Chapter 573 Begging Thieves

"Commander, new troops have arrived to support us."

In the camp, Ye Fan had just returned from the front line, and the deputy general came to report in a hurry.

"Okay, you go and greet him." Ye Fan replied simply, sat down, and started to restore his physical strength by entering the holy method.

With the operation of the Saint Method, a stream of steam emitted from Ye Fan's body, and the blood on his body evaporated, bringing out a pungent smell of blood.

Ye Fan is a little tired. He has the Elemental Pot and the Abyssal Beast, which can achieve theoretical permanent motion. But such a long and almost sleepless battle is very taxing on the body, and there is another kind of psychological problem. oppression.

If you keep killing people until the end, you will get tired. This tiredness will ferment in the constant blood and make your knife dull.

"We have been guarding Zhaoyang Pass for ten days." Ning Mengnian arrived. In a few days, he seemed to have grown a lot, but he still had the energy of a young man in his eyes.

"More than half of the rebels have suffered casualties. I think it's time for us to counterattack."

"Counterattack?" Hearing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at Ning Mengnian. Before he could say anything, there was a loud bang outside the camp, followed by panicked voices.

"what happens."

Ye Fan and Ning Mengnian both stood up and just walked out when a group of generals walked in supporting a middle-aged man covered in blood.

Taking a closer look, that person was Ningxia Chuan.

Ning Mengnian was shocked and quickly squeezed in front of Ning Xiachuan, only to see that his eyes were tightly closed and he seemed to be too seriously injured.

"It's over." With just one glance, Ning Mengnian's face suddenly turned pale, and she quickly went to see Mark.

Ye Fan's face was also very solemn at this time, and everyone slowly separated. He slowly came to Ningxiachuan, stretched out his hand, and pressed Ningxiachuan's pulse.

"You can't tell." Before he had time to explore, Ning Xiachuan suddenly coughed violently and grabbed Ye Fan: "I have been seriously injured. I'm afraid I won't be able to fight anymore."

Hearing this, Ye Fan paused, and then retracted his hand silently.

The people around him were in chaos, and the confidence they had finally built up over the past ten days was wiped out at this moment.

"Commander, how can this be good?"

"Take Principal Ning for treatment first." Ye Fan replied, waving his hands, but outside, laughter rang from the sky.

"Jiejiejiejie."

The sound came, and Ye Fan walked out of the camp. At a glance, he saw the Zhaoyang Gate, with seven figures like seven black suns, covering the sky.

"Child Ye Fan, Ningxia River has been severely damaged by us, and your barrier is useless. Are you ready to die?"

A sarcastic voice sounded, and Mark raised his head without replying, and his eyes became a little cold.

The army was nervous, and all the generals stood beside Ye Fan to protect him. Without the restrictions of Ningxia River at this moment, if the seven kings charged into the formation, they would not be able to stop him.

"Just because you are a bunch of trash, if we want to kill you, we can take your lives at any time."

"We are all human beings. I will leave a way for you to survive for the time being. I will give you a night. If you dare to resist at dawn tomorrow, you will die without a burial place!"

"As for you, Ye Fan, when the sun rises, we will definitely use your and Ningxia Chuan's heads to pay homage to the Young Holy Master!!"

The earth was echoing the words of the seven people, and after finishing speaking, the seven people returned towards the rebels at high speed. In not much time, violent roars sounded one after another from the rear of the rebels in the distance.

"The Seven Kings are taking action against the reinforcements in the rear." Everyone heard the roar. Many people showed fear, but most of the people standing next to Ye Fan did not.

Compared with the people who were temporarily pulled from Kyoto, these generals who came from all over the world were obviously not afraid of death. At this moment, they were filled with righteous indignation.

"We, the human race, are so strong and strong, how can we bow to the rebels!"???

"Nothing but death!!"

"..."

Everyone's angry words were in his ears. Ye Fan looked around everyone, his eyes fluctuating a little, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

…

Soon, it was night.

Tonight, Zhaoyang Pass was particularly uneasy. Many people fled at the moment of the seven kings' ultimatum. The entire Zhaoyang Pass was pitch dark, with no tents and lights, and the sound of rustling footsteps was everywhere.

The commander's camp also had no lights on. Ye Fan was sitting in his seat at this time, listening to the dense and subtle footsteps in the darkness, looking at the map on the table in front of him, his whole figure was like a piece of iron, silent and silent. A hint of sound.

"You haven't left yet?" At a certain moment, a plain voice sounded.

Ye Fan looked up and saw Ningxia Chuanzheng standing there quietly at the door of the camp. At this time, his clothes were neat and his face was calm. He no longer looked as miserable as he did during the day.

Ye Fan remained silent, while Ning Xiachuan looked at Ye Fan with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "They are still afraid of me. Tonight is the best time for you to leave."

"I know that the person who came to pick you up from the Zhantian Army is in front of Zhaoyang Pass. You can leave now and return to Nanchuan. You can start your true journey to become a hero right away."

"Why, we have planned so much, but at this juncture, you want to be a loyal minister of the human race?"

"I have never been loyal to the human race." Ye Fan replied, looking up at this time, his eyes were cold but turbulent, "I just feel a little pity."

"Those people who are still in Zhaoyang Gate, in another era, they should have been the strongest backbone of the human race. It is a pity that the human race is like a moth to the flames."

"The backbone is hidden under the skin. If the skin is not broken, no one can see the appearance of the backbone." Ning Xiachuan shook his head, "It is precisely because the human race is so decayed and they happened to sacrifice that all this becomes meaningful."

"If it were another era, they would have remained anonymous all their lives without even a chance to shine."

"I always disagree with the principal's ideas." Ye Fan shook his head in the same way and waved his hand: "I will leave. The substitute has already been arranged. The principal doesn't have to worry about us being found out soon."

"I'm not worried that you will be emotional. I just came to chat with you." Ning Xiachuan replied, smiling slightly: "Our cooperation is perfect. If there is a chance, maybe we can cooperate again."

"I don't want a next time." Ye Fan looked helplessly at Ning Xiachuan and asked, "Will the principal leave alone without taking your son with you?"

"Son?" Hearing this, Ning Xiachuan fell silent for a moment, and then quickly said to himself: "If my son died with me in Zhaoyang Pass, maybe it would be more real?"

"As expected of Principal Ning." Ye Fan snorted, not sure if it was irony or something, and said: "In order to achieve the goal, any means will be used, and even the son who was raised by himself can be sacrificed at will. Principal Ning is the real hero."

"It's too derogatory to use something like a hero to praise a wildfire like you and me." Ning Xiachuan replied, seeming to be tired, yawning, and stretching at the same time.

"Boy, it was a pleasure cooperating with you this time. See you soon."

After saying this, the breeze swept away, and the next moment, Ningxia River had disappeared into the camp.

There was a moment of tranquility in the camp, and Ye Fan was silent for a while, then stood up, as if he wanted to go out and see Zhaoyang Pass again.

As soon as he stood up, the sound of dense footsteps sounded outside the camp.

Ye Fan showed a vigilant look and put his hand on the hilt of the black sword behind him. Before he could make any more moves, the tent was opened, and then, a group of generals headed by Zhang Shichun walked in carrying a sack.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan was a little surprised. When he looked at everyone, they all knelt down on one knee.

"Commander, we will launch a general attack on the rebels tonight, and I came here to say goodbye to the commander."

"You know you can't do it but you do it..."

Ye Fan was silent for a few seconds and then said:

"Give me the names and addresses of your wife, children, parents, and I will treat you kindly if you have the opportunity to contact them in the future."

"The war is coming, there is no time to delay." One of the leading generals replied, handing over to Ye Fan: "We heard that Commander Ye Fan has always been kind to the people. If the young and old in the family are lucky enough to meet the commander in the future, they will definitely be treated well without taking care of them. ”

"You..." Ye Fan was speechless again. He looked at everyone with a complicated expression and sighed.

"Commander, there is no need to sigh for us." The general replied, but he was open-minded: "Now that we are here, we have never thought about going back."

"Yes." Another person stood up: "We are here just to kill two more rebels and eradicate some evil for the human race."

"Although the last journey involves death, at least it can let the traitors know that our human race is not without loyal and martyrs!"

"..."

The generals spoke to each other like last words. Soon, each of them finished speaking, then stood up, raised his hands to Ye Fan, and threw the sack.

The sack fell in front of Ye Fan, revealing his head, it was Ning Mengnian.

"We have saved General Ning's son for him. This boy fought with us. It can be seen that he is a very powerful talent. He is so young and will definitely contribute to the human race when he grows up in the future. He should not die here like us."

"General Ning doesn't seem like a friendly person, so he bothered Commander Ye Fan to take him away."

Hearing this, Ye Fan was a little sad, and silently tied up the sack and carried it away.

These generals are loyal to the human race, but they are not foolishly loyal, nor are they without brains. They all know the true meaning of the battle at Zhaoyang Pass.

Ye Fan will not die, nor will Ningxia Chuan, and those who escaped will not die. The only ones who will really die are those who know the outcome but still want to put out the fire.

"Commander Ye Fan, time is urgent. I'll take my leave." Soon, everyone said goodbye.

Ye Fan didn't speak, just nodded slowly, watched everyone walk out, and walked out of the tent.

The generals mounted their horses and raised the flags in their hands. His former subordinates followed, all lined up neatly, with firm and powerful eyes, straight chests and straight waists.

After the team was assembled, the next moment, the generals raised their arms and shouted, and their horses charged. The closed Zhaoyang Pass gate also opened at this moment, revealing the slightly astonished faces of the rebels outside the pass.

Under the moonlight, the flags held high in the hands of the generals were like dazzling suns, raising deafening shouts:

"Just to beg thieves!!"