Lin Feng ignored Su Shiyilu's disgusting face.

He smiled and said, "General, you have to protect Mr. Lin."

Su Shiyilu: "..."

The disgustingness of these words was no longer as disgusting as eating shit. Instead, he opened his mouth and forcefully poured fecal water into it. Su Shiyilu came up with the idea of ​​letting Lin Feng die here. Enemies do not have to be killed.

You can kill yourself or borrow a knife to kill someone.

Either way, it's death, as long as people die.

The intercepted enemy general wanted to pursue him despite his failure.

Su Shiyilu couldn't let him do this.

Without thinking, he ducked near Lin Feng and shot away the enemy general he was killing. It didn't matter whether Lin Feng died or not. The important thing was that he could escape unscathed if Lin Feng died. Without thorough preparations, Lin Feng

Her life must be kept by herself.

Lin Feng did not continue to provoke Su Shiyilu.

Seeing him coming, he whispered briefly: "Take me out!"

Almost at the same moment, the barrier used to block the fire in the Northern Desert cracked and shattered. Judging from the direction of the crack's spread and expansion, it should have been done by the retreating Wuzhou generals. The fire seemed to be holding its breath, and the barrier shattered.

After it burst apart, with overwhelming power, it set off a wave of flames several feet high, which first ruthlessly engulfed the nearest warehouse, and then ruthlessly burned all the fire extinguisher soldiers.

As soon as Lin Feng said "withdraw", Su Shiyilu didn't even hesitate. He grabbed her collar and put her on his shoulders. He feinted at the pursuers and rushed into the fire. How could the enemy general know this?

He let the two of them off easily and immediately chose to catch up.

"Be born to be a great person——"

Lin Feng endured the discomfort in his stomach.

Once again, Su Shiyilu was given the Amplified Word Spirit.

She suspected that the other party was taking the opportunity to retaliate against her!

As for why she didn't run away on her own?

Firstly, her literary energy has been exhausted, and even the literary palace has only a wisp of stock left. It is not easy to wake up the special grass seeds hidden in the food and grass, and it almost drains her dry; secondly, even if she still has literary energy, various ways of increasing it

Even with the addition of a spiritual spirit, it would be difficult for her to catch up with the courageous warrior in running speed. If she and Su Shiyilu were to go their separate ways, the latter would hate her to death and would definitely find a way to throw her away, or even kill the enemy.

After being brought to her side, Lin Feng didn't want to die here.

It was the lesser of two evils, and she tolerated it!

Su Shiyilu obviously doesn't have a good temper.

He deliberately did not avoid the fire scene, and went straight to the main force of his troops. Lin Feng could only use his little grace to protect himself from being burned by the fire. When he met the main force that broke out of the encirclement, her hair was severely burnt.

Cut, skin glowing red.

She crossed her arms to protect her head, so her arms were burned with large blisters, and she even smelled a little burnt.

"Don't stop the army, fight out!"

Su Shiyilu snorted coldly when he saw Lin Feng didn't say anything.

There were also two literary scholars accompanying the army, both of whom were from Wuzhou. They had previously assisted the main force in rushing out of the encirclement from the fire, and their literary energy had been exhausted. The two noticed Lin Feng's condition and wanted to help, but because the commander was

Su Shiyilu did not dare to act arbitrarily.

Lin Fengwen's energy was exhausted, and it would be difficult for her to keep up with the army. For a moment, the two of them looked in a dilemma.

Su Shiyilu naturally did not intend to let Lin Feng die now.

But he didn't say that he couldn't make her life worse than death.

"Follow me, or you'll stay and wait to die!" Su Shiyiru couldn't help Lin Feng choosing the latter, and felt a little relieved in his heart.

He did not forget that his nephew's head was cut off and embalmed with salt, but such a vigorous child died early. It was rational for him to restrain himself from taking revenge. How could he take care of his enemies and take care of them? Haha, let's eat the pain.

Lin Feng, however, had no anxiety at all about being manipulated, and he didn't even have any hatred or hatred. He just looked at him with burning eyes: "General Su Shiyilu, you'd better think clearly about how you can survive in the north without supplies.

How long do you want to stay in the desert hinterland?"

How long can a brave warrior endure without eating or drinking?

Is he familiar with the territory of the Northern Desert?

Lin Feng sternly said: "Without me, you will all be buried with me!"

She brought these soldiers and horses to burn food, without giving them time to prepare enough dry food. The only time she provided supplies was to contact a merchant named Chen, get information from the other party, and sneak into the Beimo Granary under the guise of escorting bribes and condolences. During the operation

The food consumed was brought out by the convoy, and three days after it was successfully mixed into the Beimo Granary, the people at the granary were responsible for the food.

How many days of dry food does Su Shiyilu's Wuzhou army have?

Can they return to Zhuyue Pass before starving to death?

Everyone is dreaming!

Lin Feng looked at Su Shiyilu, whose face was darker than a stinking ditch. The joy in his heart overwhelmed the burns on his arms. Su Shiyilu glared at Lin Feng with a murderous look, but he also knew that the other person was indeed pinching his lifeline.

Food supply is a critical issue.

"What are you looking at? Didn't you see that the military advisor was injured?"

Su Shiyilu became angry and forced himself to say this.

The Wuzhou scribes who were criticized by him suffered a terrible disaster.

All the generals knew that he was in a bad mood, and no one dared to get into trouble. The two scribes divided their labors and cooperated. One continued to command the soldiers and mobilized morale to fight a bloody path, while the other used his few literary skills to help

Lin Feng's breath stabilized.

Lin Fengwengong was successful, and his literary spirit recovered very quickly.

After a few breaths, the discomfort in my chest eased.

Su Shiyilu was out of sight and chose to cut off the rear to block the pursuing enemy troops, leaving the front to his generals.

Lin Feng was carefully guarded in a safe position.

The fire burned all night.

The granary camp was completely ruined.

The army fled dozens of miles away. The sky where the granary camp was located was vaguely red and white. The fire was completely out of control. Except for those with martial energy to protect their bodies, most of the Bei Desert granary guards who were caught in the sea of ​​fire were

The soldiers were afraid that they would all die.

The rising sun is rising, and the thick darkness of night has finally faded away.

Su Shiyilu fell slowly from a high altitude.

The soldiers and horses were hiding in a secluded place to rest and recuperate.

Lin Feng found a place to lean on. She roasted the dagger on the fire for a while, let it cool, and then used it to cut off the skin on the burnt part of her arm. The blood dripped down, and some of it was sprinkled on the hem of her clothes.

Some of them fell into the mud. After treating one arm, she bit one end of the torn cloth strip, held the other end in her hand, and wrapped the wound tightly. After finishing, she did the same with the other arm. The whole process was shameless.

expression.

These wounds are not big and can be healed by Wen Qi.

It just inevitably leaves some ugly scars.

Just go back to Dr. Xinglin at the Medical Department and you can take care of it.

Su Shiyilu watched indifferently from the side. Although Lin Feng did not say a word, the beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down one after another, leaving traces of the ashes stained on his cheeks, revealing

Turns out fair complexion: “Have you seen enough?”

Su Shiyilu said: "It's quite cruel."

Be ruthless to your enemies and the same to yourself.

Lin Feng casually grabbed a piece of cloth, wiped off the blood on the dagger, and put the scabbard back: "A literary scholar who is not ruthless will never grow up, and when he grows up, he will only be a stepping stone for others. Lin

Accept the general's compliment, is there anything else you can do?"

Su Shiyilu doesn't mince words either.

"I want to see you scream in pain."

Was it that painful when his nephew died?

Lin Feng said lightly: "Oh, I swept away General Yaxing."

Su Shiyilu was not as murderous as last night. She didn't die last night, and it was even less likely that she would die today. He was going to skip this unpleasant topic and ask another question: "Before the fire barrier disappears, where else can she die?"

Why did the warehouse suddenly catch fire?"

What he wanted to ask more was why the fire went so well?

Food is not that easy to burn.

They didn't even have strong fire oil. It was so weird that Lin Feng allowed the fire to spread to an uncontrollable level in such a short time.

Lin Feng ignored the scribe's manners, bent his legs, and rested his two injured arms on his knees, leaning back lazily: "Because of the advance planning, the grain and grass sent to Beimo are not for nothing.
To be continued...