Cui Shaofu drank a glass of wine to himself, touched his slightly lame leg, and smiled gloomily.

The remaining three fell silent one after another.

"If you want to open up, don't blame yourself."

Ning Chen pressed Cui Shaofu's shoulder and tried to comfort him.

Cui Shaofu hummed softly, and his mood was still depressed.

This wine, because of the recollection of some old events, caused the atmosphere to become more and more depressing.

In fact, Cui Shaofu's leg, although it is lame, has not had a big impact, and it has become a waste so far, which is even more nonsense.

What's more, he was a left-hand cavalry general, fighting on horseback, and in terms of legs and feet, as long as the coordination is good enough, it basically does not affect his mobility.

The reason for this is the case.

It's nothing more than because of four words, and I feel uneasy.

"If it weren't for him, I would have died on the battlefield back then." Cui Shaofu drank a glass of wine, and suddenly burst into tears.

In battlefield battles, life and death are often on the line.

And in the harsh environment, except for relying on comrades who fight side by side, no one dares to guarantee that they will not die in a hundred battles.

Now how high the trust of the soldiers is in their comrades, Ning Chen is not qualified to evaluate.

However, the first batch of veterans who started with him, he Ning Chen can pat his chest and guarantee that he will definitely be the best, and he can die on behalf of his comrades without hesitation and without regrets.

In fact, the real mention of this old incident goes back a long way.

At that time, at the peak stage of Ninghetu, there were actually two brave divisions, not only including one hundred and eight white-clothed guards, but also another mysterious team of one hundred and eight people.

Although it is secretly managed by Bai Qi.

However, in fact, no one can be mobilized by Fei Ninghetu, and in terms of treatment, he is at the same level as the white guard, or even surpasses it.

If the white guard is responsible for concealing and ensuring the safety of his Ning Hetu.

Then, that mysterious team is the immortal god soldiers who charge into battle, and when it comes to combat effectiveness, the Desert Xuanjia may not be able to wipe them out.

"One hundred and eight days of God General."

Ning Chen pushed the wine glass, his expression showed a hint of remembrance, and finally his face was full of loneliness, and he sighed alone.

The general of Tiance God has not many establishments, and because of the mystery, even if he has fought many battles, the name of the number has been the most thunderous group in the northern grasslands.

However, except for a few people such as Ning Jian and Bai Qi of the Eight Royal Clans, even Ning Zhixiao, who has the power of the Ning Royal Family, it is not clear whose team this Heavenly Ce God General is?

It's too mysterious.

Especially after a certain battle in the past, the Heavenly Ce God General never appeared again, and disappeared cleanly, as if it had never appeared in the Wanli Plain.

After that, time flies, and the eight royal families gradually forget that there was once such a team.

As for the Tiance Divine General, why did he suddenly disappear, in the final analysis, it was because, after someone's nod, he personally disbanded this ace army regiment that the members of the team would carry another identity and enter other camps.

Endure the pain and cut love.

Even today, when he thinks of this team, Ning Chen's mood is still very heavy, so heavy that it is like a stone, pressing on his heart, and he can't breathe.

Regarding the reason for the dissolution, it involves the last mysterious mission that the Tiance God will perform, and in that battle, many people died, and the establishment was completely disabled, so it was disbanded.

The number banner of the Tiance Divine General was handed over to Bai Qi by Ning Chen for safekeeping.

Since then, Tiance has never appeared in the eyes of the public, and the past is like a small wave in the long river of time, and in the end, it will become a passing cloud.

And Cui Shaofu is one of the one hundred and eight people in Tiance Divine General.

He is also a left-hand rider.

"I'm to blame for that." Ning Chen blamed himself.

That time involved a top-secret mission, led by Cui Shaofu himself.

It's a pity that because of the lack of understanding in the early stage, the whole army was ambushed, and finally fell into a tragic situation of 100 people fighting 20,000 people.

This proportion of the scale of the battle can be regarded as a real example of success in fighting more with less, but unfortunately it involves top secrets, and the outside world does not know how this battle was fought.

Naturally, there is no way to figure out what kind of team is this when a hundred people fight 20,000 people, and half of the living force can be saved?

Cui Shaofu's leg was injured at that time.

"Young marshal, you said that Xiao Yun is a big old man who is not dead, will he become a generation of famous generals now?"

Cui Shaofu poured a sip of liquor with his head sullen, looking lonely.

In a team of more than 100 people, the basic familiarity between the team members can no longer be familiar, and in the same way, the feelings for each other are also very close, life and death comrades, like siblings.

"Hey, hey."

Cui Shaofu thought about it, and suddenly laughed to himself, "That big old man, he talks to Lao Tzu every day, what can he do if he doesn't know the big words?" This war depends on whose sword is sharp, not whose pen is powerful, so he always thinks that sooner or later he will be promoted to a general. ”

"But, I have to admit that this guy, the war is called fierce, that time we beat each other with 100 people and 20,000 people, this kid is not afraid of death, rushed to the front, and scolded Lao Tzu for being a coward, hurry up and roll away......"

After a pause, Cui Shaofu took a deep breath and muttered, "Actually, I know that this big boss is deliberately sending us to death when we break through." ”

The rough man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked back at himself a few times in a daze before charging into battle.

That reluctant look, Cui Shaofu will never forget it for the rest of his life.

I can't forget that when they are occasionally idle, they also give their future children what kind of baby relatives and brothers they make.

"I didn't survive every time, just that once, I didn't get through."

Cui Shaofu hammered his head and said with regret, "Young marshal, if I go to rush that time, will I be able to become Xiao Yun when I come back?" ”

Close your eyes.

It seemed like a nightmare again, and he saw the heroic back left by Xiao Yun before he died.

Ten thousand arrows pierced his body, and his face was covered with blood.

Even at the last moment, the big old man still supported his armpit with a war spear, so that his crumbling body stood stiffly on the bleak and empty hillside.

One shot diagonally.

People do not fall down, it is the backbone of the wind, and it is also the last dignity.

As a result, after the remnants of the other party's soldiers and horses saw this heroic scene, the whole army raised their swords, placed them horizontally above their heads, and bowed deeply three times towards the body of the rough man.

"I have a guilty conscience."

After Cui Shaofu finished his last sentence, the whole person had fallen on the table, and there was no sound.

Ning Chen silently took off his clothes and put them on the veteran's shoulders.

"If Xiao Yun has a spirit in the sky and sees you living so passively, and even taking the initiative to take off your military armor because of escapism, he will definitely really scold you for being a coward......"

Ning Chen lowered his head and muttered to himself.

(End of chapter)