Li Tong took care of himself and stripped naked and jumped into the rake lake, the lake water was cold in the morning light, he scrubbed hard, freshened up inside and out, and suddenly felt unusually comfortable, and the clothes inside and out were also washed clean and hung on the beach. Li Tong climbed ashore, dragged Mo Bode to the water's edge, frowned and said, "Old Mo, you guy is so stinky, I want to vomit." ”

The sun pierces the darkness, sprinkling light and heat, in the quiet depths of the desert, the washed Li Tong stands in the deep lake water, Mo Bode is naked and lying on his back by the lake, Li Tong is seriously washing his hair, he found that the cleaned Mo Bode is actually very attractive, and the age is not very big, I found out that this guy is not yet twenty years old this year, three years older than himself, this guy has a beard, the two of them stand together, at first glance it seems to be a generation behind.

"Thank you! Li Tong, I owe you two lives. Mobold snapped into words.

Li Tong stopped what he was doing, stared into his eyes and said seriously: "Old Mo, you remember, if you treat me as a brother, don't say anything about it in the future." ”

"Okay! Anyway, I sold you this life, and I will follow you in the future. What are you going to do? Back to the Han Army? Mobold asked.

Li Tong thought for a while and said, "I haven't thought about it yet, to be honest, I don't want to go back to the Han Army now, I want to go around alone." You don't know, I'm the most unrestrained of all. In the more than half a year since I became a prisoner, I haven't had a good life, I don't have too many ideas, I just want to live for myself. I'm going to move on, let's go to Iwulu first, take one step at a time, and tell you the truth, I want to lay down a piece of my own world in the Western Regions and live the life I want to live. Do you want to follow me? ”

"Hehe", Mobold smiled, shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "Of course, I have no problem, anyway, I am your servant now, and I will go wherever the master goes." Anyway, I don't have anything to worry about on the Huns. By the way, I see that your martial arts are strong, and you are literate and hyphenated. It must have come from an extraordinary background. ”

Li Tong's expression was gloomy, and he said leisurely: "The ancestor is from the Li family in Longxi, and my ancestor is the flying general Li Guang, hehe, but my ancestor Li Guang is more unlucky, and he has not been a marquis after a lifetime of fighting." My great-grandfather Li Dang was also unlucky, and was killed by Huo Quai, although Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty compensated the Li family, but this did not help. My grandfather had no status because he was a concubine born to a slave. After Li Kang's death, my grandfather was expelled from the house and began to practice medicine for a living. Before the accident, my family was just a flat-headed ordinary person in Dahan. ”

"Descendants of General Fei, no wonder you are so powerful, I said how can a small soldier of the Han army be so powerful." Mo Bode's eyes widened after hearing this, and he said with some excitement: "Sure enough, he was born into a famous family, don't you know, Brother Li is still a member of King Jiankun's clan." ”

"King Jiankun?" Li Tong was a little confused, and suddenly remembered again, "Oh, you're talking about Li Ling, he's dead." ”

Mo Bode nodded and said, "Yes, General Li Ling is indeed long gone, he married the princess of the Xiongnu and became the king of Jiankun, and his descendants are still there." King Huyan once invited the current King of Jiankun to attack the Han Dynasty repeatedly, but Li Ling, the King of Jiankun, left a family motto: Jiankun will never be an enemy of the Han Dynasty. That's it. ”

Li Tong nodded, sighed, and did not continue the topic just now.

After the two of them washed and lay in the shade of the poplar tree, the clouds opened and the sun rose, and the warm light shone on the two of them. War horses graze with their tails flicking on the wetlands by the lake. Li Tong looked up and saw an eagle flying into the sky, and when he looked down, he saw an ant crawling over the small sand pile by the lake.

At noon, Li Tong scooped up the fish basket from the lake. A few fish were jumping in it, and he shook the basket at Mobod and smiled triumphantly. The clothes dried after a while, so the two of them changed into clean clothes and ordered poplar branches to grill fish to eat. Li Tong took the largest fish, broke off the fish's head and threw it away, and gnawed on the meat on the fish's belly. Maybe he was very hungry, Mo Bode ate very sweetly, he finished his share, and picked up a few fish heads thrown away by Li Tong and ate them.

After eating the fish, Li Tong got up and cut the lemongrass grass, chopped it into a wooden bowl, used the hilt of his sword to make a paste, first applied the soles of his feet full of blood blisters, then applied some wounds on Mobod's left leg, picked some houttuynia cordata, and cooked it with Diao Dou for Mobod to drink.

The day passed slowly, and the two of them finally took a break from their vitality. At the end of the long day, Li Tong made a mat out of reeds and spread it under Mobode. In the evening Mobod started a fever. Li Tong knew very well in his heart that the inflammation of this guy's wound caused complications, but he couldn't do anything about it, although Li Tong had excellent medical skills, he couldn't find the right medicinal materials here, even the most common dandelion. can only let this guy carry it with his body, carry it and carry it, and if he can't carry it, he can only wait for death.

In the desert night wind, Li Tong wrapped Mobode tightly with a reed mat and lit a bonfire. When the time came, Mobod awoke from his slumber, curled up in the reed mat and stumbling cold, but his body was very hot. Li Tong pointed to his left leg and said to him, "Old Mo, you have to cut off this rotten meat." Otherwise, the injury won't heal. Mobod nodded with a pale face.

Li Tong drew his sword out of its sheath and said, "I'm not sure, I can't find the right medicine here." The wound is even bigger after cutting this rotten flesh, it's hard to say if it's good or not, you can't help but bleed again......"

"Don't say it, life and death are fate." Mo Bode interrupted Li Tong's words, "You can do it, it's a death to drag it out like this." ”

Li Tong put the sword in the fire and roasted it, and said helplessly: "Later, I will pound more lemongrass paste, cut off the rotten meat and put it on, I don't know if it will work." Brother, you must hold on! ”

Mobod looked at the sword in the fire and said to himself: "I used to think that I should die on the battlefield......

"Shut up! What's the point of dying in the sand? Li Tong interrupted him impatiently and comforted, "Old Mo, in addition to fighting, there are many ways to live in this world. You haven't seen my skills, let me tell you, as long as I can call the shots, I will let you live a good life that you can't even think of. Don't believe it, you Huns won't live! Guarding such a fertile prairie, you can only rely on the sky for food, and if you suffer a disaster, you will rob it, to put it bluntly, you are a gang of horse bandits, if I have such a good place in my hands, I will build a comprehensive pasture, and animal husbandry and comprehensive breeding will develop together......"

Mo Bode smiled and listened to Li Tong's boasting, only thinking that this guy was talking very interesting today. Li Tong chattered in his mouth, but he didn't stop pounding the medicine in his hand. After Li Tong was ready, Mo Bode lifted the reed mat wrapped around his body, took a piece of poplar branch by the bonfire, bit it tightly in his mouth, and nodded at Li Tong.

Li Tong stepped forward to untie the bandage, revealing a blackened wound. He took out the sword from the fire, first slowly lifted the whole piece of meat that had been bitten and pulled by the wolf, and the wound that had been hastily coagulated together was torn open again, and the pus and blood gushed out inside, and Mobold stared at the wound without a moan in the whole process. Li Tongti slipped up the whole piece of necrotic meat, aimed the blade at the only small piece of tendon connected to the root, and slashed it, causing a green smoke to rise, and the rotten meat left his body. He threw away his sword, washed it several times with the salted water he had prepared in the bucket, and then took the wooden bowl and applied the lemongrass paste he had pounded beforehand to the wound where the blood gushed out.

Li Tong's cleaning and dressing process took a long time, and Mo Bode's eyes were so painful that his eyes were split, and his whole body was soaked with cold sweat, but he spit out the poplar branch in his mouth fiercely, and he couldn't make a sound. Li Tong couldn't help but shudder when he looked at the large piece of rotten meat on the ground, looking at the terrible wound was really a little disgusting, and said with an excuse: "I'll go and see the fish basket, if you don't faint, you have to continue to boil, and drink some fish soup to replenish your strength later." ”

In the middle of the night, Mobod began to vomit and diarrhea, and Li Tong got up and fed him the water boiled by Houttuynia cordata several times, and found that his whole body was hot and he was suffering from a high fever. Li Tong was very worried that this guy would not survive, especially that he would turn into sepsis, but at this moment he was helpless, so he could only wet the burlap to cool him physically.

After nine deaths in the desert, Mobod always felt thirsty, and even though he had drunk a stomach full of water, he still kept wanting to drink water. By the end of the day, he lost consciousness and was wrapped in a reed mat and lost his continence. Li Tong has used all the methods that he can use under the existing conditions, and now he can only resign himself to fate. This night, he found a lot of dead branches of Huyang trees, and added a bonfire beside him to keep warm, and then sat quietly next to him, looking up at the starry sky in a daze, sleepless all night.

The night is boundless, and the wind is roaring.

On the eighth day, Mo Bode, the former first warrior under the command of King Nanhuyan and the famous condor archer on the grassland, had become withered like a ghost, and he was dying! Incontinence, the smell of urine all over the body. Li Tong also looked haggard, he kept watch all night, this guy's condition still did not improve, which made him angry and a little sad. He was so lonely in this world that he didn't want to lose his friends! Even if this guy Mobod is a Hun.

The scorching sun baked this small oasis, Li Tong lifted the reed mat, covered his nose and stripped off Mobod's old sheepskin robe and underwear, he used a bowl to bring water, scolded Mobod to scrub clean, and cut the lemongrass grass and mashed it into a paste to change the medicine for Mobod. After doing this, Li Tong went to catch fish in the lake, leaving Mobod naked and scarred lying on his back in the sun.

When Mobod woke up at noon, the sun was shining so brightly that he couldn't open his eyes, he stretched out his hand to block the sun, turned his head to look, and saw Li Tong standing in the shallows not far away to clean up the fish basket. The lake was sparkling under the sun, and Mo Bode stared at the 10,000-point golden scales in the waves, and asked in a trance: "Grandma, is this Longyou?" Our hometown is so beautiful......" He had a baby-like expression on his face, and he was alone there talking to himself, as if he had returned to his childhood.

At this moment, Li Tong picked up a basket of fish from the water and climbed ashore, "Old Mo, you have a mouth!" I caught a big fish. Mo Bode sat up with difficulty with his bare buttocks, nodded blankly, and was stunned for a while, Li Tong was surprised to hear him sing the poem "Xiao Ya" in fluent Chinese:

Summers in April and summers in June. Ancestor bandits, Junin forbearance?

Autumn is bleak, and flowers are blooming. Is it chaotic and detached, but what is the right place to go?

The winter eyes are fierce, and the wind is blowing. The people are not bad, I am the only one!

There are Jiahui in the mountains, Hou Li and Hou Mei. Waste is a thief, I don't know what it is!

The spring water is clear and turbid. I'm causing trouble every day, and I'm in the valley of clouds?

The surging Jianghan, the era of the southern country. Do your best, rather I have it?

Bandit Quail Kite, Han Fei Day! Bandits and bandits, absconding into the abyss!

There are ferns in the mountains, and there are berries in the mountains. The gentleman sings and mourns.

……

Mobode's tone was bleak, and he sang "Xiaoya" over and over again, but he sang this minor key out of the desert, and also sang a little helplessly.

Li Tong felt the same way, he stood in the water with the fish basket in his arms, crying silently.

Day 9. At noon, Li Tong added poplar branches and lay on the ground to blow the fire, put the fish on the fire and roasted it, the aroma of the meat gradually rose, and he said emotionally: "Old Mo! You're fucking scaring me to death. Last night I thought you couldn't get by, and if you can survive, God is good to you, and we have to live well for ourselves in the future. Don't open your eyes and think about those fights and killings, God will be unhappy to die so many people. ”

Green smoke curling, Li Tong took out the freshly roasted big fish with poplar branches from the fire and handed it to Mo Bode, who also broke off the fish head this time and threw it away, gnawed on the tender fish maw, pondered for a long time, looked at the fire with eyes full of, and said excitedly, "Master of the family, the idea I just said is true, the Western Regions are so big, with the ability of the two of us, we can gather some wild people, and we can also lay down a piece of our own territory." One day in the future, the Li family in Longxi will regret it, and will personally send someone to invite you back to the clan. ”

"Old Mo, I never planned to return to the Li clan in Longxi. I am me, the Li family is the Li family, and I don't want to have anything to do with them. Hey, when did you start calling me the head of the house and calling yourself a retainer? I didn't agree. You and I are brothers, brothers in life and death. Li Tong picked up the fish head as he spoke, squinted at Mobode, blew off the sand on it and ate the fish head.

"Hehe, of course. The name has already been decided. In my heart, you are the head of my Mobode family, and as a retainer, it is our mission to make the Li clan in the Western Regions stronger. Without a goal, I can't hold on! ”

Mo Bode ate a few more bites of fish, and finally lay down slowly due to physical exhaustion, Li Tong touched his forehead, sighed, Mo Bode burned his lips and tongue, and his face was red.

Li Tong is very strange, this guy doesn't know what is crazy, after he sobered up this time, he began to regard himself as a retainer and plan for Li Tong's future. He wants to use his life to help Li Tong create a Li family in the Western Regions. It is not surprising that Mobode has such an idea, in this era, whether it is the Han or the Xiongnu, in fact, there have been signs of a gate valve family, but the form of expression is different.

Day 10. Mobod fell into a coma again, burned more and more, and began to talk nonsense in the Xiongnu language, which Li Tong could not understand. In the afternoon, Li Tong fed him a fish and drank some water. After another three days, the wound on Mobod's leg was gradually plucked out by the lemongrass and the sun. He no longer talks nonsense, just sleeps.

Li Tong took the trouble to clean the wound every morning, squeezing out lemongrass juice with lemon fragrance and pouring it on Mobod's wound that had not yet scabbed. By the thirteenth day, Mobod's fever began to subside, and his legs, which had been swollen, began to swell, and the black purple on his legs began to fade. In the morning, when Li Tong changed the dressing for Mobode, he found that the wound had begun to scab over in some places. He poked the scab on his leg and was pleasantly surprised to find that the hard flesh underneath was not soft pus. That's when he breathed a sigh of relief, shit! Finally got this guy back. At this moment, he was full of emotion: Why is it so difficult to accept a little brother by himself?

Li Tong fished every day, cut lemongrass and pounded it to change the medicine for Mobode, and jumped into the lake to swim when he had nothing to do. The world is long, the wind of the sea is singing, the sun is setting over the long river, and the sky is quiet.

A palm-sized scab gradually formed on the bare-bottomed Mobod's legs, and although his body was weak, his face was much better. When he was able to move, he put on his undergarment, and he didn't put on the stinking old sheepskin anymore. Li Tong's war horse is no longer afraid of people, and after getting familiar with the environment, he roams freely in this small oasis.

Li Tong believes that this period is the happiest time since he came to this world. For this reason, he enjoys the comfort of the present very much, and even wants to stay here on a whim. Of course, this is not possible, there are no conditions for long-term survival here. If it weren't for that, he would be a little reluctant to take this place.

The two of them looked back at the Rake Lake that was gradually moving away, and they were both reluctant. But now it's time to get out of here, because they're out of food and can only keep going.

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The disappearance of Li Tong and Mobode, two minor figures, did not affect the war between Han and Hungary. Between the two low slopes is a large open field with a slight subsidence. On the open field is surrounded by rolling hills of various sizes and weeds and shrubs.

Standing on any hill, you can see the whole open field. In the open field, there are no trees, only grass. It's just that the grass has been eaten up by the cows and sheep, and without the grass, there are no cattle and sheep. There are also fields of crops in the open field, and the crops have long been harvested, and there is not a single farmer in sight, which is full of a somewhat desolate tranquility. The whole open field, as if it had been cleaned and leveled, turned into a big stage, waiting for this big drama to be staged. Indeed, there is a big drama to be staged, and the name of this big drama is called the Han-Hungarian War. This big play has been rehearsed for a long time, and it is finally time for the opening.

On the hills to the east and the hills to the west, all the actors and choreographers are ready. On the hills to the east, there were soldiers and generals from the Eastern Han Dynasty. On the hills to the west, stood the soldiers and generals of the Huns. The Han army was dressed in armor and lined up in different phalanxes of shields, bows and arrows, broadswords, spears, chariots and cavalry. Each phalanx looked like a fierce beast.

The army of the Huns, it did not look so neat. But the weapons that the Han army had, except for chariots, they were not lacking. The number of people seemed to be more than double that of the Han army, and similarly, everyone's face was filled with a terrifying murderous aura. On the highest hill on either side, stood the generals of both sides.

Above the head of the general in the east, a large black flag embroidered with red Chinese characters floated. Above the general's head in the west, a large blue flag embroidered with a wild wolf floated. They are the directors of this big drama and decide the development of the plot. But what is the ending of this big drama? But it's not up to them to have the final say. Every officer and soldier who participated in the performance, the behavior of each and every one of them was perhaps insignificant. But putting these actions of each individual together, there is a tremendous amount of power. It can be said that the ending of the entire drama will be decided by them. They all understood this truth, and without discussion, the highest-ranking generals on both sides shouted at this time, but the words were so consistent. For the sake of the interests of the country and the dignity of the nation, you must move forward bravely.

Before the general's words could be fully settled, the soldiers' response, like thunder, made the ground tremble beneath their feet. The big drums beat in the east, and the horns in the west blew. Almost at the same time, at least tens of thousands of sharp arrows flew into the sky, like a flock of black birds.

The arrogant sun in the sky, as if frightened by the opening of this great drama, turned around and ran into the thick clouds, refusing to show his face again. The sky suddenly darkened. A big drama of the battle between the Eastern Han Dynasty and the Xiongnu has finally been staged.

The phalanx of the Han army had undergone countless rehearsals, and every eventuality had been anticipated, and the hard work paid off. Although the pace of progress is somewhat slow, it is firm and unstoppable. In the beginning, the Han army did have the upper hand, but the Huns were never so easy to defeat. They may lack strategy and tactics and precise coordination, but the daily life of hunting on horseback has already trained each of their men into brave soldiers. When the hooves of the Huns broke through the phalanx of the Han army, they broke into the flock like a pack of wolves. The dry sandy soil on the open ground became moist. The blood that kept splattering soon became a stream and flowed into the lake, which began to turn red.

Geng Gong's troops did not appear in the first phalanx of the Han army, and he was not even in the second echelon. In the open hills on the side of the Tien Shan, in a sparse jungle, he was standing quietly with his three hundred cavalry.

Geng Gong's body is motionless, which does not mean that his heart is not moving. Through the gap in a tree, he saw the whole scene of the fight. In fact, every knife that the Huns slashed at the Han soldiers was like a slash on his body, his flesh would hurt, and his heart would bleed. He applauded the Han phalanx as it advanced smoothly, but at the same time did not want them to win immediately, because he and his soldiers had not yet gone into battle.

Yesterday afternoon, after Geng Gong walked into the military tent of General Dou Gu, the commander-in-chief of the campaign, Geng Gong calmly expressed his thoughts. His idea was to lie in ambush on the flanks of the battlefield and rush out to attack the enemy's flanks as the Hun army advanced in a scuffle. The Huns were bound to be in disarray, and even if they wanted to escape, they would suffer heavy casualties in this kind of front and rear attack. General Dou Gu thought about it and agreed to Geng Gong's suggestion, but demanded that Geng Gong only attack when he saw his command flag waved.

At this moment, Geng Gong set his eyes on the hills where the banner of the Han army was fluttering, expecting the general to raise the small but majestic flag. But he knew it wasn't going to be possible. No general will make a decisive move as soon as his side has the upper hand.

Fan Qiang, who had survived the black storm, stood beside him and said, "Geng Sima, it seems that we are no longer needed. ”

Geng Gong said impatiently: "Less nonsense! Fan Qiang, you now give me an eye on the order flag in General Dou's hand. He said this, but the hand holding the hilt of the knife sweated rapidly.

After a while, Geng Gong said to Fan Qiang again, "Pass my order, when you charge later, you must follow me closely, as long as the military flag on my back is still fluttering, no matter who it is, as long as you live, you are not allowed to retreat." Geng Gong's equipment is the same as others, with swords and bows and arrows, and unlike others, on Geng Gong's back, there is also a small Han army flag.

At the same time, General Dou Gu, who was standing under the banner of the Han army, would not care about Geng Gong's anxiety. Seeing that the phalanx of the Han army was smoothly crushing forward, constantly thwarting the attacks of the Hun cavalry, his face could not hide his joy. The outcome of this war was, of course, important to the Han Empire; But for him, it is closely related to political future, glory and wealth.

(To be continued)