The blood droplets on Yuwen Jianxue's head became darker and darker in color, and they didn't know when they turned from red to black, almost blending into the night.
Looking at the soldiers around him, all of them were afraid to express their anger. They clenched the swords in their hands and stared at the direction where the Turkic cavalry was coming.
To be honest, Yuwen Jianxue was also a little nervous. After all, he was about to face more than a thousand cavalry.
Although she had not been on the battlefield much before, she had heard from Erlang of the Tang family that as long as they were properly commanded and had correct tactics, a cavalry unit could defeat five times the number of infantry. But at this moment, they only had more than thirty people.
The only thing I can pray for is to ask the moon to come out quickly. But the more anxious I am, the more the moon lingers, moving next to the clouds and refusing to show up.
The sound of Turkic horse hooves was getting closer and closer.
You can't escape by running. Yuwen Jianxue's hand is grasped on the hilt of the sword, ready to fight.
"Uphill."
Suddenly, the sound of dancing horses came from the side.
She raised her head and looked up the slope, only to see a small mass on the top of the slope, which was just caught by the outcropping moonlight.
This was good! She didn't have time to feel happy, so she ran up the slope with everyone.
As soon as we climbed to the top, the moonlight diffused through the clouds and shone here.
"A gift from the gods, a gift from the cassock."
A pleasant male voice chanted softly, and a shadow of a cassock dispersed, shrouding everyone's heads.
Yuwen Jianxue saw that the outside world had become gray again, and her heart finally calmed down. She naturally understood why Wu Ma did not lead everyone to escape in a hurry, but found this hillside.
Before they had time to drink tea, the Turkic cavalry rushed up the hillside following their footprints, but all that was left for them was a bare patch of hillside. Under the moonlight, they looked like bald monks.
A group of Turkic soldiers searched up and down the low hillside. Finally, the leading Turkic general dropped his head felt heavily to the ground.
…
Not far away from the hillside, in the "Dark Side of the Kasaya", Yuwen Jianxue watched the Turkic cavalry fly away in the dust.
Above the head, the color of the blood drops returned to bright red.
She couldn't help but look at the dancing horse. She didn't know why, but since the last time the four of them broke through the illusion of the Skeleton Yard together, this man gave her an extremely contradictory feeling of danger and safety.
It's like if he stands next to you, someone will hold you up even if the sky falls. But sometimes you feel that he is the real threat.
Wu Ma suddenly turned his head and asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Well..." She turned her head away and looked at the back of the Turkic cavalry, "Shall we continue to the valley?"
"follow me."
A group of people followed behind the dancing horse.
After walking not far, Yuwen Jianxue suddenly felt something was wrong, "This is not the way to the valley!"
"Let's go back to the city."
"Back to the city?"
"Yes, go back to Jinyang."
"Then...the plan for tonight..."
"cancelled."
Yuwen Jianxue looked at the sky and saw that the large dense clouds had left the moon, "But..."
"The problem is not the moon," Wu Ma said: "There are still many areas that need to be improved in our plan, such as the route and the coordination between movements. These things can be planned during the day."
Okay. Yuwen Jianxue thought about it, maybe, he has a point.
"But what about Qingxia?"
"Look at her fate."
Wu Ma said, waving his arms to everyone, "Let's go back early and have a good sleep."
…
Back at the gate of the city, the dancing horse knocked on the door five times, three long and two short, which was the agreed upon secret signal.
Liu Wenjing saw more than thirty people emerging from "The Dark Side of the Kasaya", with a series of question marks on their heads.
"so many people?"
"Why are you back again?"
"Where's Qingxia?"
Yuwen Jianxue was responsible for explaining to Liu Wenjing what happened at night, while Wu Ma was concerned about what was above his head.
After stepping into the city gate, the shadow above his head did not change, but the blood drop split into three and turned into three stars with white light.
I can't see what use they have at the moment. You probably have to go to the Tang Pagoda to find out.
After a while, Liu Wenjing walked towards the dancing horse, "Why did you leave Qingxia outside alone?"
"That's her own business."
"Do you know," Liu Wenjing held her forehead, "an awakened disciple in the tower died due to God's will, and we will all be implicated."
"Oh...what will happen?"
"I don't know, it's not a good thing anyway."
"Don't worry," Wu Ma looked up, "she's fine."
"how do you know--"
Wu Ma pointed to his head, "About the blood drops... your apprentice told you, right?"
"Damn it," Liu Wenjing put her big hand on her head, "If I had known there was such a divine decree, I would have followed you out."
"The blood drops are gone," Wu Ma said.
"Ah...you mean..."
"The blood drops turned into white-lighting stars - which means that the divine decree has been completed. The divine decree means that all of them must survive, not even one. If you say this, Qingxia must have survived."
"What did you say?"
"Qingxia is not dead."
"No, I'm talking about the stars," Liu Wenjing grabbed the dancing horse's shoulders, "Let me see where the stars are."
"You should go to the Tang Pagoda to see it."
"Let me just say," Liu Wenjing kept shaking her dancing horse, "I should go with you in this operation. I worked so hard here to direct, and I didn't even miss a thing."
"There are more than a thousand of these soldiers. They are all very strong on their feet. Do you know how much effort it took me to pick them out..."
"It's all Pei's fault. I just don't trust him."
"Axue...you also got the star?"
"Don't touch me, I just have chest pain. Just sit down and rest for a while."
…
I don't know how long it took, but Qingxia also came back, with one arm covered in blood.
As soon as I entered the city gate, I came straight towards the dancing horse.
"Why didn't you go to the valley?"
"I've been waiting for you there, bastard."
"You really just leave me alone?"
"I almost died. Look at this arm...and here...don't look down! What about you, Mr. Liu?"
Just like this, Yuwen Jianxue asked her how she escaped from the Turks, but she pretended to be mysterious and did not answer.
The four of them decided that it would be difficult to do anything tonight, so they went to discuss it with Pei Ji who was resting in a nearby tower. They agreed to report to Tang Gong tomorrow. They said that the clouds were high and the moon was hidden, so it was not suitable to use it, so they postponed it until tomorrow night.
Pei Ji went home alone.
The four of them couldn't wait to go to the Tang Pagoda to see what kind of harvest this temporary divine decree would bring.
At this moment, the moonlight was getting brighter.
Qingxia's arms were bandaged with cloth strips. She didn't know when her mood improved, and she walked happily at the front, jumping up and down.
Liu Wenjing shook her head, "Just like a stupid girl."
"I want you to take care of it, old pervert,"
Qingxia suddenly turned around and said, "Axue, how many stars did you get?"
"one."
"So, all the efforts are not in vain," Qingxia shook her decorated arm, "the blood is not shed in vain."
"Oh, be careful with your arm," Liu Wenjing said, "If the blood collapses, it needs to be covered."
"Guess," Qingxia said with a smile, "How many stars did I get?"
"Um?"
Qingxia raised two fingers and shook them, "Two."
----Dividing line----
Stars given by God are always the fairest. Of course, they may also cause conflicts within the team.
————Excerpted from "Collection of Records of Prophet's Horse Dance Experiments" (Divine Decree)
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Thanks for the 6666500 reward for being kind to yourself.
Thanks to the first arrival of the summer rain, Qi Kexiu and He Guqiong warm their hands in the harsh winter.