A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

The competition was arranged in the school field, where a square platform was temporarily built with thick wooden planks, about one foot long and wide, simple but very strong.

General Dou stood in the middle of the school grounds and set the rules, those who fell to the ground lost, those who fell off the platform lost, and the rest were fine as long as their lives were not involved.

The soldiers were ready to move, and Feng Ye felt very embarrassed.

This rule simply states that as long as you don't kill the leader of Feng Xie, you can be as happy as you are with missing arms and legs, and he, General Dou, will bear all the consequences.

Feng Ye suggested, "It's too much for many people to fight against me alone, why not choose one of the soldiers, and I will fight against him, it will be considered fair and just."

Dou Yibin nodded in agreement, and raised his hand to let the soldiers decide for themselves who will carry out the final challenge.

Feng Ye looked at the black and noisy crowd, his eyes were bleak, it was the first time in his life that he was scrambled by so many men, it was such a scene.

After a commotion, a strong man was released from the army.

Feng Ye glanced at him, this is a real strong man, nine feet tall, the width of three Feng Ye, one arm as thick as his waist, red face, and a pair of three The appearance of boys and girls is very terrifying.

The strong man walked up to the stage from the crowd, holding the long sword in his hand like a toothpick, Feng Ye felt in a trance that he was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered at this moment - if he was really that ignorant dude.

The soldiers surrounded the strong man and cheered: "Iron egg! Iron egg!"

The young man just felt noisy, and it sounded like everyone hated him.

The soldier on the side hit the gong with a hammer, announcing the start of the contest.

Before the sound of the gong stopped, the strong man named Tie Dan swung his broad sword and slashed towards Feng Ye unceremoniously. Dodge, cheer up and start fighting.

Fighting with this person, relying on brute force is the only way to seek death, and it can only be a trick. Compared with this iron egg, Feng Ye's figure is very slender, and his movements are fast and flexible, like a happy little loach, unable to catch and hit. , hid in Tibet on the square platform, never took the initiative to attack, and scolded his mother like an iron egg.

"Little girl, grind and chirp! Come out and confront me head-on!" Another blow missed, and the sword was turned into a machete by the iron egg, and it ruthlessly plunged into the wooden platform under his feet, blowing up a piece of flying sawdust.

Feng Ye was not just dodging, but scanning around the big guy, observing all the weaknesses of this iron egg.

Savage, dull, bluffing.

While dodging the dust, he said with a smile, "Your name is Tiedan, right? Today, the leader of this association will let you see what a real Tiedan blossoms."

Immediately afterwards, Feng Ye grabbed the long sword that hadn't been drawn out of the hilt, and at the moment Tie Dan rushed over angrily, while the opponent raised the sword with both hands, he slammed it into the numb holes under the two arms , stirred slightly, and quickly bent down to avoid the ground, took the hilt of the right sword with his left hand, and struck again at the seam of the two knees.In just five seconds, Tie Dan's joints and tendons twitched, his legs softened, and he knelt down on the ground.

Feng Ye stood upright behind him, with the sword hanging on his waist properly, except for his chest panting really badly, there was not a single stain on his body.

The soldiers in the audience were in an uproar, Feng Ye smiled and raised his eyebrows at General Dou who was not far away.

At this moment, he paused out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly took half a step back, only to hear a bang, and a sharp arrow flashing coldly passed by.

Someone shot back!

The distance was too close, coupled with insufficient precautions, even if Feng Ye dodged quickly, the galloping arrow feathers wiped out a bloody slit on his cheek. It was not deep, but the blood soaked out and flowed down his jaw, which looked a little scary.

Dou Yibin's face changed suddenly, and he grabbed the pistol from the soldier beside him, before he could make a move, the long sword in Feng Ye's hand on the stage was thrown out instantly, and it went straight into the ribs of a person in the distance, nailing the sneak attacker to the ground on the ground.

"Dip-dip-alert! Alert! Colonel Fengye's mental power release has been detected to be super valued! Please stop dangerous actions immediately! Otherwise, the system will directly forcibly disengage!" 001's voice sounded sharply in Fengye's mind, " Please host to stop dangerous actions immediately, the super release of mental power will cause irreversible damage to your body, and the system will be forced to leave at that time!"

"Understood, don't shout, I'll take a rest."

After Feng Ye exerted all his strength, he felt dizzy for a while, and sat directly on the square platform, his legs lazily resting on the wood on the shelf, barely maintaining his dignity, lamenting that his body was too weak.

The sudden accident ended the contest, and the soldiers were well-trained to hold the weapons in their hands, neatly lined up, alert to the abnormal situation around them, and waited for orders.

Feng Ye touched the wound on his face, and took a sharp breath. As soon as the cold wind poured in, his lungs began to hurt, and he had no energy to care about what happened below.

"Murdered."

"Who fired the arrow?"

"Not dead, it seems to be a spy."

Bo Ankang was also there, with a solemn expression on his face, he walked quickly through the ranks and approached, shouting: "Open his teeth!"

It's a pity that it was too late, the spy was pierced through both ribs by the long sword, and he didn't die. He knew that he would be tortured if he survived, so he bit the dove poison hidden in his mouth and committed suicide.

Bai Ankang probed the man's breath with his hands, shook his head helplessly, and was about to discuss countermeasures with Dou Yibin, but when he turned around, he saw General Dou standing under the square platform, looking up and saying something.

Sitting on it was Feng Xieling, sitting idle as usual, with a smile on his mouth, he seemed to be arguing with Dou Yibin again, but his face was very ugly, the originally beautiful young master had wounds on his skin and lost his lips color.

Yan Ran seemed angry, but turned around restrainedly.Bo Ankang thought the general was coming for interrogation, but he didn't even look at him.

Just when Bai Ankang was puzzled, he saw Feng Ye jumping off the stage, General Dou caught him firmly, Feng Xieling lay on his back and coughed twice.

Dou Yibin turned his face away in disgust: "Don't splash your saliva on my face."

Feng Ye coughed twice again weakly, and deliberately said disgustingly: "You think it's beautiful."

Dou Yibin sulked: "..." He didn't care about the wounded for the time being, and when the person recovered, he slowly settled the score.

Bo Ankang was facing the backs of the two people leaving, although he couldn't hear what they were saying, he couldn't help sighing: something is wrong, it's so fucking wrong.

"Deputy General, what to do with this corpse?"

Bai Ankang looked back blankly, kicked the spy's corpse, frowned, and arranged, "Throw it out of the camp to feed the eagle."

On the other side, Dou Yibin went directly to the military doctor behind Feng Ye's back.

Feng Ye felt bitter when he smelled the medicine outside the tent, and hurriedly said, "It's just a minor injury, don't bother the military doctor, I'll just go back and apply the sore medicine."

Dou Yibin threw Feng Ye into the military doctor's tent, "There was poison on that arrow, didn't you see it?"

Feng Ye retorted, "I wasn't hit by the arrow, it was just the sword feather."

Dou Yibin said concisely, "Shut up."

Relying on the fact that the other party couldn't see, Feng Ye silently rolled his eyes on General Dou's back, closed his mouth and sat down on the chair, honestly waiting for the military doctor to give him medicine.

Dou Yibin didn't leave either, he found a seat and sat down, guarding Fengye, he must watch him, lest this young master sneak away when he left.

The old military doctor took Feng Ye's pulse, looked at the wound, and dipped a silver needle in the blood under the light for a long time. He concluded that he was not poisoned, and told him to apply medicine on time every day, and not to eat heavy oil and salt. The wounds healed quickly.

Feng Ye gave Dou Yibin a look, which means you can see me and say it's okay, don't make a fuss.Dou Yibin didn't bother to talk to him at all.

The old military doctor asked Feng Ye to stick out his tongue, glanced at him and said, "Feng Xie-ling's face is pale, his lips are purple, and he looks a little weak. It should be the result of not caring for his body all the year round. In the future, you must stay up late less. Exercise more, it's windy and dry in Qinzhou, you need to drink more water. I'll grab two medicines for you, take it after two meals, and within a month, you'll be able to take care of yourself..."

Dou Yibin gave Feng Ye a funny look, with a strong sense of ridicule.

Any man would be offended if someone laughed at him for his weakness.

Feng Ye: "Don't hide it, I heard you laugh."

"I laughed, what can you do to me?" Dou Yibin snorted.

Feng Ye: ...I can't do anything to you.

Out of sight, out of mind, he turned his head as if nothing had happened, and heard the person beside him seem to laugh again.

"Favorite value +10."

Feng Ye: "This guy really is a jerk!"

After taking the medicine, another layer of greasy plaster was applied to his face. Feng Ye was immersed in a strong bitter smell, and his mouth was puckered, which was very uncomfortable.

At night, someone outside the tent brought something wrapped in oiled paper, Feng Ye opened it suspiciously, and the sweet milky smell came out, it was cut square toffee, which seemed to be a specialty of Qinzhou.

But the military camp is remote, and it is twenty or thirty miles away from the nearest town with a market. Who sent this?

"Who sent this?"

The soldier who delivered the package replied, "It was General Bai's deputy, who entrusted the little one to deliver it to you."

Feng Ye nodded, "Thank General Bai for me."

Feng Yexin said that Bai Ankang was very popular in the army, and he really wasn't bragging.He squeezed a piece of toffee and stuffed it into his mouth. The sweet taste instantly washed away the bitterness of the traditional Chinese medicine, making him feel a little better.

At this moment, another person came in through the curtain, it was Dou Yibin.

Feng Ye: "General Dou, why are you here?"

Dou Yibin saw the oiled paper bag in Feng Ye's hand.

"Is it sweet?"

Feng Ye was puzzled: "Huh? Sweet, would you like to have a piece too?"

He pinched a toffee with his slender and white fingers, his fingertips were slightly red from the cold, and stretched it out in front of Dou Yibin.

General Dou was stunned, and the tip of his nose smelled the scent of milk mixed with the smell of herbs, as well as the precious incense on Feng Ye's clothes when he approached.

"I will not eat."

Dou Yibin took a sharp step back, leaving that hand in the air.

"Favourability -5."

"Favourability +5."

Feng Ye: "?"

"If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it. I'll just eat it." Feng Ye said with sugar in his mouth, "What advice does General Dou have here?"

Dou Yibin said indifferently, "To remind you, time is running out."

Feng Ye looked at Dou Yibin suspiciously, scanned for a week, and came to a conclusion: something is wrong with this person.