Feathered arrows are like wind, feathered arrows are like rain.

When hundreds of feather arrows come to the face, they are like needles shuttling through the air, fine and dense, and like the misty smoke and rain of spring in the south of the Yangtze River.

The spring rain in Jiangnan will bring a spreading mist, so that the whole taste of Jiangnan will wake up from the slumber of winter. That's a beautiful thing.

But hundreds of feather arrows can bring, only the misty blood mist that makes people can't open their eyes, handful after handful, like the red lotus blooming on the boundary of the northwest mountains.

The generals who led the Zhao army had seen such a picture many times, and with a wave of a horsewhip and a few short and powerful words in their mouths, dozens or hundreds of people could be killed. This kind of feeling will always make him faintly excited in addition to palpitations, and the feeling of trampling on life will make him get a touch that enriches his soul.

He was waiting, the whip had just fallen, and the feathered arrows had already been fired. The whip was still floating in mid-air, like a poisonous snake, winding and bloodthirsty.

He waited, waiting for the feathered arrow to pierce the enemy's body and bring out a puddle of blood. The feeling of blooming always made him look forward to it, so much so that even his soul trembled gently with it.

On the other hand, Zhao Mingde is still moving forward.

When hundreds of feathered arrows were fired, all he could hear was the sound of a thud. The sound is very good, just like the winter snow in my hometown, falling on the roof almost silently, but when it melts slightly, it falls to the ground.

It was a very small sound. It's very nice.

Children like to play games like this, where they gather in groups of three or five and shake a tree vigorously. The snow fell in a torrent, and it fell all over the body.

Then I remembered the sound of chirping laughter. The laughter was energetic, with the smell of the rising sun, clear, clean, perfect.

It was the laughter of children, the laughter of his children.

When the feather arrow is fired. It's also such a nice sound, which makes people feel familiar and gratifying.

A feeling that has been haunting me before. Once again, it shrouded Zhao Mingde's chest. A strange smell suddenly filled his nose, chest, and even his entire chest.

Zhao Mingde had never smelled this kind of smell, but he suddenly understood. That's what death tastes like.

Greeted by this smell. It's a feathered arrow.

Zhao Mingde could see that this feather arrow, like a needle, was facing his eyes.

And, in his field of vision, it became clearer and clearer.

Clarity means proximity, but also the arrival of death.

Zhao Mingde clearly felt that the smell that permeated his nose was clearer, and he heard his slow heartbeat. I know that the next moment, the beating will stop.

Shrouded in him. It is a faint fear, and ...... Peacefulness.

He took a deep breath and didn't close his eyes. He wanted to see how the arrow would pierce his body, how it would pierce his life.

The heroism of dying calmly will eventually appear in him, a little person.

However, the feathered arrows did not fly as he had hoped.

It's an unbelievable thing, and it's a hard thing to believe. Until many years later, when Zhao Mingde was already an old man in his last years, he lay at the head of the bed, telling his grandchildren about the events of the year over and over again.

At that time, the grandchildren had already heard calluses in their ears, and they felt quite bored.

But for Zhao Mingde, it was the real turning point of his life, and the distance between life and death was in that one foot, and it turned a huge turn.

At the same time, there was also the feather arrow that came straight to Zhao Mingde's door.

It really turned a corner, right in front of Zhao Mingde's eyes.

He didn't know what was going on, but the wind in his ears suddenly became loud, as if it was about to tear something, almost like all the men and horses were thrown out.

The wind is blowing from behind. Such a strong wind blew the horse's mane to the ground, so that the horse did not dare to step forward again, for fear that one hoof could not support it, and it would fall diagonally.

Zhao Mingde was almost blown to the horse's back by this wind, where is the wind, as if he was pushed from behind by a strong man, if he hadn't grabbed the reins tightly and hugged the horse's neck with both arms, he would have almost been overturned by this wind!

Not only him, but everyone on the spot was blown back and forth by this wind.

The horses neighed and stopped, looking a little flustered. Zhao Jun was the side fighting against the wind, and at this time, someone had already been blown to the ground, and the horses were blown back a few steps, and the formation was in chaos. Even those who stood behind and were least affected could not help but cover their faces with their arms, close their eyes tightly, and feel that their cheeks were blown by this evil wind.

Even people are like this, let alone light feathered arrows.

The hundred feather arrows that were still in mid-air just now were blocked by the wind at this time, and they changed their direction one after another, and none of them rushed forward again, but were blown to other places in all directions.

What's more, it was even blown back directly in front of the archers of the Zhao army. Fortunately, the wind was not so terrifying after all, and the archer looked at the cluster of arrows that were inserted in front of him and took a step out of the ground, except for a little fear, he did not suffer any real damage.

The Zhao army was in chaos, and the Jin army himself was in a trance.

The original swooping situation was broken, but it was precisely because those arrows were blown down by this evil wind that the entire Jin army of 100 people did not have any injured soldiers.

It is indeed an evil wind, and how can such a wind be something that arises naturally.

The wind lasted for a breath of time, and gradually subsided. Zhao Mingde wiped his face and calmed the horses under him, and then poured out his efforts to look up.

Just one look, Zhao Mingde was stunned.

The Zhao army on the opposite side was only more than thirty zhang away from him, and the boundary between the two armies was clear, forming an extraordinarily clear confrontation, just like the Chu River and Han realm in chess.

And in the Chu River Han Realm, which was supposed to be empty, a familiar figure stood there. This figure turned his back to Zhao Mingde, facing the direction of Zhao Jun, and his long hair was slightly fluttering in the embers of the wind, along with the master's clothes, which was quite a bit fluttering.

Zhao Mingde felt that this back was a little familiar, he hadn't seen a woman for a long time, so it looked a little petite and thin, he had only seen one recently.

It's not easy to mess with, but it's the one I've provoked.

As a result, Zhao Mingde's face was a little pale.

"You ......" was the centurion leading the team in front of him, and he naturally saw this familiar back, so he opened his mouth wide, his expression looked a little exaggerated, and his mouth looked like he had just stuffed a whole steamed bun.

"Hey." Xie Xiaoman turned around and beckoned to everyone, without any nervousness, and sure enough, he saw that the atmosphere on the field was completely destroyed.

The soldiers of the Jin Army, who originally had a heart to die, looked at the girl in front of them at this time, whether they knew her or didn't know her, and now they all had a lot of ripples in their minds.

Those heroic and heroic atmospheres were simply broken by a little girl?

"Who's coming?"

On Zhao Jun's side, the general realized something. He hit his horse and hid behind the archer, and asked with a pale face.

If you have a question, you must naturally answer it, otherwise wouldn't you be rude? So Xie Xiaoman turned around and smiled at Zhao Jun: "I'm just an ordinary monk." ”

Hearing the word monk, the general of the Zhao army naturally trembled.

Anyway, he is also a general at the level of a battalion commander, and he knows the abilities of the monks. There are similar characters in Zhao Jun, but this time, there are no such characters in his team.

Most of the time, the monks in the army were like Xue Zicheng, who followed the main general almost day and night, so as not to prevent the monks from other camps from coming to do assassinations and the like. It is very rare for a monk like Xie Xiaoman to appear in front of the formation, not to mention, the other party is only a team of 100 people, and there is actually a monk? It's hard to believe!

Therefore, while the generals of the Zhao army were slightly afraid, they were also a little puzzled.

"Dare to ask this fairy girl, are you from Yan Kingdom?"

The centurions of the Jin army suddenly became nervous, and in order not to attract the attention of the Zhao State, they kept using the banner of the Yan army. This Xie Xiaoman is now showing up for them, if he accidentally says that he is from the Jin Dynasty, things will be difficult......

"yes."

Fortunately, Xie Xiaoman answered easily and casually, and did not wet his shoes by the river in such small details.

When the general of the Zhao army heard this, his face turned a little pale: "Then you...... Are you ready to go against us? ”

Xie Xiaoman smiled slightly, stood with his hands in his hands, and really showed a bit of pride: "The Lu of eating the king, the matter of loyalty to the king, is naturally like this." ”

The general of the Zhao army stared at her face and said word by word: "Do you really have this confidence?" ”

Xie Xiaoman laughed: "Confident or not, just try it." ”

Her smile could almost be called "arrogant", so the face of the general of the Zhao army became even more ugly.

"Actually, I'm a peace-loving person." Xie Xiaoman looked at the thousand-strong army in front of him, his face was calm, "Actually, what you are chasing around today is just for the hundred lives behind me." Don't you think it's a little worthless? If your generals agree, you might as well stop the soldiers, and everyone go back to their own homes to find their own mothers, and simply understand today's events, and everyone has no casualties, isn't it good? ”

"Of course, if you don't want to......" Xie Xiaoman tilted his head and smiled, "I believe that these sergeants behind me have long been determined to die." If the dog is in a hurry, he has to jump off the wall, and if the person is in a hurry, he must kill a few more desperately. And...... If you don't mind, we can come a few more times when the wind is like that...... Guys, what do you think? (To be continued......)