Even though the soldier was an ordinary person, he could still feel that mysterious "murderous aura". When he came to his senses, he was surprised to find that his back was covered with cold sweat.
He spoke extremely quietly for fear of being overheard by his secret enemies.
"Sir, would you like to find another way..."
In fact, both options are risky.
There is only one road nearby.
If he turned back and chose another road, he would be worried that he would encounter the rebels, but if he continued on this road, he would be afraid of encountering as much danger as the rebels. It was really difficult. The soldier also felt regretful in his heart. Fortunately, Qi Shan did not say anything. Blame him.
Unexpectedly, Qishan raised his hand to stop him: "No, continue."
The soldier's throat rolled nervously, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and glanced hesitantly and fearfully at the direction where the cold arrow had been shot. That was the closest he came to death. Qi Shan gave him a reassurance and said calmly: " No problem!”
Qishan did not return to the car and sat directly outside the car.
In the carriage, Shen Tang asked what was going on outside.
Qishan replied: "Nothing."
Shen Tang was not satisfied with this response.
The arrow just came with a fierce force, and it didn't fall into the category of "nothing". So, she turned her gaze to Gu Chi and asked in her eyes. Gu Chi's way of being a scribe is simply the master of an assassin. He can hide, lurk, and assassinate. No escape!
The fact was just as she guessed.
Gu Chi did indeed discover someone hiding in the forest early.
He mouthed silently: "There are a few minions in the forest."
Shen Tang finally felt relieved and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
She must seize the time to regain some of her civility, so as not to be unable to help when encountering difficult dangers - the two soldiers in the group are better than ordinary people, Gu Chi has a sick look on his face, and he has to rely on decoction to survive, Qi Shan's face is pale Well, I think I was exhausted trying to break out of Xiaocheng, and Captain Yang was seriously injured and unconscious...
After careful calculation, I am the most reliable.
Gu Chi, who was forced to hear Shen Lang's thoughts: "..."
What does it mean that he looks sick?
What do you mean he hangs himself by relying on soup and medicine?
Gu Chi secretly curled his lips.
Outside, soldiers drove the carriage cautiously.
Although he was only a hundred feet away, he was as tired as if he had run for several miles. His nerves were tensed and he was on tenterhooks. A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead unknowingly, and his eyes moved up and down uncontrollably, for fear that something might happen again. Shoot a cold arrow.
result--
I didn't encounter Leng Jian, but I encountered several corpses.
Many of these corpses were mutilated, with severed limbs and remains scattered not far away. The clothes on their bodies were old and new, but they looked like soldiers of a certain force. After walking for a while, the soldiers saw several corpses with their heads chopped off. , look at the costumes, they are all rebels!
The soldier was so nervous that he could no longer hold the reins.
He whispered: "Sir, this -"
After seeing so many corpses with tragic deaths and horrifying scenes of severed limbs and remains scattered on the ground, Qishan's expression remained unmoved.
He said: "We must have entered the battlefield by mistake."
The rebels suddenly changed their siege and non-attack posture, gathered a large army to besiege Xiaocheng aggressively, and even sent out Gong Xiqiu, such a killing move. There must be something fishy in it. Apparently, the crux of the problem lies here - the matter of the national seal alarmed Zheng
Qiao, Zheng Qiao takes action.
However, they underestimated the ruthlessness and determination of the rebels.
He also underestimated the speed of Zheng Qiao's actions.
Those little soldiers on the ground should belong to the forces that came to aid Xiaocheng, but they just misjudged the strength of the rebels - the rebels divided into several groups, sent out troops to delay the forces that came to aid, and directed the remaining troops to attack the city at such a fast speed.
…
The soldier was trembling nervously: "Then, what should we do..."
Qishan said: "Don't be afraid, just keep going forward."
They are people who escaped from Xiaocheng and are not rebels.
What's there to be afraid of?
The soldier was really scared. He whispered timidly: "Aren't I afraid of being caught and beheaded for military merit..."
This kind of thing is obviously prohibited.
However, there are always people who do this in private.
If you want to climb up, you must have military merit.
But the heads are growing on the enemy's neck, so they are not easy to get, and there is even a risk of being killed. So some soldiers like to use the heads of innocent people to make up for the loss. The number of fakes is not large, but even if there are only one or two, it is still one or two.
Human life!
Qishan said with a smile: "It's best if they dare to come."
He doesn't mind hanging a few more heads on the carriage to shock him!
After walking for a while, we were probably close to the center of the battlefield. We saw more and more corpses. From a distance, we also saw a man dressed as a young general running in this direction. The leading soldier carried a bow and arrow on his back and ran all the way to lead the way.
, blocking the way.
After taking a closer look, I realized that the young general was not a young general.
He was a middle-aged man with a rare and not tall and burly figure. His facial features were a bit like a sharp mouth and a monkey's cheeks. He was not good-looking, but his eyes were sharp, and his body was still filled with murderous aura that had not dissipated from the battlefield. He said: "You guys, stop here.
!”
The sound is slightly sharp.
The soldier hurriedly pulled on the reins: "Hey——"
The middle-aged man shouted sharply: "Who are you?"
Qi Shan stood up, flicked his sleeves and got out of the car calmly, bowing his head and saying, "I am the people who escaped from Xiaocheng."
The middle-aged man obviously didn't quite believe it.
He took a few steps forward on his horse and looked down at Qi Shan.
His eyes glanced at the literary monogram on his waist, and his face softened a little - the literary scholars and martial arts warriors of this era had a high status, and they could enjoy the dividends brought by this status even when they went out - but the middle-aged man still didn't
Relax your vigilance.
He asked again: "Who is in the car?"
The five senses of a martial artist are very sharp - there are several living people in the carriage, and their condition can be sensed through information such as heartbeat strength and breathing rate. If Qishan deliberately conceals it, he can turn against him and kill him in the next second.
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During combat, it is most taboo to be approached by unknown people.
Qishan: "One is the master of my family, one is the accountant recruited by the master, one is the martial artist of the family, and the other is the guardian."
The middle-aged man said again: "Let them come out."
"I encountered danger on the way to escape. Now..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Tang opened the car curtain, bent down and jumped out of the car.
Gu Chi also followed down to watch the fun.
Captain Yang was seriously injured and unconscious. Most of the cloth wrapped around his body was soaked with blood. He could not move, let alone get down. The middle-aged man felt that the weakest breath was him, and he did not force anyone. He just saw Shen Tang and Gu Chi both had inscriptions on their waists, their pupils changed slightly, and their expressions became subtle.
Literary scholars are not cabbage sold on the street.
I met three of them at once...
He thought for a moment, got off his horse, and returned the favor with fists in his hands.
His eyes flickered between Shen Tang and Gu Chi.
Asked Qishan, "Who is your master?"
Shen Tang said: "It's me."
The middle-aged man was slightly surprised when he heard this.
He didn't seem to expect that this skinny little kid was in charge of several people, but he didn't despise Shen Tang because of his age. At such an age, two literary scholars could be with him, either because of his amazing talent or because of the one behind him. Amazing family background!
Let’s look at Shen Tang’s appearance and demeanor…
Although the clothes are relatively ordinary, his eyesight is clear, his energy is ready, and his brows are clear and open-minded. It is not something that ordinary people can raise. The middle-aged man took a good look at Shen Tang in his heart, and his first impression was very nice.
Gu Chi, who was forced to listen to a rainbow fart: "..."
Is the person this person said he knows the same person?
Middle-aged man: "Hello, young man."
Shen Tang also responded kindly: "This general is good."
"You and your group really escaped from Xiaocheng?"
Shen Tang said: "Yes."
The middle-aged man asked again: "How is the war situation over there?"
Shen Tang's expression darkened visibly. When the middle-aged man saw it, his heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly asked again. Shen Tang took a deep breath, suppressed the thoughts that surged in his heart, and said in a low voice: "When we fled, Xiaocheng had already been captured. The rebels of King Sheng captured the city."
The middle-aged man was shocked: "How could this happen?"
Shen Tang looked at the other party in confusion: "What does the general mean by this?"
The middle-aged man settled an account for Shen Tang.
It turned out that the rebels had deployed most of their troops to ambush the supporting forces from all walks of life. The remaining troops should not be enough to capture Xiaocheng. Even if they could, it would take three to five days. With 12,000 to 3,000 rebels, the Xiaocheng garrison has a city. Can’t stand the convenience?
Attacking a city is not as good as defending it.
The siege party is already at a disadvantage. If they want to capture a defensive city, they must have more than twice the number of troops.
Shen Tang was about to speak, but heard Qi Shan speak out.
"Because the general was defeated by one person, he lost three games in a row..."
Fighting against generals is about morale.
Morale is related to the outcome of the war.
Two generals, one of them wins three games in a row, and one general wins three games in a row are completely different concepts. This is why Shen Xiaolangjun consumed nearly half of the morale of the rebels, but the rebels can still use their morale when launching a general attack. Transform into five giant catapults!
The occurrence of this situation also means that the high-end combat power of both sides is completely one-sided. Otherwise, if the rebels want to attack the city, they will have to fight hard for two or three days before they can conquer Xiaocheng. After hearing this, the middle-aged man was slightly surprised. He opened his mouth and was silent for a while.
Without warning, he suddenly flew into a rage.
A string of strange syllables came out of his mouth.
Which local dialect should it be...
Judging from the tone of voice, most of them are still curse words.
Shen Tang's guess was correct. The middle-aged man was just cursing, and the words he used were quite unpleasant. Qishan was originally worried that these words would dirty Shen Tang's ears, but when he lowered his head, he found that Shen Xiaolangjun's expression was confused, and he obviously didn't understand. Then I felt relieved again.
He explained: "It's not that Lord Xiaocheng is incompetent..."
The middle-aged man said angrily: "Why not?"
Qishan said: "The courage of those who fight against generals is at least the 13th level, and they break through the shackles when fighting against generals..."
Xiaocheng is an unfortunate place that has been ravaged back and forth.
What foundation can there be?
At this level of the Thirteenth Grade Middle School, it’s really like killing indiscriminately!
Qi Shan saw the middle-aged man's face change slightly and said: "The leader of Xiaocheng's garrison, the captain surnamed Yang, also showed his courage and forcibly jumped over the ranks to fight with the generals. Even so, he failed to capture that man. That man's name is ' Gong Xiqiu', he is young and his talent is terrifying..."
The middle-aged man said: "Humph."
It seems that he is very disdainful of the praise in his words.
"Okay, you guys are going to have to wait a while with me first."
Shen Tang asked: "Why?"
They were just passing by.
The middle-aged man said: "Of course it's for the sake of caution. Our army is setting up camp nearby, and we repelled the invading lackeys of the Pig King not long ago. Who knows if the people who came here at this time are spies sent by the enemy? Please invite me. Xiaolang cooperates."
His attitude is very tough.
Other soldiers cleaning the battlefield gradually gathered around.
This posture makes it clear that if you don't want to go, you have to go.
Shen Tang secretly asked Qi Shan's meaning with his eyes.
Qi Shan nodded.
"In that case, fine, please ask the general to send someone to lead the way."
The middle-aged man pulled the reins and turned the horse's head.
He said: "Come with me."
joke--
How could ordinary soldiers keep an eye on three literary scholars?
He can only take action himself.
Shen Tang asked Qi Shan to return to the carriage and stay outside. How could Qi Shan agree? However, since the middle-aged man was also there, Shen Tang, as the "master", could not openly disobey. In the end, Shen Tang still called out I picked up the motorcycle I hadn’t seen for a long time and jumped on the back of the mule.
She raised her hands to the middle-aged man and said, "General, please."
The middle-aged man glanced at the motorcycle.
Asked: "Isn't this a horse?"
As we all know, literary scholars have no horses.
No matter how exquisite and beautiful Shen Tang's motorcycle is, it is still a mule. At most, it is taller, stronger, stronger muscles, and well-proportioned limbs than ordinary mules. It also has beautiful jingling accessories hanging around its neck, and even the tethered reins are braided. Thick red rope.
Red rope, copper bell, white mule.
Shen Tang patted the motorcycle with some enthusiasm.
He smiled and said: "The motorcycle is a mule."
Although it is a mule, its running speed and explosive power are not inferior to those of war horses with excellent bloodlines. In addition, mules have amazing endurance and are even better than war horses in terms of battery life. The middle-aged man murmured in a low voice and looked at Shen strangely. Tang.
Literary scholars are relatively stupid.
People like Qi Shan would rather walk than ride a mule.
Shen Tang's unburdened look made him doubt his previous judgment - could this not be a child of a prominent family, but a rising star with astonishing talent?
Shen Tang and his party followed the middle-aged man and vaguely saw some smoke rising from the distance. Looking closer, they could see the outline of the temporary camp. The camp was not small in size, and soldiers patrolled in an orderly manner. The clang of armor clashing was audible. The spirit was shaken.
She asked: "Why is this camp... so weird..."
The middle-aged man asked: "What's strange?"
Setting up camp is a science.
He is very satisfied with his results.
Shen Tang's words obviously touched a nerve in him.
She pointed at the oddity.
"...Why is the distinction between Jing and Wei so clear here?"
It's not the same painting style at all.
The middle-aged man looked over and understood.
He said: "Because it is a camp for two forces."
Shen Tang: “Two parties?”
"They were all sent out to fight against the unscrupulous traitors under the imperial edict. When we met, we would go together, and there would be help from both sides."
In fact, there were more than just these two forces heading towards Xiaocheng. There were also several routes that were blocked and ambushed by the rebels and had not yet reunited. As for the forces that were farthest and slowest, they kept grinding and whining. It can arrive in three to five days.
Where are these talents now?
Shen Tang looked up and saw several large flags fluttering in the wind standing at the gate of the camp, with the large word "Valley" embroidered on them.
The layout of the camp is neat, implying the way to change the formation.
It's obviously not a motley army with no order.
Before they entered, another general wearing full armor came up to him on horseback and shouted: "Brother Ninth, what's the harvest?"
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Alas, I will try my best to give each chapter a title...
But it’s really difficult???
This chapter has been completed!