Zhui Xu

The night is wide and far away.

Under the vast night, the huge roller that brings together more than 100,000 people is disintegrating and broken. In the fires of large and small, spotted, the chaotic conflicts of the crowd are fierce and huge.

At the time of the Hai Dynasty, the biggest wave of chaos was shattered in the camp of the Xixia Bianzhen. The people and the horses ran in chaos, and the flame lit the tent. The forefront of the proton army has been sunken, and the back column involuntarily retreated two steps. The avalanche-like collapse appeared when people still couldn't understand the mind. A black flag team rushing into a tough position caused a chain reaction, and Zangya flew in the chaotic fire. The atmosphere of screaming, running, oppression and fear tightly hugged everything. Luoye, Mao Yishan, Hou Wu and others struggled to kill. Not many people remembered the specific things. They pushed the past to the depths of the fire. , first step, then two steps...

The armored horses were driven into the camp, and some of the horses had fallen. Qin Shaoqian took off his helmet, opened the armor and took a long knife. His vision is also trembling slightly. In front, Black Flag soldiers slammed into the enemy array.

The team of more than two hundred people responsible for releasing the hot air balloon passed through the heavy squad and interspersed.

From the pressure from the darkness, the pressure from the internal chaos, this afternoon, 70,000 people still have not blocked the other troops, and the pressure caused by the huge collapse is erupting. The Black Flag Army has more than one offensive point, but at every point, the soldiers who are all **** and mad are still experiencing tremendous lethality. At this point, the horses are no longer needed, and the road is no longer. Need, the future seems to have no need to consider...

In the middle of the night, the party arrived and then rushed out in several directions.

From orderly to disordered, from compression to expansion, the people who are pushed away are first and then become a stock, a group. At the end of the day, the stars were scattered, and the little flames began to gradually become sparse. The big Dong Zhizhen, the big crowd, will be outdated at the time of the sea. The wind blew through the wilderness.

......

The wilderness sounded awkward.

The spread of **** breath attracted the original predators, and at the margins, they found the bodies, clustered and smashed. Occasionally, there are vocals and torches in the distance. Sometimes, there are also wild wolves following the blood of the human body.

The scope of the radius of more than ten miles, the killing of the natural law will occasionally occur, the big dialing, or the small group of small group of soldiers still passing, the sounds in the darkness around, will make them become scared birds.

After the rout of the periphery, it was the breakthrough of the middle array, and then it was the collapse of the battle. The outcome of the battle is often confusing. Less than 10,000 troops rushed to 100,000 people. This concept can only be roughly thought out, but only when the front line is strangled, the pressure and fear of the moment that is rushed is truly profound and true. These escaping soldiers generally know After the news of the chaos, I went faster and I didn’t dare to look back.

Luoye and the two companions around him supported each other and were walking in the dim field. On the right was his brother, Li Zhisi. On the left is Mao Yishan, a colleague on the way. This person is honest and honest, but he is a fool. But he is a good player on the battlefield.

When the Xixia army collapsed, they chased and killed them all the way. Some of the manpower was exhausted and stayed on the road, but a few people followed them in different directions – they were eventually opened. Realizing that there were no people around, Luo Yi stood for a while and finally began to go back, three blood people. There is not much talk to help each other. Luoyekou Lieutenant: "It's okay, is it okay? Can't stop, don't stop, this time to hold on..."

He has been whispering this. Mao Yishan occasionally touched his body: "I didn't feel it, but nothing, nothing..."

"Don't stop, stay awake..."

"Are we... won?"

"I don't know, I don't know..." Luo Ye answered this subconsciously.

They smashed through the Xixia camp and chased the large group of squadrons, but it was not clear about the outcome of the entire battlefield.

On the road, I found a torch that was about to be extinguished, and I blew it forward. There was a **** atmosphere on the road. There was a corpse in the ground. They put the torch on it. After a while, they found two wounded companions. They lay back to back on the ground, like dead, but Luoye tried to find out that they still have gas. They stunned each of them and then took a small skin from their body.

"Can't sleep, can't sleep, drink water, drink water, a small mouth..."

"You have a wound on your body. If you sleep, you will die. Come, hold on, hold on..."

Then there were five people who walked forward and walked for a while. There was a sound of the sorrow on the opposite side. Four figures stood and then heard the voice: "Who?"

"Huaxia..."

"2,12,2, Mao..." Mao Yishan, who spoke up, reported to the queue. He was the second group and the second battalion, and he was quite memorable. The words have not been finished yet. The opposite person has already seen a few people in the low light, and the voice is sounding: "One mountain?"

"Ah? Rows, platoons? Hou Brother?"

The four people also walked over and supported, Hou Wu and Qu Qing were among them. When the nine people joined together, the traffic was quite heavy and almost fainted. Luoye and they also knew each other and shook their heads: "Don't leave, don't leave, let's take a break..."

Near the night, the wind whimpered, and on the wilderness, bursts of blood and suffocating, several people got some dry grass and firewood, and the clothes on the dead Xixia soldiers that could be found not far away were also smashed two pieces, and the bonfire was raised. Boil water, use the wound medicine on his body to bandage the channel, and then give other people a difficult bandage.

At this time, the nine people were bracing to do this. They slowly hurt the medicine and bandaged, and whispered the battle.

"Will you win?"

"Who are you chasing?"

"West Xia Wang? Are you chasing Li Ganshun? I seem to be..."

"I don't know if it's true, but unfortunately, I didn't cut the head..."

Even at such a moment, Luoye’s heart is still thinking about Li Ganshun, shaking his head, quite regrettable. Hou nodded: "Yeah, I don't know who was killed. I saw that it was like a victory. Who killed the Xixia King? Otherwise how could it run..."

The bonfire burns, and these words are shredded, and you say a word, suddenly, there is a voice coming from afar. It was a footstep, and there was also the light of the torch. The crowd came from the back of the mound, after a while. I saw each other.

It wasn't the Black Flag Army. The light in the torchlight looked like the army of Xixia. Although there were some wanderings in the field of vision, these people did not have many scars on their bodies. They did not have blood. There are twenty or thirty people. When the two sides saw it, they stopped at the convenience. There were dozens of people in front of them holding spears, and some people pulled out their waist knives.

Here, no one spoke, and Mao Yishan, who was bloody, set a moment. He grabbed the long knife in the ground and stood up.

The wind blew through the ground, the flames burned, and the silent and horrible figure stretched. Then Luoye, he stood up and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. Then, the people on the side of the fire slowly rose, and the nine figures stood there, and Luoye raised his knife.

"I have to be here." Luoye whispered. "Unfortunately, he did not kill Li Ganshun. After the mountain, the first Xixia officer was robbed by you. It’s boring..."

"Ah..." Hou Wu looked at the front. Absent-minded, "Is there not one more here? How about giving it to you?"

"Oh, I...hey..." He was about to say something, and he immediately groaned. At the end of the field of vision, twenty or thirty people slowly receded and then ran away.

"..."

The campfire was silent for a while.

"Ha ha……"

"Ha ha..."

When the sound is sounding, it is a weak laughter: "Scare me!"

"You said, we won't win?"

"Looks like it..."

"Ha ha ha ha - oh kind!"

In the swaying fire, nine figures stood there. Laughter is in this wilderness, far away...

There are similar figures in the wilderness, and the place where the flames are gradually extinguished. A large number of materials and heavy vehicles were left behind. The exhausted soldiers were still active. They helped each other, helped, bandaged the wounds, drank some water or broth, and the people with power were released. At the beginning, I searched for wounded and lost soldiers. The soldiers who were found and supported each other were given a certain bandage and treatment. They leaned against each other and leaned on the materials on the side of the fire. Some people spoke from time to time, letting people not be in the most exhausting moments. As for sleeping in the past.

When the child passed, and then it was ugly, some people came back one after another, and some people who took a little rest took the torch and rode on the moving, captured war horse. Mao Yishan and others returned to the area around the ugly time. The drainage was seriously injured and was sent to the tent for treatment. Qin Shaoqian patrolled the camp with his tired body.

When I rested again, Luoye and Hou Wu and other talents said the opposite: "Are we winning?"

At dawn, in the quiet camp, people are still asleep. But some people woke up one after another. When they woke up their companions around, there were still some companions who slept forever and left forever. Under the leadership of the officers, these people were sent out one after another, searching for the bodies of the deceased who were left behind, or the survivors who survived during the entire day. trace.

......

On the first day of July of the second year of Jingping, at dusk, on Dong Zhi’s squad, there was an army of more than 3,000 people in the array. The war had stopped, and a body was placed next to it, which filled the field of vision.

The tall, one-eyed general walked to the front, and in the sky on one side, Yunxia burned like a flame, spreading out in the vast sky. The black flag contaminated with blood is in the wind.

He said something about it and said something. In the sunset of the fire, accompanied by the dead companions, the soldiers in the queue are solemn and firm, they have experienced the unimaginable quenching of others, at this time, everyone has a wound on the body, for this tempered past They don't even have much real feelings, only the dead companions are more and more real.

No one can pay for the cost of their own living space, they pay a price, and many even pay for survival itself.

Compared with the 100,000-strong army that Li Gan had surrendered before, the overwhelming banner was so small that the army in front of him was small. But it is also at this moment, even if it is full of pain and standing on this battlefield, their arrays seem to have a sky-high spirits, stirring Tianyun.

The army array on Dong Zhiwei suddenly made a snoring sound, and the snoring sounded like a thunder. After one sound, it was another sound. The battle number of Canggu on the battlefield rang, and spread along the far north wind.

This is a memorial.

They have not thought of celebrating in the wilderness of this day. For the departure of the Warriors, they opened their way with shouts and horns.

Countless things are waiting for them behind. But the most important thing at this time, they want to rest...

*

Around the northwest, at this time, it was still in the heat of the autumn skin, and thousands of families led by the seedlings were chased by more than 10,000 Xixia troops and were moving southward. He has some understanding of Dong Zhijun’s advancement in the Western Xia Army. The army that suddenly threw out of the mountain suddenly destroyed the iron scorpion with the benefit of firearms. In the face of 100,000 troops, they may only retreat, but at this time, they finally gave themselves a little chance. In any case, they also threatened Li Ganshun's back road, the original, Qing and other places, to give them some help.

This army of Junjun is quite powerful. If it can be taken over, perhaps there is still a turning point in the situation in the northwest, but they are not tamed and should be used with caution. However, it doesn't matter. Even if we talk about cooperation and collusion, once Xixia can be rushed away, farming in the northwest, still occupy the name of the righteousness and orthodoxy, and can restrain them.

In the northeast, after receiving the news of the smashing of the iron scorpion, the squadron has already rushed out of the nest and went south. The leader's fold can be sighed. It is really the most terrible person who is in a hurry. He knew the lack of grain in the Xiao Cang River before. He was prepared to take off the Qing Dynasty and other places to make the fruits of victory. He had indeed feared that the Xixia army would be over, but since the iron scorpion had been destroyed, the tyrannical army could fight against Li Ganshun. As for the Black Flag Army, since they have taken Yanzhou, they may not let them continue to attract Li Ganshun’s vision, but they must also find ways to figure out their cards that have destroyed the iron scorpion.

He is not available, and he does not dare to use it. But in this world, the monks have their own position, can they survive under the anger of Li Ganshun, and he will not care.

Xiao Canghe, the debate between young people and the elderly still continues every day, but in the past two days, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ both of them are a little absent-minded. Whenever such a state, Ning Yi said, it will become more and more Unscrupulous.

"...The practice method of Xiao Cang River is limited now. The position we are in is also special. But if it is said by Zuo Gong, with Confucianism, it’s really playing with the world, the white blade sees the blood, the needle tip is on the wheat, the method is not No, if you really press it all over the world, you must kill me at all costs, then why should I care about it... For example, I can average the right to make the farmer have his own land, then I will..."

"...the core of my fight is the law of reason! Only the order of the three words of reason is the greatest thing of Confucianism... Yes, yes, you are right, but if the world changes again, the word will live. First... Hey, what do you mean for me, we are reasonable..."

The old man went away with a beard and blink of an eye.

Going to the yard, the sunset is burning red, Su Taner teaches Ning Yu literacy in the yard, and sees Ning Yi coming out, smiles and laughs: "You have won a fight with Xiang Gong." But seeing Ning Yi looking into the distance, there are still some lost. After a moment of reaction, I thought about it, but I shook my head and smiled: "I can’t count it. Some things are now said to be entangled in Hu, and should not be said."

He looked at the direction of the sun, and Su Tan knew what he was worried about and stopped bothering him. After a while, Ning Yi took a sigh of relief and sighed again, shaking his head and seemed to be ridiculing his own uneasiness. Thinking about things, go back to the room.

The cavalry that was subpoenaed was already on the road hundreds of miles away.

Qingmu Village, the atmosphere of chill and boring is covering everything.

Thousands of miles away from the southeast, the ranks of Kangwangfu are on the north. This silent world is brewing the celebration of the new emperor.

Thunder will sweep away. (To be continued.)

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