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August 30, northwest land.
The rain started falling in late autumn, and there was no sign of stopping. Under the heavy rain, there were barren hills, short trees and dead grass, and gurgling water. Occasionally, you could see corpses lying on the ground. People or war horses, standing on the ground.
In the mud or grass, he stopped breathing forever.
In the chaotic battlefield last night, the fighting track extended for more than ten miles from north to south. In fact, it was just a conflict between two to three thousand people. They fought relentlessly all the way, and now there are corpses in the remote part of the battlefield.
, and no one has taken care of it yet.
A group of forty-three people came from south to north. They picked up four injured horses on the way and carried four wounded people among them. When they saw the corpses on the way, they also sent people to collect and search for some things.
The flowing rain had already soaked his whole body, and the air was cold. The boots on his feet were embedded in the mud on the road, and it took a lot of effort to pull them out. Zhuo Yongqing had already hung the shoes around his neck, feeling the pain in his chest.
Feeling the dull pain, I stuffed a small piece of marching rations into my mouth.
"Pfft... tell me, where are we going now?"
The heavy rain was the most annoying thing. As I walked forward, I wiped the water stains on my face, but my eyes were blinded again for a moment. Walking next to me was my comrade Chen Side, who was playing with the crossbow on his body. Maybe it was broken.
"Wherever they came from last night, let's go back to that place." Chen Side looked ahead and said, "It stands to reason that there should be someone waiting there."
"Will Golden Dog also send someone to wait there?"
"...It's hard to say." Chen Side hesitated for a moment, then pulled the crossbow in his hand hard, and heard a "pop" sound, and it fell into pieces. Zhuo Yongqing said: "Go get a good one." Then he squatted down to talk to him.
Pick up iron pieces, bolts and other objects in the mud together. These things in the crossbow are still useful after all.
The rest of the people walked past, one step at a time, one step at a time, and some were helping the wounded to move forward. Suddenly there was a loud noise from behind. A figure fell off the horse, splashing mud and water.
The person leading the horse stopped, and someone ran over from behind. Zhuo Yongqing wiped the water droplets from his eyes: "It's Lu Shitou..."
At this time, everyone in front and behind had stopped and looked at the comrade who was helping the figure in the mud. The comrade stood still for a moment and looked back half a circle: "Dead... Lu Shitou..."
Someone moved. At the front of the queue, Qu Qing came out: "...take his things and put him on the roadside."
"...Should we bury him?" someone asked in a low voice.
"There is no time." After Qu Qing said this, he paused and reached out to point to the three horses behind him. "First find a place to heal and catch up with the brigade. There are us here and there are Jurchens here. It's not peaceful."
Everyone did as they were told. They took Lu Shitou's knife, shield, and crossbow, helped the other more seriously injured man onto his horse, covered him with a raincoat, and continued moving forward.
It was still a gray and overcast autumn rain. More than 40 people walked along the mud and turned around the rugged mountain road ahead. Under the silver-gray sky, on the other side of the mountain road, there were more than 20 Beidi soldiers wearing Jurchen military uniforms.
The man was also coming down the mountain road. Because of the obstruction of the earth and rocks, the two sides could not see each other yet.
"...Last night, the brigade should not have dispersed yet. We killed too quickly...I remember Lulifu died."
"Where is Lulifu...?"
"I don't remember. On the way here, Golden Dog's war horse... knocked him away. Take it for me."
While talking, Chen Side was still playing with another crossbow in his hand. After taking a sip of water, he handed the rattan kettle he carried with him to Zhuo Yongqing. Zhuo Yongqing took the kettle and subconsciously pressed his chest.
"If I'm knocked away, I might not die. My bones may be broken, but I'm not dead either. So he might..."
While still talking, there was a sudden movement on the top of the hillside. It was a fight between figures, and the crossbows were fired. Two figures suddenly rolled down the mountain fighting each other. One of them was one of the three scouts from the Black Flag Army, and the other
One of them was obviously a Jurchen spy. At the corner of the road in front of the queue, someone suddenly shouted: "Fight!" Arrows flew past, and the person walking in the front had already flipped up his shield.
At this moment, Zhuo Yongqing was stunned. A tremor suddenly rose from the back of his head and exploded. He only hesitated for a moment, and then rushed forward. He threw away the kettle in his hand and untied it.
Crossbow, string the crossbow bolt, and someone is already rushing over faster.
A few simple shields were set up in a loose array in the blink of an eye. Bows and arrows from the opposite side flew to hit the shields. Luo Ye held the knife and shouted: "How many--"
"twenty--"
"Kill them!"
At the corner of the road, a war horse suddenly rushed over and rushed straight into the hastily formed shield wall in front of it. A Chinese soldier was knocked away by the war horse. The Jurchen threw himself into the mud and slashed with a long knife. The other war horse also
Already rushed in. The Jurchens over there rushed over, and the people here also rushed to greet them.
Luo Ye was walking in the mud with a knife in one hand. He saw the Jurchen cavalry rushing towards him. His steps were not slow, and the hand holding the knife turned into two hands. When the horses were close and crossed, the pace suddenly stopped.
, the body moved sideways, and he shouted and slashed with a knife.
"Arrogant, your mother——"
The war horse flew out with blood flowing out. Before the Jurchen on the horse could get up, he was stabbed to death with a spear by the people rushing from behind. At this time, the fighting had begun. People were fighting on the muddy road and dangerous hillside.
Zhuo Yongqing rushed up to the hedge and fought hard. Nearby was Mao Yishan, the platoon leader who drew his sword and slashed at the Jurchen. The mud and water stirred up as he ran. The Jurchen escaped from the slash and was killed with one sword.
Zhuo Yongqing waved his shield and blocked the knife.
Mao Yishan crossed the shield and struck again with a knife. The Jurchen rolled over and dodged again. Zhuo Yongqing followed and pressed forward. Just as he was about to raise his sword to chop, the Jurchen fell into the muddy water while moving.
He didn't move, but was hit by a crossbow bolt in the face. Zhuo Yongqing looked back and didn't know who shot it. At this time, Mao Yishan had already shouted: "Hold together——"
In the autumn rain, dangerous fighting suddenly became the theme on this mountain road. Zhuo Yongqing, Mao Yishan and others had already hugged each other. At some point, their faces were stained with sticky blood. Not far away, Luo Yongqing
Ye led a few people to form a small group, the most aggressive, while Hou Wu, Qu Qing and others formed another group, with the largest number of people. In this sudden encounter, the Jurchens were extremely vicious. However, when the soldiers of the Chinese army gathered,
Their ferocious hunting could no longer gain the upper hand. Several people fell down in a matter of seconds, and blood began to flow on the hillside again.
A wounded soldier named Pan Xiaomao hid in the rear next to the horse carrying the seriously wounded. He guarded seven or eight crossbows and fired arrows from time to time to sneak attack, sometimes hitting the horse, sometimes hitting people. A Jurchen soldier was shot in the calf and was limping.
He turned and ran down the hillside. Not far below was the cliff of the mountain stream. A soldier named Wang Yuan raised his sword and chased him all the way. When he reached the edge of the cliff, Luo Ye shouted: "Come back!"
"However, it was too late. The earth and rocks on the hillside slid and he fell down together with the Jurchen.
I don't know how long the battle lasted. Two Jurchens fled on horseback. When there were no moving Jurchen soldiers nearby, Zhuo Yongqing panted and sat down suddenly. Mao Yishan patted him on the shoulder: "Kill him."
OK!" However, Zhuo Yongqing did not kill anyone this time. He was much physically exhausted, mainly because the injury to his chest increased his physical energy consumption.
"Check the number of people! Rescue the wounded first!" Qu Qing shouted in the crowd, and everyone rushed towards the injured around them. Luo Ye ran all the way to the edge of the cliff, leaned down and looked down, thinking that
To find a chance of luck, Zhuo Yongqing took a few breaths, stood up unsteadily, and went to check on the injured. When he walked back, he found that Chen Side had fallen into a pool of blood, his throat
An arrow hit it and passed straight through.
Zhuo Yongqing's mind buzzed. This was of course his first time on the battlefield, but in the past few days, Chen Side was not the first companion and friend he had seen die. Witnessing such a death filled his heart
In fact, it's not sadness. It's more about weight. It's a living person, coming and going in the past, talking... Chen Side is good at handicrafts. In the past, he could take apart crossbows, and he could often repair broken ones with his own hands. Mud and water
The rattan kettle in the picture has a leather bag inside. It is extremely exquisite. It is said that his mother knitted it for Chen Side when he joined the Chinese Army. Many things, after the sudden stop, seemed to suddenly weigh on this moment. Such a weight,
It is difficult to swallow it directly into the stomach.
However, no matter who you are, you must swallow all this. The dead are heavy, but at this moment they are light. People die all the time on the battlefield. Indulging in the dead on the battlefield will delay bigger things.
The contradiction between the extremely light and the extremely serious is pressed together like this.
Zhuo Yongqing's eyes were sore and filled with pain, and something was gushing out. He turned to look at the people around him. Crazy Luo stood on the edge of the cliff for a while, then turned around and walked back. There were people on the ground rescuing people, and they kept pressing on the people's chests.
There was a trace of madness mixed in the seemingly calm movements. Some people checked next to the deceased for a moment, and after being stunned for a moment, they silently walked aside. Hou Wu helped up an injured person and shouted to the people around him: "He's still alive."
OK! Bring the bandage—bring the medicine—"
Zhuo Yongqing picked up the rattan kettle on the ground, hung it on his body, and went to the side to help others. After some troubles, he counted the number of people, and there were still thirty-four people alive, ten of whom were injured——
People like Zhuo Yongqing, whose wounds did not affect the battle, were not included in the calculation. When everyone was about to move forward, Zhuo Yongqing subconsciously said: "How about... bury them..."
He looked at the bodies lying on the roadside.
"...There is no time." Luo Ye said this, then he paused and suddenly pointed downwards, "How about throwing them down."
"Okay." Qu Qing nodded and walked towards the body first, "Everyone, hurry up."
They threw the eight corpses on the roadside into the deep gorge and continued on their way. They originally planned to return along the same path they took last night. However, considering the condition of the injured, not only their own people would be there along the way,
There were also cases of Jurchens, so they simply found a branch road to go down. After walking a few miles, they temporarily left the seriously injured in a relatively hidden mountain col under a cliff, and arranged for two people to look after them.
"You can't leave anymore." Qu Qing told these people, "Even if we pass, it will be difficult to fight against the Jurchens again. Now either we find the brigade and notify the Zhong family to pick you up, or we can't find them
, and come back in the evening."
After leaving these twelve people behind, Zhuo Yongqing and other twenty-two people rushed to the place where the battle took place last night. On the way, they met a Jurchen team of five people. They killed them and killed one of them. On the way, another Jurchen team was killed.
The five people gathered together. When they arrived at the grove on the hilltop where the battle had been hastily last night, they saw that the traces of the battle were still there, but the Chinese army's brigade had obviously moved away with the Jurchens in their sights.
Twenty-six people took the risk to explore the woods, and retreated in a hurry after meeting the enemy. At this time, the Jurchen skirmishers were obviously also visiting here. The Chinese army was stronger than the formation, and with cooperation, these Jurchens who came out of the white mountains and black waters were even more powerful.
It is better than fighting alone in the wild. Standing here and waiting for your companions may be an option, but it is too passive. After thinking about it, Qu Qing and others decided to go back to settle the wounded first, and then estimate the possibility of Jurchens
Go to the position and catch up.
This time, it was another muddy and rainy day. As we approached the mountain col, we saw a body lying on the roadside with almost a dozen arrows stuck in it. This was the soldier they left behind to take care of the wounded.
His name was Zhang Gui. Everyone suddenly became nervous and rushed to the mountain col with vigilance.
It's already too late.
The mountain col was filled with the smell of blood, and corpses were scattered all over the place. There were eleven corpses of Chinese soldiers in total, and each of them had arrows on their bodies. Obviously, when the Jurchens came, the wounded opened up their shields and fired with crossbows.
They resisted. But they were eventually shot and killed by the Jurchens. In the innermost part of the mountain col, the four seriously injured people who could not move easily were killed by the Chinese soldiers themselves. After the lightly injured person killed them, he inserted a long knife into his body.
In the pit of my heart, the corpse is now sitting next to it, but there is no head - the Jurchens chopped it off.
The sky had dimmed and the rain was still falling. After everyone carefully checked everything, someone thought of Zhang Gui who died on the roadside in the distance. He said softly: "Zhang Gui wanted to lure the Jurchens away..." Luo Ye
He and a few others went out silently with knives, obviously trying to find traces of the Jurchens. After a while, Luo Ye's roar was heard from the dark mountains: "Come on -"
After a while, another voice came out: "Come on -" but there was no response. Soon after, Luo Ye came back, and on the other side, someone also moved Zhang Gui's body back.
"We have some time now." Hou Wudao, "Let's bury them."
Luo Ye nodded: "Let's make a fire and cook, and we'll have a rest all night."
"The Jurchens may still be around."
"Let them come!" Luo Ye said through gritted teeth. After a while, Qu Qing said over there: "It's better to make a fire and dry the clothes."
Everyone dug a hole and buried the twelve corpses. That night, they rested against the graves at this place. The soldiers ate some boiled military rations, and if there were injuries on their bodies like Zhuo Yongqing, they went to the grave again.
Bandage them up well. After a day of heavy rain, mud, fighting, and injuries, everyone was very tired. After drying their clothes, they extinguished the fire. Zhuo Yongqing's body felt cold and hot, and his ears were dizzy.
He listened vaguely to everyone discussing where to go tomorrow.
"... Wanyan Lou has been circling around Yanzhou and Qingzhou these days. I think he is waiting for reinforcements to come... The Zhong family's army has already surrounded them, but maybe the Zhe family will also come. Jin
It's hard to say whether Ning Jun will come to join in the fun. In a few days, the surrounding area will be in chaos. I estimate that if Wanyan Lou's room wants to leave, he will probably choose the direction of Xuanjia'ao today..."
"...Wanyan Loushi is not afraid of battle. He is just cautious and has a method to fight. He does not fight us head-on. He is afraid of our artillery and balloons..."
"If we push it like this, maybe there will be a big fight while it's raining..."
"Maybe tonight..."
"yes……"
"No matter what, let's head towards Xuanjia'ao tomorrow?"
Zhuo Yongqing leaned against the grave and listened to Luo Ye and others discussing for a while. At some point, he heard Qu Qing say: "It's my fault for leaving the wounded here..."
"
"What's wrong with you? Stop taking the blame on yourself!" Luo Ye's voice became louder, "The injured can't walk, and we have to rush to the battlefield again. Everyone can only do this! It's the Jurchens who deserve to be killed.
, what we should do is to get it back from the Jurchens!"
"Perhaps we can let a few people go to the brigade and we'll wait here."
"There is no such choice!" Luo Ye said resolutely, "Who are we fighting now? Wanyan Loushi! The Jurchens are number one! Now it seems that we are evenly matched with him. Who knows when we have a flaw, they will eat us.
!Since we have to fight on the front, we must risk everything we have! We only have more than 20 people, but who knows whether the front will be worse just because we are missing? Send people to find the brigade, and the brigade will divide the points.
People come back to find us? Qu Qing, fight! What is the most important thing in fighting? Mr. Ning said, put your life on the line!"
Luo Ye paused: "Our lives, their lives...my own brothers, I am sad when they die. I can die for them, but I can't lose the war! Fight! Just fight with all your strength! Mr. Ning said, there is nothing
Don’t go to great lengths to fight for your own life, fight for the lives of others! Fight to the extreme! Fight to death for yourself, and if others can’t keep up, fight to death for others! Don’t think too much about those things that you don’t have, it’s not your fault, it’s the Jurchens who deserve to die!”
"Thank you, Crazy Luo." Qu Qing said, "Don't worry, I'm as angry as you are, and I know what I can do with it."
"Hmph, I don't see anyone here today who is less angry..."
The coldness faded away, but the heat wave came again. Zhuo Yongqing leaned against the grave, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and soon fell asleep again. The next day, the rain continued continuously.
, everyone ate something, said goodbye to the tomb, and then set off again in the direction of Xuanjia'ao.
It's heavy rain and rough roads again, but on the battlefield, as long as there is a breath left, there is no place for complaints and complaints...
There is no other way but to move forward.
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