…… The night has sunk, and in the deep sky like splashing ink, there are a few unknown stars hanging sparsely, and the birds and insects in the Sichuan Road are silent, and everything is shrouded in the boundless darkness. Occasionally, there is a gust of night wind along the river road, and the grass and trees on both sides of the bank are swaying in the wind, and suddenly the shadows of the trees are like ghosts and cliffs. Shang Cheng sat on the wet and cool grass, listening to the sound of whimpering and weeping as the wind passed through the woods, and he felt cold to the bone, his limbs stiff and numb, and his heart beating like a drum in his chest.

He pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, staring down at the straight blade in his hand with his eyes down, desperately trying to control his breathing, not letting his companions around him notice his cowardice and timidity. But his hands and feet were still trembling. His mouth and throat were so dry that it was like a fire burning, and even swallowing saliva, which was usually simple and easy to mention, was now extremely difficult and painful to do. The base of his tongue didn't even produce saliva anymore, as if it had been evaporated by the flames.

He was scared. For the upcoming battle and fighting, he felt fear and cringe from the bottom of his heart.

You're going to war? Are you going to face the splatters of blood and the blurred flesh of your body? Are you about to fall victim to an inexplicable war? The thought of this, the thought that he was about to become the target of the sword in the hands of others, and the uncontrollable tremor would immediately sweep through his whole body. The more he didn't allow himself to think about it, the more the image of him lying in a pool of blood would come to his mind. He could be pierced in the chest with a spear, slashed in the belly with a scimitar, killed by a cold arrow, or trampled back and forth by an enemy's war horse to a mess of unrecognizable flesh......

Am I going to die? He asked himself over and over again. Ever since he was assigned to the first team of the Night Raid, this idiot-like question has haunted him. Whenever this question flashed up, a cold voice in his head would stand up and tell him:

One by one, you will die.

Yes, he knew that he would die if he was slashed by a sword, just like Uncle Zhu Zi, who died silently, with affection for his relatives and helplessness for fate, full of hatred and regret. The only thing he could take some comfort in himself was that, before he died, he might stab the Tuchuts in the pass, and if he was lucky, drag one of the Tuchuts on his back; Another thing that he does not regret is the child in his wife's womb, which will inherit and continue his bloodline......

It's his baby! His unborn baby!

As soon as he thought of this, he felt that he couldn't die, at least not now, he had to live.

But he knew his hopes of surviving were slim. He was included in the first batch of soldiers who rushed to the Guangpingyi Pass, and was a de facto member of the death squad, and his position was still relatively far ahead, and after the soldiers in front of him controlled the city gate of the pass, more than 20 of them were going to rush behind the wall to resist the first wave of counterattack by the Tujici people. He didn't know how many Turrets were waiting for them behind the wall, he just knew that he probably wouldn't survive the time when the next team came up. He thought sadly that he might not have even set foot at the gate of Guangping Post before he fell under the crossbow arrows at the head of the city.

No! How could I die? I can't die! I don't belong to this world at all, this world just exists in my mind, it's not real......

Sometimes he would refute it, but the far-fetched reasons could not even convince him, and the voice did not even bother to argue with him, but only repeated coldly:

One by one, you will die.

From the pass outside the land of Lixu, suddenly jumped up, and a terrible scream. The screams lasted only for a moment, and the next moment it was like a piece of cloth that had been broken with scissors, the bottom half of which was nowhere to be seen, except for the top half to echo faintly in the night sky.

His heart suddenly twitched at this half roar, his face suddenly became extremely pale, his hand unconsciously clenched the handle of the straight knife, and his teeth couldn't help but click and collide several times.

Sun Zhongshan, who was sitting next to him, glanced up at him, turned his gaze away, and after a while, asked calmly, "Scared?" ”

He tried to calm himself down, and then told Sun Zhongshan that he was not afraid. But his attempt failed. His mouth opened, but only a muffled "hmm" sound came out of his throat.

"First time on the battlefield?" Sun Zhongshan asked by wiping the waist knife in his hand with a cloth. His face was half-hidden in the deep hazy night, and he couldn't see what expression it was; The tone was dry and monotonous, as if asking something commonplace. It seems that he has long been accustomed to this kind of thing, and he is neither surprised nor surprised.

First time on the battlefield? No, it's not! It's certainly not the first time he's here! A year ago, he killed two vicious wolves in Yi County with his bare hands, and half a year ago he killed two bandit leaders in Quzhou to save a caravan, and was rewarded by the government for this. How could it be his first time on the battlefield? No, he wasn't afraid, it was just that his clothes were soaked because of the cold spring, and the night wind blew and couldn't help shivering.

"......" Shang Cheng worked hard for a long time, but except for a few syllables that no one could understand, he finally couldn't get the out-of-control vocal cords to say what he wanted to say completely. He simply stopped defending his cowardice and nodded in acknowledgement.

Sun Zhongshan raised his waist knife flat in front of his eyes and looked at it, nodded his head with satisfaction with his lips, and said, "You follow me later." After speaking, he stopped paying attention to Shang Cheng, scraping the blade with the finger of his thumb, squinting his eyes and carefully experiencing the sensation coming from his finger.

"......" Shang Cheng was still speechless, so he could only nod his head vigorously to indicate that he heard it. As he nodded, the stiff neck bone made a subtle but crisp gurgling sound.

A dull and muffled shout suddenly sounded in his ears, and in an instant, several rows of people sitting in front of and behind him stood up, and he quickly followed Sun Zhongshan with a knife to stand up. Short, rapid orders rang out in the woods, mixed with the dull sound of a few swords, guns and weapons falling to the ground.

With a command, the officers and soldiers in front lined up in a horizontal line and began to move out of the woods.

"Follow me." Sun Zhongshan whispered to Shang Cheng, waved his hand, said "enter" in his mouth, and started to act with the second row of people.

It is strange to say, Shang Cheng was so frightened just now that his face was bloodless and his legs trembled, but now Sun Zhongshan gave an order, he carried a straight knife in his hand, like a veteran who was used to seeing life and death, and took steps without hesitation with a cold face. Although his face was still pale and bloodless, and his lips were still tense like a line, there was no hesitation at his feet. Not only did he not hesitate, but he also walked more and more firmly, and his breathing became more and more steady and smooth. He followed the back of the person in front of him with a flat gaze, and his afterglow scanned the ground and left and right, and followed his commander steadily, step by step, out of the woods, on the gentle slope, and approached Guangping Station.

Guangpingyi was still as quiet as last night, and there was not a single Tu Tu at the head of the city or at the city gate. A bonfire was lit outside the city gates, and the blazing flames were especially striking in the dark night. Two lanterns hung from the high wooden poles at the head of the city, and the dim light formed a halo that illuminated the black banner that the Tukutz people had erected at the head of the city.

With such a high wall, these people don't even have a ladder, how can they attack the city? Stacking ladders or climbing walls?

This question flashed in Shang Cheng's mind. He vaguely remembered that after the formation was reorganized in the afternoon, one of the officers who led the team had explained something to the soldiers, but he was already so frightened that he didn't hear what the officer said. It is impossible to climb the wall, and it is impossible for the border army officer to let the soldiers go to death in vain! The wall of Guangping Post is more than ten meters, and then the good hand who climbs the wall and climbs the tree has to be tired to go up to the wall, and it is not possible to wave the knife and spear to block the stone smashed down by the feather arrow shot down from the city, it is simply a living target. So it's a stacking ladder? This is most likely. And he has height and strength, which is a good human ladder cornerstone, and of course, he is also the key target of the bow and arrow of the Turbids......

He immediately realized that he was going to be shot into a hedgehog with a bow and arrow, and then he would die in front of Guangping Station.

But this time, there was nothing abnormal in his heart because he realized that death was coming. He didn't feel fear, nor did he feel any excitement or excitement, he didn't even feel that the blood flowing in his veins showed no signs of boiling and burning, his eyes watched the movement of the pass indifferently and calmly, paying attention to keeping a distance from the soldiers in the front row, and followed Sun Zhongshan with a steady pace.

Four hundred steps, three hundred and fifty steps, three hundred steps......

The distance from the pass was getting closer and closer, and the team that spread out into a fan became tighter and tighter, and finally became a spike that pierced straight towards Guangping Station.

He also became part of this spike that crashed into the Quang Binh Pass. In fact, in the final stage of the formation retraction, he, as well as Sun Zhongshan and Jiang Si, became part of the vertebrae, and because of the straight knife in his hand and the obvious advantage he showed in height and strength, he has become the "strong" point of this three-person combat team, and Sun Zhongshan and Jiang Si took on the responsibility of covering the flanks for him.

Two hundred and fifty steps! I could already see clearly by the light of the bonfire, and the two gates of Guangping Station were wide open. Everyone's hearts were relieved. It seems that it is not all smooth sailing for the Turpents to suddenly go south, at least they will not be able to capture the Guangping Post completely, if the pass is easily won by the Turpents, as soon as the two city gates fall, they, the death squads, together with the people behind them, will not be able to shake the Guangping Post for a cent!

Two hundred steps!

There was still no movement on the wall, neither the crowd nor the sound of the horns of the Turquoise alarm, let alone the trembling of the bowstrings and the whizzing of feathered arrows.

Life and death, in one fell swoop!

At this time, there was no need for the commander's order, and dozens of soldiers and soldiers held their breath, clenched the weapons in their hands, and involuntarily accelerated their pace.