Where the clouds were on the horizon, spring thunder sounded.

There is a fog flowing between the mountains, Haidongqing flies in the sky, silently patrolling the ground in the fog, and the trees loom in their field of vision, occasionally showing traces of the battle.

The blood flowed on the ground, turning into a semi-viscous liquid, and then flowing down the mountain stream in the early hours of the morning, and there were traces of bursting on the grassy slopes, the smell of gunpowder had dissipated, and the corpses of men were stuck in spears.

A small group of people walked through the corpses.

"Captain Luo has gone to the east, looking for ...... one last time"

"The Jurchens came at any time, and they withdrew without ...... wounded"

"It's like there's no one alive."

In the process of rummaging through the wounded, someone took out a fire fold and blew it gently, and in the light like beans, the sound of conversation occasionally sounded.

"Captain Luo fought a good battle this time, most of the people here are from the Jin Kingdom......"

"It looks like a taunt, this one is hundreds."

"It's the cooperation between Commander Luo and the Fourth Division, on the side of the Fourth Division, I heard that Chen Tian personally led the team, as soon as the battle was over, the Fourth Division turned to the next one, and Commander Luo chased forward for a while......"

"You're blowing again, how do you know that?"

"I asked when I met with the three teams before, they saved the wounded soldiers, and we swept the tail by the way......"

As he spoke, the eagle's eyes flashed in the night sky, and in a moment, a figure crawled and rushed over: "Hai Dongqing, the Jurchens are coming from the north." ”

"Two less...... Call you here......"

"It's not time to talk nonsense, let's talk about me later." The prostrate figure twisted its neck and shook its wrists, appearing to be very good at speaking. The adult next to him grabbed him.

"Lao Yu, you go south. What are you going to do, you go with you. ”

"I haven't finished speaking, Uncle Zheng, there are not many Jurchens, a small scout team, maybe a striker who came to investigate the situation. I've already observed people, and if we eat it, the Jurchens' eyes will be blind in this area, at least for a day or two, isn't it? ”

"If you want to eat, I'll eat, I promised your father......"

"No, I'm not very old, and I'm good at light work, so I've seen everyone, if you don't take me, you will be seen by them all of a sudden, there is not much time, don't mother-in-law, don't mother-in-law, Uncle Yu, you transfer first, Uncle Zheng, you come with me, pay attention to concealment."

The young man who spoke was like a loach, and with a flick of his hand, he turned around and slipped out. He was half-camouflaged, with some bark and moss on his body, and his limbs swung very little, like a spider or a turtle, and if he was far away, he could hardly be seen. Zheng Qiming had to catch up with everyone.

This young man running in front of him is naturally Ning Ji, although his behavior is a little laid-back, his eyes are full of solemn and vigilant looks, and he briefly told the others the direction of the Jurchen scout, and his figure has disappeared into the bushes in front of him, Zheng Qiming is larger, sighed, and sneaked to the other side.

In a short time, the battle began in the thick fog at dawn.

The Jurchen scouts were not easy to deal with, although they were slightly dispersed and quietly approached, but the moment the first person fell from the arrow, the rest of the people were already alert. Figures fluttered through the trees, swords streaked through the night. Ning Ji pulled the trigger of the crossbow, and then pounced on the opponent who had been eyeing him for a long time.

The Jurchen scout swayed, dodging the crossbow arrows, drawing his sword and slashing. In the darkness, Ning Ji's figure was shorter than ordinary people, and the steel knife swept over his head, and the knife in his hand had already pierced into the opponent's lower abdomen.

The Jurchen scout was dressed in soft armor and thick clothes, Ning Ji's knife was not deep into the flesh, only to hear a sound, the Jurchen man grabbed the back of the knife with his hand, and the knife light slashed back in the other hand, Ning Ji let go of the handle of the knife, and turned behind the enemy with his body stomping and turning.

The Jurchen man roared wildly, and his body was also turning, but Ning Ji's body was more rapid, and in the blink of an eye, he got on the other party's back like an ape, and grabbed the top of the other party's head with one hand. The Jurchen scout knew that he was in a hurry, and his body jumped up with all his strength, and he slammed into the ground behind him.

At the moment when the world was spinning, Ning Ji put his hands together, hugged the other party's head, and curled up to make a defensive posture. Hearing a bang, he hit the ground with his back on his back, muddy water splashed everywhere, but the head of the Jurchen was being held in his arms.

The next moment, the blood light shot out in the darkness, and Ning Ji divided his hands, and the short knife in his hand cut the opponent's neck.

Hai Dongqing swooped down from the sky, the sliced feeder on the ground still struggling violently, the falcon pounced on the boy who was taking the life of its master, claws pounced, iron beak biting. In a moment, the young man grabbed Hai Dongqing and pounced on the ground, he grabbed the eagle's neck with one hand, grabbed its wings with the other, and wrung it to death in his hand in the fierce struggle of the beast.

When he threw the body away and wanted to help the others, the fight in the woodland was over. At this time, it was only four or five breaths from the first moment he rushed out, and Zheng Qiming had already rushed to the front, slashing again at the scout who was still twitching on the ground, before asking, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay......" Ning Ji spit out the bloodshot in his teeth, and saw that the surroundings were already quiet, before he said, "Hai Dongqing...... Look at me killing a Hai Dongqing. We ......"

"Liu Yuan was stabbed ......" At this moment, a low voice came. On the other side of the field of vision, there was a figure covering his lower abdomen, slowly slumping down by the tree trunk, Ning Ji was slightly stunned, and then ran towards that side......

In the battle on the battlefield, you may be injured at any time, and you may also witness the fall and departure of your comrades at any time. These days, Ning Ji, who is in the military medical team, has become accustomed to this kind of thing.

By mid-February, the front-line battlefield was intertwined, with encirclement and escape, surprise raids and counter-raids, all happening every day in this mountain range.

The mountainous terrain in front of Zizhou was too complicated, and the Huaxia Army divided the army into regimental levels for mobilization and the most efficient operation. Ning Ji also followed the battlefield and kept moving, although he belonged to the military medical team, it is likely that during several military moves, he will also fall to the front line of the battlefield, or he will be in close contact with the Jurchen scout team, and at this time, Ning Ji will instigate Zheng Qiming and others around him to reap the results of the battle together.

Although Zheng Qiming didn't have many people with him, most of them were the guards who followed Ning Yi's side in the past, and their combat power was outstanding. Theoretically, Ning Ji's life is very important, but in the atmosphere where the battle on the front line is white-hot to this extent, everyone is fighting bravely, and everyone really can't sit idly by and watch the small Jurchen team that can be killed.

In this way, by the middle of February, Ning Ji had participated in the hunting of Jurchen scouts and soldiers three times, and added a few more lives to his hands, one of which met the old and spicy Jin country hunter, he was almost stabbed in the throat, and when he thought about it afterwards, he was also quite afraid.

If he is really a boy in the greenhouse, he will probably never dare to fight with anyone again because of such a thing once or twice. But on the battlefield, there is a cure against this fear.

When witnessing the fighting and fighting posture of the soldiers of the Chinese Army on this battlefield, when seeing these heroic people struggling in pain or the cold corpses sacrificed on the battlefield, no matter how much fear will be pressed in the bottom of my heart. In such a battle, almost everyone is moving forward, and he does not dare to retreat.

The knife wound of his companion Liu Yuan was not fatal, but it was impossible to get better for a while, and after the first round of emergency treatment, everyone made a simple stretcher and was carried by two companions. Ning Ji picked up the dead Hai Dongqing and carried it: "Eat chicken tonight." Then he also showed off, "We've been fighting with the Jurchen scouts for so long, haven't Hai Dongqing killed a few?" ”

During the fight with the big bird, he also had some scratches on his body, one of which was still on his face. But compared to the situation of dead people on the battlefield, these are small scratches, and I would rather not smear some potions with my hands than care too much.

"I heard that eagle blood is very replenishing?"

"It's like chicken blood, right? It's been dead for a while, who wants to drink? ”

No one said yes, and Ning Ji didn't plan to drink it, at this time, the early morning sunlight had already sprinkled down from the forest through the mist, and the air was moist, Ning Ji and Zheng Qiming were chatting while walking.

"Uncle Zheng, my father said, there are always some people in this world who are real geniuses. The grandfather of the Liu family was rumored to be the number one great master in the world of swordsmanship, and he was very picky, you were accepted by him as an apprentice, you are such a genius, right? ”

"If you talk about the talent of the sword path, we have a few senior brothers, which is not bad, but the best talent should be your eighth uncle Qian. Your aunt Gua is also powerful, if you talk about martial arts, she and Chen Fan, none of us can catch up. ”

"Well, that'...... Uncle Zheng, what do you think of me? I've been thinking lately, I should be such a genius, you see, instead of being a military doctor, I think it's better for me to be a scout, but unfortunately I promised my dad before......"

"Rather jealous, ......"

"Huh?"

"Those who can survive are the real geniuses."

“…… Well, but Uncle Zheng ......"

"You say."

"You have to win the whole battle before anyone can survive."

Ning Ji is at the age of hot-blooded simplicity, and some words may be called childlike words, but in any case, this sentence made it difficult for Zheng Qiming to refute for a while.

He looked at the young man walking beside him, the battlefield was full of dangers and rapid changes, even in the midst of such conversations, Ning Ji's figure always maintained a vigilant and hidden posture, and could dodge or explode at any time. The battlefield is the Shura field, but it is indeed an occasion to hone the grandmaster, a martial artist can cultivate for half a lifetime, and fight with the opponent at any time, but very few people can maintain natural vigilance every day and every hour, but Ning Ji quickly entered this state.

In this case, a few months of exercise can surpass years of practice and perception.

The crowd walked along, whispers occasionally ringing out.

"Hey, you say, where will this battle be during the decisive battle?"

"The staff is looking for a good opportunity......"

"I heard that the main reason is that Wanyan Zonghan has not officially appeared."

"Saba is his best dog, on the way from Yushui Creek, at first it was Dalai, and then it didn't mean that he saw Zong Han on the second day of the first month, but later it was Saba who led the army, and I think Zong Han is there."

"Zong Han has fought all his life, what is false is real, and what is real is false, will he not understand? If you say yes, most of them won't. ”

"Ho ho, you are a rough old man who knows the art of war, I see, Zong Han probably guessed that you think so......"

"So this time, if we don't defend Zizhou, we will fight the idea of killing Zong Han directly?"

"No wonder Zong Han hasn't come up yet......"

"Oops, I thought about it...... It was said in night school and mobilization meetings that our most powerful thing is subjective initiative. It's about our people, who are scattered, and they know where to go, and the other side is stunned if there is no leader. Several times in the past...... For example, after killing Yan Lou's room, it is to fight first, make a pot of porridge, everyone runs around, our opportunity will come, isn't this what it looks like this time......"

"So where do you think we're going to go when we're gone?"

“…… Go kill Zong Han. ”

"That's because of this, Zong Han won't come out after the second year of junior high school, who should he kill now?"

"His son is oblique."

"Why don't you kill the pull-out speed, for example, it's harder to kill the oblique guard now, it's easier to kill the pull-out speed, the staff decided to kill the pull-out speed, you go to kill the slanted guard, this subjective initiative, isn't it useless......"

"Yao Shubin, you're raising the bar......"

"What Mr. Ning said, the bar is ......"

"Bamboo bars into fine ......"

"Hahahaha......"

"No, let's discuss it, what if it really breaks up. Rather than jealous, or you will judge ......"

"I ...... I don't know...... But this time it shouldn't be the same. ”

"Okay, I think this time ......"

"Shhhh

“……”

“……”

"Hidden ......"

In the faint morning light, the companion who was walking in the forefront of the path made a gesture from afar. The people in the team each have their own actions.

“……”

"What's going on......"

"Look, someone ......"

"Golden Dog ......"

“……”

“……”

“……”

“…… Yao Shubin, you crow's mouth. ”

……

……

“…… Damn it. ”