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August 30, the Northwest Land.

The rain in late autumn began to fall, and there was no sign of stopping, and under the heavy rain were barren mountains, dwarf trees and withered grass, flowing water, and occasionally, you could see corpses lying on the ground. Man or horse, in the mud or grass, stopped breathing forever.

In the chaotic battlefield last night, the trajectory of the fighting extended from north to south for more than ten miles, but in fact it was just a conflict after two or three thousand people encountered. has been killed all the way, and now the corpses in the remote part of this battlefield are still uncared for.

A group of forty-three people came from south to north. On the way, he picked up four wounded horses, carried four of them, and when he saw the corpses on the way, he also sent out people to collect and search for something.

The rain had already soaked his body, the air was cold, and the boots on his feet were embedded in the mud of the road, and it took a lot of effort to pull them out. Zhuo Yongqing had already hung the shoe around his neck, felt the faint pain in his chest, and stuffed a small piece of marching dry food into his mouth.

"Poof...... Where do we go now, you say? ”

The heavy rain that fell was the most annoying, and I wiped the water stains on my face while moving forward, but I was blinded again after a while. Walking next to him was his comrade-in-arms Chen Side, who was fiddling with the crossbow on his body, and it was broken.

"I killed you from somewhere last night, so let's go back somewhere." Chen Side looked ahead, "It stands to reason that there should be someone waiting over there." ”

"Will the Golden Dog also send someone to wait over there?"

“…… Hard. Chen Side hesitated, pulled the crossbow in his hand hard, only to hear a "pop" sound, and it was scattered. Zhuo Yongqing said: "Go and get a good one." So he squatted down and picked up with him pieces of iron, latches, and other things in the mud. These things in the crossbow are still useful when you take them back.

The rest of the people walked by, one foot and one heavy, and some of them walked forward with the wounded. There was a loud noise behind him, and a figure fell from his horse, splashing muddy water. The person leading the horse stopped, and someone ran over from behind, Zhuo Yongqing wiped the water droplets on his eyes: "It's Lu Shishi......"

At this time, everyone in front and back had already stopped, looking at the comrade-in-arms who was lifting up the figure in the muddy water, the comrade-in-arms froze for a moment, and looked back half a circle: "Dead...... Lu Shishi ......"

Someone moved, and at the front of the team, Qu Qing walked out: "...... Grab his stuff. Put him on the side of the road. ”

“…… Do you want to bury him? Someone asked in a whisper.

"There's no time." After Qu Qing said this, he paused, stretched out his hand and pointed to the three horses behind, "Find a place to heal first, catch up with the team, there are us here, there are also Jurchens, it's not peaceful." ”

And they did. They took Lu Shi's sword, shield, and crossbow, and lifted another man who was seriously wounded onto his horse. Cover yourself with a cloak and move on.

It was still gray and gloomy autumn rain, and more than 40 people walked along the mud and had to turn around the rugged mountain road ahead. Under this silver-gray canopy, on the side of the mountain road, more than 20 men from the north wearing Jurchen military uniforms were also coming down the mountain road. Due to the obscuration of earth and rocks. The two sides have not yet seen each other.

“…… Yesterday night, the brigade should not have dispersed. We killed too quickly...... I remember that Luliv died. ”

Luliv ...... Where is it? ”

"I don't remember, on the way here, the war horse of the golden dog...... Knocked him away. Get it for me. ”

While speaking, Chen Side was still fiddling with the other crossbow in his hand. After taking a sip of water, he handed the rattan kettle he was carrying to Zhuo Yongqing, who took the kettle and subconsciously pressed his chest.

"If I fly away, I don't necessarily die, my bones may have been broken, but I didn't die. So he might ......"

While he was still talking, there was a sudden movement above the hillside, it was the exchange of figures, and the crossbow sounded. Two figures suddenly tumbled down the hill, one of them was one of the three scouts on the Black Flag Army's side, and the other was clearly a Jurchen spy. At the corner of the road in front of the queue, someone suddenly shouted: "Engage!" "Arrows flew by, and those who walked in the front had raised their shields.

At this moment, Zhuo Yongqing was stunned, and a shiver suddenly rose and exploded from the back of his head. He hesitated for only a moment, and then rushed forward. He threw away the kettle in his hand, untied his crossbow, wound it up, and someone around him rushed over faster.

A few simple shields set up a loose array in the blink of an eye, and the bow and arrow on the opposite side flew to hit the shield, Luo Ye was holding a knife and shouting: "How much-"

"Twenty-"

"Kill them!"

At the corner of the road, a war horse rushed abruptly towards the hastily formed shield wall in front of him. A Chinese soldier was knocked away by a war horse, and the Jurchen threw himself into the mud, brandishing a long knife and slashing, and another war horse had already rushed in. The Jurchens over there rushed over, and the people here had already greeted them.

Luo Ye walked in the mud with a knife in one hand, seeing the Jurchen cavalry rushing towards him, the pace was not slow, the one hand holding the knife turned into two hands, and when the war horse was close to each other, the pace stopped abruptly, his body moved sideways, and he shouted and slashed out.

"Arrogant mother-"

The war horse flew out with blood, and before the Jurchens on the horse could get up, they were stabbed to death with spears by the men who rushed from behind. At this time, the conflict of the war has begun, people are fighting on the muddy road and the dangerous hillside, Zhuo Yongqing rushed up, near the platoon leader Mao Yishan who drew a knife and slashed at the Jurchens, the muddy water was raised in the run, the Jurchens dodged the slash, and it was also a knife to kill, Zhuo Yongqing waved his shield to block the knife.

Mao Yishan crossed the shield and stabbed again, the Jurchen rolled and dodged again, Zhuo Yongqing followed and forced forward, and was about to raise his knife to slash, but the Jurchen fell into the muddy water while moving, and then did not move, but he was hit by a crossbow arrow in the face. Zhuo Yongqing looked back, and he didn't know who shot it. At this time, Mao Yishan had already shouted: "Huddle-"

In the autumn rain, the dangerous battle has become the theme of this mountain road in a blink of an eye, Zhuo Yongqing, Mao Yishan and others have already huddled, and at some point, their faces have been stained with sticky blood. Not far away, Luo Ye with a few people was a small group. The aggressiveness is the strongest, and Hou Wu, Qu Qing and others are another group with the largest number of people. In this sudden encounter, the Jurchens were extremely fierce, but when the soldiers of the Huaxia Army gathered, their ferocious hunting had no upper hand. In a matter of moments, several people fell, blood flowing again on the hillside.

The wounded soldier named Pan Xiaomao hid beside the war horses carrying the seriously wounded in the rear, guarding seven or eight crossbows and arrows from time to time to sneak attack, sometimes hitting horses, sometimes shooting people. A Jurchen soldier was shot in the lower leg and limped down the hillside, not far below the cliffs of a mountain stream, and a warrior named Wang Yuan chased him all the way with his sword. When chasing to the edge of the cliff, Luo Ye shouted: "Come back!" However, it was too late, and the earth and rocks slid on the hillside, and he fell down with the Jurchen.

I don't know how long the battle lasted, two Jurchens fled on horseback, and when there were no Jurchen soldiers nearby, Zhuo Yongqing gasped and sat down abruptly, Mao Yishan patted him on the shoulder: "Good kill!" However, Zhuo Yongqing did not kill anyone this time. He exerted a lot of physical energy, mainly because the injury in his chest increased the physical exertion.

"Check the number of people! Save the wounded first! Qu Qing shouted in the crowd. Everyone rushed towards the wounded around them, and Luo Ye ran all the way to the edge of the cliff, leaning down and looking down, as if he wanted to find a chance of luck. Zhuo Yongqing took a few breaths, then staggered to his feet, to check on the injured. He walked back. It was found that Chen Side had fallen in a pool of blood, and he was hit by an arrow in the throat and went straight through.

Zhuo Yongqing's head buzzed. Of course, this was his first time on the battlefield, but in the past few days, Chen Side was not the first time he had seen his companions and friends die. Witnessing such a death. What is blocked in my heart is not sadness, but more weight. It was a living person, who came and talked in the past...... Chen Side is good at handicraft, in the past he can dismantle the crossbow and bow, and the broken ones can often be repaired by hand, the rattan kettle in the muddy water, the inside is a leather bag, extremely exquisite, it is said that Chen Side joined the Huaxia Army when his mother made it for him. A lot of things, after stopping abruptly, seem to be abruptly pressed at this moment, such a weight makes it difficult for people to swallow directly into their stomachs.

However, whoever it is, it must be swallowed. The dead are very heavy, and they are all light at this moment, and there are dead people all the time on the battlefield, and indulging in the dead on the battlefield will delay greater things. This contradiction between the very light and the heavy is pressed together in this way.

Zhuo Yongqing's eyes were sour, something was pouring out, he turned his head to look at the people around him, Luo Madman stood on the edge of the cliff for a while, turned his head and walked back, someone was saving people on the ground, constantly pressing on people's chests, looking calm with a hint of madness, some people checked next to the deceased for a moment, and after being stunned, he walked silently to the side, Hou Wu helped up an injured person and shouted around: "He's okay!" Bandages - medicine - "

Zhuo Yongqing picked up the rattan kettle on the ground, hung it on his body, and went to the side to help others. After some tossing, the number of people was counted, and there were still thirty-four remaining, ten of whom were wounded - Zhuo Yongqing, who was not a knife wound that affected the battle, was not counted. When everyone was about to move forward, Zhuo Yongqing also subconsciously said, "Do you want to ...... Bury them ......"

He looked at the corpses that were laid out on the side of the road.

“…… There was no time. Luo Ye said this, and then he paused, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed downward, "Or, throw them down." ”

"Okay." Qu Qing nodded, and walked over to the corpse first, "Everyone, hurry up." ”

They threw eight bodies on the side of the road into a deep ravine and continued on their way. They originally planned to return along the same path as last night, but considering the situation of the injured, there would be not only their own people but also the situation of the Jurchens along the way, so they simply found a fork in the road and went down, and after walking for a few miles, temporarily left the lightly injured in a relatively hidden col under the cliff, and arranged for two people to take care of them.

"You can't go any further." Qu Qing said to these people, "Even if it passes, it will be difficult to fight against the Jurchens again, now either we find the brigade and then notify the people of the seed family to pick you up, or we can't find it and turn back at night." ”

After leaving these twelve people, Zhuo Yongqing and the other twenty-two people rushed to the location where they were engaged in the battle last night, and met a five-person Jurchen team on the way, killed them, broke one person, and met five more people on the way. To the edge of the hill grove where the battle was hastily engaged last night. I saw that the traces of the war were still there, but the brigade of the Huaxia Army had obviously moved away from the Jurchens.

Twenty-six men risked their lives to reach into the woods, and after receiving the enemy, they hurriedly retreated. At this time, the Jurchen stragglers were obviously also patronizing here, the Huaxia army was stronger than the formation and cooperation, and these Jurchens killed in the white mountains and black waters were stronger than individual combat in the field and in the forest. Sticking here and waiting for their companions may be an option, but it is too passive, Qu Qing and the others summed it up and decided to go back and settle the wounded first, and then estimate where the Jurchens might go and chase after them.

This time, it was a muddy and rainy day, and when I approached the col, I saw a corpse lying on the side of the road. There were almost a dozen arrows stuck in his body. This is the soldier they left to take care of the wounded, named Zhang Gui. Everyone suddenly became nervous, raised their vigilance and hurried to the col.

It's too late.

The col was full of blood, and the corpses were densely strewn all over the place, a total of eleven corpses of Chinese soldiers, each with arrows on their bodies. Apparently, when the Jurchens came, the wounded put their shields out and fired with crossbows and bows. But in the end, he was shot by the Jurchens, the innermost part of the mountain pass. The four seriously wounded, who were not able to move, had been killed by the Chinese soldiers themselves, and after the lightly wounded had killed them, he had plunged a long knife into his heart, and now the body was sitting next to it, but there was no head—the Jurchens had cut it off.

The sky had darkened, and the rain was still falling. Everyone carefully checked all this, and someone remembered Zhang Gui who died on the side of the road in the distance, and said softly: "Zhang Gui wants to lure the Jurchens away...... Luo Ye and a few people went out silently with knives, obviously wanting to find traces of the Jurchens, and passed for a while. I only heard Luo Ye's roar from the dim mountains: "Come on-"

After a moment, there was another voice: "Come on-" but there was no response. Not long after, Luo Ye returned, and on the other side, someone also moved Zhang Gui's body back.

"It's a little bit of time now." Hou Wudao, "Let's bury them." ”

Luo Ye nodded: "Make a fire and cook, let's rest for the night." ”

"The Jurchens may still be around."

"Let them come!" Luo Ye gritted his teeth and said. After a while, Qu Qing said over there: "It's better to make a fire, and the clothes have to be dried." ”

They dug a pit and buried the twelve bodies, and that night they rested in this place by the grave. The soldiers ate some boiled military rations, and there were wounds on their bodies like Zhuo Yongqing, so they bandaged them well. After drying their clothes, they extinguished the fire, Zhuo Yongqing's body was cold and hot, and he listened to everyone discussing where to go tomorrow in a daze.

“…… Wanyan Lou has been going around in circles in Yanju and Gyeongju these days, and I think he is waiting for reinforcements to come...... The army of the seed family has already surrounded it, but maybe the family will also come, and it is difficult to say whether the Jinning army will come to join in the fun, and in a few days, the surrounding area will be chaotic. I estimate that if Wanyan Lou Room wants to leave, it is likely to choose the direction of Xuanjiaao today......"

“…… Wanyan Lou is not afraid of war, he is just cautious, there are rules for fighting, he does not engage us head-on, what he is afraid of is our artillery, balloons ......"

"If you push it like this, maybe you will have a big fight while it's raining......"

"Maybe it's ...... tonight"

"yes......"

"Anyway, tomorrow we will rush to the direction of Xuanjiaao?"

Zhuo Yongqing leaned against the grave and listened to Luo Ye and the others buzzing for a while, and at some point, he heard Qu Qing say: "It's my fault for leaving the wounded here......

"What's wrong with you, don't take things on yourself!" Luo Ye's voice became louder, "The injured can't go, we have to rush to the battlefield again, and everyone can only do this!" It is the Jurchens who should be killed, and what should be done is to get it back from the Jurchens! ”

"Maybe a few people can go to the brigade, we'll wait here."

"There is no such option!" Luo Ye was categorical, "Who are we fighting with now?" Finish the Yan Lou room! Jurchen first! Now it looks like we're evenly matched with him, and who knows when we're going to have a flaw, let them eat us! Since you want to fight on the front, you have to give up all the loopholes! There are only about 20 of us, but who knows if it will be a little worse just because of us? Send someone to find the brigade, and the brigade will send some people back to us? Quqing, fight! What is the most important thing in fighting a war? What Mr. Ning said, put your life on the line! ”

Luo Ye paused: "Our lives, theirs...... My own brothers, they are dead, I am sad, I can die for them, but I can't lose the war! Fight! It's just desperate! Mr. Ning said that he will do everything to fight for his own life and the lives of others! Fight to the extreme! Fight to your death, others can't keep up, just fight others! You don't think about those who have or don't, it's not your fault, it's the Jurchens who deserve to die! ”

"Thanks, Crazy Law." Qu Qing said, "Don't worry, the fire in my heart is no less than yours, I know what I can do with it." ”

"Hmph, here today, I don't see anyone with less fire in their hearts......"

The cold faded, the heat wave came again, Zhuo Yongqing leaned on the grave, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and soon after, he fell asleep in a daze. The next day, the rain continued and did not stop, and everyone ate a little, said goodbye to the grave, and set off again in the direction of Xuanjiaao.

It was heavy rain and a rough road, but on the battlefield, as long as there was a breath, there was no place for complaining and complaining......

There is no other way but to move forward.

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