The estuary is desolate.

This desolation is difficult to find its source, and how long it lasts, probably no one can say.

This land, millions of years ago, began to be mixed with the wetness of the river, little by little, absorbing the wetness into the soil, and gradually seeping out from a few miles away.

Life withers here, and it is indeed there, but it lacks the color it deserves, the pale yellow and gray tones, and the heat it deserves.

Even the sunshine here is difficult to swallow the vitality it deserves, and even in autumn, it is difficult to achieve that dazzling state.

Perhaps, it is because of such a place that the earth is particularly greedy for the existence of color.

So, when the first drop of blood fell, the whole estuary seemed to suddenly come alive, and a kind of vitality that had been quiet for many years began to explode.

The sound of the collision between the iron armor and the cold weapon is like the sudden explosion of firecrackers, with a festive excitement. The shouting and killing sound that burst out of people's mouths was like some kind of dissonant musical instrument, although it was hoarse and mocking, it was better than not having a silk bamboo orchestra.

If there is a depression of life, then the land is even more excited.

The blood and flesh fall heavily, maybe they will be taken back, or they may just be thrown away like garbage there, and eventually, they will become one with the land and become a rare nourishment for the estuary.

This nourishment will feed other things, fish and shrimp in the river, reeds on the wetland floor, and the occasional flock of cranes that congregate in the wetland. All of this, which is constituted, is the cycle of life.

A truly enlightened person does not value birth and death. Because they know what reincarnation is, what is change. Only life is accidental, and death is the truly inherent, stable, and continuous state.

But those who are truly enlightened will not easily seek death, because they understand that it is precisely because life is too accidental that they cherish it more and more. Just stay alive. All the senses are a gift from God, the sound of the wind in the ears, the feeling of starvation, the breath, the smell, the hairy touch of the reeds in the hands...... All of this is just the most precious thing given by the coincidence of heaven and earth.

These things. It should be grasped, it should be perceived by effort.

Therefore, for monks to attain enlightenment, meditation is their foundation, and prolonging their lives is their means.

So the monk spared his life even more. I don't want to die easily. It may only take millions of years to live and die. Where can it be simply abandoned.

Millions of years later, the materialized body has long been fragmented, and the elements that make up the body no longer carry any memories and messages, even if they have not changed.

At that time, even by chance, a whole new individual was formed. So who is there? At the very least, it's not "me" anymore.

I forget about things, that is the real master. Ordinary monks can do it. It's just that the word "I" is more profound and penetrating.

Cultivators fear death. Ordinary people are naturally more afraid of death. It's an instinct of life, but also a fear of the unknown.

No one knows what the other side of life is, and people call it "death" without really being able to say what it means.

Xie Xiaoman has seen ghosts before, they live in the yin world corresponding to the yang world, relying on the thoughts and memories of the people in the yang world to maintain the soul does not disperse.

But that is not a complete death, but only a kind of end to maintain survival, after all, there are deeper and more unknown places that await them.

The body is gone, the spirit is gone, and then what? It is a place where no one knows, where no consciousness exists, no one can tell, and no one will aspire to it.

Because in that kind of place, there is no yearning.

So the living will be afraid, afraid of death.

But human beings are a very interesting species, from ancient times to the present, there have always been many people who have died generously, putting many things above their own lives.

Sometimes, it's a promise. Sometimes, it's a family hatred and a national feud.

People will always die, and it may be understandable to choose to die earlier in order to be uncomfortable not to live in the future.

More often than not, people will not easily look for death, just like Zhao Mingde, although he feels the shadow of death hanging over his head, he does not have a simple self-determination. He still followed the march of the team, roaring and brandishing his long knife from time to time, fighting his way out.

They were running south, south of the Yangtze River.

The Yangtze River is roaring, and the water is passing in the east, which may be a good place to bury the bones of the faithful.

When the estuary enters the river, it makes a slight turn to the east, so that the terrain in the east is low under the erosion of thousands of years, and the west side forms a high ground instead.

The high ground is not very high, it is more like a small hill, and from a distance, it looks like a new tomb.

The centurion led the crowd to flee this way, and he looked at the mountain bag and smiled a little sadly.

It's really a new tomb, but it's big enough, and the location by the Yangtze River is also grand enough.

With the Yangtze River in front and the pursuers behind, the centurion told the horses to stop running, turned back, and looked at his men.

Everyone's face was not very good, because everyone realized something.

Behind them, there is the imposing Zhao army, with the word "Zhao" written in gorgeous script on a white background and red border on a gold embroidered banner.

The Zhao army did not immediately rush up to the mountain to launch an attack, and attacked the high ground with low terrain, which was a very unfavorable attack method. On the contrary, rushing high and low is like a rush of water, and the momentum of attack and defense is immediate.

These 100 Jin troops occupied a favorable position, but the gap with the enemy's numbers was too great, and they were bound to lose. Even if he really fought desperately, at most he could make Zhao Jun suffer heavy casualties, but he couldn't escape the final solution.

The centurion was responsible for a hundred lives of the Jin army, and it was impossible to give such an order.

Below, Zhao's army is readjusting its formation. The cavalry was guided to the rear of the line, and the infantry with spears and archers were lined up in front of the line.

It was a stalemate, and the best outcome was the surrender of the Jin army. Obediently become a captive.

"How many people are there in Zhao Jun below?" The centurion asked.

"It should be almost a thousand, it looks like the number of a battalion."

"If you rush down and fight, one life can at least be exchanged for two Zhao dogs." The centurion was silent. Suddenly, there was such a sentence.

His men did not reply.

After waiting for a long time, another chief said: "If it really doesn't work, I'll beat him!" ”

These words were gritted and very hard. Because he took hundreds of lives.

The Yangtze River is rolling behind him, with a momentum like a rainbow, as if roaring, and the atmosphere is majestic.

The centurion grinned. A little bleak: "Anyway, the task behind us is completed." A hundred people involved a thousand people, which is powerful enough! ”

Several of the chiefs also laughed twice. There is some taste of heroism.

"It's just a pity, if we really fight to the death, we will still fight under the banner of the Yan Army." Someone interjected.

No one answered.

"Zhao Jun drew his bow."

The centurion heard the words and went to see, sure enough. Zhao Jun's array has been rearranged. The archers at the front had already drawn their bows and aimed them at where they were.

"My lord, what should I do?"

Everyone looked at the centurion, and as long as he gave an order, whether it was dead or alive, they would follow.

The centurion glanced back at the Yangtze River flowing under his feet, and suddenly wanted to jump.

"Wave a white flag." The centurion commanded, and the crowd looked at him with strange eyes.

The Western Army can be killed or wounded. The word surrender has never been there.

So everyone is a little puzzled. Some are reluctant.

The centurion looked at their expressions, a little angry, and raised his hand to give the chief in front a violent shudder: "All the brains have been kicked by the donkey!" Wave a white flag, pretend to surrender, and save yourself from being shot into a hedgehog by an arrow! Do you understand the fraud? Well? Surrender! Let's take advantage of this moment to prepare a little, and then rush down to kill him by surprise and hack these good grandsons to death! ”

"The boss is really smart!"

Only then did the chiefs suddenly realize, no longer delayed, and hurriedly took off a lined underwear from whom, picked it with a long knife, and held it in the air and shook it towards Zhao Jun.

Sure enough, the archers were no longer eyeing each other, and the generals of the Zhao army gave the order and withdrew their bows and arrows, but still maintained a vigilant posture.

That's already good.

The centurion looked at Zhao Jun's movement and chuckled: "Not at this time, but when!" ”

The commanders were already ready, and at this time they all returned to their ranks, and the general gave orders.

"Kill one to get back to the basics, kill two to earn one! Brothers, rush! ”

In the roar, the hundred horsemen of the Jin army suddenly formed a downward wedge, and with the momentum of thunder, rushed and roared towards the Zhao army below the mountain bag.

"Look for death!"

The general of the Zhao army sneered, raised the horsewhip in his hand fiercely, and ordered: "Archer!" Draw the bow! Shoot me hard! ”

The configuration of the army of Zhao State, with archers alone, already has a hundred people.

Archers are the nemesis of cavalry, not to mention at such distances.

If there was iron armor, it might be a different situation. In this day and age, iron knives are already very valuable, in addition to high-ranking generals, how many people can wear iron armor?

Even the centurion of the Jin army only had a layer of cowhide soft armor on his body, and he was covered with finely crafted rattan armor. As for the other ordinary soldiers, they didn't even have that layer of cowhide armor.

But they still didn't stop, just like Zhao Mingde, he stared closely at the archers facing him in front of him, and looked at the comrades on both sides who were galloping, and a force swept out from the depths of his body, like the Yangtze River rushing down, unhindered, almost bursting out from the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

His eyes were bloodshot, the color of excitement, the color of fearlessness.

The muscles of his whole body were relaxed, but he was able to tense up in the next moment, exuding the greatest strength.

The blood in his body was rushing, his breathing was slowing, his mind was focused.

The arrow, already off the string, was too fast for him to see.

However, as long as this arrow can't kill himself, he will rush to Zhao Jun and take a few lives ruthlessly! (To be continued......)