Where there are clouds on the horizon, spring thunder rings.
There is mist flowing between the mountains. Haidongqing flies in the sky, silently patrolling the land in the mist. The trees are looming in the field of vision, and occasionally show traces of the fight.
The blood flowed on the ground, turned into a semi-viscous liquid, and flowed down the mountain stream in the early morning. There were traces of explosions on the grassy slopes, the smell of gunpowder had dissipated, and human corpses were stuck on spears.
A small group of men moved through the corpses.
"Captain Luo has gone east, looking for one last time..."
"The Jurchens will come over at any time and evacuate if there are no wounded..."
"It seems like there is no one alive anymore."
While searching for the wounded, someone took out a fire stick and blew it gently. In the light like bean dots, the sound of conversation occasionally sounded.
"Captain Luo fought well in this battle. Most of the people here are from the Jin Kingdom..."
"It looks like a joke. There are hundreds of them in this area."
"It was the cooperation between Commander Luo and the Fourth Division. On the Fourth Division, I heard that Chen Tian personally led the team. As soon as the battle was over, the Fourth Division moved on to the next one, and Commander Luo chased forward for a while...
…”
"You're bragging again, how do you know so clearly?"
"I asked you when I met with the third team earlier. They saved all the wounded soldiers. Let's mop up along the way..."
As he spoke, the eagle's eyes flashed across the night sky, and a moment later, a figure came running on his hands and knees: "Hai Dongqing, the Jurchens are coming from the north."
"Second Young Master... I asked you to be here..."
"When you're not talking nonsense, talk to me later." The prostrate figure twisted his neck and shook his wrist, appearing to be very talkative. The adult next to him grabbed him.
"Lao Yu, you go south. Whatever you want to do, Second Young Master, you go too."
"I haven't finished speaking. Uncle Zheng, there are not many Jurchens. We are a small scout team, maybe a vanguard to explore the situation. I have already observed everyone. If we eat it, the Jurchens will be blind in this area."
, you’ll be blind for at least a day or two, right?”
"I'll eat it if you want. I promised your father..."
"No, I'm not old, and I'm good at Qinggong, so I've seen everyone. If you don't take me with you, they will see you soon. We don't have much time. Don't let mother-in-law and mother-in-law be moved. Uncle Yu, you move first, and Uncle Zheng, you follow
I'm coming, please stay hidden."
The young man who spoke looked like a loach. With a flick of his hand, he turned around and slipped out. He was half-dressed in camouflage, with some bark and moss attached to his body. He was crawling and his limbs swayed very little, like a spider or a turtle. If he was far away,
, his presence was almost invisible. Zheng Qiming had no choice but to catch up with everyone.
The young man running in front was naturally Ning Ji. Although his behavior was a bit shameless, his eyes were full of solemnity and vigilance. He briefly told others the location of the Jurchen scouts, and his figure had disappeared into the trees ahead.
Inside, Zheng Qiming, who was larger in stature, sighed and sneaked away to the other side.
Not long after, the fight began in the thick fog at dawn.
The Jurchen scouts were not easy to deal with. Although they were slightly scattered and approached quietly, the moment the first one fell down after being hit by an arrow, the others were already alert. The figure flew among the trees, and the light of the sword cut across the night. Ning Ji
He pulled the trigger of the crossbow and then pounced on the opponent he had already targeted.
The Jurchen scout swayed, avoiding the crossbow bolts, and drew his sword to slash. In the darkness, Ning Ji was shorter than the average person. The steel knife passed over his head, and the knife in his hand had already penetrated into the opponent's lower abdomen.
middle.
The Jurchen scout was wearing soft armor and thick clothes. Ning Ji's knife did not penetrate deeply into the flesh. He only heard a "hmm" sound. The Jurchen man reached out and grabbed the back of the knife, and slashed back with the light of the knife in his other hand. Ning Ji
Let go of the hilt of the knife and turn your body behind the enemy.
The Jurchen man roared wildly and turned around, but Ning Ji's movements were even faster. In the blink of an eye, he was on the opponent's back like an ape, grabbing the opponent's head with one hand. The Jurchen scout knew that the situation was critical.
, the body jumped up with force and hit the ground behind.
At the moment when the world was spinning, Ning Ji put his hands together, hugged the opponent's head, curled up his body and made a defensive posture. Hearing a bang, his back fell to the ground, mud and water splashed everywhere, but the Jurchen's head was being
He held her in his arms.
The next moment, bloody light shot into the darkness. Ning Ji spread his hands and cut open the opponent's neck with the short knife in his hand.
Hai Dongqing swooped down from the sky, while the feeder on the ground whose neck was cut open was still struggling violently. The falcon pounced on the young man who was taking the life of its owner, striking with its sharp claws and biting with its iron beak. For a moment, the young man
He grabbed Hai Dongqing and jumped up from the ground. He grabbed the eagle's neck with one hand and its wings with the other. During the beast's violent struggle, he twisted it to death in his hands.
When he threw Hai Dongqing's body away and wanted to help others, the fight in the forest had ended. At this time, it was only four or five breaths away from the first moment he rushed out. Zheng Qi
Ming had already rushed forward, slashed at the still twitching scout on the ground, and then asked: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay..." Ning Ji spat out the blood in his teeth and looked at the surroundings. Everyone seemed quiet before he said, "Haitongqing...watch me kill a Haidongqing. Let's..."
"Liu Yuan has been stabbed..." At this moment, a low voice came. On the other side of the field of vision, there was a figure covering his lower abdomen and slowly slumped down beside the tree trunk. Ning Ji was stunned for a moment, and then moved towards
Run over there...
In the battle on the battlefield, you may be injured at any time, and you may witness your comrades falling down and leaving at any time. Ning Ji, who is in the military medical team these days, has become accustomed to such things.
As the time progressed to mid-February, the battlefields on the front line were criss-crossed, with encirclement and escape, raids and counter-raids happening every day in the mountains.
The mountains in front of Zizhou were too complicated. The Chinese Army divided the army into regiments for mobilization and the most efficient operations. Ning Ji also followed the battlefield and kept moving. Although he was affiliated with the military medical team, he was probably in a few days.
During the movement of the army, they would also fall to the front line of the battlefield, or come into close contact with the Jurchen scouts. At this time, Ning Ji would encourage Zheng Qiming and others around him to reap the results of the battle.
Although there were not many people with Zheng Qiming, most of them were the guards who had followed Ning Yi in the past, and they had excellent combat capabilities. Theoretically speaking, Ning Ji's life was very important, but in an atmosphere where the battle on the front line was so intense,
Everyone was fighting bravely, and they really couldn't sit back and watch the small Jurchen team that could kill them.
In this way, by mid-February, Ning Ji had participated in the hunting of Jurchen scouts and soldiers three times, and had lost a few lives. One of them, when he met a sophisticated hunter from the Jin Kingdom, he almost lost his life.
I was hit with a knife that sealed my throat, and I was quite scared when I thought about it afterwards.
It is human nature to be afraid. If he was really a young master in a greenhouse, he would probably never dare to fight with others again because of such things once or twice. But on the battlefield, there is a good medicine to resist this fear.
When I see the Chinese soldiers fighting desperately on this battlefield, fighting one after another, when I see these brave people struggling in pain, or when I see the cold corpses sacrificed on the battlefield, no matter how much I fear,
It will be suppressed in his heart. In such a battle, almost everyone is moving forward, and he does not dare to retreat.
Companion Liu Yuan's stab wound was not fatal, but he would not recover for a while. After the first round of emergency treatment, everyone made a simple stretcher and two companions carried him away. Ning Ji was about to die.
Hai Dongqing picked it up and said, "Let's eat chicken tonight." Then he also showed off, "We have been fighting with the Jurchen scouts for so long, Hai Dongqing hasn't killed a few of them, right?"
While fighting with this big bird, he also received some scattered wounds on his body, one of which was on his face. But compared with the situation where people died frequently on the battlefield, these were just small scratches.
Don't just apply some potion on it and don't pay much attention to it.
"I heard that eagle blood is very replenishing, isn't it?"
"It's just like chicken blood, right? You've been dead for a while, who wants to drink it?"
No one asked for it, and Ning Ji didn't intend to drink it. At this time, the early morning sunlight had already filtered through the fog and filtered down from the forest. The air was moist. Ning Ji and Zheng Qiming were chatting as they walked.
"Uncle Zheng, my father said that there are always some people in this world who are true geniuses. The grandfather of the Liu family was said to be the best master in the world of swordsmanship. He was very discerning, and you were accepted as his apprentice.
, Is he such a genius?"
"In terms of talent in the art of swordsmanship, our senior brothers are pretty good, but the one with the best talent is probably your Uncle Qian. Your Auntie Gua is also very good. When it comes to martial arts, neither she nor Chen Fan can catch up with us.
.”
"Well, then...Uncle Zheng, what do you think of me? I recently thought that I should be such a genius. You see, instead of being a military doctor, I think it would be better for me to be a scout. Unfortunately, I promised my father before
…”
"Ning Ji..."
"Um?"
"Those who survive are the real geniuses."
"...Well, but Uncle Zheng..."
"you say."
"The whole battle must be won before anyone can survive."
Ning Ji was at a passionate and innocent age, and some of his words might be called childlike, but no matter what, these words made it difficult for Zheng Qiming to refute for a while.
He looked at the young man walking beside him. The battlefield was full of dangers and was changing rapidly. Even during this conversation, Ning Ji's figure always maintained a vigilant and hidden posture. He could avoid or break out at any time. The battlefield is
The Shura Field is indeed a place where masters are trained. A warrior can practice for half a lifetime and fight with opponents at any time. However, few people can maintain natural vigilance every day and every hour. But Ning Ji quickly
entered this state.
In this case, a few months of training can surpass a person's years of practice and understanding.
As everyone walked forward, low voices occasionally sounded.
"Hey, tell me, where will the decisive battle be in this battle?"
"The General Staff is looking for a good opportunity..."
"I heard that the main reason is that Wanyan Zonghan has not officially appeared yet."
"Sa Ba is his best dog. On the way from Yuxi River, it was Dalai at first. Then I saw Zong Han on the second day of the first lunar month. Later it was Sa Ba who led the entire army. I think
Zong Han is right there."
"Zong Han has been fighting all his life. What if he is not there? He is not there. He is not there."
"Ho ho, you are a big bastard who knows the art of war. I see, Zong Han has probably guessed what you are thinking..."
"So this time we don't defend Zizhou, and we just want to kill Zong Han directly?"
"No wonder Zong Han hasn't shown up yet..."
"Hey, hey, hey, I thought about it... I have said it in night school and mobilization rallies that our most powerful thing is called subjective initiative. What I am talking about is that our people, even if they are scattered, they know where to go. There is no leader on the opposite side.
I was confused. Several times in the past...for example, after killing Yan Loushi, I beat him first and beat him into a pot of porridge. Everyone ran around, and our chance came. Isn't it like this this time..."
"Then where do you think we should go after we break up?"
"...Go and kill Zong Han."
"Because of this, Zong Han will not come out after the second grade of junior high school. Who should be killed now?"
"His son Xie Bao."
"Why not kill Ba Lisu? For example, now it is harder to kill the diagonal guards, while Ba Lisu is easier to kill. The staff decided to kill Ba Lisu, and you went to kill the diagonal guards. Isn't this subjective initiative useless?
Already..."
"Yao Shubin, you are making excuses..."
"Mr. Ning said, Gang Jing..."
"The rip-off turns into a traitor..."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"No, let's discuss it. What if we really break up? Ning Ji, how about you come to judge..."
"I...I don't know either...but this time it should be different."
"Okay, I think this time..."
"Shhh"
"..."
"..."
"hidden……"
In the faint morning light, the companion who was walking at the front to explore the path made a gesture from a distance. The people in the team each took their own actions.