Bai Feng pulled out 30,000 people from the southwest camp. When passing through the Great Boundary Mountain, a group of people and horses joined in, and there were constantly volunteers joining the army along the way, and now Bai Feng actually had nearly 50,000 people under his hands.

Of these 50,000 people, the infantry accounted for ninety percent, and the armaments and equipment were very ordinary, except for the swords, guns, swords, halberds, and necessary food and grass that they carried, there were only five chariots, one artillery, and hundreds of horses, and there was no more advanced equipment.

On the opposite side, the Moro advance cavalry formation has the most cutting-edge armaments of the Moro army, with horses, cavalry, and bayonets, followed by an iron-walled shield array, and then behind it is the infantry with guns and knives.

There is a clear disparity between the forces of the two sides, and the gap is too great.

Wednesday looked on tiptoe and stuck out his tongue: "My good girl, how can this battle be fought? Can it be won?"

Hei Xiaobai behind him coughed, "Do you remember those battle tricks during training? ”

Huh? Wednesday looked back at Hei Xiaobai, this dead Xiaobai, looking at a stuffy jar, actually knows the truth of running away if you can't beat it, this is to be heard by others, you can't eat and walk around!

But Wednesday's heart is warm, and those who can talk to you about this are good brothers. No one else cares if you live or die.

From afar, you can see Bai Feng taking the lead, what is the queue here talking about with the Moro army, it may be the words that must be said before the two armies start fighting, what "Dongliang Xiaoer, come quickly!" "Moro thief, quickly suffer death!"

Wednesday tightened the loose belt of his trousers, and looked at the military uniform on his body through the night, and sighed quietly: "It's going to be a war so soon, I haven't had a chance to give my old lady a look in this military uniform, what her old man is looking forward to most in this life is that one day I can wear a warm and warm clothes and have a full meal, hey, I'm full and warm now, but I just don't have the opportunity to call her old man to see her son enjoying happiness today!"

"Boom-knock-knock-" A loud sound came from ahead.

Interrupted Wednesday's self-talk.

"Kill—"

The overwhelming shouts of killing rose to the sky.

"Don't panic - don't mess around - according to the training camp, advance in an orderly manner-"

"The broadsword team goes to the left—the pikes go to the right—"

The commander's voice rang out in the shadow of the sword.

Wednesday was dazed and felt that he was moving forward, and after a while, he ran again, then changed direction, ran dozens of steps, and was ordered to lie down and stand by.

During this process, Wednesday turned back from time to time to see if Hei Xiaobai was keeping up, but fortunately, Hei Xiaobai was always there, and a big wooden box behind him was always on his back.

"The horse team is coming—" I don't know who was shouting.

"The cavalry of the Moro thieves is too powerful, we are no match at all!"

Wednesday's mind rumbled, and sure enough, the figures on horses in front of him were rising and falling in the dark, the big knives were shining, and the figures fell down in the darkness one by one, and the sound of cooing and cooing, it was the sound of someone falling, and the dust was flying one by one.

In an instant, the smell of blood filled the valley floor.

Wednesday felt like a grain tree in a windy field, and his body was carried by the crowd, running east at one time, scurrying west at one time, advancing and retreating again. It's a strange feeling, as if everyone has fallen into evil spirits, and they can't help but sway in the wind.

He clutched a spear tightly in both hands, and he only hoped that he could stand his ground in the hectic wind of the wind.

He saw a Moro soldier who was slashed in the shoulder with a knife and fell off his horse, he stood stupidly and watched, and said in his heart that he was already injured, could he not kill him, but he didn't expect the Moro soldier to get up and suddenly raised the knife, and with a whoop, the Moro knife fell on Wednesday's arm.

A sharp pain in the heart.

Wednesday scolded his mother in his heart, withdrew his left arm, withdrew the spear in his right hand, and pricked it out again, this shot was pierced accurately, poof, the head of the gun did not enter, and the body of the Moro soldier was so unpierced?

Wednesday felt incredible, looked down, his marksmanship was accurate, pierced the opponent's chest, very strong, and the body of the Moro soldier was almost pierced.

His heart trembled, he grabbed the handle of the gun with both hands, and pulled it out with his eyes closed.

A rush of blood suddenly hit his face.

The smell was so fishy that he almost fainted.

It turns out that hot human blood is so disgusting.

I killed someone!

He was dumbfounded, looking at the Moro soldiers who fell down and twitched, "I didn't mean to, I didn't want to kill you, you were the ones who wanted to kill me first-"

Before he finished speaking, the back of his neck was cold, and it seemed that a very thin thing had wiped his neck.

"Xiaobai, let's go-" Wednesday suddenly remembered that it was Hei Xiaobai behind him, since he was recruited, what about Xiaobai, I hope Xiaobai can be spared.

"I'm fine—" Black and White voiced.

There was a burst of excitement on Wednesday, and it was good to die Xiaobai.

But he really couldn't do it himself, he turned his head slowly, there was actually a moon tonight, and the moonlight was very light, like boiled water scooped in a coarse porcelain bowl. Wednesday saw that the big knife that had attacked him had fallen to the ground, and a Moro soldier's brain was running sideways, and his body slid limply down.

Behind him, Hei Xiaobai was holding his wooden box, and he used the wooden box to smash the Moro soldiers who attacked Wednesday.

"Are you alright?" asked Hei Xiaobai.

On Wednesday, I felt like the hot liquid in my neck had poured down, like a big river of flooding.

"I'm fine. Wednesday smiled, "Dead Xiaobai, you must take care of yourself - if you can go back alive, you must go to Zhoujiazhuang to help me see my mother, tell her that her son is now well fed and warmly dressed, and the top also said that he will pay silver, and when I get the silver, I will go back to see her old - people - family - "

Wednesday slowly slipped and died.

Hei Xiaobai reached out and touched the huge knife edge in Wednesday's neck, and suddenly took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured the grinding powder in the bottle onto the knife edge, and muttered in his mouth: "You hold on-I am a white jade hemostatic ointment, which can stop pain and heal bleeding, you can't die-"

"Uh-" Wednesday took one last breath out of his mouth, dead.

Hei Xiaobai hugged him tightly, blood gushing out, soaking through his clothes.

The blood started to get hot, and slowly it cooled down.

The sound of fighting is still ringing in my ears.

This is war.

Hand-to-hand combat in the age of cold weapons.

Hei Xiaobai wiped a handful of tears, stood up, and looked at the upright Wednesday, a big living person, who had been making all kinds of innocuous jokes with himself, and it was gone in a blink of an eye.

"You died Wednesday, you didn't tell me where your home is, there are countless Zhoujiazhuang in this world, you told me to go there to find your mother?"

"Goo-" Another body fell beside him.

"It hurts—it hurts—my leg, it's broken—"

"My eyes—"

"Kill me with a knife, it hurts—"

The sound of fighting has been ringing all the time.

But Hei Xiaobai has been standing stunned, and what is ringing in his ears is not only the shouts of both sides, but also the moans of pain.

He suddenly made up his mind, selected a wounded man to pounce, quickly tore open his shirt, revealing the wound, and the bottles and cans in his wooden box came in handy, and he neatly debrided and bandaged, and then ordered the people behind him to carry it down.

After dealing with one wounded, another is already waiting.

Before he knew it, there were many people carrying half-dead people to him, and he was soon surrounded by people who had been slashed and slain with arms and legs, and high and low howls surrounded him.

That's fine, somebody has to do something.

If he wants to kill the living people with his own hands, he can't do it, he only kills one person, and he only did it to save Wednesday.

"Black and white, come on, there's a live one here!"

"Hei Xiaobai, can you take a look at this and save it?"

"Black and White ......"

The voice of shouting black and white flew on the battlefield at the mouth of the Jieshan River Valley.

Hei Xiaobai was running busily, saving one after another, how many, he didn't remember at all.

When the war ended, he didn't even notice, and when a young man with his head was opened, he closed his eyes and said "all the way well" in his heart, and Hei Xiaobai heard the horn of victory.

At this moment, the sound of the trumpet was cheerful and light, flying on the land of the valley before dawn.

"We won—we drove the Moro thieves—"

"We have repelled the excellent cavalry of the Moro Advance Formation!"

"Bai Shuai has a good command, we win more with less!"

"Oh-oh-"

……

Cheers of victory mingled.

Hei Xiaobai slowly straightened up his almost tired waist, looked at the large clouds with white fish bellies spreading in the east, and muttered in his mouth: "Sure enough, Bai Shuai, such a battle can be won, I really can't accept you - it's just that this casualty is still quite heavy." ”

The dead keep their mouths shut forever, and the living are still struggling on the line of life and death.

Hei Xiaobai took a slight breath, and suddenly waved his hand and shouted: "Quick, carry all the wounded into the tent, we have to deal with it properly, bone-grafting-medicine-bandaging-"

There were really people who listened to his command, and many people lifted the wounded who were not dead on the ground, struggling, struggling and screaming, and ran to the big tent one after another.

Hei Xiaobai spread his legs and ran ahead, he commanded people to vacate the open space, lit the brazier, opened the box, and prepared for treatment.