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August 30th, northwest land.
In the end of the autumn season, there was no sign of stopping to stop. Under heavy rain, there were deserted mountains, dwarf trees decaying grass, flowing water, and occasionally.
In the mud or grass, stop breathing forever.
In the chaotic battlefield last night, the trajectory of the killing extended from north to south to a dozen distance. In fact, it was just a conflict after two or three thousand people encountered.
No one still takes care of it.
A group of forty -three people came from south to north. Four horses were picked up on the road, and four of them were wounded. When I saw the corpse on the way, they also searched for something.
The flowing rain has long been soaked in the body, the air is cold, and the boots on the feet are embedded in the muddy of the road. It costs exhaustion when it is pulled out.
Faint pain, stuff a small piece of marching food into your mouth.
"Well ... you said, where are we going now?"
The heavy rain that fell was the most annoying. I wiped the water stains on my face in front of them, but I was fascinated by my eyes for a while. Walking next to it was his comrades Chen Side, and he was fiddling the crossbow on his body. Xu was broken.
"Where did you kill last night? Where to go back?" Chen Side looked ahead, "It is reasonable, there should be someone waiting there."
"Will the Golden Dog send someone over there?"
"... It's hard to say." Chen Side hesitated a bit, and the crossbow in his hand pulled hard, only listening to the sound of "pop", and broke away. Zhuo Yongqing said: "Go and get good."
A piece of iron in the mud, insertion and other things. These things in the crossbow bows are still useful after all.
The rest waited for the other people to walk over, and they were weighed lightly, and there were also those who helped the wounded. The big sound suddenly came from the back. A figure fell from the horse's back and splashed the mud.
The horses stopped, and someone ran over in the back. Zhuo Yongqing wiped the water droplets on his eyes: "It's a land stone ..."
At this time, everyone in the front and back has stopped, watching the comrades who are supporting the figures in the mud water, the comrade -in -arms body fixed for a moment, looking back for half a circle: "Dead ... Lu Shitou ..."
Someone moved, the front section of the team, Qu Qing came out: "... Take his things. Put him on the side of the road."
"... Do you want to bury him?" Someone asked whispered.
"There is no time." After saying this, he paused, reached out three horses in the back, "Find a place to treat the injury first, catch up with the brigade, there are us here, there are real women, not too peaceful."
The crowd did it. They took the knife and shield of the land stone, the crossbow, and supported the other person with heavy injuries. Cover the clothes and continue.
It is still the autumn rain of gray and gloomy. More than forty people walk along the mud, and they will turn around the rugged mountain road ahead. Under this silver -gray sky, there are more than 20 northern land in the mountain road.
The man is also down the mountain road. Because the soil is covered. The two sides have not seen each other.
"... yesterday night, the brigade should not have been scattered. We killed too much ... I remember Lu Lifu's death."
"Lu Lifu ... Where is it?"
"Don't remember, on the way, the golden dog's war horse ... hit him. Take me."
While talking, Chen Side was still playing with another crossbow in his hand. After drinking a sip, he handed his vine kettle to Zhuo Yongqing. Zhuo Yongqing took the kettle and pressed the chest subconsciously.
"If you hit the fly, you may die if you don't necessarily, my bones may be damaged, and I don't die. So he may ..."
It is still said that there was a sudden movement above the hillside, which was a handful of people, and the crossbow rang. The two figures suddenly rolled down from the mountain. One of them was one of the three scouts on the Black Banner Army.
One person is obviously a female true sport. At the corner of the road in front of the queue, some people suddenly shouted: "Fight!" There was an arrow flying over, and the person walking at the front had turned the shield.
At this moment, Zhuo Yongqing stunned, and the feeling of war suddenly rose from behind his head and exploded. He only hesitated this moment, and then rushed forward.
The crossbow bow, pulled the crossbow string, and someone around him rushed faster.
A few simple shields set up a loose array in a blink of an eye. The bow and arrow opposite to hit the shield. Luo Ye shouted with a knife: "How much", "How much"
"twenty"
"Kill them!"
On the corner of the road, there was a war horse rushing suddenly, and the shield wall rushed to the front of the front. A Chinese soldier was hit by the war horse.
Has rushed in. The female real people over there rushed over, and the people here had greeted them.
Luo Ye walked in the mud with a knife with one hand. Seeing that the female true cavalry who rushed over, the pace was not slow, and the knife was shifted into both hands. After the war horses were close, the pace stopped suddenly.
The body moved horizontally, and a knife was chopped.
"Arrogant your mother"
The battle rolled out with blood flying out, and the real woman who was immediately before climbing up, they were stabbed to the ground by the people behind them with spears. At this time, the conflict between the war has begun.
On the hedges, Zhuo Yongqing rushed up. Nearby was a long -haired mountain that was pushed towards the female real person. The mud water lifted in the run.
Zhuo Yongqing waved the shield and blocked the knife.
Mao Yishan crossed the shield again, and the real woman rolled to escape again, Zhuo Yongqing followed him, and was about to raise the knife and chopped it.
There was no moving bomb, but there was a crossbowya on his face. Zhuo Yongqing looked back and didn't know who shot it. At this time, Mao Yishan already shouted: "Holding the group"
In the autumn rain, the dangerous slaughter turned into the theme on the mountain road in a blink of an eye. Zhuo Yongqing and Mao Yishan had hugged.
Several people in the industry are a small group. The strongest aggression, Hou Wu, Qu Qing and others are another group with the largest number of people. This sudden encounter is extremely fierce.
Their fierce hunting could not take the upper hand. For a moment, several people fell, and the blood flowed on the hillside again.
The wounded soldiers named Pan Xiaomao hid behind the war horses who were seriously wounded in the rear, guarding seven or eight crossbow bows from time to time to shoot archery, sometimes hit the horse, and sometimes she shot.
Running towards the hillside as soon as he turned around. The place not far below was the cliff of the mountain stream. The soldiers named Wang Yuan raised the knife all the way to kill. When chasing the edge of the cliff, Luo Ye shouted, "Come back!
"However, it was too late, and the soil and stone on the hillside slid. He fell with the real woman.
I do n’t know how long the battle lasted. There were two female live horses fleeing. When she was near the nearby female real soldiers, Zhuo Yongqing gasped suddenly, and Mao Yishan patted his shoulder: "Kill the kill.
Okay! "However, Zhuo Yongqing did not kill people this time. He consumed a lot of physical strength, mainly because the injuries on the chest increased the physical consumption.
"Check the number of people! Save the wounded first!" Qu Qing shouted in the crowd. Everyone rushed towards the wounded around, and Luo Ye ran all the way to the edge of the cliff, leaned down and looked down.
If you want to find a chance of luck. After taking a few breaths, Zhuo Yongqing stood up and stood up to check the wounded. When he walked back, he found that Chen Side had fallen into a pool of blood. His throat
I got a arrow and worn straight.
Zhuo Yongqing's brain rang. Of course, this is the first time he has been on the battlefield, but for the past few days, Chen Side was not his first companion and friend who watched his death. Witnessing such death. It was blocked in his heart.
In fact, it is not sad, but more weight. That is a living person, in the past, talking ... Chen Side is good at handmade, and you can remove the crossbow in the past.
The kettle -made kettle in the vine is extremely exquisite inside. It is said that when Chen Side participated in the Huaxia Army, he edited him by his mother. Many things, after abruptly, seem to be suddenly pressed at this moment. Such a weight, such weight.
It is difficult to swallow it directly into the stomach.
However, no matter who it is, it must be swallowed all of this. The dead people are very heavy. At this moment, it is light. The battlefield is always on the battlefield. It will delay more things on the battlefield.
This extremely light and very heavy contradictions are pressed together.
Zhuo Yongqing's eyes rolled in, and something rolled out. He turned his head to look at the people around him. Luo Madman stood on the edge of the cliff for a while, turned his head and walked back.
It seems that a trace of madness is mixed in the calm movement. Some people checked for a moment next to the deceased, and after being stunned, they walked silently.
OK! Bandow medicine brought "
Zhuo Yongqing picked up the rattan kettle on the ground, hung it on his body, and helped others. After some tossing, the number of people was cleared.
When Qing is not a knife injury affecting the battle, it is not counted. When everyone is ready to go forward, Zhuo Yongqing also subconsciously said: "Do you want to ... buried them ..."
He looked at the corpse on the side of the road.
"... There is no time." Luo Ye said that, and then he paused, and suddenly reached out to the bottom.
"Okay." Qu Qing nodded, first walked to the body, "Everyone faster."
They threw eight corpses on the roadside into the depths, and then continued. They originally planned to return along the original road last night. However, considering the situation of the wounded, there will be no one on the way.
There will also be a situation of a female real person, so I simply found a fork. After walking out a few miles, leaving the serious wounded in a relatively hidden mountain cricket under the cliff, and arranged the two to take care of it.
"You can't go anymore." Qu Qing and these humanitarian, "Even if it passed, it is difficult to fight against the female real person.
, Turn back in the evening. "
After leaving these twelve people, Zhuo Yongqing and other twenty -two people rushed to the place when the battle last night was in the war. On the road, a five -person female team met again.
The five people were converged. When I got the small trees on the forest of the mountains that rushed the war last night, I saw the traces of the war.
Twenty -six people risked to the woods to explore the woods for a long time, and hurriedly retreated after taking over the enemy. At this time, the female really scattered soldiers.
Stronger than the wild, the single soldiers in the forest. It may be a choice to keep here for a companion here, but it is too passive.
The position you go, chase over.
This time, it was a muddy rainy day. When I was approaching that mountain, I saw a corpse falling on the side of the road. There were almost a dozen arrows on the body. This is their soldiers who left the wounded.
The name is Zhang Gui. The crowd suddenly became nervous, and he was vigilant and rushed to the mountain.
It's too late.
The mountains are full of blood everywhere, and the corpses are densely covered. There are the corpses of eleven Chinese soldiers. Each person has arrows on the body. Obviously, when the female real people come, the wounded will open the shield to shoot with a crossbow.
I resist. But in the end, they were killed by the female real person. The innermost part of the mountain stalks. Four serious wounded people who were not easy to move were killed by the Huaxia soldiers themselves. After the little injury was killed, they inserted the long knife into
In my heart, the corpse is sitting next to it, but there is no real woman who cuts it away.
The sky was dim, and the rain was still down. Everyone carefully checked all this. Some people remembered Zhang Gui who died on the side of the road and said softly: "Zhang Gui wants to introduce the female real person ..." Luo Ye
I went out with a few people with a knife, obviously I wanted to find the traces of a real woman, and I spent a while. I only listened to the roar of Luo Ye from the dim mountains: "Come"
After a while, it was again: "Come" but did not echo. Soon after, Luo Ye returned, and on the other side, there were also people who moved Zhang Gui's body back.
"It's a bit of time now." Hou Wudao, "Let's bury them."
Luo Ye nodded: "Cake raw fire, let's take a night."
"Women's real people may still be around."
"Let them come!" Luo Ye gritted his teeth and said. After a while, Qu Qing said there: "Still fire, clothes should be dried."
The crowd dug the pit and buried the twelve corpses. That night, the grave was resting in this place. The soldiers ate some hot arms.
Bring a good bandage. This day's rolling, heavy rain, mud, fighting, injuries, everyone is tired, after drying the clothes, they extinguished the fire, Zhuo Yongqing was cold and hot, and the fans in their ears were fans in their ears.
Listen to everyone's discussions of tomorrow.
"... Wan Yan Lou's room has been around the circle in Yanzhou these days. Several places in Qingzhou have been around the circle. I think I am waiting for the reinforcements ... The army of the family has already come around, but maybe the family will come.
It ’s hard to say whether Ning Jun will come to the fun. In a few days, it will be chaotic in the surrounding area. I guess, if the Wan Yan Lou room is going to go, it is likely to choose the direction of the presence ..."
"... Wan Yan Lou's room is not afraid of fighting, he is just cautious, there is a chapter in fighting, he does not fight against us, he is afraid of our artillery, balloon ..."
"If you push this way, maybe you will get a big fight while the rain ..."
"Maybe it's tonight ..."
"yes……"
"Anyway, we will catch up in the direction of Xuanjia tomorrow?"
Zhuo Yongqing leaned on the grave head, listening to Luo Ye and others with a buzzing discussion for a while, and I do n’t know when he heard that Qu Qing was saying, "Leaving the wounded here here, this is my fault ...
"
"What's wrong with you, take less things on yourself!" Luo Ye's voice louder, "The injured can't go, we have to rush to the battlefield again, everyone can only do it!
What should be done is to get back from the female real person! "
"Maybe a few people can go to the brigade, we wait here."
"There is no such choice!" Luo Ye was cut off. "Who are we fighting with? Wan Yan Lou's room! Women are the first! Now we seem to be evenly matched with him, who knows when we have flaws, let them eat us
! Since you want to fight on the front, we have all the things that are scored! We have only more than 20 people, but who knows if it will be because we are less, the front will be a little bit?
People come back to us? Qu Qing, fight! What is the most important thing to fight? Mr. Ning said, put his life up! "
Luo Ye paused: "Our life, their life ... my own brother, they are dead, I am sad, I can die for them, but I can't lose!
Do not need to fight for your own life, fight for others' lives! Fight to the extreme! To death, others ca n’t keep up, you can hardly kill others! You think of those who do n’t, it ’s not your fault, it’ s a female real person! ”
"Thank you, Luo Crazy." Qu Qing said, "Rest assured, the fire in my heart is not less than you, I know what I can do."
"Huh, here today, I haven't seen anyone in my heart ..."
The coldness faded, and the heat wave came again. Zhuo Yongqing leaned on the grave, gritted his teeth, pinched his fist, and soon fell asleep again. The next day, the rain stretched out.
Everyone ate something a little bit, said goodbye to the grave, and set off in the direction of Xuanjiayu again.
There is a road of heavy rain and rugged, but on the battlefield, as long as there is still a breath, there is no complaining and complaining place ...
Except for moving forward, no other way.
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