Volume 1 The Wind Rises in Tianjing Chapter One Hundred and Three Slow Voices
The border between Huxi and Hunan provinces is a continuous mountainous area.
Here, the grass is abundant, wild beasts are rampant, poisonous miasma is pervasive, poisonous insects are widely distributed, and it is difficult to find a person when walking all over the mountains and wilderness. Don't say it's a household, it's a hunter, and it's rare here.
However, in such a place full of death, at this moment, there was a team of soldiers and horses, about forty people, lined up in two columns, and in the middle of the line was holding a Liu Zi flag of the Guangnan Army. They rode one by one, and at the end of the line were a dozen mules carrying things. All of them were dressed in the silver-white bamboo horn armor of the Guangnan Army, and they were struggling to move forward on the road with wild grass people. Most of their weapons were long knives, but they were not hanging on their waists at the moment, but holding them in their hands, constantly cutting off the plants on both sides of the road to make it easier for future generations to pass by.
On a small hillside not far from the team, two people held a map and compared the trend of the mountains in front of them, looking for their own location. Looking at their dress, they are obviously also members of the team, but the long sword in the hand of one person is purple and gold, which is very extraordinary, and if you think about it, they will not be pawn-like figures.
"General Cheng, this road is right, we have been in Changting for ten days, and we should be in Huxi Province at this moment." The soldier rolled up the map and inserted it into a bamboo tube at his waist.
The man who had been called the general hummed, walked a few steps, reached the edge of the hill, looked at the procession that was about to enter the next hill, and said, "This place is too desolate, and there are no bandits and bandits?" ”
"Look at what you said," the soldier put the bamboo tube around his waist into a cloth bag, and said, "The banner of our Guangnan Army is still flying, and that blind man dares to come and fight us, isn't that looking for death?" So saying, the little soldier walked to a tree behind him, and two horses were tethered to graze, which should be his and the general's mounts.
"General Cheng, it's time to go, and I have to find a good place to camp before dark."
Cheng Ranxuan hummed again, and when he turned around and returned to his mount, he glanced back at the slowly marching team, and since this morning, there has been a faint flash of uneasiness in his heart. Seeing him like this, the little soldier said, "General Cheng, is there anything else?" ”
"It's okay, let's go." Cheng Ranxuan walked to the side of the horse, turned over on the horse, and retreated to the end of the line along the path he had come.
The little soldier followed him, his expression was natural, but he always picked the corners of his mouth inexplicably.
The team had just marched for less than an hour, but the Tang cavalry at the front retreated all the way, and the whole team came to a halt because of this.
Cheng Ranxuan was originally calculating the distance at the end of the line, but when he saw the front stopped, he asked the people around him, "What's the matter, why did you stop." ”
The little soldier also looked puzzled, and said, "I'll go ahead and ask." ”
"Forget it, I'll see for myself." After speaking, Cheng Ranxuan took the reins of the horse and went to the front of the team. And the soldier followed him all the way to the front of the group.
Coming to the front of the team, the first thing Cheng Ranxuan saw was a horse spread out in the grass on the side of the road, the corners of the horse's mouth were covered with pink foam, and his eyes were stained red with blood, and he couldn't distinguish black and white at all, which looked very terrifying, and the horse's side was the Tang Qi who had just rushed back.
"What's going on?" Cheng Ranxuan dismounted and gently stroked the horse's neck, the sweat on its neck had not yet dried, but it had already lost its breath.
"General Cheng, there is a small river three miles ahead, I see that the water is clear and can be drunk, so I thought that I could drink and rest and fill some water myself, but as soon as I squatted down, I found that the grass on the other side of the river was full of animal carcasses."
"How?"
"There are countless bears, leopards, and tigers. It looked like they had not been dead for a long time, and I didn't dare to fill it with water for a day or two, but my horse had drunk a lot, and I rode it back, and before I could see the team, it was already about to fall. The Tang rider looked frightened.
The Guangnan Army was established, and the Tang Cavalry often acted in groups of two and three groups together, but at this moment, in such a situation as before, only one person came back, and the uneasiness in Cheng Ranxuan's heart erupted.
The little soldier who followed Cheng Ranxuan squatted down next to the horse's corpse, poked the horse's eyeballs with his hand, and the eyeballs were blood-red, and at this moment, they had already stretched out of their eye sockets and almost fell to the ground. He sniffed the smell on his hand, turned around and said, "General Cheng, it's slow." ”
When everyone heard this, they all shrugged, and Fang Cai Tangqi was even more pale, took off the kettle from the horse's corpse, handed the kettle to Cheng Ranxuan with a trembling hand, and said, "General Cheng, this is the water I just received." ”
Cheng Ranxuan took the kettle, opened it, and looked at it by the light, the water in the kettle was clear and transparent. He passed the kettle to his nose and sniffed it, but it didn't taste at all. He turned to the people around him and asked, "Who has the silver?" ”
A soldier took out a piece of broken silver from his waist and handed it to Cheng Ranxuan. Cheng Ranxuan tilted the kettle, poured out some water on the ground, squatted down, and dipped the broken silver in the water, and the corner of the broken silver turned black and brown at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"It's really slow. It is colorless and tasteless, and the silver is black and brown. Cheng Ranxuan got up, poured all the water in the kettle into the grass on the side of the road and threw the kettle far into the wilderness, turned to the soldiers behind him and said: "Pass my password, be vigilant, check their respective kettles, from now on, you can't fetch water anymore." ”
One of the soldiers heard this and hurried to the ranks.
The slow sound is a kind of poison unique to Annam Province, and the original name has long been remembered, but after the Baitou Man in the 36 Caves of Nanban, who originally mastered this poison, was slaughtered by the army led by the King of Quang Nam, the production of this poison should only be known by the people in the palace.
Is it really a business that can't be taken over? Cheng Ranxuan asked himself in his heart, thinking about Song Qingshu's inexplicable words before leaving.
"General Cheng don't be careful, he must be a white-headed barbarian remnant who wants to take revenge on the prince." The creep spoke up.
Cheng Ranxuan didn't answer, but just asked Natang Qi, "Is there any good place to camp ahead?" "In this case, the best situation is to set up camp and wait for an opportunity, but it is clear that this grassy trail is not a good place to camp.
Not far ahead, there is a flat land, which is not bad.
"Lead the way, we'll camp there today." Cheng Ranxuan turned over his horse and said to the little soldier behind him: "You go and talk about it, just say that the white-headed barbarian remnants are plotting against us, let's just walk cautiously." ”
When the soldier heard this, he gave up his hand and got on his horse.
Cheng Ranxuan was riding on a horse, but his expression was almost uncontrollable - how could a barbarian like a white-headed man make a slow sound of polluting a river. The knife hanging over their heads, the bright Liu character on it can't be covered.
Of course, in order to stabilize the morale of the army, Cheng Ranxuan didn't say anything, just walked to the front of the team, and always put his left hand on the purple-gold long sword at his waist.