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Chapter 153 The Last Martial Pawn

This was a trap. Zhou Shi understood it when he took the lead to rush out. Those so-called "civilians" actually lined up to resist in an orderly manner after being attacked. Zhou Shi was all too familiar with that well-organized and flawed formation.

"Where did Hufu Township come from with so many Qin soldiers?"

But he quickly realized that when he left Hufu Township, the civilian husband was indeed a civilian husband, but after arriving in Waihuang, the civilian husband was replaced by the Qin soldiers! Moreover, the chariots and carriages did not necessarily contain food, but also hid weapons and crossbowmen.

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As the black-faced Qin official rang a bronze whistle, a Qin warrior emerged from dozens of carriages in the entire convoy, holding a crossbow and shooting at the young man who rushed out of the forest.

Zhou Shi was lucky enough to escape the attack, but he found that several of his men had fallen to the ground on his left and right, either screaming and moaning, or losing their breath in an instant...

He stood up, shouted, and waved his hands, but he was not shouting to charge, but asking everyone to turn around and evacuate quickly!

However, in this chaotic scene, Zhou Shi's orders could not be conveyed in time. Those brave and aggressive rangers did not seem to know what was happening in front of them, and they still screamed and rushed forward one after another to die.

At the other end of the forest, Zhou Shi's cronies also came out with fifty people.

But what greeted them was a row of Qin soldiers who had already lined up. Everyone raised their spears carried on the cart, reflecting the dazzling light in the sun...

As early as in the war many years ago, Zhou Shi understood that with the same number of people, a mob against the experienced Qin soldiers had no chance of winning. But across the Qin people's convoy, Zhou Shi could only watch helplessly.

Fifty people were surrounded by swords and spears and their lives were harvested.

Fortunately, they also bought time for everyone on the other side to retreat.

But the Qin people soon caught up with them. The black-faced Qin officials who were blowing bronze whistles were holding swords, and the Qin people dressed as civilian husbands were holding shields in front of them.

Hold on to the Wei people and prevent them from escaping smoothly.

Therefore, Zhou Shi could only take the remaining dozens of people and fight and retreat in the forest.

After the battle, Zhou Shi caught a glimpse of Chen Yu's figure, but unfortunately his back was turned to him.

This Confucian scholar spoke loudly, but when it came to the real life-and-death battle, he hesitated to move forward. Finally, he gritted his teeth and abandoned his nephew, Qingxia, Zhou Shi, who was struggling to break up the rear, and several rangers.

We got into the woods and ran away together.

"Sure enough, we can't believe these Confucian scholars..."

Zhou Shi asked for help in vain, sighing secretly in his heart, but his hands were not slow at all. A Qin man pretending to be a civilian husband rushed towards him with a short sword. Zhou Shi gently opened the blade and stabbed the opponent's neck with the sword.

Hot blood poured onto his face.

The sword is a "toy" that he has been wielding since he was a child, and it is also Zhou Shi's most familiar companion for many years.

It was his father who thrust the sword into his hand.

It has been many years, and the image of his father has been a little blurry in Zhou Shi's mind, but he still remembers that his father told him the history of martial arts soldiers by the fire pit at home...

This professional army founded by General Wu Qi was once the pride of Wei.

"General Wu raised 70,000 troops and the whole world could not stop him. At that time, the Qin army did not dare to step into the west of Hexi for twenty years!"

"And among the 70,000 soldiers, 50,000 are Wei soldiers!"

I don’t know since when, the Zhou family has been serving as military soldiers for generations. They have fields and houses provided by the Wei State, and they have ministers and concubines to farm and herd for them. However, from the time of birth, there is only one man in the Zhou family.

Mission: Be a soldier and fight for the Kingdom of Wei!

But if you want to be a martial soldier, you must undergo strict examinations.

When Zhou Shi was seventeen years old, he participated in a martial arts performance on the outskirts of Daliang. According to tradition, he and his companions put on triple armor, carried weapons and swords, carried powerful crossbows on their backs, and carried 50 crossbow arrows in their pouches.

You also have to carry three days of rations. Starting from Daliang, you have to walk to the river a hundred miles away in half a day!

Carrying a heavy load on his back, he jogged all the way, panting, but Zhou Shi still drank the slightly turbid water of the river when the sun was about to set.

Like a braggadocio chasing the sun, he lay down by the river and drank for a long time before the second person reached the finish line.

There is no doubt that Zhou Shi, who performed well, became a proud warrior, but he was surprised to find that his companions who did not meet the standards also became warriors.

There is no way, the Wei State is weak and has no right to be picky. As long as they are the children of military soldiers, as long as they are not too different, they can inherit the duties of their father and ancestors.

Looking around, we saw that there were only a few hundred soldiers that year, and only a few thousand of the 50,000-strong army in the past were left.

Before Zhou Shi could tell his father the good news, he learned that his father had died in the battle with Qin!

Even the body was not brought back. As for the head, it was probably chopped off by the Qin people and brought back to ask for credit.

So far, three generations of the Zhou family have died at the hands of the Qin people. From that year on, the young Zhou Shi inherited the blood feud between the family and Qin!

It was around that year that Zhou Shi got a glimpse of his own destiny after burying his father in his tomb.

Unlike ordinary people, soldiers will not die on their beds, amid the cries of their wives, concubines, and children, but will die on the battlefield, wrapped in horse leather...

His senior military soldiers, there are probably more than 100,000 people in several generations, and most of them died in defeats: Shimen, Anyi, Guiling, and Ma

Ling, died in Yique, died in Huayang, died in Liangquan...

The places where soldiers died in battle were getting closer and closer to Daliang, while Wei's national power was getting further and further away from its revival and glory.

"Where will I die?" Zhou Shi thought.

"Is it within this forest?"



The stinging pain from the wounds on his body brought Zhou Shi, who was tired from fighting, back to his senses. He looked around and saw that there were only a few people still holding on, and the rest either died or fled.

And those Qin people who were chasing after him were still surrounding him from all directions.

Zhou Shi had been fighting and retreating in this forest for half an hour. There were more and more wounds on his body. Although they were not fatal, the constant bleeding made him exhausted and weak. The sword in his hand became heavier and heavier.

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But the terrain of this dense forest is favorable to them. The Qin people's crossbows cannot keep up in time. In a narrow place, it is easy to cause a one-on-one situation. At this time, when they meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!

Zhou Shi picked up his sword again and strode forward. He shouted at the top of his lungs, encouraging his companions to turn around and fight. They couldn't escape anyway, so why not take a few more Qin people to the underworld with them!

Before the war was confined to a slit between the eyes, Zhou Shi had superb martial arts skills and could never lose in one-on-one. He faced three people one after another, and he went on a killing spree. His long sword provoked a bloody storm, and his arms turned red all the way to his elbows.

"Wei Wuzu!"

When the battle was at its peak, Zhou Shi seemed to be drunk. He raised the remaining sword high and shouted the slogan of the year loudly. The sword full of gaps was also glowing with blood under the noon sun. He seemed to have returned to many years ago, when he and Qin

On the battlefield where the Qin army faced off, the companions wearing armor and holding weapons were forming a square formation to resist the impact of the Qin army's elite soldiers.

As long as the warriors are not dead, the fighting will not stop!

However, when he knocked down the last Qin man in front of him, shouted happily, and looked around again, he was shocked to find that the Qin people had not decreased, but his own people were slowly being harvested and killed!

The fourteen-year-old boy who was lying behind Zhou Shi before the ambush, holding the spear shaft tightly, and almost crying out of fear, tripped and fell to the ground while escaping. Three Qin soldiers surrounded him and raised and lowered their swords at him...

A fellow soldier who had followed Zhou Shi since Yangwu took advantage of the narrow terrain of the woods to fight with two Qin soldiers. He was trying to make up for the Qin soldiers who were knocked down by him, but was pierced by a spear.

The belly...

There was also the loud-voiced Huang Qingxia who was brought by Chen Yu and newly joined them. He cursed loudly and stabbed a Qin soldier to death in a tree. However, he was hit on the head by a long stick behind him, and blood flowed down his face.

His legs fell to the ground, his breath gone...

Zhou Shi also saw that the dark-faced Qin soldier who escorted the grain truck and planned the ambush had been staying away from the front line of the battle, only leading his small team through the forest. They methodically

Supporting every one-on-one battle, defeating the Wei people with more enemies and fewer enemies, and then giving those who can still stand up a neat death.

Zhou Shi was angry. He tried to rush to the rescue of his companions, but unexpectedly a crossbow arrow from a distance shot through his thigh!

He fell to the ground suddenly, his vision went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, there were only dead people around him.

The footsteps were slowly approaching. They were the people of Qin. They were surrounding Zhou Shi, but they were all cautious, because Zhou Shi was still able to kill six people while fighting and retreating. He was not a simple person.

The severe pain from his legs made Zhou Shi grit his teeth, but he still held on to his sword and forced himself to stand up.

"It seems that this is my burial place."

Zhou Shi's yellowed beard was covered with blood and mud, and he smiled bitterly.

The phalanx of warriors is invincible in the world!

If there are colleagues, Zhou Shi will have nothing to fear.

But they all died in battle one by one and disappeared one by one. Today, more than ten years later, looking around in confusion, Zhou Shi was shocked to find out.

I am the last remaining soldier...

The dozen or so Qin people in front of them were not arrogant enough to challenge Zhou Shi. Under the shouts of the black-faced Qin official, three crossbow soldiers stepped forward, ten steps away, and faced the enemy who could no longer move even half a step.

Zhou Shi slowly raised his crossbow...

Zhou Shi had known that he was bound to die, but he was not afraid of death. The Confucian scholar Chen Yu was right, those who eat what they eat will not avoid disaster. Although Zhou Shi had never received the courtesy of the king of Wei in his life, he was a guest of the prince's family.

, but he was a military soldier, and his background destined him to live and die together with the Wei State.

After these two months of struggle, Zhou Shi thought to himself that he was worthy of the kindness he received from the land and houses of the Wei State for generations. Although he failed to expel the Qin people from Wei, even though he failed to save the Wei State with his own meager efforts.

But he had nothing to regret or regret. At least he had killed no less than ten Qin people in his own hands, which was enough.

The black-faced Qin officials raised their hands high, ready to give the order to fire arrows at any time, while the crossbowmen had already cocked their bows and would draw their hanging knives at any time.

"Chen Yu said that Zilu was a Confucian scholar, and a gentleman would inevitably win the title after death."

The Qin official had no expression on his face and waved his hand!

"I am a soldier. Even if I die, I must maintain the dignity of a soldier."

The crossbowman fired the hanging knife, and the roaring crossbow arrows were getting closer and closer in Zhou Shi's eyes, but he burst out laughing!

"As a soldier, dying in battle is an honorable matter. You should smile at the axe, and be happy to do so!"

His thoughts stopped suddenly, popping sounds were heard one after another, and several crossbow arrows shot through Zhou Shi's chest and abdomen, taking away his life.

At the last moment of his life, this veteran martial artist still had his eyes widened, leaning against a tree, holding a sword in both hands, standing upright, and did not fall down even though he was dead.

Heifu stepped forward and bowed to Zhou Shi's body. The bow was so heavy that his hands almost touched the ground. The Qin soldiers behind him also stood in awe, put away their weapons, and bowed together.

Then, Heifu raised his sword, said sorry, and cut off Zhou Shi's head without hesitation!

Zhou Shi, a veteran of the military service, was supposed to lead his troops to conquer Wei in the north on the orders of King Chen more than ten years later, and finally regain Daliang and realize his dream of restoring the country.

In this historical time and space, he died in an unknown forest in Waihuang County. He was beheaded by a Qin official named Heifu, who was not famous among the princes...

There are no more Wei soldiers in this world!


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