The weak wind moved the branches, and the soft leaf tips scraped against the skin, causing a sharp pain that penetrated the bones, and also made the handle of the knife gradually wake up from the coma. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the only remaining tree in the distance.
One-fifth of the watchtowers were built of wood, so they had been dismantled by the enemy for cooking these days. Dao Ji saw them carrying out the corpses from inside. He counted, except for the blind cavalryman Cai Gen, including him
Twenty-four people, including uncle, were all there, no more, no less, and none of them closed their eyes. The sissy's stiff limbs made a flying posture, and the expression on his face was worse than that of the instructor at the training camp.
Be mighty.
Dao Ji looked at the enemy searching their bodies and dragging them to the foot of the mountain. His chest hurt badly, but he didn't shed any tears. Because he was the twenty-fifth one, and he would do it either today or tomorrow.
They were stripped naked and thrown into the pit. This had nothing to do with fate or resistance, it was just a simple logical judgment... The half-dead knife hilt was tied to a tree here, and there were a dozen heavily armed businessmen over there.
Regiment soldiers, they could almost kill him with just a raise of their hands.
However, Dao Ji did not want to die. He felt that it would be a shame to die like this, and there were many things that he did not get answers to. So he tried every means to survive, no matter how painful and embarrassing it was, he had to survive! He didn't know that today was the first day of the war.
For a few days, because he had been having a fever, the temperature at night was very low, and he could really feel the burning heat in his body dissipating quickly, but this was a good thing, because it meant that there would be dew flowing along the leaves after a while.
When it flows down, it is life-giving water.
The cloth in the mouth was soaked with blood and dried up, solidifying into a hard ball, with gaps around it for water droplets to pass through. This is the advantage of having a fever. But the disadvantage is more obvious, that is, it can only stay awake in the second half of the night.
Therefore, the sword hilt had no idea how many enemy troops and supplies had passed by him these days, and most of the enemy troops in front of him spoke in tribal languages, which he couldn't even understand.
"Daozhi, you idiot! Why should you study comprehensive command? Isn't it good to learn guerrilla reconnaissance!" Daozhi regretted for the first time in his life, "It's your turn to play truant in the intelligence class! You are fine now. Congratulations, you have become a
Deaf!"
Seeing the handle of the knife twisting on the tree trunk, the soldiers of the merchant group beside the campfire pointed here and started laughing. An enemy soldier with the rank of second lieutenant came over and looked at him with a look at his property.
The knife handle looked back at the other party with contempt, and made a voice that only he could understand: "Grandson, are you here to carve flowers on your grandfather again?"
The ensign tightened the rope around the hilt, opened his clothes to expose his chest, and used the dagger to add a few weird and complicated lines on half of the weird totem. He didn't understand what the hilt said and didn't care.
As for the knife handle, the pain of the wound was nothing to him. He was just worried about what to do if the blood dries up. After carving, the second lieutenant spat foul-smelling saliva on his face, and then rubbed his hands with unfinished content.
Turning around, the merchant soldiers beside the fire shouted something, as if to congratulate their commander, who raised his arms and looked at his proud and twisted steps, as if he had accomplished an extraordinary heroic deed.
"What a bad luck!" The knife handle cried in his heart, "When people see this pattern in the future, they will definitely think that I am a merchant army, and they will not even be able to enter the martyrs' cemetery!"
The second lieutenant took the wine bag handed by his subordinate, turned his head and glanced at the hilt, smiled silently, showing his yellow teeth. The hilt once again prayed to the emperor to let this ugly enemy choke to death from the wine juice, but
His Majesty Cohen obviously made a mistake in praying to the hilt - the enemy second lieutenant's head trembled in the sight of the hilt, his whole expression froze, and then he fell down with a "pop".
"Wow!" The merchant troops beside the fire burst into rage, grabbing for their weapons. Against the backdrop of the bright flames, the black arrow stuck in the back of the second lieutenant's head was still swaying lightly.
"Whoosh-whoosh!" Short feather arrows flew out from the darkness on all sides and were inserted into the eye sockets and back of the neck of the merchant army. The last enemy ran about ten steps and was chopped into pieces by a dim flash of light.
Two pieces!
Seeing these people rolling and wailing on the ground, Dao Ji's whole body was excited, and his eyes were full of happiness, as if he saw the girl next door again. If he could open his mouth, he would definitely sing a few lines!
Two black figures put him down, but instead of untying him, they punched him and knocked him out...
When Dao Hilt woke up, he found that he was in the mountains and the sun was very dazzling.
Standing in front of the handle was a bearded man, playing with a dagger with a familiar handle. He also said some unintelligible words to the handle, leaving him confused.
Seeing that he really didn't understand, the bearded man spoke in human language: "Who are you? How did you get here?"
"I am a border guard officer of the Sibia Army." There was no more cloth in the mouth of the knife handle, and the throat was no longer dry, but he found that his hands and feet were still tied, "How did I get here? You guys saved me here.
Bar?"
With a sound of "Bang!", the bearded man punched the handle of the knife and smashed it into a shrimp: "Do you want to go back to hanging on the tree again? Tell me honestly!"
"I'm an officer! I belong to Sibia!" The handle of the knife didn't have a good temper. "I was sent by the staff to guard the border! The Clark River Post is my territory!"
"Bah! Just because of your appearance?" The bearded man spat at him, "Officer? Where is your ID?"
"What's your ID? If you try to get caught once, you can still keep the ID!" The bearded man spat back the handle of the knife, and then changed into the shape of a hunched-backed prawn that kept bouncing on the ground.
"Officer?" The bearded man grabbed the exhausted hilt of the knife, "You were caught but you didn't die. What did you pay for your life? How much information did you give to the merchant army?"
"I..." said the handle with tears, "I told them your mother's underwear size!"
"Okay, well said!"
The meat on the bearded face was beating. He punched the ribs of the handle of the knife. The body with the bent handle immediately straightened up, even the toes were pinched to death. Intermittent breathing was in the mouth, and not a trace of air could enter.
Not in the lungs.
"The tribal totem on your chest is incomplete, I'll finish it for you. You don't have to worry about the crafting fee, because my knife skills are not very good, and this is my first time carving patterns on the skin... Otherwise, I will let you
"Experience what it's like to have a magic tattoo? Only the bravest tribal warriors can enjoy this kind of treatment. I don't think you will object, but I won't be partially paralyzed, so you can make do with it."
So after more than half an hour, the tribal totem on the chest of the knife hilt became complete, and his will and vitality were once again proven. Although he was not convinced, the pain of being corroded by magic was far more than cutting flesh with a small knife! The light smoke and the smell of burning
, a complete pattern appeared on the chest of the hilt, but the bearded man began to use magic to decorate the lace and add prayers, which was really torturing him to death... The hilt began to have a fever again, and finally passed out after talking nonsense.
"Okay." Another feminine voice stopped the bearded man, "You didn't carry him back just to kill him with your own hands."
"The last thing is, this is a warrior totem, and I don't even know the core part." The bearded man said, "It's the half-finished product that will kill you!"
When Dao Hilt woke up again, he found that he had been loosened and the wounds on his body had been treated. Even the two old wounds were almost healed. The bearded man guarding him was as powerful as ever and took him to a
In the tent, a guy not much older than him was sitting on a wooden box, dressed as a civil servant, looking through the pile of papers around him.
"Take it, take a sip." The gentle-faced civil servant threw a piece of black bread to the handle of the knife, "You have basically ruled out the suspicion of being a spy of the merchant army, and also ruled out the suspicion of intentional surrender. But you said that you are an officer at the Clark River Post.
, what evidence do you have on hand?”
"Evidence?" DaoHang held the bread and moved step by step to sit on a box. "You can just ask the camp behind the post to find out. It doesn't matter if you divide it into war zones. I can confront you."
"Confrontation?" the civilian official said, not very cleanly. "The camp behind the post surrendered on the first day! Everyone in the war zone also ran away!"
"The garrison camp surrendered to the Merchant Army? Did they separate into combat zones and run away?" The bread in the hand of the knife handle fell off, "Impossible! The war just started?"
"Do you know what day today is? Counting from the beginning of the war on the Clark River, today is already the fifth day. The commander of the camp behind you has long been in cahoots with the merchant army. Those officers who could not surrender were all betrayed by traitors.
They gathered in the restaurant and poisoned them to death!"
"These scum!" the knife handle roared, "you have time to interrogate me, why don't you deal with them!"
"Two of the seven provincial-level sub-war zones under the Mosik Empire were in contact with the merchant army, and the other two were on the march route of the merchant army. As a result, one sub-war zone surrendered and three sub-war zones fled!
Forty-two towns along the route were affected, and eight cities fell. Who should I deal with?" The civil servant sighed, and then he remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, "My name is Vic, and I am from the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Sbia in this province.
Itinerant judge is equivalent to the military rank of major."
"How do I know you're not from the Merchant Corps?" Dao Ji said, "You can't be too hard, but you can't be soft, right?"
"Do you think I'm as stupid as you? I won't ask you about military secrets. You can make judgments on my actions and we can distinguish each other." The civil servant said contemptuously, "Besides, you are a little second lieutenant.
Is it worth asking the Merchant Corps to soften up?"
"Bah! I met the marshal of the merchant army and asked his mother's underwear size..."
"If you keep talking, I will make you forget your own underwear size..." Vic said, "You should know that the wartime powers of the circuit judge are to identify loyalties and punish traitors. I have used some methods on you before. You
To understand. What’s your name?”
"My name is Dao Ji, I have the rank of Second Lieutenant, and my hometown is Yinshuang Province." Dao Ji knew that he could not avenge the torture, so he picked up the bread and took a bite, trying to explain his origins clearly, "I used to be Sibia.
A corporal of the Border Guards, I participated in the battle to support the expeditionary force. After the Battle of the Deserted Coast, I entered the Dacheng Junior Military Academy..."
"The Junior Military Academy in Dacheng District? The one that was abolished, right? Has the girl at the back door grocery store gotten married?"
"When I entered school, there was only one sister-in-law in the grocery store." Dao Ji said, "Have you been in there too? But you are a judge... How many windows are there in the solitary room?"
"There are no windows in the solitary room of the academy. The academy was built by my uncle. He was a small profiteer. Because the wall of the military academy was half an arm short, he was arrested and beaten by the military judge." Vic replied, "You were assigned after graduation.
To Clark River Post?"
"I was sent to the training camp of the Third Division of the Northern Theater Command. I was injured during training, so I went to the Clark River Post."
"It seems that you are quite capable. Otherwise, how could you have offended so many officers and been thrown to a place where you were left to eat and die. Your old injury is not a problem. My people have already cured you." Vic shook his head.
"The current situation is not optimistic. You can't find troops for a while. Why don't you come with us first?"
"You guys?" I have to say that the handle was very excited at this moment, "Sir, what team do you belong to?"
Vick said: "The judge became a military judge during the war. Of course I belong to the Military Court of the General Staff Department, and my team is the roving military court here. The court execution team is still short of a military chief. You can serve as a part-time officer for a few days.
"
"Kill the merchant army?" This is what the handle of the knife is most concerned about.
"We are not a combat force, and we do not take the initiative to attack. Because our judgment and identification work has come to an end, and the results will be sent to the large forces next. But along the way, there are many opportunities to kill the merchant army."
"I did it!" The handle of the knife popped up and he stood at attention, "Sir Vic! The second lieutenant of the Border Guard Army reports to you."
"Very good! Big Beard is outside, and he will take you to take over the army. But don't trouble him, because he saved your life." Vic finally showed a normal smile, "Actually, this is what you have on your chest
The totem is good, the authentic flavor of the Tanxi tribe, don’t destroy it, it might be useful in activities behind enemy lines, it would be better if you learn a few Tanxi tribe words from Big Beard.”
"Yes, sir." The excited handle had no intention of retaliation at all. In fact, with his current status and situation, he is so lucky to be able to control an army! This means that he can lead his men
Join the battle, be able to complete the mission of a soldier, and even avenge the death of your subordinates!
But soon, his sense of happiness was extinguished by the cold and harsh reality.
"This is my army?" Dao Ji looked at the two rows of people standing in front of him and felt his scalp numb.
What kind of queue is this? On the uneven mountain slopes, twelve warriors actually stood in a contour line. Among them were three women and seven men. The gender of the other two could not be determined due to their body shape and clothing; their age
The distribution is also very comprehensive, there are teenagers, girls, and elderly men, but there is only one middle-aged person...
It can be said that these people have no similarities except that they are all wearing military uniforms. But even if we use military uniforms as a standard to measure them, some of them do not meet the requirements. This is not a question of whether the clothes are worn or fit, but
Regarding the type of clothing, even with the professional eye of the knife handle, there are two uniforms that are unrecognizable! (To be continued)