Chapter 1: Body-taking (1) ()
County Chronicles: On that day, the white rainbow penetrates the sun, a little carved, there is rain
It rained in the afternoon, and although the sky was clear now, the air was still filled with water.
He Zhong took a big step and walked out from the depths of the forest.
He was wearing thin clothes, with a long knife on his waist and a short bow on his back.
Carrying in his hand was a pheasant and a pack of carefully selected herbs.
Because it had just rained, the wet layer on his body was already early autumn and it was so cool that He Zhong had no time to take care of these things. He only thought about the situation in the camp.
"I don't know if the little official woke up..." Thinking of the situation of that person, He Zhong's face showed a hint of anxiety.
Yesterday, the army was defeated, and General Ren was killed on the spot and the army was defeated. The team originally served as the back battalion was also in danger, but as a small official in the team, he fell off the horse and fell unconscious.
The chaos is right in front of you. As a team, you are in a coma, and there are a group of vassals and mountain civilians in the camp. How can you do this?
So, He Zhong left more and more anxiously.
At this time, the autumn rain fell again. After walking for a while, a small path appeared in front of him. After crossing the earth path, and entering a small valley, they were the temporary hiding place of their team.
He Zhong was about to walk out from behind the tree, suddenly, he suddenly leaned down and hid in a jungle. He took off his short bow with his hands, listened with his ears, and his eyes showed a warning light.
After holding his breath for a moment, a sound of horse hooves came from a distance.
He Zhong's eyes chilled, he pulled out an arrow, put it on, and waited.
After a while, several cavalrymen rushed from the side of the road.
He Zhong couldn't help but gasp. The cavalry opposite had leather armor and bows and arrows, and this was undoubtedly the enemy's scout.
These people are all elite.
After years of melee, people's livelihood has been extremely declining. Shu is closed and the disaster is relatively small, but half of them are left behind. In addition, the new imperial court established a military governor. In order to facilitate control, it took more small towns, one county in the small, two or three counties in the big.
Therefore, there are less than ten thousand soldiers, and these elite soldiers are the top priority. Don’t underestimate a few cavalry. Just look at the complete horses, armor and weapons, you will know that these are tooth soldiers who have invested a lot. There is no reason for more than a thousand people in a town in Shu. Most of the vassal states are mostly hundreds of cavalry.
Several cavalrymen ran away. When the cavalry had gone far, He Zhongcai walked out from behind the tree and looked at their shadows away. On their angular faces, there was also fear.
"It's the enemy's tooth soldier, and he actually came here!" He Zhong's heart was beating violently. He didn't expect that the enemy would have chased this area so quickly.
"No, I want to go back immediately!" He Zhong ran to the opposite side with a pheasant.
Just as He Zhong was collecting herbs, more than 60 people sat down and rested in a very hidden valley.
These people were dressed in a mess and vaguely divided into several camps.
There were about ten people wearing thin leather armor surrounding a man in his thirties. The man looked resolute and looked at the knife without saying a word, as if he was thinking.
A little further apart, it is wearing the clothes of officers and soldiers, but the weapons in their hands vary in length, and everyone's face is filled with panic and decadent. At first glance, it gives people a feeling of loose sand.
There were more than a dozen people, who were very tough, but they were not dressed in military uniforms and dressed in mountain people.
No one spoke, most of them were resting. In this valley, a little far away from the crowd, there was a big tree with a tent underneath the tree.
The autumn rain fell. After a while, it became heavier. The dense raindrops came down from the sky. The west wind raged in the empty fields, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse.
Suddenly, riots broke out in this military camp, complaining, reprimanding, and footsteps mixed together, adding a bit of horror and uneasiness to the rainy night of this military camp.
In the center of the tent, a teenager lay on a temporary wooden bed.
The boy was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pretty face, a high nose bridge, dark eyebrows, and now his eyes were closed, as if he was in a coma. There were four identical young guards around him.
"The situation of the little official is OK!" A somewhat thin guard took his hand away from the boy's wrist and said.
"What do you mean... Is it okay for a little official?" When he heard this, the other three guards looked at the young man who was still sleeping, and all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that the young man was always awake, one of the guards couldn't help but say, "Why did that little official keep awake? On the bench, isn't your father a doctor? You were taught by your father, do you know what's going on?"
"My father is just a doctor, not a miracle doctor, and I only know this ability to look at my pulse!" The boy named Baibo retorted.
"That's true." The three of them nodded, said helplessly, and then they all fell silent.
Seeing this, the bench said, "I don't know what happened to the little official. Now, I can only look at God's intention. If Brother He can find some good medicine, it may be useful."
When talking about Brother He, the few people who had been silent all had a look on their faces. It was obvious that this person had a great prestige in their hearts.
"If something happens to the little official, not only will we be unlucky, but Brother He must also be in trouble. I hope he can wake up!" He looked down at the boy and sighed on the bench.
"Board, your family lives next to the royal house. How much do you know about the little officials?" I was always a little curious, and a guard couldn't help asking.
"I don't know the specific matters, but I heard from my father that the little official and the Grand Marshal are of the same clan and have a close relationship. This time, he appointed the team's position as the chief, but was arranged to be in the back camp. He also sent a fire-tooth soldier to protect him. In order to be close to his personal life, Brother He, who is a villager, was recruited. Everyone knows what the following is." The bench said.
These young people are clear-talk and feel sad when they hear this.
The military is very strict. As a personal guard, if something happens to a small official, he will not be able to escape the blame.
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside. Several people stood up almost with conditioned reflexes and held the weapon in their hands. They only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the person coming in clearly.
"Brother He!"
"Call me the sergeant, how is the situation of the young official?" He Zhong pulled up the camp and asked.
"Soldier Commander, aren't you awake yet?" several personal soldiers said uneasy.
He Zhong walked forward, held an oil lamp, and lit it up, and saw the flames of lights illuminating the entire tent.
"The soldiers outside are making a big fuss. If the little official doesn't wake up tomorrow morning, things will be in trouble!" He Zhonggu muttered this sentence, but at the same time ordered: "Listen, be careful, don't let someone in. If the little official has something to do, we can't afford to take care of it!"
"Yes, commander!" The four of them responded immediately, obviously He Zhong had a high prestige among them.
Seeing their appearance, He Zhong looked out, looked outside, and whispered to the four people: "I just met the enemy on the way back."
"ah?"
"...this is how things are." After talking about what happened just now and several companions, He Zhong stood up, wandered for a few steps, and then said: "You guys, what should we do next?"
"There are only two ways to go, one is to retreat, and the other is to continue hiding here." The bench thought for a while and said, under the light, the five teenagers were shining, and the atmosphere was dark.
"It is obviously not enough to hide in this place. This area is no longer safe. If the enemy finds here, we will be blocked in the valley and cannot even fly out." One person expressed his objection.
"Then we can only continue to retreat, but where can we retreat? One thousand five hundred people, all of them were broken up in one battle. What can we do now? Should we go home directly? Let's not talk about whether we can go back smoothly. Even if we really go back, it would be a death sentence for escape without permission. Being caught is a death sentence. If something happens to a small official, it will also implicate his family."
"Captain Soldier, even if we have the identity of a disciple from Mr. Tian's private school, we will still have to die when we go back like this. Besides, there is Zhang Huo outside. Without the little official, he will not listen to us. If we know that something happened to the little official, we will be the first to be cut off by him!"
Speaking of this, there was a silence.
The protection of the little officials is not only the five township soldiers, but also because of their fellow townsmen, they can take good care of themselves and appease the emotions of the little officials.
The real protection is the squad of fangs sent by the above.
These eleven people were all fierce and indifferent, with a bloody smell on their bodies. No matter how arrogant they were, the five teenagers knew that even if they were trying to learn martial arts and train themselves, they would be seeking death when they were fighting against these eleven people!
The four of them looked at He Zhong: "Soldier, no, Brother He, you have always been with us in the village. Now you say what to do, we will all listen to you!"
He Zhong stood up, his face a little gloomy. He was the son of a hunter and was from a military family. He learned martial arts and archery skills. He was also smart and found a way to get Mr. Tian’s private school qualification. He had a reputation in the village, but it was difficult to save it at this time.
Where can I go if I don’t go home?
"The key now is the little official. The little official is the same clan of the Grand Marshal. With this name, if you retreat and meet, you will never be punished!" At this time, He Zhong pondered for a moment, sighed and said.
"This will take you to wait until the young official wakes up before making arrangements!"
In fact, although the little officials and they were fellow townsmen, they had not had much contact. Of course, these five people were centered on He Zhong, but at this time, they really hoped that this person could wake up soon.
In this era of strict class system, people with such background represent hope.
"It depends on the situation. It will take some time to wake up. Make some broth in a while and warm it up. It will make him feel good when he wakes up." He Zhong said, feeling depressed.
Troubled times are different from peaceful times. Most of them are rampant at the age of sixteen or seventeen, showing their strengths.
When He Zhong was young, he made a promise. Xixia Festival was not the first time he killed people. Once, several thieves robbed at night. He Zhong killed several people in a row, which was famous in the village. If that were the case, it would be just a tiny soldier. However, this person liked to study at a very young age. Although his family was poor, he found a way to get Mr. Tian’s private school attendance and became the leader of the young man in the village.
However, because of this, I was noticed by the superiors and became the personal sergeant of the little official.
Chapter completed!