Zhui Xu

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August 30, Northwest Territories.

When the rain rises in the late autumn season, there are no signs of stopping. Under the heavy rain, it is a barren hill. The short trees are grassy, ​​flowing, and occasionally, you can see the bodies that fall on the ground. People or horses, in the mud or the grass, stop breathing forever.

Last night's chaotic battlefield, the trajectory of the smuggling stretched from the north to the south by a distance of ten miles. In fact, it was only a conflict between two or three thousand people. All the way to kill it, and now the corpse in this battlefield is still unattended.

A group of forty-three people came from south to north. Four injured horses were smashed on the road, and four of the wounded were smashed. When they saw the body on the way, they also collected people to collect some things.

The turbulent rain has already soaked the whole body soaked, the air is cold, and the boots on the feet are embedded in the mud of the road, and the effort is exhausted. Zhuo Yongqing hung the shoe on his neck and felt the faint pain in his chest. He put a small piece of marching dry food into his mouth.

"Hey... you said, where are we going now?"

The heavy rain that fell was the most annoying. I wiped the water stains on my face while I was in front of me, but I was lost my eyes for a moment. Walking next to him is the comrade-in-arms Chen Side, who is playing with the bow of his body. Xu is broken.

"Where did you kill it last night, go back somewhere." Chen Sid looked at the front. "It is reasonable to say that there should be people waiting there."

"Does the Golden Dog send someone to wait there?"

"...It's hard to say." Chen Side hesitated, and the shackles in his hands pulled hard, only listening to the "squeaky" sound, and shattered. Zhuo Yongqing said: "Go get it." Then he squatted down with him to pick up the iron pieces, bolts, etc. in the mud, and the things in the bow were taken back.

The rest of the people walked by, walked a little lightly, and also supported the wounded. There was a big noise from the back. A figure fell from the horse's back, and the muddy water splashed, and the man holding the horse stopped, and some people ran over. Zhuo Yongqing wiped the water droplets on his eyes: "It is a stone..."

At this point, everyone in front and behind has stopped, watching the comrades who are supporting the figure in the mud, the comrades of the body fixed for a moment, looked back for half a circle: "dead ... land stone ..."

Someone moved. In the front of the team, Qu Qing came out: "...take his things and put him on the side of the road."

"...Do you want to bury him?" someone whispered.

"There is no time." Qu Qing said this sentence, paused, and reached out to the back of the three horses, "first find a place to heal, catch up with the brigade, there are us, there are Jurchen, not flat."

Everyone did it. They took the knife and shield of the stone and bowed it, and put another injured person on the horse back, covered the coat and continued on.

It is still a gray and cloudy autumn rain. More than forty people walked along the mud, and they had to turn over the rugged mountain road ahead. Just under the silver-gray sky, on the mountain road, more than 20 North American men dressed in Jurchen uniforms are also coming down the mountain road. Due to the blockage of earth and stone, the two sides have not seen each other.

"... Yesterday night, the brigade should have not gone. We killed too fast... I remember Lu Lifu died."

"Lulif... Where is it?"

"I don't remember. On the way, the golden dog's horse... hit him. Take it for me."

While talking, Chen Side was still playing with another sling in his hand and took a sip of water. He handed his carry-on rattan kettle to Zhuo Yongqing, Zhuo Yongqing took the kettle and pressed the chest subconsciously.

"Humping, I don't have to die, my bones may have been damaged and I have not died. So he may..."

The words are still saying. A sudden movement came from above the hillside. It was the shadow of the figure, and the bow rang. The two figures suddenly slammed down from the mountains. One of them was one of the three scouts on the Black Flag Army side, and the other was obviously a Jurchen spy. At the corner of the road in front of the queue, someone suddenly shouted: "The battle!" There are arrows flying over, and the person walking in the forefront has turned up the shield.

At this moment, Zhuo Yongqing smashed, and the feeling of trepidation suddenly rose from the back of his head and exploded. He only hesitated this moment, then rushed forward. He threw away the kettle in his hand, untied the bow, and pulled the string up, and someone had rushed past faster.

A simple array of shields set up a loose array in the blink of an eye, and the opposite bow and arrow flew over the shield. Luoye shouted with a knife: "How much -"

"twenty--"

"Kill them!"

At the corner of the road, there were war horses rushing over and rushing straight into the shield wall formed by the rush. A Chinese soldier was knocked open by a war horse. The Jurchen man was thrown into the mud, wielding a long knife, and another horse had already rushed in. The Jurchens over there rushed over, and the people here have already greeted them.

Luoye single hand-held knife walked in the mud, watching the rushing Jurchen cavalry rushing toward him, the footsteps were not slow, the one-handed hand holding the knife turned into two hands, until the war horse was close, the pace suddenly stopped. The body traversed and sipped a big knife.

"Explore your mother--"

The war horse flew out with blood, and the Jurchen who had just climbed up had been stabbed to death on the ground with a spear. At this time, the conflict of engagement has begun. People are smashing and fighting on the muddy roads and the sinister hillsides. Zhuo Yongqing rushed up. Nearby is a row of long hairs that are swaying toward the Jurchens. The mud is running. Picking up, the Jurchen escaped the sway, and it was also a knife. Zhuo Yongqing waved the shield and blocked the knife.

Mao Yishan crossed the shield and it was a knife. The Jurchen took a roll and escaped again. Zhuo Yongqing followed him and forced him to slash. The Jurchen was thrown into the muddy water. No movement, but a face in the face. Zhuo Yongqing looked back and didn't know who shot it. At this time, Mao Yishan has shouted: "Holding the group -"

In the autumn rain, the sinister killing turned into the theme of this mountain road. Zhuo Yongqing and Mao Yishan and others have already gathered together. I don’t know when the face has been stained with sticky blood. Not far away, Luoye took a few people to be a small group, the most aggressive, and Hou Wu, Qu Qing and others are a group, the largest number. This sudden encounter, the Jurchen is fierce. However, when the soldiers of the Huaxia Army gathered together, their fierce hunting also had no advantage. In a few moments, several people fell, and the blood ran on the hillside.

The wounded soldier named Pan Xiaomao hid behind the war horse of the seriously injured. Watching the seven or eight bows from time to time archery attacks, sometimes shot in the horse, sometimes shot people. A Jurchen soldier was shot and injured in the calf and limped down to the bottom of the hillside, not far below. It is already the cliff of the foothills. The soldier named Wang Yuan slashed the knife all the way. When chasing the cliff, Luoye shouted: "Come back!" However, it is already late, the rock on the hillside slides, and he follows the woman. The real people fell together.

The battle did not know how long it lasted. Two Jurchens fled on horseback. When there was no active Jurchen soldier nearby, Zhuo Yongqing gasped and sat down. Mao Yishan patted him on the shoulder: "Kill it." Ok!" However, Zhuo Yongqing did not kill people this time. His physical exertion is much more, mainly because the injury to the chest increases the consumption of physical energy.

"Check the number! First save the wounded!" Qu Qing shouted in the crowd, everyone rushed to the wounded around, Luoye went all the way to the edge of the cliff, leaned down to see, when I thought To find a chance to be lucky. After taking a few breaths, Zhuo Yongqing stood up and swayed to see the injured. As he walked back, he found that Chen Side had fallen into a pool of blood, and he had an arrow in his throat. Straight through the past.

Zhuo Yongqing’s brain rang loudly. This is of course his first time on the battlefield, but Chen Dide has not been his first companion and friend who has seen his death. Seeing such deaths is not sad in the heart. More is the weight. It is a living person, the past and the past, talking... Chen Sixe is good at handcrafting. In the past, the bow can be removed and removed. The broken one can often be repaired by hand. The rattan kettle in the mud is a leather bag. Extremely beautiful, it is said that Chen Side wrote to him when he participated in the Huaxia Army. A lot of things, after a sudden stop, seem to be suddenly pressed at this moment, such weight, it is difficult to swallow directly into the stomach.

However, no matter who it is, it must be swallowed up. The dead are very heavy, and they are all light at this moment. On the battlefield, they are dead all the time. In the battlefield, they are indulged in the dead, and it will be a bigger thing. This extremely light and extremely heavy contradiction is pressed together.

Zhuo Yongqing’s eyes were sorrowful and tumbling. Something was rushing out. He turned his head and looked at the people around him. Luo madman stood for a while on the cliff and turned back. Someone saved people on the ground and pressed them on the chest. The seemingly calm movements were mixed with a trace of madness. Some people checked for a moment next to the deceased. After squatting, they walked silently. Hou Wu helped a wounded person and shouted to the surrounding: "He still Ok! Take the bandage - take it with medicine -"

Zhuo Yongqing picked up the rattan kettle on the ground and hung it on his body to help others. After some tossing, the number of people was cleared, and there were still thirty-four remaining, of which ten were wounded. Zhuo Yongqing was not a knife wound that affected the battle and was not counted. When everyone was ready to go forward, Zhuo Yongqing also said subconsciously: "Would you like... buried them..."

He looked at the body being placed on the side of the road.

"...no time." Luoye said this, then he paused and suddenly reached out and said, "Well, throw them below."

"Good." Qu Qing nodded, first went to the body, "Hurry everyone."

They threw the eight bodies on the side of the road into the squat and continued on. They originally intended to return along the original road last night. However, considering the situation of the wounded, there will be not only their own people on the road, but also the situation of the Jurchen, they will simply find a way to go down and walk a few miles. After that, the light and serious injured were temporarily left in a relatively hidden mountain under the cliff, and two people were arranged to look after them.

"You can't go any more." Qu Qing and these people said, "Even if it is past, it is very difficult to play against Jurchen. Now we are either finding the brigade and then notifying the people to pick you up, or we can't find it. And turn back at night."

After leaving these 12 people, Zhuo Yongqing and other 22 people rushed to the place where they took part in the battle last night. On the road, they encountered a five-member Jurchen squad, killed them, folded one person, and on the way. Converged five people. On the side of the hillside grove that rushed to fight last night, I saw that the traces of the war were still there. The Huaxia Army’s brigade apparently had already bitten the Jurchen.

Twenty-six people took the risk to explore the woods and rushed back after picking up the enemy. At this time, the female real soldiers are obviously also visiting here. The Huaxia Army is stronger than the formation and cooperation. The Jurchens killed in the black mountains of Baishan are stronger than the individual combat in the wild and the forest. It is probably a choice to wait for the companion here, but it is too passive. Qu Qing and others summed up, decided to go back to settle the wounded, and then estimate the location where the Jurchen might go and catch up with the past.

This time, it was a muddy rainy day. When I approached the foothills, I saw a corpse fell on the side of the road, and almost a dozen arrows were inserted into the body. This is the soldier they left to take care of the wounded, named Zhang Gui. The crowd suddenly became nervous and warned to rush to the foothills.

It is already late.

There are **** scorpions everywhere in the mountains, and the bodies are densely covered. There are a total of eleven Chinese military soldiers, each with arrows. Obviously, when the Jurchen came, the wounded put the shield on the bow and made a resistance. But in the end, it was shot by the Jurchens. In the middle of the mountain, four seriously wounded people were killed by the Chinese soldiers themselves. After the lightly wounded killed them, they inserted the long knife into their heart. Now the corpse is sitting next to it, but there is no head - the Jurchen has cut it off.

The sky has dimmed, the rain is still down, and everyone has carefully checked all of this. Some people think of Zhang Gui who died in the distance. He whispered a sentence: "Zhang Gui is trying to lead the Jurchens away..." Luoye and a few people went out silently with their swords. Obviously they wanted to find traces of Jurchens. After a while, they only listened to the darkness. The roar of Luoye came from the mountain: "Come on-"

It took a while. Another voice: "Come--" but no echo. Soon after, Luoye came back. On the other side, some people moved Zhang Gui’s body back.

"It's a little time now." Hou Wudao, "Let's bury them."

Luoye nodded: "Fire for cooking, we have a rest."

"The Jurchen may still be around."

"Let them come!" Luoye said with a grin. It took a while. Qu Qing said on the other side: "It's still a fire, clothes to dry."

The people dug the pit and buried the 12 bodies. This evening, they rested on the grave in this place. The soldiers ate some hot rations, and if they were hurt, such as Zhuo Yongqing, they would be bandaged. The day was tumbling, heavy rain, mud, battle, injury, and everyone was tired. After the clothes were dried, they extinguished the fire. Zhuo Yongqing’s body was cold and hot, and he listened in confusion. Everyone negotiates where to go tomorrow.

"...The end of the day has been in the Yanzhou and Gyeongju places. I think it is waiting for the reinforcements to come over... The army of the family has been surrounded, but maybe the family will come, Jin Ning Jun, these will not come to join in the fun, it is hard to say, in a few days, around the mess to become a pot of porridge. I estimate that if the Yan Yan room to go, today is likely to choose the direction of Xuanjiao..."

"...The end of the room is not afraid of war, he is only cautious, there is a rule of war, he does not fight with us, fear of our artillery, balloons..."

"If you push this way, maybe you will hit it when you are raining..."

"Maybe it is tonight..."

"Yes……"

"No matter what, tomorrow, we will go to Xuanjiao?"

Zhuo Yongqing leaned on the grave and listened to Luoye and others for a while. I don’t know when he heard the channel saying: “It’s my fault to leave the wounded here. ”

"What's wrong with you, take less things to yourself!" Luoye's voice was louder. "The injured can't go, we have to go to the battlefield. Everyone can only do this! The killer is the Jurchen." The thing to do is to get back from the Jurchen!"

"Maybe a few people can go to the brigade, we are here."

"There is no such choice!" Luoye smashed the iron. "Who are we fighting with now? Finishing the room! Jurchen first! Now it looks like we are evenly matched with him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Who knows when we have flaws, Let them eat us! Since the front is going to fight, it will make all the secrets! We only have more than 20 people, but who knows if it will be because we are missing, the front will be a little worse? The brigade, the brigade will return to find us again. Quqing, fight! What is the most important thing to fight? Ning said, put your life on it!"

Luoyeton paused: "Our life, their lives... My own brothers, they are dead, I am sad, I can die for them, but I can't lose if I fight! Fight! It's desperate! Mr. Ning said, nowhere. You don't have to fight for your own life, fight for the lives of others! Fight to the extreme! Fight yourself, others can't keep up, just kill others! You don't think that those who have nothing, not your fault, is Jurchen damn!"

"Thank you, Luo crazy." said Qu Qing. "Reassured, there is no fire in my heart. I know what I can do."

"Oh, today, I don’t see anyone who has less fire in my heart..."

The coldness faded, and the heat wave came again. Zhuo Yongqing leaned on the grave, bit his teeth, pinched his fist, and soon fell asleep in confusion. The next day, the rain continued to stretch, and everyone ate something, bid farewell to the grave, and then set off in the direction of Xuanjiatun.

It is also a heavy rain and a rugged road. However, on the battlefield, as long as there is still a breath, there is no place to complain and complain.

Except for the advance, there is no other way.

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