silently mobilizing his literary spirit to repair the damage caused to him by the barbarians.
But suddenly, a guy wearing long armor suddenly came behind him, patted his shoulder and shouted in a low voice: "Susheng Xiaomeng!"
This title surprised Su Ping'an and subconsciously said: "Who?"
"I, Dragon City!"
The sky was getting darker, and Su Ping'an got closer and realized that the guy in the long armor suit was actually Long Cheng, the leading student of the Academy of Arts.
But think about it, he is now in Wenshan's fantasy world of trials. Except for people from the Academy of Literature and the Palace of Literature, who would know his pen name? His current name is 'Tiewazi'.
"Are you also in this army? I saw that guy Feng Shaoyang before..."
Although Su Ping'an didn't have a good impression of the people in the liberal arts college, in such an environment, it was an unexpected surprise to suddenly see an acquaintance.
Long Cheng and Su Ping'an were marching side by side. He was afraid that others would hear their conversation, so he always lowered his voice and said: "I saw him too. He seems to be a general. I also found an opportunity to communicate with him before. According to what he said
He said that after he came here, he took advantage of his position to conduct research in the military, and now there are only four of us taking part in the test in this illusion."
"Four people? Who is the other one?"
"The other one is also a student from our liberal arts college, but he was already killed in the sneak attack just now..."
"Uh...then you have my condolences!"
"..."
Long Cheng's tone paused for a moment, then he shook his head, "I only discovered you after seeing your fight with that barbarian. I believe you should have discovered after this battle that our civility can only be achieved by killing barbarians.
Recovery, the more you kill, the faster you will recover..."
Su Pingan nodded.
Long Cheng continued: "Then do you know what test we are facing now?"
