The season has just passed the Slight Heat, but the weather is even hotter than the Dog Days of previous years. There are no clouds in the sky, and the sun is more than ten times bigger than usual. There is a flow of gold and fire, and the earth is burned by the scorching sun. It is known in the wilderness that
There was a loud roar, and on the road from Beijing to Baoding, five rows of soldiers were marching in two columns, and a stream of white smoke erupted with every step they took.
"Platoon leader, the brothers are really tired. Please give me the order to take a rest!" Zhou Baocai, the commander of the first shed, ran to the front of the team sweating profusely. He swallowed hard and asked Han Baihang for instructions.
Han Baihang's face was burnt red by the scorching sun. Hearing this, he stopped and turned around to look at the soldiers behind him. He saw that the soldiers' faces were yellow and haggard under the scorching sun. He was breathing heavily and knew that the troops had arrived.
We had reached our limit. If we kept going any further, some people would no longer be able to hold on, so they loudly said: "Brothers, there is a village three miles further. Let's go there to rest and start cooking!"
The soldiers were hungry and thirsty. When they heard the news that they would have lunch at noon, they couldn't help but cheer up and marched forward with heavy steps.
After walking another five miles, they came across a desolate and decaying village. The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and swarmed into the village. They hurriedly found a well under a big locust tree and dug it.
When a bucket of water comes up, it’s time to drink to quench your thirst.
"Wait!"
Han Baihang shouted loudly, walked over quickly, grabbed the water ladle from the soldier's hand, took a small sip and felt that it was so cold that it hurt, so he pinched some soil and grass blades from the ground, put them into the water ladle, and handed it back.
The soldier held it in his hand and said, "You can drink it now!"
"How do you drink this!"
The soldier reluctantly picked up the ladle and had no choice but to blow on the rotten grass and drink the water in small sips. After taking a few sips, he handed it to the next person. Under the gaze of Han Baihang, all the soldiers frowned and drank the water.
Then he drank the water in the same way, wiped the corners of his mouth, looked around the soldiers, smiled slightly and said: "You may blame me for putting soil and grass blades into the water. I did not do this intentionally to bully everyone, but because I am very thirsty."
, drinking cold water suddenly will damage your body, so I can only make this last resort and let everyone drink it slowly."
The soldiers were quite resentful at first, but after hearing this explanation, they couldn't help but be moved and said that the platoon leader had good intentions and was extremely grateful.
Han Baihang accepted it calmly, and immediately ordered Zhou Baocai to take a few soldiers to inspect the village. The others took the grain from the mules and started to light a fire to cook on a villager's stove.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Baihang began to look at the village where he was. There were no rich or wealthy families in the village with tiled roofs and thatched houses. It was a time of war, and the people in the village had long since fled. Only a few wild dogs and cats were left chasing after them, making noises from time to time.
The barking of dogs made the dead village a little more lively.
He Li was the most greedy for dog meat and said eagerly: "Platoon leader, I'm going to get a dog and bring it back to give the brothers a tooth-beating sacrifice."
Han Baihang also had this intention, so he nodded in agreement. He Li quickly ordered two soldiers, and together they chased the wild dog with their guns in hand.
Han Baihang shook his head and smiled, found a place to sit in the shade of a tree, and began to close his eyes to rest. Orderly soldier Zhou Qing looked around in silence. Suddenly he looked up and saw a nearby apricot tree full of green apricots. He jogged a few times.
He climbed up the tree in a few quick steps, picked a hat full of green apricots, came down, brought them to Han Baihang, and said: "Platoon leader, first eat some apricots to cushion your stomach."
Han Baihang opened his eyes, took two green apricots, rubbed them on his clothes and took a bite. He felt the taste was sour and crispy, and he drooled a lot. He waved his hand and said: "Monk, take it over and let the brothers taste it."
taste."
Zhou Qing took it and distributed it among the soldiers. After it was gone, he went up to the tree to pick off a hat and came back. The two of them were eating green apricots and chatting casually.
Han Baihang blinked and asked: "Monk, does your Shaolin Temple have thirty-six rooms, seventy-two stunts, Yi Jin Jing, dragon claw hand, pinching flower fingers, etc."
He recounted the seventy-two stunts in Jin Yong's novels, and Zhou Qing laughed dumbly and said, "Platoon leader, where did you hear this? We have many Shaolin boxing techniques, but only eleven can be called stunts."
, The Yi Jin Jing is not as magical as you said, it is just a more advanced internal skill, practiced by both lay disciples and monks."
Han Baihang was a little disappointed and said: "The martial arts master is also a fake."
Zhou Qingdao: "That's not necessarily the case. Once you have practiced martial arts to an extremely deep level, you will be very close to the martial arts masters you mentioned. Within a few dozen steps, even sharpshooters will find it difficult to shoot. However, there are too few such masters, and they are often invisible in the dark.
Among the street vendors and soldiers, no one has a chance to see him."
Han Baihang said yearningly: "As long as there is such a person, you can always try to meet him."
While the two were talking, Zhou Baocai came back from inspecting the village with his soldiers and said: "Report to the platoon leader, there is no one in the village, everyone has left."
Han Baihang nodded and said: "Okay, I understand, you can go and rest."
At this time, he suddenly heard a scream of "croak" from the forest behind the village. Han Baihang turned around in horror, only to see a crow flying up from the forest, fluttering its wings and flying towards the west, croaking sadly.
The sound echoed in my ears for a long time.
"Scared me."
Han Baihang frowned and muttered. Before he finished speaking, several gunshots rang out suddenly. He didn't take it seriously at first, thinking it was He Li hunting wild dogs, but then he heard the gunfire still ringing rapidly, as if something was going on over there.
It's like a firefight.
"Xu Pengzu, take someone to stay behind, and the others and I will go take a look."
Han Baihang's expression changed, he pulled out the cannon and called the soldiers to run towards the place where the gunshots were heard.
The sound of gunshots was from the same place as the crow flew just now. Han Baihang led the soldiers into the forest, going more than 300 meters deep, and finally saw He Li and others, only to see several corpses lying nearby.
, seeing that the clothes were those of ordinary people, he hurriedly shouted and asked: "He Li, what happened?"
He Li's face turned pale, and he said with lingering fear: "Platoon leader, just now I was chasing wild dogs here, and suddenly I saw a group of people getting out of a hole in panic. I went up to ask, and as soon as those people came out, I saw
A bloody man jumped out of the hole, killed three people in a blink of an eye, and rushed towards me again, so I shot him. I obviously shot him, but he seemed to be fine. Fortunately, you came over and he jumped back.
Went into the hole, it was so crazy!"
While he was talking, he lifted up a middle-aged man with a deer head and a rat brain from the ground. The man was shivering and kept muttering something in his mouth as if in a daze. It didn't sound like northern dialect and he couldn't understand it at all.
He Li raised his arm and slapped the middle-aged man twice on the face, and said angrily: "What the hell are you talking about? Don't pretend to be stupid for me!"
The middle-aged man groaned, his cheeks swelled up, and he gradually regained his consciousness. When he saw the soldiers on guard around him, he was stunned for a moment, and then shouted ecstatically: "I'm not dead, I'm not dead."
He Li laughed angrily, put the muzzle of the gun against his head, and said grimly: "If you keep pretending to be crazy, I will kill you."
"He Li!"
Han Baihang drank in a low voice. He could see that there was something wrong with the middle-aged man's overjoyed and sad spirit, and he couldn't tell the reason by asking him forcefully.
He Li put down his gun and stepped aside with a curse. Han Baihang took a step forward, stared into the middle-aged man's eyes, and said calmly: "I only give you one chance to answer. Tell me who you are and who you are.
What happened here."
The soldiers around him pulled the bolts of their guns and aimed them at the middle-aged man.
There was silence for a while, and the middle-aged man seemed to be caught up in horrific memories. His face was very ugly. After a while, he raised his head and said in a hoarse and trembling voice: "I am a tomb robber..."
