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Zhenyong felt that he had a dream... It was supposed to be a very sexy dream, but in the end it was decisively dropped by a hatchet...

"go to hell!"

The rotating Mangekyo Sharingan stared at me tightly, and the nameless karma fire began to rise from my lower abdomen - I said sister, please put on your top, this is a shameless behavior, it really makes me

It’s hard to fight with you until it hurts…

…

"Ahem..."

A certain unpleasant smell of blood ended this illusory dream. Zhenyong was very sure that this was not the hot blood rushing up his throat due to his own internal bleeding... but a stronger smell of blood.

Resisting the discomfort, Zhenyong struggled to sit up... What? People who are seriously ill can't get up casually? Please, this is a war... If you keep lying there, others will be happy to come over and patch up your wounds.

Of course, Zhenyong couldn't just sit back and watch as he became someone else's experience and military exploits - although he was still a little dizzy when he just opened his eyes, he was at least inside a certain tent...Does that mean he was temporarily sent back to the camp for treatment?

Zhenyong subconsciously touched his right foot... He was stabbed across the body. This kind of injury may be very scary for ordinary people, not to mention the large piece of flesh and blood under the barb. Under normal circumstances, this kind of injury

It is definitely enough to cause disability... In fact, if you take into account the poison attached to it, it is not impossible to die on the spot.

But the touch from his fingers told Zhenyong that except for the holes on the shoes, his feet were no different from before... not even a scar was left.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." This discovery put a proud smile on the corner of someone's mouth. It seemed that just after the last battle against the Jonin, his healing ability had become more and more exaggerated. If he follows this trend,

If you keep going, you might actually have the chance to be like the first generation in the future - you can quickly recover from your injuries without having to form seals while fighting the enemy.

"you're awake?"

The door curtain was opened, and Zhenyong could confirm the owner of the voice without even using his eyes to confirm... He stretched out his right hand and cursed with a smile, "It's just that my legs and feet are not strong enough... Why don't you pull me up quickly?"

For Minato, there was nothing to admit defeat over such a superficial matter. He carefully helped Zhenyong up. Although it was not his wish to send a recently recovered patient on a mission at this time, he was on the front line.

They can only say that they can't help themselves...

"Has the war already started?"

Minato's combat uniform was obviously stained with a lot of blood, and there was a faint fishy smell all over his body... Although as men, the two brothers have never been very clean, but it was obviously not Minato who was in such a mess.

style of.

"Yes." He nodded calmly. The tension on the front line had been maintained for so many days, and finally it was time to explode. "It seems that one of the three jonin that Sakumo-sensei killed that day was a high-ranking official of the other party... You are probably unconscious."

Seven hours later, the first round of contact has now been made.”

Minato's voice barely fluctuated, and Zhenyong just nodded on the surface...but in fact he understood that neither of them was as calm as they seemed - the war had begun.

Compared with the cleaning missions of the previous two days, this is the most cruel time. On the frontal battlefield, unless you have strength that far exceeds the norm, like Sakumo now or Minato in the future, no matter what

Anyone can fall in a hurry... This is why even jounin will not choose to use large-scale ninjutsu alone on the front battlefield - powerful ninjutsu means huge consumption of chakra. In addition, more

It is possible to attract the attention of the opponent's ninja... The more dazzling the guy is on the battlefield, the easier it is to die.

Minato and Shinyu said that the strength of the Taiten was only that of chunin. Although compared to ordinary chunin, they could still maintain a certain advantage in one-to-many battles, but what if this number was expanded to 5 people?

What about 10 people?

...The information on the sand ninja is still unclear. On Konoha's side, on the frontal battlefield bordering the Land of Wind, more than 200 "elites" of chunin and above have gathered together!

The high mobility of ninjas determines that they are not suitable for array operations, but relatively, they have more powerful fixed-point strike capabilities than ordinary troops... If you want to survive on the battlefield, half of it depends on strength, and the other half... you can only fight.

Give it to luck.

"When is the next sortie?"

The first round of attacks should have been initiated by the Sand Ninja, but Konoha is obviously not a soft persimmon who "will give mercy to others". According to Zhenyu's estimation, the next round of counterattacks is probably being planned intensively.

"About twenty minutes later." Minato handed the new ninja tool bag to Zhenyu. "There are two military food pills in it. In addition, because the opponent is a sand ninja who is good at using poison, he is also equipped with two simple weapons.

Antidote and a hemostatic bandage.”

Minato made an introduction. While listening, Zhenyong opened the ninja bag and checked it carefully - it's not that he doesn't trust Minato. A mature ninja must always be responsible for his own life. In fact, there are no two

Ninja's tool bags are exactly the same - the location of the items, the type and quantity of the items carried, all of this must be adjusted according to your own habits.

"Remember to call me before setting off~" Zhenyong stretched his muscles a little, "I have to rest for so long, I need to recover my chakra first."

"Well, you should prepare well."

Taking a deep breath, Zhenyong calmed down his mind a little. There will be a war soon, so he must concentrate, concentrate... Ahem, okay, although Zhenyong has been avoiding it since he woke up, the thing that caused him to coma was

How could he forget the culprit!?

How to face those cute white rabbits in the future... ah no, how to face that transvestite who keeps dressing up as a man...