"Enemy attack!"

Hearing the sound of falling water, the comrade who was walking in front of the horse suddenly turned around, but all he saw was a war horse standing alone by the river, and the ripples on the surface of the water.

The years of experience have already formed a vigilant characteristic, looking at the faint pink in the water, they immediately sensed something, roared, and pulled out the saber at their waist.

It's just that it's too late, and the feather arrows aimed at his neck fly out in an instant, but in just a moment, they have already pierced the scout's neck, and the blood in the strands pulsates out with the frequency of his heartbeat.

Enemy Attack ......

He shouted the same word again, but all he heard was the gurgling of water.

The sound of water was not because he was drinking water to quench his thirst, but because the blood was gushing.

The sight became blurry, and the scout fell from his horse crookedly, his shoulders slammed against the squishy ground, his eyes staring vacantly at the gray sky, and soon losing all his vitality.

"Enemy attack!"

The leader of this group of scouts walked in the center of the group, and the team of ten people died two in an instant, and several other arrows were flying sparsely.

"Enemy attack!"

Shi Chang roared, and this time, he roared with all his strength at the man at the front of the line.

From the first day he came out as a scout, he knew that this was the easiest place for death in the whole army, and he had been waiting for death for a long time.

Faced with the current situation, he did not expect to live, but he was not prepared to slam his chest into the enemy's knife.

Because he is a scout, the fate of a scout. It is to become the eyes of the army, like a falcon, to probe everything around them.

They can't die easily. You can't fight easily, you can only run away.

The faster you run, the better, and the more you run, the better. This may not be heroic enough, nor majestic enough, but it is an indispensable part of the entire army.

Scouts never have a good reputation, and they won't be the ones who are brilliant in battle, and they won't be the ones who run thousands of miles. Their lives are only about finding and fleeing. It looks like a coward, but it bears the heaviest chance of death.

Shi Chang looked at the young man at the front of the line, it was the kid who joined the army for the first time. But at the age of fifteen, a man who was not yet the height of a gun, he sat on horseback and looked back at the blood spilled. It was already pale like paper.

"Enemy! Raid! ”

The chief roared again. This time it's because of anger.

Those farthest away have the best chance of escaping, and only by escaping here can the news of the enemy attack be brought to the large army.

Shi Chang was roaring angrily, angry, because the young man was stunned, shocked by the scene in front of him, and did not move.

To not move is to die. Death may be nothing, but theirs is dead. The consequences that will be brought about cannot even be borne by the word death.

It is necessary to pass the news of the encounter with the enemy to the battalion commander. Otherwise, once the army is attacked from behind, the number of deaths will only increase.

This is something that is absolutely not allowed as a scout.

The boy finally remembered something in the repeated roars, and his face was pale, and his eyes looked at him in fear, and he was extremely flustered.

But at last he caught the horse's belly between his legs, and the horse galloped out in a neighing voice, throwing everything far behind him.

The arrows chased after the boy's figure, but in the end they were scattered.

A hint of joy rose in Shi Chang's heart, and he didn't delay any longer, he took out his waist knife and slapped it fiercely on the horse's buttocks, and flew out.

Just two steps away, Shi Chang felt a slight staggering under him, and a mournful cry buried in the bottom of the horse's throat came into his ears, and then his upper body leaned forward sharply, and the wet earth entered his eyes.

The war horse was hit by an arrow, and Shi Chang rushed forward, and a carp straightened up and stood up again.

He looked ahead, three war horses had already rushed out, and the young man's war horse had rushed out more than ten steps away, fleeing far away.

Of the other two, there was no one on it, and a rider, who had been shot in the waist and abdomen, and on the road he was running forward, there was a slick of blood, like a flower blooming in a wetland.

They were all running forward, and no one looked back.

Even the teenager didn't look back.

That's good.

Shi Chang laughed.

He swung his long knife and smiled wildly, and for the first time in his life, he slashed at the enemy.

This is the fate of scouts, and wielding a sword is death.

The chief is meeting his fate.

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……

"The wind is blowing......"

Xie Xiaoman was still standing in place, and a faint smell of blood came from the wind, which clearly entered her nose.

The taste of blood is slightly sweet and slightly fishy, with a hint of breath in the air, "refreshing".

Xie Xiaoman turned his head and looked at the army that had gradually walked away, and gradually felt a slight vibration under his feet.

This vibration did not have much rhythm, like a roar from afar, only slightly, not violently, but like a drum, with the breath of life in the distance.

It was a kind of vibration that could completely arouse a person's blood, majestic and almost arrogant, like a hurricane that swept the heavens and the earth, and like a rampant killing one person in ten steps.

Even if it was the first time he felt it, Xie Xiaoman could guess the source of this shock.

This is the march of the army, most likely the rush of cavalry. The rhythm they brought was like the pulse of the earth, and again and again, again and again, like a drum, set the blood of those who felt this vibration on fire in an instant, and the blood of those who heard it burned.

It is a throbbing of life, a pulse with the shadow of death, but it is precisely because of the shroud of death that it seems more dangerous and attractive.

This feeling can be transmitted into her body, but it cannot be transmitted to the feelings of the soldiers in the distance.

Xie Xiaoman raised her head, she knew that there were hundreds of scouts over there who were throwing blood, but so far, none of the scouts had broken through the killing circle and passed the news of the enemy attack to Huo Qi.

Woe to the Xiao Wall, this Xiao Wall, sure enough, is behind him.

Xie Xiaoman thought about it and felt that even if he went to Huo Qi to lobby at this time, he might not be able to gain the trust of the other party. Rather than that, she might as well move on.

It's an interesting move to move on. So much so that Xie Xiaoman rarely felt a trace of nervousness, accompanied by a trace of excitement.

This is her real close contact with the war, and the bloody air in the air is getting thicker and mellower, and the slightest hunting is coming with the wind.

The northwest wind was blowing from the direction of blood, and faintly, Xie Xiaoman could even hear the neighing of horses and the roars of people.

She no longer hesitated and ran forward.

The right hand sends out a wind charm, resisting the wind forward, the pace is not big, but it is fluttering like a charm, and the sweep is like the wind.

Gray hues surged all around him, and the fog grew thicker. Xie Xiaoman knew that the reason for this thickness was not because of the change in the weather, but simply because of the taste of blood.

The reeds still swayed softly in the wind, without making a sound.

They are the simplest creatures in the world, and no matter what happens around them, they just watch quietly, staring, listening, and occasionally swaying their bodies in the wind, but they still have no subjective attitude.

Loved ones are watching when they hold the boat. When the gentlemen sang about the trees, they watched. In front of the soldiers, the heroes are withered, they are watching. The beauty is picturesque, the duckweed is fluttering, and they are also watching.

They are always calm, they don't rejoice or weep like people, they just watch everything with cold eyes, but they grow more and more luxuriant in the dripping of human blood and the corruption of corpses.

If you sniff it carefully, there is also a smell of blood in the swaying reeds.

The sound of horses' hooves and a drop of blood dripped onto a reed.

The reed happily absorbed the nutrients from the blood, and shook its body almost excitedly, or maybe it was just because the horse had touched its body as it passed by.

Beside him there were reeds trampled by the horses' hooves, so that their loins were bent down and trampled into the muddy, water-strewn earth, and they could no longer straighten their waists.

So the blood-stained reed was even more pleased, in addition to the nutrients of the blood, it could also absorb the decaying body of its companions. All this will make it live a better life.

The autumn wind blows, ravaging the reeds.

A wave-like sound resounded in all directions, like the singing of reeds.

The young man, who had just stepped over the reeds, was now covering the wound on his left arm, gritting his teeth and looking ahead.

The reed, which had just received the nourishment of blood, was visibly aware of the shaking of the earth, and before it could understand what was going on, one horse after another flew around it.

The earth was rumbling, and the murderous aura almost broke through the original haze of the estuary, rendering the heavens and the earth into an iron-blooded black and red.

The reed quietly watched and felt all this. It saw that the iron rider in front of it was getting more and more dense, and the whistling of the people above it was getting thicker and thicker, so a bad premonition enveloped its whole body.

Finally, a horse's hoof trampled on the reed's body fiercely, and with a crisp sound, it was covered by the majestic killing rush.

In this way, it also became a puddle of fertilizer for the growth of other reeds......

The sound of horses' hooves trampled on life like this.

The young man at the front had a blue face, but his eyes revealed a bit of fortitude.

The bleeding made him feel slightly dizzy, the picture in front of him often swayed, and the jolting of the horse made his wounds often painful.

But the boy did not give up, and if he stopped, he would face death.

He can't die yet.

The boy was only fifteen years old, but he remembered the words.

We are not afraid of death, we simply need to leave it.

Because he's a scout, he needs to live.

No matter how embarrassed they are, no matter how they don't want to flee with dignity, they still need to live.

Only by being alive can the enemy's military intelligence be reported to the army!

Enemy attack!

Shi Chang's roar before he died was still in his ears, and the young man's blood was burning.

He didn't look back.

Behind him, someone bent his bow and arrow, and the arrow pointed at the young man's back.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the reeds are rippling. (To be continued......)