I, A Soldier in the Field, A Ghost in the Smoke!

Bang bang bang!!Click, click...

Puff...

As the shotgun in Chen Yan's hand emptied its bullets, the monster whose skin was tightly grasped by Chen Yan fell to the ground with a mosaic, the yellow soil and green grass on the ground were soaked in the viscous red liquid. .

Patter.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Chen Yan blushed, his forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes were still red, and there were even blue veins on his face.

The gun in his hand fell to the ground, his hands and feet waving wildly, he looked extremely excited.

"West! The people in Company F should go and support them, don't let them come up, send the soldiers, send the soldiers to Laozi! I have a new life here... order..."

When he said the last sentence, Chen Yan stared, and suddenly covered his chest, breathing heavily, and fell to the ground. After a few convulsions, he gradually returned to calm.

In the quiet bamboo forest, the movement caused by Chen Yan was a little too big, so it also attracted the attention of other things.

"Dead Rabbit, are you sure the direction is here?"

"Yes, yes, definitely yes, can I still hear such a loud voice?"

"Believe you, the princess is in a bad mood when she is awakened in the middle of the night, and the master is in a similar state, don't waste my time."

The two black shadows walked in Chen Yan's direction while they were talking. Seeing the tragic situation on the scene, the shorter black shadow said in surprise:

"Wow! The blood is too far away, right? Tsk tusk, isn't this the drenching ball that other monsters hated some time ago? It looks like the body is about to be foamed."

The talking black shadow came to the side of the monster corpse that was beaten into mosaics by Chen Yan, and continued to complain:

"I didn't expect this guy to come to the lost bamboo forest, and it would be good if it was solved, just to save me from wasting energy...Hello, Ling Xian?"

The talking black shadow suddenly realized that his companion seemed to be looking at something in front of him, and he leaned forward in a puzzled manner. If he didn't look at it, he was shocked.

"Puff... how come there are humans here?!"

"No, it's not very clear, but... he seems to be in something wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I felt the emotion of excitement." The girl looked at the bloody corpse and the shotgun that fell beside Chen Yan, and speculated in a complicated mood: "That was... he did it. ?"

...

Chen Yan had a dream. He returned to the place where the war was full of flames. He was the commander of the battle. He was assassinated while sleeping one day. He heard the gunshots coming from outside...

He fought with his assassins. He finally used his melee combat and the guns in his hands to kill the enemies who wanted to assassinate him...

Chapter 2 Language Confrontation

Feifeiyusi and the faint white fog around seemed to merge into one. In the vast sea of ​​fog, we could vaguely see strands of green bamboo leaves like silk.

Amidst the sound of shalala, there was a clear pattering sound from the chasers knocking on the stones in the courtyard, and the splashing sound of the water in the washing bowl, as if this is a paradise, a world truly integrated with nature.

A pair of small feet wrapped in white cotton socks stepped on a brown wooden plank. Outside the shoji door, a young girl was holding a tray. On the tray was a bowl of soup made from chicken and ginseng slices, and a cup of black paint. What boiled decoction? On the side of the cup, two spoons made of white porcelain were neatly placed there.

Suzusen, whose full name is Suzusen·Utanhuain·Inaba, but because the name is too long, almost everyone around me calls this girl as "Suzuma".

She was wearing a black female western-style uniform, and her lower body was a skirt as short as her knees. She was wearing such a cool dress, but she was surrounded by a gray and white spotted scarf around her neck. The slender hair on it always makes people caress. Impulse.

It should be warm, right?

This should be what most people thought when they first saw it.

However, compared to the scarf on her neck, there may be another thing that is easier to attract the attention of others, that is, the two big ears on top of her head.

Yes, they are two big ears, which look like rabbit ears.

Ling Xian stopped in front of the shoji door, and she was full of hesitation about entering the room in front of her.

In this room, which is generally used as a guest room, but in most cases, there will not be a guest coming for decades and hundreds of years. At this time, a very strange guest lives.

He was obviously a human, but he was suspected to have defeated a monster, and when he was discovered, he seemed to have not eaten for several days, and he had a high fever that lasted for a long time, even if he had a master for several days. After treatment, there is still no sign of fever.

She still remembered the teacher and craftsman sitting in the laboratory muttering to herself the night before:

"Why can a human have a fever of 47 degrees and haven't died for a week? He is a person?"

Although the words are crude and somewhat inconsistent with the doctor's morals, they perfectly reflect the impact of an objective fact on subjective thinking.

Her master is a doctor, a doctor who has studied medicine for many years. She has seen human patients, as well as many animals or non-human patients. Some of them have been fortunate to be rescued and survived. Some only left a sigh and were buried in the mud.

Medicine has never been a science composed only of goodwill. It has built the foundation for its development of high-rise buildings. It is countless people who have been killed by illness or in other ways.

Its past is not brilliant, but it is admirable.

Most humans have the same body structure, not as diverse as monsters, and their body conditions are also different.

In other words, this man is one of the most peculiar cases of humans that the master has ever seen.

It is also the most different human being that Lingxian has ever seen since the first time he saw a person.

Ling Xian carefully inspected the simple structure of the gun, and its power is not enough to kill the monster. It is quite possible to injure the monster, but it is like the monster killed by the gun that night a week ago. ...

Its body was just thrown away by the master and craftsman yesterday, as if it meant that its monster's self-healing ability and the demon power in the body had been stripped of its body, and it would die in the hands of this human.

When the master craftsman said this sentence, he downplayed it, but Ling Xian could feel a deep curiosity and solemnity from it.

——

"excuse me."

Ling Xian tapped on the door panel, and when he heard that there was no movement in the house like the previous few days, he opened the door silently and walked in.

There was a tatami bed in the innermost part of the room, and a small table less than one meter was placed on the side of the tatami. Ling Xian walked to the table and put the tray on the small table.

"Please forgive me."

Lingxian bowed slightly, and then gently helped Chen Yan to sit up from behind Chen Yan, and fed the unconscious Chen Yan with decoction to maintain his vitality and decoction to treat his symptoms.

She once learned with her masters how to take care of comatose patients. In addition, she had been feeding Chen Yan a few days ago, and the technique became more and more adept.

From beginning to end, there was no drop of decoction poured out from the white porcelain spoon. After the feeding, Ling Xian touched the side of his leg, and he was taken aback.

"Huh? Forgot to take the tissue..."

She looked at the handkerchief on her waist, and after thinking about it, she put Chen Yan back and left the room. Within a few minutes, Ling Xian walked in with a tissue, and after wiping Chen Yan's mouth, she packed up Ready to leave.