Chapter 1295: Gift of Treasure

And the mastermind of this struggle, Beijia, hasn't even dispatched a single soldier. Just by creating such momentum, it has already formed great pressure on Panlongcheng.

Candies are delivered in front, and big sticks are hung high in the back. Ordinary countries often surrender before resisting, letting it take whatever it wants.

However, Panlongcheng is not an ordinary country. The candy of recruitment has never tempted it, and the high-hanging big stick cannot intimidate it.

"When do I set off?"

"Initially set for a month later." Zhong Shengguang had already thought it through. "Before opening the knife on Xianyou, we must also make preparations and do enough false appearances; if the Xiro army moves west, it must borrow the way through Jin Tao, and we will know."

Beijia's painstaking efforts to create momentum are nothing but posturing in front of the iron-blooded Panlong. While it is posturing, Zhong Shengguang decided to cut off its claws and teeth first to prepare for the next round of storms.

"Yes." He Lingchuan knew that he had to train troops harder this time.

Although it is estimated to be a month later, war is always sudden and never gives people perfect preparation.

"After this hurdle is passed, I will invite you to drink, the green plum wine I brewed myself! Since I took office in Panlongcheng, I have brewed a jar of green plum wine every year, and now I have accumulated nearly twenty jars."

Unexpectedly, Zhong Shengguang had such elegance, He Lingchuan laughed: "Good, then I will help Zhong eliminate the inventory."

Leaving the superior's study, the guards along the way all saluted He Lingchuan, their eyes full of admiration for the hero.

And in He Lingchuan's view, these young and upright figures bathed in the rain of flowers were just as rigid and soft as Panlongcheng.

The future is very harsh, but they have hope.

Walking out of the government office, it was almost dark, so He Lingchuan pushed the time to return to Ximo Ridge to the next day and sent someone to notify Xin Yi.

At this time, another subordinate reported quickly: "General, Sha Wei won seven consecutive games and won the qualification to be selected for the Huyi Army. Three of his companions also entered, and the rest were knocked off the arena."

He Lingchuan praised with a smile: "Oh? Good kid!"

Sha Wei spoke big words in the arena, and I don't know how many Panlongcheng soldiers wanted to beat him. Being able to survive seven rounds, the difficulty is much greater than the vanguard selection of the Huyi Army itself.

It seems that this is also a good way to select vanguards, and the arena competition in the Reading Hall can have one more use in the future.

The messenger reported that although Sha Wei won seven rounds, he was seriously injured himself, but he insisted on waiting for Xin Yi to announce the victory in public before fainting.

At that time, the applause under the stage was like thunder, all praise for him.

Although Sha Wei was arrogant before, he finally proved his strength with actions and won the recognition of the Panlong military and civilians.

Although he didn't lose his arms or legs, he had to lie in bed and recuperate for a period of time.

His companions were also injured to varying degrees, and the good news was that no one died.

"Let A-Luo go over and treat their injuries. Use good medicine, don't make trouble." He Lingchuan said this, not just to take care of Lingshan's face.

For a character like Sha Wei, He Lingchuan not only didn't dislike him, but appreciated him very much. Fierce battles are imminent, and the Huyi Army needs strong and tenacious warriors. "After their injuries heal, send the battle armor and team leader token of the Huyi Army over."

His army never refuses capable madmen, but will severely repair those who are both mad and dish, simply because they don't know their own weight.

Receiving General He's order, A-Luo hugged the medicine box and went to treat the injuries.

The pills Sha Wei and others received, the taste was more bitter than Coptis chinensis, and they couldn't recover for half a day, or a spicy energy rushed straight to the spirit, choking them to tears.

But they had to eat it, the medical officer was staring, the personal guards were staring, and whoever didn't eat it would be stuffed into their mouths.

Sha Wei wanted to protest, but as soon as his mouth opened, he was stuffed with another one. This time, not only was he bitter to the point of doubting life, but there was also a smelly fishy smell, and he burped straight after eating, each burp could smoke himself to death.

"Is it necessary?" He raised his intact left hand to cover his mouth. "Don't you have anything else?"

"Good medicine tastes bitter." A-Luo showed him a benevolent smile. "The better the effect, the more bitter it is. Others want to eat such bitter medicine, but they can't eat it. From today on, take medicine twice a day, at least for seven days."

Seven days... fourteen times of bitterness! Everyone was not afraid of licking blood on the blade, but they felt timid about this bitter medicine.

The wound had been dealt with, he patted Sha Wei on the shoulder, and walked away leisurely.

This pat made Sha Wei grin, and he asked the medical soldier on the side: "Does he dislike me?"

"A-Luo is our General's military doctor." The medical soldier smiled. "When the General was injured, A-Luo also chased the General to stuff medicine, and didn't treat you differently."

Oh, the General is also afraid of this medicine. No, Sha Wei and others were stunned for a while before they understood:

General He actually sent his personal medical officer to treat them.

This medical soldier took out several hook ropes from the back and distributed them one by one: "This is a spider silk rope, the material is the silk thread woven by the cave spider queen, and the toughness is excellent. The General said, you will use it soon."

Everyone took it and played with it, all smiling. One of them said to Sha Wei: "We made trouble in the tavern, but the General rewarded us instead!"

Sha Wei glanced at him: "Is your brain broken? The General is clearly rewarding us for winning the arena!"

As soon as the voice fell, A-Luo walked in from outside again, stuffing a crane-beak sickle to Sha Wei:

"Almost forgot, this is a gift from General Huyi to you, and it is also a weapon he personally captured from a Beijia general!"

This weapon is named because its shape is similar to a long-necked crane beak. Sha Wei liked it as soon as he saw it.

A-Luo continued: "The General observed your skills

Sha Wei was overjoyed: "Please convey to the General on Sha's behalf that he will certainly not be disappointed!"

He gripped a crane-beak sickle and couldn't help but swing it a few times. It whistled in the wind and was very handy: "Good treasure!"

If there were an enemy in front of him, he could open the opponent's head like a coconut shell, one chisel per hole.

The fellow disciples on the side looked on with great envy: "Senior Brother Sha has come to the right place; the General thinks highly of you."

Sha Wei stroked the blade of the crane-beak sickle, reluctant to put it down.

The Daoist sect itself has complicated rituals and is most wary of rebellion and ostentation. In the sect, the elders' requirement for Sha Wei was to restrain his temperament and practice with devotion; later, when he finally managed to get down the mountain and join the army, his personality hit walls everywhere in the army and he was suppressed by his superiors. If he didn't have real, solid skills, he would have been expelled dozens of times already.

However, this time fighting the life-and-death ring in Panlongcheng, he was very sure that what he heard before fainting was cheering, not heckling! The people of Panlongcheng don't hate him, and the soldiers of Panlong don't hate him either.

After just one meeting, the Tiger Wing General not only sent a personal military doctor but also gifted him a powerful weapon.

(End of chapter)