Invincible Chapter 136

In the early morning, outside the tent, the sun was rising.

"Don, is this dress suitable?" Josiah spun around, her skirt fluttering like flowers and leaves.

Tang En touched his nose, retracted his gaze on the opponent's slender waist, and said with the most certain tone: "It's absolutely suitable!"

Tang En didn't know if there were any myths about people being molded from clay in other worlds. If there was, then Josiah must have spent a lot of thought on it by the creator.

She wore a black cotton skirt with a tunic and a silver-gray evening dress over it. Cool tone, heroic face. Standing there quietly, like an orchid in an empty valley. There is no need for many people to appreciate it, it has already been stunning.

Perhaps because of the magician's habit, Josiah often showed people in robes. Over time, Tang En also got used to Josiah's look. But now when her brand new outfit appeared in front of her, Tang En realized what kind of exquisite curves and beautiful postures were hidden under the empty robe.

"I brought this with me when I escaped from home... Well, it might not fit the image of the gray army." Josiah touched the coat and said worriedly.

Josiah's heart is still very delicate. Most of the people in the gray army come from humble backgrounds, and the best clothes are only made from coarse linen to coarse cotton. Although she doesn't care about this, she inevitably has to consider other people's eyes, so she has always been wearing a simple robe. Most of the clothes brought out were cut and given away in child sizes.

Tang En shook his head and said, "Usually it's not suitable, but now it's just right for me!"

"Oh, then I'm relieved!" Josiah pressed his chest, then looked at the rising sun in the distance, "The negotiation time is eight o'clock, so I'll go there first."

"Well, come on!"

Josiah clenched his fist and waved it confidently: "Don't worry."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards the center of the station. A big tent was set up there, and it was the venue for this negotiation.

One party's attempt to save people failed, and they were afraid that the other party would lose their temper. One side wants to leave here as soon as possible and implement a development plan. Therefore, after a little discussion yesterday, Luosha decisively decided to start the negotiation at eight o'clock the next day.

Tsk tsk... While the other party was leaving, Tang En stroked his chin, and glanced at his figure presumptuously. These legs are really long enough!

"It's so long, so white, and slippery..."

Suddenly, Becky's words about Josiah appeared in Tang En's mind. He covered his nose and looked up. No more, no more. High, high blood pressure! Cough cough, calm down, calm down, form is emptiness, emptiness is form... In the distance, Josiah, who turned around the entrance of a passage, suddenly covered her face, the cold night wind failed to lower the temperature of her red hot jade face.

Tang En's eyes are so strange, um, lecherous... Women are always sensitive to the eyes scanning their bodies, but Josiah noticed Tang En's peeping that he thought was hidden.

"Huh...huh..." He took a few deep breaths, waving his wrists and pulling the cold wind towards his face. Josiah's thoughts at this time were very complicated, she was ashamed, and she was secretly happy... She was not a person without ideas. After changing her clothes earlier, she already knew that this was the most suitable for her glamorous temperament. But in the end, for some reason, I came to Tang En’s tent subconsciously... What are you thinking, Josiah, you are going to die, shame... After calming down, the temperature on his face receded slightly, and Josiah straightened his clothes Walk like a resident center again.

Needless to say, along the way, the gray-clothed soldiers who got up early saw Josiah's most elegant side.

Although aristocratic temperament is invisible, it does exist. It's just that some people are low-key and elegant, while others are arrogant and domineering. The most obvious difference is Josiah and the group of noble youths.

Josiah has received a corresponding education since she was a child, and under the influence of the aristocratic environment for a long time, her temperament has already been formed outstandingly. In addition, joining the Gray Clothes Army later not only broadened her horizons, but also learned many ways of dealing with people and management from Luosha, which made her unique temperament continue to improve.

Usually, when people talk to her, they just feel indescribably comfortable and happy. This is the effect of her temperament being restrained inside and showing outside.

But now Josiah keeps telling herself in her heart to be strong and domineering. So those gray-clothed soldiers just watched blankly, amazed by her temperament and image, but ashamed to come up to say hello as usual.

Walking peacefully all the way to the negotiation site, Luosha and the others had already arrived. In addition to several high-level members of the Gray Army, there are also two young people like Borg. Obviously there is more than one person Bosco intends to fight for his descendants.

At this time, Luosha was discussing the negotiation with several ministers, while the youths such as Borg were sitting obediently aside.

Wow—the door curtain opened.

Josiah came in and waved his hand to salute: "Hi, Aunt Luosha, Old General Omon... Good morning everyone!"

... Quiet, as quiet as a needle can be heard.

Several people in the tent stared at the door, freezing the action just now.

Josiah put down his hand inexplicably, looked at himself, and then at everyone: "What's wrong?"

"Wow!" Luosha was the first to come to his senses, and opened his mouth exaggeratedly. Then he left his seat, came to Josiah and hugged the latter, "You are so beautiful today, and this dress is also beautiful..."

"Uh, thank you. I'll wear it for you later."

"Ha, okay... Well, although the color is fine, I can't hold it up."

"It can be changed."

"Forget it, this dress is only suitable for you. Tsk tsk, it is quite suitable for today's occasion. How did you think of it?"

"It was Don's idea."

"Huh? That greedy guy still has this vision?"

"..."

It seems that as long as she is a woman, no matter what her status is, she will always talk about beautiful clothes and other things.

During the conversation, most of the people in the tent came to their senses.

"Ahem..." An old minister cleared his throat, waking up the two young men who were still staring obsessively. The latter blushed and lowered his head.

Bosco, who was standing in front, narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly, thinking about something.

The two young men exchanged a few glances, then whispered something. Sitting next to them was Borg. He didn't bother to participate in the discussion between the two peers. He just looked at the infinitely handsome Josiah with a complicated expression, and clenched his fists under the table, as if he wanted to firmly grasp it. something like that.

After this episode, Josiah took her seat. The position is relatively at the back, but looking at it as a whole, there are several ministers on her front, and Borg and two young people on her bottom.

This position was arranged by Luosha, which undoubtedly explained something.

After sitting down, Borg greeted Josiah naturally. The contact time between the two has been the longest, and they often discuss negotiation matters together recently, so the conversation is very smooth.

This kind of situation obviously made the two young people very appreciative, but if they wanted to go up to talk, because they were not familiar with it, they could only say a few unnutritious words on the scene, and then retreated.

At this time, the corner of Borg's mouth curled imperceptibly, as if laughing at the two people's overreach. In fact, that's exactly what it means.

For a moment, Luosha frowned, raised his head and asked the recorder behind him, "What time is it?"

"Eight-thirty, sir."

Luosha nodded, his face a little ugly.

The time agreed by the two parties was eight o'clock. Those negotiators lived in the army camp, and the distance was only ten miles away. It was really easy to come here. But now that it has not arrived, it will inevitably make people feel that they have not paid enough attention.

About half an hour later, Luosha got up with a sullen expression: "That's it for today! Inform the resident guards, if the other party comes, block their entry. If you want to negotiate again, ask them to come at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. If they are not on time tomorrow morning Arrive, let them prepare nineteen coffins!"

This meaning couldn't be more obvious, because there are nineteen noble youths... At this time, at the gate of the legion camp.

Horses, soldiers, and gorgeous carriages are all available. It was obvious that they were ready, but they looked at the entrance of the camp from time to time as if they were waiting for some important person, and did not leave for a long time.

At this time, the burly Barlow got off his horse, walked to a carriage, and saluted, "Sir Bratt, when can we set off?"

The name Brat was so common that it was nothing to be surprised about. But if the family prefix of Bradley is added, it is enough to make people scream, because this is the family title of the prime minister of the empire.

Pop, the car door opened, revealing several curly-haired old nobles sitting inside, as well as the luxurious interior decoration.

"General Barlow, we can leave at any time. But we need to wait for His Excellency Philip to arrive. He is also a member of this negotiation." An old nobleman with a red face spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Then I don't know when Sir Philip will arrive? Now it is more than an hour past the negotiation time."

"Sorry, we don't know about this either. Wait a little longer, someone has already been sent to remind you."

"Okay!" General Barlow saluted with a stiff expression, and then backed away.

Philip? The guy who brought the women into the barracks? Hmph, it was noisy last night, and it must be a ghost to be able to get up now... The old nobles in the car looked at each other and shook their heads.

A gloomy nobleman said, "I really don't understand why someone who has nothing to do with him has to be included in the negotiation team. Could it be that his relatives were arrested?"

A fat noble beside him said hesitantly: "It is said that he wants to see the scenery of the north."

"Damn, what's there to see here." The gloomy old nobleman said angrily, "I still believe that he saw the women in the north. Hmph, it's not in vain for his title of the wolf of sluts!"

The others looked at each other and smiled meaningfully. Philip's name as the wolf of blood is not wrong, and the ladies and wives he has harmed are really countless. That Sir Cecil, that gloomy nobleman, had a daughter who had suffered as well.

At this moment, Brat pinched the loose-skinned bridge of the nose: "Stop arguing, it is said that it was the second prince's intention."

Uh... There was a sudden silence in the carriage.

It is well known in the aristocratic circle that several princes of the empire disagree. This involves the family affairs of the emperor of the empire. Although some of them are high-ranking and powerful, they dare not talk about these things casually.

Tap, tap... The car window was knocked.

"My lord, the person who invited Sir Philip is back. Well, he said that he would take a few friends to hunt when he woke up, and he couldn't go to negotiate."

"Damn it, you bastard!" Sir Cecil slammed his teacup on the table, "What kind of friend, isn't it just those slutty women I found somewhere."

Speaking of this, several old nobles also smiled wryly. This Philip is also capable, they came to the north together, but under this nose, that Philip unknowingly hooked up with a few more women. And their eyes are so vicious, it is easy to see that two of them should be of noble origin. This has to make people lament that I am old, my charm is not there, and the current atmosphere is very bad.

"Ahem..." The chubby nobleman cleared his throat, and said to everyone without looking at Sir Cecil's ugly face, "Since His Excellency Philip can't come down, let's go first."

Bradley nodded, and then said to the window: "Go and talk to General Barlow, we're leaving now."

"Yes, sir!"

... After waiting for a long time, the noble negotiating team finally left the camp and officially set off.

Apart from the luxurious carriages, there were the Guards Battalion led by Barlow, and some arrogant soldiers dressed in golden fish-scale armor.

It was only ten miles away, even if the carriage slowed down. Less than half an hour later, they still arrived outside the Gray Clothes Army's garrison.

But when they got here, the soldiers who opened the way found that they couldn't get in... Outside the garrison, a young soldier with a gun said sullenly: "This is the garrison of the gray army, please leave quickly."

"Huh?" The soldier captain in fish scale armor frowned and said impatiently, "Didn't you say that? We are the team that came to negotiate."

"This is where the Gray Army is stationed, please leave quickly." The soldier repeated what he had said before, and added at the end, "If you don't leave, we will take offensive measures."

"Uh?" The soldier captain was stunned for a moment, and then shouted, "Are you fucking deaf or blind, didn't you see the convoy behind? We made an appointment with your leader to negotiate, what happened? Can you, a little soldier, take this responsibility?"

"Oh, that's it!" The young soldier seemed to have just heard this, and continued to speak in a rigid voice, "Our leader said that due to your unpunctual and impolite behavior, the negotiation time has been changed to seven o'clock tomorrow morning. , if you still haven’t arrived tomorrow, you will carry the coffin to collect the corpse.”

"Now, you can go back."

"Go back, go back?" The soldier captain was angry, and pushed him away, "What are you kidding! We came all the way here, and you tell us to go back now?"

Snapped! The young soldier wanted to say something, but he was slapped on the head. He turned his head innocently, his body shook, and he stood up straight and shouted: "Captain!"

"When someone attacks you, you don't know how to fight back?" A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life, Shi Shiran, walked out from behind, "Don't say it's my soldier who broke the formation with a long spear, I can't afford to lose that person!"

"Are you the captain?" The other soldier's captain in golden fish-scale armor breathed a sigh of relief, "Since you're here, you can let us in now."

"It's not in a hurry..." The middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life waved his hands and moved his wrists, "Let's count the incident that you attacked my soldiers just now."

Attacking... The captain of the opposing soldier was a little confused, but if he just pushed it, it counted as an attack?

Before he could figure it out, a fist had already occupied the entire field of vision.

Bang——The soldier captain was punched a few meters away like a broken sack, and passed out without making a sound.

"See, this is the style of our spear-breaking team, remember?"

"Remember, Captain!"

…The soldiers in fish scale armor stared blankly at the captain who was knocked unconscious, and then at the middle-aged man who took the opportunity to teach his subordinates… “Damn, you guys are so brave!”

"Copy guy, mother, it's too arrogant."

"Teach them a lesson!"

In an instant, the opponent's soldiers held their weapons in their hands and surrounded them.

Who are they, they are the royal guards. Even if some little knights met them, they had to be polite. Who would have thought of this, but was insulted by a gatekeeper.

"Hey, this is a gang fight." The middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life exaggeratedly expressed surprise, and then took the spear from the soldier's hand, "Stand back first, and see if you are bragging about what your captain told you before !"

After finishing speaking, he swung his long spear and straightened his body, exuding a tragic momentum that although there are tens of thousands of people, I am going alone.

The soldier at the moment was thrown to the ground in an instant, and then advanced instead of retreating: "See clearly, surrounded by the enemy, first of all, we must judge the attack distance of each weapon. Then..."

Phew... The long spear was swept out like a wrench, and several soldiers who were also holding long spears were thrown to the ground.

"Then we must take advantage of the distance advantage of the weapon in hand, so..."

Hiss, hiss, hiss... Not too dense, but absolutely accurate spear shadows were scattered casually. He dropped the big swords in the hands of several soldiers, then turned his body around, swept the tail of the spear, and sent those soldiers flying one by one!

"It's important to kill the enemy on the battlefield, but what's more important is to protect yourself when killing the enemy..."

Under the adoring eyes of the young soldier, the middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life waved his spear and surrounded by the soldiers, moving back and forth, without a single enemy.

At this time, the rear station entrance.

Tang En, who was smiling all over his face, said to Josiah beside him: "I told you before that Frey is the captain of the Lei Gun Destroyer team, and he must be the first to break into the enemy's camp in every battle. So this kind of encirclement operation He is best at the scene."

Josiah nodded in praise and said, "It's amazing that you can defeat a team of soldiers by yourself."

"Hehe, this is not the most powerful, the main reason is that these soldiers are too useless." Speaking of this, Tang En shook his head, "If he has been training in the army, the lowest strength now is a high-level warrior, what a pity!"

"Oh, but I think he's already very powerful now... Don, can you do the same?" Josiah turned her head and asked.

"Uh, ordinary soldiers are fine." Tang En rubbed his nose and spread his hands, "But I'm an assassin, why would I go to fight in the crowd. I'm so handsome, but it's easy to die. "

"Then what will you do?"

"I, I'm fast. That's why I'll walk around the perimeter, kill one out, and then go in and kill another one when they're not paying attention..."

"Sounds so obscene."

"Assassins, there's no one who isn't obscene." Tang En said disapprovingly, then turned his head, "How is it, are you feeling better now?"

Josiah said in astonishment, "Huh?"

Tang En shrugged: "You spent so much time and energy dressing up so beautifully, yet these people are still late, it's obviously not showing face. Now that they have been taught a lesson, don't you feel better?"

"..." Josiah glared at Tang En with both a smile and a smile, and then said seriously, "Well, it's a little bit better, but it's still a little bit worse."

"Tsk tsk, women are really greedy." Tang En shook his head in a helpless manner, then his eyes lit up, and he pointed at the middle-aged man who was rushing towards him at a high speed in the distance, "Ha, here comes a master, now you can enjoy yourself .”