After hearing the sound of the enemy's attack, Heifu's team reflexively jumped up from the ground and assembled as fast as they could.

In the face of an unknown number of enemies, the only way to increase your chances of survival is to form a battle formation.

The soldiers looked nervously at the dense woods, and there was silence around them, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

But the soldier who had been shot through the throat with a bow and arrow had proved that the enemy was hiding around.

"Protect the materiel!"

The company commander shouted loudly.

Hefu swallowed, excited and terrified at the moment.

The situation was the same as he had hoped for before he left, and it was his chance, and he tried to make himself less afraid, for as long as he had made a gain this time and returned to safety alive, the reward was indispensable.

But he was not satisfied with a reward, he wanted to make a meritorious service, a merit that would make him stand out.

He also wanted to take a look at the prosperous and rich Chang'an City.

The militia has protected the food and grass tightly, some soldiers have prepared torches, if the enemy is difficult to resist, the first thing to do is to destroy the supplies, this is one of the armies of Daqi.

It is better to destroy it than to leave it for the enemy's use.

Suddenly, there was a faint rustling sound in the woods.

A moment later, a dense rain of arrows whizzed through the woods.

"Defense!"

The sword and shield hand also reacted very quickly, and the moment he found the arrow coming, he made a defensive move.

A dense rain of arrows hit the shield with a clanging sound.

It's just that the enemy's arrows are only crude bone arrows, and only a few unlucky ghosts were shot in the face, screaming and being dragged behind by the soldiers behind, and hurriedly filling the vacant position.

"Archers! Shoot the arrows! ”

Having withstood a wave of enemy attacks, the company commander immediately ordered to return fire.

It's just that the enemy is hiding in the shadows, and the salvo is obviously of little use, and the archers can only shoot freely.

Although the militia is not a regular army, with nearly a year of training and a full meal, the skills of the archers in the militia are not equal.

Under the free fire, those enemies who had been hiding in the United States and Europe fell to the ground one after another.

The bow and arrow are not fire, and if they are not pulled once, it is a huge test of people's arm strength.

After the two sides exchanged bows and arrows for nearly ten minutes, the rain of arrows stopped.

The robbers, who knew that there was no way out, rushed out of the dense forest, and killed the Qi people one by one.

Looking at the black and pressing enemy who came out of the dense forest, the company commander's eyelids jumped wildly.

The number of enemies was too many, and the black pressure seemed to be all over the mountains, and there were strange screams that made people chill all over the body.

"Steady, spearmen step forward, sword and shield men protect the wings."

The company commander shouted hoarsely.

Heifu clenched his spear nervously, sweat sliding down his cheeks, seeping into the dirt as soon as it fell to the ground.

Looking at the hideous man wielding a stone axe and killing at his side.

Heifu yelled, "Kill!" ”

"Poof!"

The sharp spear easily pierced the big man's chest, and Heifu didn't even look at it, but mechanically withdrew the spear, shouted again and again, and stabbed the spear out in his hand again and again.

But there are so many enemies that these people, as if they are not afraid of death, trample on the corpses of their companions, like demons crawling out of hell, trying to tear the humans who stand in their way to pieces.

There have been casualties on the Qi army's side, especially after seeing his Wu Chang being hit in the head by a flying axe and dying, Heifu was filled with grief in his heart, although Wu Chang was not a relative to him, but he took care of them very much, and he had already regarded him as his brother.

Now that the river is close to a tragic death, the grief-stricken Heifu, with his hands stained with blood, wiped his tears, threw away the broken spear, drew his waist knife, and roared wildly to kill a Miao man with a hideous expression.

The shouts of killing echoed along the banks of this unknown river, and the blood donations flowed into the river, looking extremely dazzling.

The Miao people are fierce, and the Qi people are tenacious in resisting.

Under the repeated fighting between the two sides, dead bodies have been left all over the ground.

Heifu no longer knew how many people had been hacked to death, and the rudimentary armor had long since lost its defense, and the messy armor pieces hung on his body.

The grain transport team of nearly 200 people, the casualties have already exceeded nearly forty percent at this moment, and the remaining Qi troops gathered together, and there is no retreat in their eyes, only a strong hatred for the enemy.

Looking at the Qi people who were like the gods of war, these robbers finally felt fear.

The company commander, who was like a bloody man, carried the waist knife that had already collapsed, and roared in a low voice: "Three times to listen to the order!" Kill the enemy with me! ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

。。。。。。

The remaining soldiers, carrying knives, slowly walked towards the Miao people.

And those Miao people retreated step by step in panic.

Knowing that there was the first one who couldn't withstand the oppression brought by the Qi people and turned around and fled, the Miao people, who had no fighting spirit, were suddenly defeated like a mountain, and fled in all directions.

The Qi people did not pursue, and after the enemy fled, the company commander finally used his last strength, and his eyes were very serious, and he fell to the ground.

"Company commander!"

Seeing this, the soldiers immediately panicked.

The adjutant sighed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Quick, get the water!"

Heifu knelt weakly on the bright red soil, the team he was in, counting the two of them left, the brothers who used to get along day and night, were lying on the cold soil at the moment.

The living companion walked up to Hefu and patted him on the shoulder, Captain Wu They are dead, we are still alive, we send them home.

When Heifu heard this, he was suddenly struck by lightning, and he couldn't imagine that his original promise would be fulfilled so quickly.

He would rather not have this promise as long as his brothers were alive.

The companion sighed and stumbled towards the corpses.

Hefu wiped his tears, picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground, and with his only companion, gathered up his brother's corpse and carefully wiped the dirt from their faces.

"Captain Wu, brothers, don't worry, I will take you home."

Heifu endured the grief in his heart, straightened his chest, and performed a standard military salute, which was the highest respect for the battle death robe.

After drinking some water, the company commander woke up leisurely.

Looking at the embarrassed army, as well as the corpse that had already become extremely cold, a trace of grief appeared on the face that had stiffened for an unknown number of years.

But he knows that others can be cowardly, he can't, he still has a task to complete, as long as he is there, the task must be carried on.

Let people collect dry firewood, cremate the robes killed in battle, and carry their ashes, and the grain convoy continues to march towards the east.

Only this time, there was no smile on everyone's faces, and they were dull like a team of yin soldiers walking through the sun.