After the last king of the Tang Dynasty, Duke Yougong of Tang Dynasty, died in the gentle hometown of his beautiful concubines, the Tang Dynasty, which lasted for more than 350 years, collapsed. Then in the ruins of the collapse, heroes rose up and started fighting.
The smoke of gunpowder is once again floating in this picturesque land.
The decline of the Tang Dynasty reminded many scholars of a song written by Zhang of the previous Great Character Dynasty.
The peaks and ridges are like clusters, the waves are like raging, the mountains and rivers are inside and outside the Tongguan Road. Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant. I am sad. Wherever the Qin Dynasty travels, thousands of palaces and palaces have been turned into soil. When it rises, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer.
The smoke caused by the late Tang Dynasty has been floating for nearly a hundred years. During this turbulent century, the national flags that have been raised have sprung up on the blood-stained land, and then they have been played by farmers with lightning speed.
The others were chopped off.
The tall buildings with beautiful scenery built by the Tang Dynasty collapsed one after another, burned to the ground, and turned into bright red soil. Half of the once tens of thousands of people in China became withered bones under the feet of careerists.
Under the smoke of a hundred years, I don’t know how many countries have arisen and how many have collapsed, but now, there are only nine countries left. Perhaps because they are tired from fighting, the sound of war and iron horses on the earth has become much quieter, but the friction on the border still continues.
, the undercurrent among careerists has become increasingly sinister.
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Another majestic heavy rain poured down on the top of the mountains on the border between Chu State and Xia State. In this inaccessible mountain range at the junction of the two countries, a chase and hunt that was destined to not be known to many people was going on.
This time it was just an unintentional contact between the patrols between the two countries. Now that they have come into contact, they are all aware of each other's intentions. The purpose is to send the dark disk in the team into the enemy's territory. Now that it has been discovered, it is not
Your death is the fate of my life, so this battle breaks out in this valley.
The two teams met by chance somewhere in the mountains and forests yesterday. The total number of the two teams was only about a hundred people. When they met suddenly, they were stunned at first, and then it was like enemies meeting. There was a sonorous sound, with the characteristics of their respective countries.
The sword was suddenly unsheathed.
In the first confrontation, more than ten people's lives were lost in the muddy land, becoming lonely ghosts in this mountain forest.
The Chu people and horses were slightly inferior. Seeing that the situation was not good, the leader immediately withdrew from the battlefield with his troops. He knew that this time the smuggling was a failure. He knew that going back like this would inevitably lead to punishment from above, but he told what happened here.
At least they can make up for their mistakes, provided of course that they can return alive.
Of course, the other party will not let them leave here safely when they have a slight advantage. Of course, they will take advantage of the situation to kill the other party. In this way, they can not only successfully send the dark disk into the Chu Kingdom, but also the other party's spies who want to enter the Xia Kingdom.
If he is killed, he can carry the opponent's head back to collect the reward. If it is better to capture him alive, then he does not have to fight to the death on the front line and can enjoy the tenderness of his mother-in-law at home.
Even in such a heavy rain chase, they still lost track of the man and horse, and relied on the faint traces left by the heavy rain to arrive halfway up the mountainside of this small valley.
Everyone looked at the small village under the small valley. There were not many such villages in this vast mountain, but it was not the only one. These were people who came to the mountains to take refuge in troubled times, seeking a trace of stability with the help of the broad and steep embrace of the mountains.
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"Where are they?" A middle-aged man looked at the hazy small village under the valley and wiped the rain from his cheeks fiercely.
The leading man was silent, seeming to be thinking about something.
Down in the valley, the majestic heavy rain made it impossible for the owner of the house to leave the house. The windows and doors were closed, tightly protecting their owners inside from the heavy rain.
Inside the house, the only sounds that could be heard were the heavy sound of rain hitting the thatch on the roof and the plop of puddles, as well as the steady and trembling breathing inside the house.
In a certain hut, there were more than a dozen people crowded in the narrow room. Almost all of them were men with murderous intent. They were large and small, and they were uneven. In the dull atmosphere, a middle-aged man and an ordinary mountain wild flower looked beautiful.
The woman and a child, who was only eight or nine years old, were trembling. The three of them were restrained by the sudden "robber", and their mouths were covered by the cold thugs with frightened eyes.
A steady man leaned against the leaky paper, squinting his deep eyes, and seemed to be observing the situation on the mountainside through the small slit in the window, but the majestic rain curtain made it impossible to see.
What, of course, this is only for ordinary people.
I don't know how long the silence lasted. The man by the window slowly closed his eyes. It seemed that the heavy rain outside had become lighter. No, it seemed to have become imperceptibly slower.
And at this depressing moment, the thin man restraining the young woman from behind was not sure whether it was because he had not seen a woman for a long time or because of the trek in the mountains and forests during this period, or perhaps because the woman's own femininity stimulated the restlessness.
Maybe it was because the man closed his eyes, but in short, his restless other hand quietly reached into the woman's arms.
This small movement made the woman twist her body desperately. Although she did not break away from the palm covering her mouth, the dull and frightened "wuwuwu" sound still penetrated from the palm.
The man who closed his eyes suddenly opened them and stared coldly at the guy who broke the atmosphere in the room, as if he was staring at a dead person.
The man seemed to be frightened by the scolding look in his eyes, and stopped what he was doing, but did not pull out.
He didn't know this man. Most of the people in their team only knew that they were a group of soldiers transferred from separate armies to go to the damn mountains to perform a certain mission. The rest didn't know anything about them. They were only responsible for
These people can be brought to a certain place as new arrivals.
He swallowed, but still muttered something incomprehensible. After following these people and sleeping in the open for so long in this place where only birds pooped, he had long been impatient. He finally had something delicious to eat.
Are you not allowed to lick it? Besides, after waiting for so long, there is no movement from those people. They have already gone away. Since his "years" of experience, this person is making a fuss.
"Damn, how long are we going to stay? Either do it or stop being a turtle..."
However, before the man finished speaking, the guy who looked at him with squinted eyes stabbed the woman with a short knife, first into the woman's chest, and then through the thin man behind the woman.
Neither of them expected that man to be so decisive. The former was frightened but also felt a little relieved, while the latter was more unwilling.
There was no emotion in the eyes of the man who took action. In his eyes, the two lives were like ants accidentally trampled to death.
To him, that soldier was just trash. He killed him without any guilt. There were too many such people in the frontier army, but he had no choice. After fighting for nearly a hundred years, he wanted to kill him.
It's too difficult for a pure military force. For some places, just being able to capture people and put them on armor is a pretty good thing. Who cares whether they are old, weak, sick or disabled, they are all going to die anyway.
Guys, so in many places, for some strong soldiers, they don't care what they do. This is the sequela of the hundreds of years of chaos in the late Tang Dynasty.
Just when everyone in the room was looking at each other with different looks, a knife blade with rain stuck to it stabbed through the ventilation window next to the man's window. At the critical moment, the man tilted his head back and just dodged it. His weak pupils looked at the person nearby.
The blade of the sword so close was showing a cold light. He couldn't figure it out. He was already very careful, but he still didn't notice the danger so close. When did he come?
The knife kept stabbing, and the knife was completely exposed. It was a Tang Dynasty-style Tang knife, and then it was holding the Tang knife in the hand, or a piece of cloth, but it was smaller than an adult, so the owner of the hand was probably not big.
Then a figure broke through the window and entered. All this happened in the blink of an eye, and not many raindrops fell on the ground outside.
The man holding the knife failed to hit the target. He turned his wrist and swiped back. The man lost consciousness for a moment and then reacted very quickly. Faster than the man holding the knife, he made a fist with one hand and punched the man in the mid-air abdomen.
With a muffled groan, the figure flew out and flew towards the other direction of the house.
His body twisted strangely in mid-air, and the angle of the knife in his hand also changed. His unfazed eyes looked at the direction in which he was flying. It was the man holding a little doll. His eyes looked at
Looking at the man, he looked at the little doll out of the corner of his eye, and then nothing happened.
The knife in his hand slashed diagonally, hitting the chest of the man who didn't even understand what was going on. He was just one foot away from the little baby's head. If the little baby had been bigger, he probably wouldn't have even been a small kid.
The dolls were beheaded together.
Blood spurted out from the chest of the man who was struck by the knife, and the man died on the spot. It seemed that the man's strike was quite powerful.
The man vomited scarlet blood and could not say a word. He fell forward with the baby in his arms and pressed the baby underneath. The two of them did not know whether to live or die. Only a pool of scarlet blood stimulated the eyeballs.
All of this happened so suddenly. Two knives took three lives in just one breath. As for the life and death of the little baby, no one paid attention to it. Almost all the eyes in the house were staring at the broken window in the heavy rainy evening.
The strange man, no, should be a boy, because no matter who looks at that figure, they will not think that he is an adult.
The house was deathly silent, everyone was silent, and no one said a word for a while. Even the man who was attacked by the teenager made no sound. There was only the sound of rain outside, through the broken window.
, it looks like a drum beat, beating the beating hearts of everyone in the room.