It's the height of summer, and even on Zhongshan Road, which is covered with snow for half a year, the sun is extremely warm. In Qingshan City, the capital of Zhongshan Road, a clear and turquoise grasshopper had just jumped on a grass tip, and before it could shake off the dew on its body, it was pinched by two sudden fingers......

"Caught caught caught ......"

A middle-aged soldier with a pale face and deep-set eye sockets raised the big-bellied grasshopper with a green body in his right hand, and smiled smugly as he listened to the shouts of the little man behind him. He pushed his body with his left hand, and crawled back to his own door panel, and raised the "prey" to the other party's eyes:

"Tut-tut, look at this little thing, it's beautiful! Do you know how much silver this thing can sell for on weekdays? ”

"What? It's just this thing, and some people spend money to buy it? There are ...... all over the mountains in front of my house."

"What? it? Do you understand? Take a closer look at this little guy, from the whiskers to the tail, it is green, without a trace of variegation, this is called "Emerald Grasshopper"! If it is sent to the capital of Beiyan to be sold, it will be three hundred taels of silver! ”

As soon as the young offspring heard this, his eyes immediately widened as if they were the size of a cowbell, and he danced excitedly:

"Uncle Cao, if it's really so valuable, then let's keep it, right? After the battle is won, our injuries will be healed, and then we will use it to exchange for two houses......"

"You stupid boy, this thing has a name, it's called "whooping worm", you know, you can't keep it......"

After finishing speaking, the old soldier made a mistake and pulled off the head of the grasshopper, and stuffed it directly into the mouth of this descendant:

"Hurry up and eat, Uncle Cao will look for it again and see if he can dig a mouse hole......"

After finishing speaking, the kind-hearted veteran with his knees shattered supported his upper body with both hands and slowly crawled towards the corner of the wall......

Qingshan City has been out of food for four days.

In a pharmacy next to the east city gate, Ding Shuo, the general of Taining, leaned softly on the top of the barn, naked and scarred; Four blackened soldiers, with only their hands as white as new, pressed his limbs and neck weakly; Huang Yumei, the de facto governor of Zhongshan Road, straightened the wooden tray in front of her, reached out to light the oil lamp, and untied the white cloth tightly wrapped around Ding Shuo's left arm......

"Hey...... Take this rag and shut your general's mouth so that he doesn't bite his tongue. Brother Ding, you must endure a little pain, this is the last time. ”

"I'm sorry sister-in-law, come on."

Huang Yumei looked at the arrow sores that were still bleeding pus, gritted her teeth and was ruthless, and passed an extremely delicate and sharp knife through a fire, and then quickly cut a hole on the edge of the arrow wound in his shoulder socket! A stream of yellowish-white pus, spurting out with a "poof", splashed all over Huang Yumei's two arms......

Huang Yumei put down the knife with her backhand, and after simply cleaning her arm, she began to squeeze the wound hard, trying to force out the remaining pus that had not yet been cleared; Under the double blow of injury and hunger, although Ding Shuo couldn't shout and move, he was sweating more and more! Before he squeezed for a long time, Ding Shuo's body was already slippery, and the four pro-soldiers used their hands and feet together, and they could barely hold him down......

After squeezing repeatedly for half an hour, the wound on his left arm was more than three times larger, but the blood was already bright red, and there was no pus in sight. After Huang Yumei cleaned her hands again, she took out a porcelain vase, turned her head away, and buckled it on the wound; Immediately, she took a roll of white cloth the thickness of a brush, wrapped all the remaining powder, and pushed it vigorously into the round wound......

Seeing that Huang Yumei rebandaged her hands and feet neatly, the four soldiers also gasped and let go of their hands in unison; Ding Shuo's waist, which was as high as a shrimp, finally poured out with a breath of turbidity in his chest......

Ding Shuo closed his eyes and raised his right hand, took out the cloth roll from his mouth and threw it away, and reached into his mouth again, moving left and right, and then took out a tooth stained with shredded flesh......

"Thank you...... Sister-in-law Xie......"

Huang Yumei nodded silently, silently packed up the knife, and secretly wiped away the two lines of hot tears by turning around.

Just when Ding Shuo was panting like a wind box, a chaotic footsteps were getting closer and closer...... With a loud "bang", a soldier with his right cheek turned out, staggered open the door, and without even seeing anyone clearly, he shouted hysterically:

"Simon is in a hurry! Simon is in a hurry! ”

Ding Shuo, who seemed to be a water ghost, suddenly opened his eyes; He got up in three or two clicks, picked up the spear on the top of the fence with his right arm, and strode out of the doorway. Huang Yumei quickly picked up the stunned soldier, took the steel needle from the hand of the personal maid, and motioned to the maid to clean the wound while threading the needle and thread......

After Ding Shuo and his entourage of five walked out of the pharmacy, they ran straight to the West City Gate, and at the same time kept shouting loudly:

"Are there still panting gentlemen? Come out a few! ”

It's a pity that when the crumbling West City Gate appeared in front of the eyes of the five people; Ding Shuo looked back, but there were still only five of them.

In fact, Ding Shuo was not surprised by this result at all. During this period of time, the lonely city was not only exhausted by all the food and medicinal materials in Qingshan City; Even the local strong men were quickly depleted. In today's Qingshan City, even those white-haired old men in their fifties and sixties have automatically and spontaneously gone to the front line, and no one can be left alone......

Ding Shuo turned his head and saw that there was still a pair of "antlers" shaking on the city wall, so he just pointed to the city wall to the four guards, threw down the big gun, and rushed into the city gate hole.

"Brothers, work hard!"

Seeing that the city gate revealed a gap of one person, Ding Shuo ran a few steps, moved forward with his right shoulder, and hit all the weight of his body on the city gate. After this collision, the originally crumbling city gate was maintained at a balance point again; And Ding Shuo, who had just experienced a "torture", also started a fight to the death with the Huashen Sect dead soldiers outside the city.

After another two quarters of an hour of such a fierce attack, the enemy retreated like a tide with a crisp sound of gold......

"Retreat! The enemy is back! ”

A joyful call, mixed with a cry of nothingness, swirled over Qingshan City; And Ding Shuo, who was weak and had been in a high fever, just smiled and stuck to the city gate, tilted his head, and slowly slid to the ground......

It didn't take long for him to feel the back of his hand pressed on his forehead in a daze; Immediately, his body was light, and he staggered off the ground......

The "guard" who is responsible for guarding the West Gate is He Wendao, the great shaman of Youbei Third Road. He held the unconscious Ding Shuo in his arms this time, and was just about to walk towards the pharmacy, but remembered that the warehouse of the pharmacy was already empty, so he smiled self-deprecatingly, and gently snuggled the others to the edge of the city wall.

He straightened his antlers shaman crown with both hands, and looked at Ding Shuo, whose breathing was weakening, and his mind spun rapidly.

In shamanism, the accessories of the great shaman are strictly regulated; Different objects have different meanings. For example, shamans need to wear animal spirits: the antler crown represents the wise man, the bearskin pendant represents bravery, and the tiger tooth pendant represents the sorcery cultivation.

The goddess shaman needs to be crowned with bird feathers, and the number of feather colors is used to distinguish the degree of personal cultivation. The three colors are witches, the six colors are the soul, and the nine colors are the spirit; The symbolism of the beast spirit is basically the same.

Today's great shaman He Wendao only has the qualification to wear a crown of antlers, which symbolizes his knowledge and cultivation of mastery of shamanic teachings; But the tiger teeth on his neck and the bear skin on his back, he is not qualified to wear them now. But if after this battle, if he can walk out of Qingshan City alive with his head held high; At least the bearskin that symbolizes bravery will never be able to run.

The sunset has been sinking in the west for 500 years, and the yellow sand of the Yuhe River dyes the blue sky.

The banner of the wind is unfurled, and the demons are eliminated and then the immortals are sealed.

Grass shop in spring and autumn death, and dense pine forest in winter and summer.

A star in the sky fell into the earth.

The East Dipper is divided into three stars, and the West Dipper is four stars and a lamp.

The Southern Dipper has six falling pythons, and there are many crape myrtles in the mouth of the North Dipper.

The overlord bridge is out of the horizontal bones, and the ascetic cultivation on the Aoyun Peak is immortal.

Refining people and horses in Chaoyang Cave, the method of eliminating diseases and disasters is boundless.

This is the first time in his life that the shamanic sage He Wendao prayed for the spirit. Due to the compulsion of the war situation, he did not bring a drum and a whip and a weapon to protect the law; There is not even a god to help; He originally planned to beat the beat in his heart and read the "manuscript" according to the sacrificial words left by Li Xuanyu.

Rao is He Wendao's medical attainments, but after all, it is difficult to resist the obstacle of "cooking without rice".

Fundamentally speaking, although He Wendao is the successor of Youbei Shamanism, he is also a personal disciple of Li Xuanyu; But he himself, like Shen Gui, is a typical "atheist". And the reason why he chose to delve into the ancient shamanic language was only to translate the ancient remnants that were on the verge of being lost as much as possible, and to continue this once glorious but now declining ancient civilization.

As for the "carry forward" that Bagh thinks about day and night, He Wendao has no interest.

Now that Ding Shuo was tormented by pain and hunger, he only had one breath left, and he could only bite the bullet and recite this prayer. It can be said that it is an experiment of "a dead horse as a live horse doctor", or it can be said that he is using this ancient way to bid farewell to this outstanding general.

However, as soon as the first prayer came out, his whole consciousness drifted out. For the rest of the prayers, he listened to himself chant from the perspective of a bystander......

It feels so weird!

However, when the last line of the song was finished, a gust of wind struck the northwest dry sky, like an invisible steel knife, cutting off the two antlers on the crown of He Wendao's head; And after the strong wind, Fang had already seen Ding Shuo, who was dead, but suddenly opened his eyes!

Woo Buzz...... Knock knock......

Before the two could speak, they only listened to the horns outside the city and the drums of war; The Shenshi Army, which had just retreated, actually launched an offensive again!