Chapter 16: Return to the South (3)

Wu County, Jianping County

The tall green hills stretch endlessly, and there are countless ones that you see over one after another, as if there is no end.

It was getting late, and a young man on the mountain path was walking with difficulty with a white-haired old man on his back, and the old man was tired and groggy on the young man's broad back. The boy's chest and back were already soaked, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his cheeks fell one by one on the winding mountain road. It can be seen that the young man is already relying on pure perseverance to persevere, staggering with the old man on his back, as if he will fall to the ground and roll down the mountain in the next second.

I don't know how long I walked, but the young man with a sluggish face and hard work suddenly raised his head, stopped, and listened carefully with his ears sideways.

After confirming the direction, the young man looked back at the unconscious old man behind him, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the sound of water tremblingly.

In a stream more than a foot wide, the young man lay horizontally in the one-foot-deep stream, letting the stream wash over his slightly trembling and scarred body, his head resting on a flat stone exposed to the water, his black and scattered hair swaying gently along the water, the young man closed his eyes, and kept moaning slightly as the cool stream flowed through his body.

The old man with scattered white hair who couldn't see his face clearly was still lying in a coma on the grass by the stream at this time, as if the sound of the stream and the fragrance of the grass were only in fairyland, and the breath of the old man lying on his back gradually stabilized, as if he was really asleep, quiet and serene.

After several days of running, one after another there are Qiang people chasing and killing, although the number is not much, but one time more insidious, after entering the mountainous area, Jiang Ge and Fu Bo thought that they could finally take a breath and relaxed their vigilance, the Huns were reluctant to enter the mountainous areas, but who knew that the mediocre Qiang people were chasing after them, the Qiang people were thin and flexible, the best at crossing the mountains and mountains, the Qiang people who lived in the mountains for generations were like the Huns walking on the plains in the mountains and forests.

In the past few days of entering the mountains, Jiang Ge and the two have had enough of the suffering of the Qiang people, the scouts of the ten-person team are wave after wave, and the two of them are not given a chance to breathe, and even in the middle of the night, there will be various sneak attacks, and the pursued Jiang Ge is exhausted, even if one person is facing twenty people, there is not much pressure, but the ten-person team of the Qiang people uses the intricate terrain and vegetation of the mountains and forests, and all kinds of shady assassination tricks are endless. Finally, after Jiang Ge killed the fifth group of ten people in the afternoon, the tense nerves finally relaxed, and Jiang Ge lost the feeling of being stared at death in Jiang Ge's subconscious perception.

Therefore, when I met a stream at night, I dared to lie so horizontally in the stream, and I was really exhausted by the assassination of the past few days, which was more laborious and physically demanding than being chased and killed by the Huns.

Jiang Ge wondered why the Qiang people didn't pursue, maybe it was too far away from Shangyong, maybe the casualties were too heavy, or it was out of their defense area. But no matter what the reason is, at this moment, Jiang Ge just wanted to lie motionless in the somewhat cold stream, if there was another team, Jiang Ge felt that he really didn't want to fight back.

About half an hour later, Jiang Ge cleaned his body completely, sprinkled wounds on more than ten wounds, tied the already tattered cyan robe around his waist, and carried the already unconscious Fu Bo back towards the source of the stream.

An hour later, Jiang Ge found the source of the stream, which was a small waterfall the size of a bucket falling from the top of the mountain, and there was a small pool three or four zhang wide about ten zhang away, the water was not deep, and it was just waist-high. There is a crack in the rock wall of the mountain by the waterhole, and you can probably get into it with a cat. Jiang Ge's body has developed over the years like a sturdy young man in his twenties, tall and strong.

Jiang Ge first lit the fire and went into the stone crack to take a look, the space in the stone crack is very large, about a few zhang high, and there are also stone walls several zhang high around, the more you go inside, the smaller the space, Jiang Ge only roughly checked the terrain and did not go deep, there is a water source outside, this stone cave can shelter from the wind and rain, and you can have a good rest at night.

The shirtless Jiang Ge first dragged Fu Bo into the stone cave and leaned against the nearby wall, then searched for many dry branches and trunks and some dead grass, and then touched a dozen smooth stones of different sizes that had long been washed by the stream in the stream, and built a circular simple stone furnace next to Fu Bo, and then set up the dead branches, lit the hay, and the fire burned quickly in the furnace, Jiang Ge used three half-human high branches to stand together, took off the wet and tattered robe around his waist and hung it on the branches, After a while, a puff of green smoke slowly rose from the robe.

Jiang Ge, who was sitting naked by the fire and roasting the fire, looked at the mist on his clothes and was a little distracted, he and Fu Bo set off from Tianmen Peak outside Chang'an in early March, and now they have been walking for almost forty days. Except for the first five days when it was calm and smooth, the rest of the days were basically on the way to being hunted down. As a result, he and Fu Bo did not act according to the line drawn up by the Bai family before. If we had followed the plan, we would have crossed the river and reached the territory of Wuling by now. I should have slept comfortably in the big bed a long time ago, eating white flour steamed buns and stewed meat. But he didn't regret killing those Huns at the beginning, as long as he met him, Jiang Ge would make a move whenever and wherever he could, and if he did it again, he would still not let them go. It's just that he won't act recklessly like that, he will definitely watch carefully before leaving, and he must kill him with one blow so that no one escapes.

"Water! Water! Fu Bo's hoarse voice interrupted Jiang Ge's thoughts, Jiang Ge saw this, picked up the bamboo tube that had just been filled with water, gently helped Fu Bo with one hand, and slowly fed Fu Bo to drink the cold stream water. Xu is stream water was too cold, Fu Bo, who was originally unconscious, slowly woke up after drinking a few sips of water, his eyes gently opened and looked around, and then looked at Jiang Ge who was holding him. "Ahem", Fauber coughed a few times and felt a little more comfortable in his chest, and after drinking the water, he recovered some energy, and he tried to sit up with his hands on the ground, but it was also because of his physical exhaustion, and he struggled twice to barely sit against the wall. After Fu Bo took the bamboo tube in the ginger singer and drank a few sips of stream water, he felt that the hot internal organs were a little more comfortable, and after taking a few breaths, he looked at the young man who had sat opposite him with a fire and his arms and bare arms, seven or eight knife wounds on his arms and chests were shocking, and the old man's heart that had calmed down a little rose and fell again, this is distressing, it is guilty, these injuries are all suffered for himself, the old man's hand holding the bamboo tube trembled a little, and his eyes were filled with layers of tears, reflecting the flames in front of him, shining.

Jiang Ge didn't speak, and after Fu Bo came over, he saw that Jiang Ge was pondering and didn't make a sound, Fu Bo looked at Jiang Ge, and Jiang Ge looked at the flames.

Jiang Ge is reviewing the pursuit along the way, from the Xiongnu to the Qiang people, the soldiers of the two races, they have faced dozens of people, the Hun rangers are galloping in the wide area, the destructive power of dozens of war horses roaring past, the soldiers on the horse can easily cut the enemy into two pieces just by holding the weapon, and the bow and arrow of the ranger are more powerful and faster, and they have also been hit by two arrows, and the inertia after the arrow is shot can make the arrow easily penetrate the body of ordinary people, even if it is a martial artist like himself who has practiced special alchemy, The Ranger's arrows are also very lethal. Ordinary leather armor can be easily pierced, let alone naked flesh.

The Qiang people are good at fighting in the mountains and forests, whether it is tracking or concealment, they are very good at it, and if they are not careful, they don't know which direction the arrows they shoot can make a life disappear quickly, and there are many traps that cannot be guarded against. In a one-on-one battle, the Qiang people have the same sensitivity as monkeys, and they move from tree to tree at will.

In the case that the difference in strength between the two sides is not large, if it is in a wide area, the Hun cavalry is invincible. If they fought in the hilly and mountainous areas, the advantage of the Qiang was obvious. The Huns have lived on horseback since childhood, while the Qiang people have lived in rugged mountains and forests since childhood.

When defending the city in Chang'an, the hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu troops could not break the defenders who only had hundreds of thousands of troops on all sides, not because of how powerful the defenders were, but because the Huns were not good at attacking the city, and the defenders occupied the geographical advantage.

Attacking the strengths of the other with one's own shortcomings, winning less and losing more, the price paid if you want to win is bound to be huge. Attacking the weaknesses of the other with one's own strengths and winning more with less can not only win in battle, but also play the role of a surprise soldier. If the battle of governing people and governing one's body is even more uncontrollable.

Jiang Ge picked up a small branch and wrote and drew on the ground, and finally finished the painting and smoothed the ash on the ground with his hands and repainted it again. Seeing this, Fu Bo didn't want to disturb the young master's review and contemplation, and gradually fell asleep after drinking a few sips of water.

Fu Bo had already taken a life-sustaining pill before and there were not many external injuries, but because of the exhaustion of running around and the physical exhaustion of physical and mental exhaustion, not to mention that a lot of age is really unbearable, and it will be fine if he recovers slowly after taking medicine.

Jiang Ge looked up at Fu Bo, who had fallen asleep, walked to the entrance of the cave and listened carefully to the movement outside for a while, there was no other sound except the sound of water, Jiang Ge got the branch used to cover the entrance of the cave and returned to the fire to continue to write and draw on the ground.

Continue to review and think in my heart, the military books I read before have been vividly experienced in this month-long pursuit, the bravery of one person is as useless as ants in the battle array, and the sound of horses' hooves when a dozen war horses are chasing behind can cause a huge sense of tension, if it is a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand?

What should we do if we face tens of thousands of Qiang people in the mountains and forests? The battle array was useless, there were too many coverings, and ordinary archers couldn't even see people clearly. There are countless traps, and you may die early before you even see anyone.

Jiang Ge seemed a little discouraged at this time, since he was ten years old, he had been practicing battle formations and strategies with his family soldiers in the manor outside Chang'an City.

Thinking of the group of soldiers who grew up with him, Jiang Ge felt uncomfortable, threw away the branches in his hands, rubbed his face with both hands, and then lay on his side on the ground and closed his eyes.

I hope I won't see those monkey-like Qiang people tomorrow.

In a few days we will be on the river.

Insist, if you want to live, Fubo must also live.