The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the earth through the thick fog, and the thick smoke that has not dispersed is reflected in the beam.
"kill!!!"
Liang Qiu, covered in cold sweat, woke up from his dream.
In the dream, tens of thousands of dead corpses wanted him to pay for his life. He raised his sword and fought. No matter how he slashed, the dead corpses seemed to have magic power. Every time they fell to the ground, they would come back to life again, just when they were drowned by pairs of bloody hands.
, Liang Qiu woke up.
"Brother Su, I made you laugh."
When I loosened my right hand holding the sword, maybe it was because I had held it tightly for a long time, I felt numbness and soreness in my fingers, which was very uncomfortable.
He glanced at Liang Qiu, whose palms were full of cold sweat. He slowly stood up and looked at Su Ming not far away, squatting by the fire and looking at him with a slightly embarrassed expression.
"People who have been on the battlefield for a long time also dream!"
Beside the fire, Su Ming used his helmet to boil some broth, filled a bowl and handed it to Liang Qiu with a mocking tone.
"If you kill too many people, your heart will indeed become numb, but you will still have the feeling of surviving a disaster."
Liang Qiu took the broth with his hands, blew on it, and took a sip. The aroma of the broth filled Liang Qiu's taste buds, like a warm current flowing into his belly.
He looked at Su Ming in disbelief and immediately buried his face in the bowl, eating the pieces of meat in the hot soup like a hungry wolf.
"This is the best broth I have ever tasted in my life."
After a restful meal, Liang Qiu stroked his belly contentedly and felt the long-lost fullness. This feeling seemed to bring him back to life.
"It's time to go."
After seeing Liang Qiu finish the remaining broth, Su Ming stood up and looked at the flag waving in the air in the distance, his eyes changing from lazy to sad.
"Okay, let's go, brother Su, I will hang out with you from now on."
Seeing the change in Su Ming's expression, Liang Qiu was stunned for a moment, then smiled, picked up the long sword beside him and stood up.
The two of them walked in the direction of the flag, one behind the other, and that flag represented the Southern Barbarians.
one year later
"General Liang, the spies have come to report that the left wing of our army is fighting with the Jiuli clan. Most of them are from the Laoqiu camp, and they are about to lose their support."
A soldier hurriedly ran in from outside the military tent, sweat dripping down his face, and his eyes were full of panic.
The man with a black eyepatch on his left eye looked a little haggard with stubble on his face, and the bloodshot eyes and heavy dark circles seemed to tell him that he hadn't slept a wink for several days.
What the pawn said just now made him frown, and then he waved his hand for the pawn to get down, then turned to look at the man standing in front of the sand table.
The man glanced at the man wearing a blindfold and silently pulled out a small flag from the sand tray.
"Is there no other way?"
Looking at the man's actions, the man wearing a blindfold walked up to the man with a helpless tone.
"You and I have been fighting with the Jiuli clan for more than a year. We both know their fighting methods very well. Without me, they won't be able to hold on for long."
The man looked at the sand table for a long time and then slowly raised his head. The scar on his right face was shocking. It was a pity that such a handsome face was damaged by such a scar.
At this time, the hatred in the man's eyes reached its extreme level and was displayed unscrupulously.
"Maybe, maybe..."
"After waiting for so long, I finally got the chance. After I help you avenge the loss of your eyes, I will come back and cook you some broth."
"Be more careful..."
Before the man with the eyepatch could finish speaking, the man pushed aside the military curtain and walked out.
"Su, brother."
Even the outstretched hand did not touch the man's clothes.
The man who walked out of the military tent was Su Ming. From that day on, the two fought side by side. In just one year, Su Ming helped Liang Qiu rise from a soldier to a general guarding Chu Ting, although he was the lowest general.
existence, but there are many people under his command.
Since Su Ming's status was very special and he could not show up, he gave all the military honors to Liang Qiu. This is also the reason why he climbed several levels in such a short period of time.
To talk about the main reason for being able to climb to the rank of general so quickly, we should also mention the Jiuli clan. This army is claimed to be the oldest clan in the ancient southern barbarian land. It is physically powerful and claims to be the descendant of the barbarian god. Its strength is so strong that it can shake mountains and rocks.
Just four months ago, the Jiuli Clan came without warning and frequently appeared in Liang Qiu's jurisdiction. After the two learned the news, they immediately led the Qiu Ziying to the battlefield to prevent the Jiuli Clan from succeeding.
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But there were heavy casualties that time, and most of the veterans of Qiu Ziying were buried in that land forever after that battle.
In order to rescue Liang Qiu, Su Ming was stabbed several times. The scar on his right face was caused by a sneak attack at that time.
Although Liang Qiu was rescued by Su Ming, his left eye was stabbed with a sharp weapon. Due to the excessive blood loss and the bone-eroding sting, he fainted. In the end, Su Ming carried Liang Qiu all the way back to the military camp.
When he returned to the military camp and tried to repair the left eye, he discovered that Liang Qiu's left eye had been damaged on the way back. No matter how powerful the doctor's methods were, he could not repair it.
After a tragic victory in the battle, only one of the lowest-ranking generals was replaced. Liang Qiu lost his left eye forever, while Su Ming had to bear that shocking scar for the rest of his life.
Every time he saw the scars on Su Ming's face, Liang Qiu would recall the scene when Su Ming risked his life to rescue him and was slashed on the face.
Sometimes Su Ming would tease Liang Qiu from time to time.
"Brother Liang, I am disfigured now. It will be difficult to find a wife in the future. You have to be responsible for finding a wife for me."
Although Liang Qiu responded with a naive smile, he still felt guilty. Maybe it was because Su Ming's face was too handsome.
At this time, Su Ming was running towards the battlefield so fast that he could only see a black shadow passing by.
On the battlefield, the ground was dyed red with blood, broken arms and limbs could be seen everywhere, and the white bones exposed on the corpses were so majestic.
"Brothers from Lao Qiu Ziying, are we afraid of death?"
One of the one-armed veterans, supporting the ground with a single sword, barely stood up straight. He glanced at the approaching Jiuli clan in the distance, and then looked around at the exhausted soldiers. His voice was not loud, but it affected everyone's feelings.
Heart.
"Don't be afraid!"
After hearing what the veteran said, the soldiers shouted in unison.
"Do you still remember Qiu Ziying's seven iron rules?"
"Remember!"
"Anyone who disturbs the morale of the army will be killed!"
"Kill the coward who is afraid of the dead!"
"Anyone who insults our military camp will be killed!"
"Those who are traitorous shall be killed!"
"If you point your sword at the common people, kill them!"
"Anyone who steps on our borders will be killed!"
"The Southern Barbarians are invading, kill! Kill! Kill!"
Under the leadership of the veterans, the shouts became more and more exciting. At this moment, the military morale reached an unprecedented height, like Optimus Prime.
As everyone shouted out the seven inspiring iron rules, the veteran clenched his sword in his hand, came to the front of the team, yelled the last word to kill, and rushed out.