A gentle breeze blew across my face, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of corpses.
Zhang Xiu stood on the high slope of Shuangzhong Ridge and looked towards the dark forest below the hill. He saw countless corpses lying prostrate and piled up in the dark trees. The originally peaceful and beautiful forest had become a hell on earth.
There was one of the thickest trees at the foot of the hill, and Zhang Xiu's clan brother was lying there. He was slumped in the grass under the tree, his body curled up into a ball. His helmet was broken into pieces, and the solidified blood covered his livid face.
Half dyed red, his eyes looked at Zhang Xiu blankly, his face distorted by pain and despair.
Silently looking at his clan brother who had died long ago, Zhang Xiu couldn't calm down in his heart. Death on the battlefield might be the fate of a soldier, but such a way of death would be too cruel.
Zhang Xiu rode his horse down the high slope and shouted loudly to the soldiers following him: "Bury the fallen soldiers on the spot and search everywhere to see if there are any enemy corpses."
"promise!"
Zhang Xiu came to his clan brother's side on horseback, glanced at his clan brother again, and finally couldn't bear to look any further and turned away.
Suddenly, something flashed in the corner of Zhang Xiu's eyes. He reined in his horse and turned his head to look. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. There was also a big tree to his right. Under the tree, a soldier lay crooked in the grass, his body curled up.
His death, with his helmet shattered and his face stained with blood, was exactly the same as the death of his clan brother.
He couldn't help but feel something in his heart. He looked around carefully and found that most of the people who died in battle under the big tree died like this.
"How could there be such a coincidence?"
With a trace of suspicion, Zhang Xiu jumped off the horse, walked quickly to the soldier's body under the tree on his right, and gently took off the soldier's broken helmet. There was a large dent in the dead man's head, and he had obviously suffered
Fatal blow.
Turning back to where his clan brother fell to the ground, he carefully examined the wounds and found that the positions and sizes of the wounds on the two men were almost exactly the same. They were obviously injured by the same type of weapon at the same angle.
"What kind of weapon did the enemy use to cause damage to the top of his head?"
Zhang Xiu looked up and saw a towering tree with dense branches and leaves that almost blocked the sky. Just when he was puzzled, he suddenly discovered a drop of sticky blood on the trunk. He seemed to have thought of something and put his silver
He threw the snake gun to a soldier and quickly climbed up the tree.
As soon as he climbed up the big tree, he discovered some clues. There was some dirt left on the horizontal branches of the trunk, and there was still a little bit of something purple on the trunk.
He reached out and touched the soil on the horizontal branch. It was obviously the wet soil on the forest floor, which had been stuck to the soles of the enemy's shoes and carried to the tree. He then wiped the purple color with his fingers. It felt a little sticky to the touch, so he put it under his nose.
Sniffing, a bloody smell hit my nose.
"It turns out that the enemy's hiding place before the raid and their escape route after the attack were all in the trees!" Zhang Xiu finally came to a conclusion, but this conclusion made him even more confused.
He jumped down from the tree and said to himself: "It is impossible for ordinary soldiers to do this. Who can have such a method?"
"Report to the general, the body count has been completed, and a total of 3,000 of our troops were killed."
Zhang Xiu nodded and asked, "How many enemy corpses are there?"
"Uh..." The person who came said something with a confused look on his face.
"Speak, how many enemy corpses are there in total?"
"General Qi, no enemy corpse was found in the entire battle scene."
"What did you say?" Zhang Xiu was shocked, turned his head and widened his eyes, asking in disbelief, "Say it again!"
"The entire... entire battle scene did not reveal a single enemy corpse..."
Zhang Xiu took a breath of air. Although his army was not affiliated with the Ghost Army, they were all carefully selected warriors from Xiliang. A total of three thousand people were all killed by the enemy in one night.
And if you can do it without leaving a single corpse, you can imagine how powerful the enemy is.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiu felt the pressure in his heart doubled, and his chest was extremely depressed. He thought slowly: "This time the enemy is well prepared and powerful. They are no less powerful than the ghost cavalry under the king's tent. They are even stronger than the ghost cavalry. If
The enemy's goal is
As for Hulao Pass, can the 10,000 soldiers in Hulao Pass really defeat this powerful enemy? Moreover, so far, we still don’t know how many enemies there are, and where the enemies are coming from.
I don’t know, I am openly against the enemy, what should I do?”
He raised his head and looked up from between the treetops, only to see the blood-like setting sun reflecting the entire sky scarlet.
"General Qi, I found a handful of white hair, and also found the enemy's writing on the tree trunk over there." A soldier held a handful of white hair in his hand and handed it to Zhang Xiu's hand.
Said hurriedly.
Zhang Xiu took the white hair and took a look first. Suddenly, he remembered the "white-haired ghost" mentioned by Hu Che'er. He was startled and secretly shouted: "Is it really made by a ghost?"
"It's impossible. If it was really made by ghosts, why are there footprints on the tree trunk?"
Zhang Xiu was confused. He held the handful of white hair tightly and asked, "Where is the writing? Take me there quickly."
The soldiers took Zhang Xiu to a big tree and saw four clear characters carved on the trunk - Feiyu of the State of Yan.
"Feiyu of the State of Yan...Feiyu of the State of Yan..."
Zhang Xiu silently recited these four words in his mouth. The first two words were self-explanatory and directly pointed out that the person coming was from Yan State, but the last two words made him think for a long time.
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Suddenly, the words "Feiyu Army" flashed in his mind, and he immediately understood the origin of the enemy.
"General, what should we do now?" asked a military commander.
Zhang Xiu said: "It is getting late. We have been running for nearly half a day. We are tired and exhausted. Let's bury the body first, and then rest here for the night. We will return to Hulao Pass early tomorrow morning."
"promise!"
There is no barracks established here, or rather, it is covered by woods. There is only a path winding through the woods, making it impossible to set up a barracks. Therefore, it means that Zhang Xiu will camp in the woods tonight.
After burying all the bodies, it was already late at night. Everyone ate some dry food they had brought with them, tied the horses together, lit many bonfires, and then began to rest.
Having learned from the past, Zhang Xiu did not dare to be careless and sent people to watch at night, and then slept with his subordinates.
In the second half of the night, the soldiers on guard duty were also very sleepy. Seeing that nothing happened for a long time, they could not even hear the hoot of an owl. The quietness aroused their desire to sleep. They slowly closed their eyes and decided to squint for a while.
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The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the whole forest was quiet. However, Zhang Xiu and others lying under the tree were exhausted from the long journey during the day and the physical exertion of burying the corpse. Once they fell asleep, they
Like dead pigs.
Not long after, one or two owl hoots were heard.
After that, there was deathly silence again.
After a while, a small stone fell from the sky and hit a soldier's sword, making a loud buzzing sound in the silent night.
However, the sleeping soldiers didn't care at all and continued to have their sweet dreams.
After that, there was silence for a long time.
At the time of ugliness, many black shadows suddenly appeared, causing the green leaves to fall, and the nightmare in the woods began.
"boom……"
Uninterrupted muffled sounds kept coming, and the sound of the collision of blunt objects and metal gathered from the edges of the Xiliang soldiers to the middle like a violent storm. However, those Xiliang soldiers who were hit by blunt objects had not had time to scream.
, his skull was shattered, and he died.
The noise immediately woke up the Xiliang soldiers who were sleeping soundly. A Xiliang soldier just rubbed his sleepy eyes, and before he could realize what was going on, his head was hit by a blunt instrument, and blood burst out and splashed on the
on other soldiers.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Xiliang soldiers finally discovered the abnormality and shouted loudly.
Zhang Xiu was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard the shouts of his subordinates. He immediately climbed up the tree trunk like a leopard, holding the spear in his arms horizontally across his body. He looked at the shadows in the grass and tree holes.
Many black shadows jumped out from below, slaughtering his panicked subordinates at will.
He noticed that those black figures were agile and moved quickly, and their attacks were clean and neat, without any sloppiness. Blood flew everywhere where they passed, and the heads of his soldiers flew into the sky one by one.
In the dark night, he couldn't see how many black shadows there were, and he didn't know how many enemies were coming. Everything was in chaos.
At this moment, a huge roar came from the depths of the woods. The sound was like the roar of a wild beast, and then he saw a white object jumping on the trees and running towards him at an extremely fast speed.
As he came, his eyes widened, but coincidentally, dark clouds covered the moon, and the world fell into the darkest time. Coupled with the obstruction of leaves, the entire forest became invisible.
However, the white object was still approaching him at an extremely brisk speed. He frowned tightly. Before the battle, he felt timid in his heart. The words "white-haired ghost" suddenly appeared in his mind.
He suppressed the fear in his heart, stood firm on the tree trunk, held the gun across his chest, and thought to himself: "White-haired ghost, who are you?"
The soul-stricken Xiliang soldiers under the tree were already bleeding and falling down before they could even take a defensive posture. Cries of death, roars, exclamations and screams came one after another in the forest, and the sound of swords clashing was mixed with the sound of bones and flesh being torn apart.
There was a muffled sound, and the grass in the woods was dyed red with blood.
On the tree, Zhang Xiu stared closely at the white object approaching him, feeling that the breath of death was getting closer and closer. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his heartbeat accelerated. Facing the unusually fast white object,
His whole person has lost momentum for a while.
"Ugh!" The white object suddenly roared. The roar was like the roar of a beast, and it was like the call of death. It was hoarse with an irresistible force and rushed towards Zhang Xiu.