The wind is blowing.

The salty mountain breeze swirled vigorously in the forest, blowing the grass and trees in this steep valley in the Panlong Mountains in southern Liaoning, stirring up a series of strange whistling sounds.

Under the repeated blows of this strong mountain wind, the body that had been lying on its stomach in the grass and trees of the valley here, dressed in tattered and tight blue-brown shorts, as if it had died, suddenly moved, and then spat out a few indistinct characters from its mouth.

"Water, drink water。。。。。。"

Although the man who woke up from his slumber was still lying on the ground, his muttering made the faces of the two onlookers, who were also wearing tattered tight shorts, look of surprise on their faces.

"Good fellow, finally awake! Xiao Er, quick, give him a mouthful! ”

Among the two, an old man with a pale complexion and a wrinkled face shouted anxiously to the young man who was still stunned.

The young man named Xiao Er hurriedly took out the water bladder from his body, unscrewed the wooden stopper, and immediately poured it into the mouth of the person lying on the ground.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Xiao Er's movements were urgent and rude, and he poured it too quickly, so that the person who was choking on his stomach coughed violently.

"How is it, Brother Li Xiao, are you better?"

Xiao Er threw away the water bladder, gently helped the person lying on his stomach up, and asked urgently.

What Xiao Er never expected was that Li Xiao, who was helped up by him, pushed him away violently.

"Who are you? How did I get here? What is this place? ”

Hearing these words of the person who woke up from a coma, Xiao Er and the old man next to him were full of surprise.

They were surprised to see that this Li Xiao, who had woken up from a coma, was looking at themselves with a strange and vigilant look.

"Li Xiao, you, what's wrong with you? Are you confused? I'm your uncle. The old man looked surprised and asked in a trembling voice.

The old man asked anxiously, but the person he called Li Xiao suddenly darkened his eyes and fell into silence.

Li Xiao couldn't explain what happened to him.

At this moment, he still clearly remembers that he was an ordinary college graduate, 21 years old this year, just became a workshop technician, and accidentally stepped on the air and fell from this cliff during a field trip。。。。。。

Technician Li Xiao never expected that his soul would travel through hundreds of years and be attached to this ordinary hunter who is also called Li Xiao and is also 21 years old.

Li Xiao, an ordinary hunter in this world, was completely replaced by Li Xiao in later generations in an absurd way.

When Li Xiao woke up, he had actually inherited all the memories of this young hunter. It's just that Li Xiao still can't accept this almost ridiculous thing happening to him from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, Li Xiao subconsciously pushed away Xiao Er, who was supporting him, and almost instinctively asked these few words, in fact, he hoped that everything that appeared in front of him was not real, but just a strange dream.

At the same time, he quickly and quietly wrenched his thigh.

Pain to the bone.

Damn, it seems that Lao Tzu has really crossed over.

Li Xiao let out a long sigh and answered the old man's question.

The memories of this life have saved Li Xiao from the trouble of recognizing people and things that many traversers have to face.

The memory of this life told him that the two people on the opposite side were the same as himself, they were the villagers of Shantun not far from the foot of this Panlong Mountain, one was Xiao Daquan, the old hunter of the village, and the other was Xiao Daquan's cousin Xiao Er.

At the same time, Li Xiao also knew that the era he traveled through was the sixth year of Chongzhen at the end of the Ming Dynasty, that is, in 1633 AD.

At this time, it was the end of the seventh month of the lunar calendar. And just over a week ago, an earth-shattering event occurred in southern Liaoning.

In the sixth year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, at the beginning of July (1633 AD), the Later Jin Tartar Chieftain Taiji ordered the Red Flag Gushan Ezhen Yue and the Zhenglan Banner Lord Dege to lead a total of 10,000 elite Jin troops, together with Kong Youde and Geng Zhongming's more than 10,000 surrendered troops, and attacked Lushunkou from both land and sea.

Huang Long, the general soldier of Dongjiang Town, led all the defenders to attack the enemy bravely, and after a bloody battle, he was finally defeated because of "all the gunpowder and arrows". On July 7, the main general Huang Long was martyred in battle, and his subordinates Li Weiluan, Xiang Zuolin, Fan Hualong, Zhang Dalu, Shang Keyi, etc. were all **** their families, and then they were all killed in the bloody battle. At that time, on the day of the city's destruction, nearly 10,000 men, women, and children in Lushun became prisoners of the Houjin army.

After the destruction of Lushun City, the Houjin army plundered and killed nearby villages, and the backer Tun at the foot of Panlong Mountain, not far from Lushun City, was also slaughtered, all the villagers in the village were killed, and the houses in the village were also burned and plundered.

Only Xiao Daquan and Li Xiao, these two hunters happened to go into the mountains to hunt a few days ago, and Fang was lucky to escape this catastrophe.

When the Houjin army entered the village, Xiao Er was digging mud in the well outside the village, and after hiding in the well for a day with bated breath, Fang was lucky to save his life.

After Xiao Daquan and the others returned to the village, they couldn't help but be horrified when they saw that the whole village had become a ruined wall, and there were dead bodies everywhere.

Seeing the two coming back, Xiao Er, who was crying while cleaning up the dead bodies of the villagers everywhere, cried to the two of them about the Houjin army's crime of slaughtering the village. All three wept profusely, gritting their teeth and vowing revenge.

According to the plan of the old hunter Xiao Daquan, it is to intercept and kill a few Houjin Tartars in this Panlong Valley, and use their ugly heads to pay tribute to the innocent villagers in the whole village, and avenge this blood sea for them.

Xiao Daquan's plan was unanimously approved by Li Xiao and his cousin Xiao Er in this world. Now, although the Houjin army has basically withdrawn to Shenyang, there are still small groups of Houjin troops who will retreat intermittently after looting from Lushun City from time to time, and this narrow valley on Panlong Mountain is an ideal place to ambush the Houjin army.

The three of them did what they said, and after cleaning up and burying the corpses of the villagers, the three of them ate something to fill their stomachs, and then each came to this dragon mountain with bows, arrows and swords to set up an ambush.

Who knows, while climbing a steep slope, there was an accident.

Li Xiao in this life was anxious for revenge, and he was eager to climb, but he stepped on the air, fell heavily from the steep slope, and was seriously injured and unconscious.

Li Xiao in real history, in this nameless slope, finally came to the end of his life helplessly.

It's just that no one could have imagined that the original history was quietly rewritten from this moment on. Because Li Xiao in later generations, in an inexplicable way, his soul was attached to this ordinary Orion Li Xiao who passed out.

In fact, there is one point that is the most secret pain in Li Xiao's heart, because he is just a soul worn by this ordinary Orion who is like a mustard by namelessness. Instead of becoming an emperor, prince or prince like those overwhelming crossings on the Internet, there is no golden finger, so that he has invincible skills that no one else can match, and then has a happy life such as waking up to the power of the world and drunk and lying on the knees of beauties.

Li Xiao secretly sighed that he had bad luck, he had just crossed into this chaotic era at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and before he could breathe a sigh, he had to immediately face a life-and-death battle, and the difficulty of crossing was too high.

Li Xiao, who broke free from his memories, suddenly had an indescribable feeling of upset.

Of course, there is also inexplicable sadness.

Li Xiao had read some Ming history in college in his previous life, and he knew some stories about the end of the Ming Dynasty. He knew that after the Houjin army captured Lushun, some villages around Lushun, in order to resist the Tartar atrocities, there were indeed some very small spontaneous attacks on the Tartars.

Li Xiao can be sure that the original Li Xiao in this world, even if he did not fall to his death, is very likely to be the same as Xiao Daquan and Xiao Er, and will die in this ambush battle, like an insignificant wisp of light smoke passing away with the wind, and will not leave any traces in history.

Li Xiao, whose soul came through, subconsciously didn't want to bury his life in vain with just a bloody courage in this near-death ambush plan.

"Uncle Daquan, I think we should discuss it again, this plan to ambush the Tartars may not be appropriate."

Li Xiao finally hesitated to say this sentence that he immediately regretted.

Hearing Li Xiao's words, Xiao Daquan and Xiao Er couldn't help but glance at each other with a look of disbelief and consternation.

What's going on? Li Xiao, who originally shouted the fiercest and most resolute to avenge the villagers, why did he retreat from the battle so shamelessly?

"Smack!"

A fierce slap slapped Li Xiao in the face.

On the left side of Li Xiao's face, five thick finger prints immediately appeared.

Li Xiao, who gritted his teeth, stared indifferently at Xiao Daquan's trembling right hand pointing at him in front of him.

"Li Xiao, you, you bastard! Have you forgotten your mother, how your daughter-in-law died tragically under the Tartar knife? Xiao Daquan's angry voice exploded in Li Xiao's ears.

"Xiao Er, you tell this bastard again, his mother, his daughter-in-law, how did she die!"

Xiao Daquan turned his head and shouted at Xiao Er, who was frowning and stunned.

"Brother Xiao, that day, when I came out of the well, your mother had been beheaded by a tartar, and blood flowed all over the ground, and her head and head rolled in the ditch of the cowpen. Your daughter-in-law, she, she was naked, she was disemboweled by the Tartars, her intestines flowed all over the ground, and a large swarm of flies stung her。。。。。。 Xiao Er's voice trembled, with an expression that wanted to speak but couldn't bear it.

"Say no more!!"

Li Xiao, whose face was distorted, burst out with green tendons on his forehead, and burst out with a suppressed roar, and then covered his head in pain.

"Li Xiao, you bastard! Who is it that shouts for revenge in the morning! Who is shouting that you will sacrifice your mother, your daughter-in-law and the whole village with the head of a tartar? Now that I'm here, I'm actually retreating! You, compared to your father who died on the battlefield, are really fucking ****! It's really a shame for your bastard's good martial arts! ”

Xiao Er was silent, and Xiao Daquan was still angry and hateful.

Li Xiao was silent, and he was immersed in his memories, and he responded to Xiao Daquan's scolding with an expressionless face.

In the memory of this life, he remembered that his father Li Yi was a junior officer in the Ming Army, with a position of general and quite good skills. The tiger father has no dogs, the young Li Xiao follows his father to practice martial arts every day, and his kung fu is also quite good, especially because he is tall and strong, and he is a natural good material for martial arts. When Li Yi was alive, he often secretly sighed, my son's kung fu, he will be above me one day.

It's just that since Li Yi died in the battle of Daling River the year before last, the Li family has lost their source of food and clothing. The Ming army was extremely corrupt at this time, and the soldiers who died in battle could not get the court's pension at all, so it would be good to have a handful of soil and a coffin to clean up the bones.

Li Yi is honest and honest, does not govern the industry, and only one ancestral house has been handed down in this Lushun Gushantun old home. Li Xiao's mother, Hu Shi, had no choice but to take her son back to her hometown and let her son Li Xiao follow Xiao Daquan, a hunter in the village, to hunt for a living. and told Li Xiao about a girl in the same village, the two families have been engaged, and they are preparing to get married to this girl after the autumn is cool this year.

I never imagined that I thought that the days could be spent as peacefully as flowing water, but who knew that there would be such a terrible thing as the Tartar slaughtering village, and the poor mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law who did not pass through the door died tragically under the butcher's knife of the Tartars.

"Li Xiao, you bastard! You still claim to be the number one hero in my backing mountain, what a shame on your ancestors! My old Xiao is blind, I never expected you to be so greedy for life and afraid of death! If you escape at this moment, then what face will you have in the future to face your tragic death of your mother and daughter-in-law, and what face will you face the dozens of resentful souls of the villagers in the whole village of Shantun, and what face will you have to live between this heaven and earth! ”

Xiao Daquan's angry words exploded in Li Xiao's ears sentence by sentence, so that Li Xiao had originally thought in his heart to stay in Qingshan, not afraid of rebuttals such as no firewood, and he could no longer confide in.

Li Xiao found himself in a huge moral dilemma.

He sighed secretly in his heart, in fact, I, Li Xiao, just don't want you, the last villagers of Shantun, to sacrifice again in this battle. After all, with only the three of us, with the shoddy weapons in their hands, to fight against the cruel and ferocious Tartars who have experienced a hundred battles, the chances of survival are too small.

The blood feud of the Tartar slaughter village, of course, must be avenged! It's just that you can really only fight with all your blood, and at most change the result of the same end? Then, when I came to this world, I am just a wisp of dust that passes away with the wind, and the impact on history will be so small, which makes me feel willing to be a human being in two lives!

However, if he doesn't fight, Li Xiao himself will not be able to pass the threshold of family affection and conscience. Although he is a human being in two lives, he has inherited the memory of Li Xiao in this life, if he really retreats, he is afraid that he will suffer from his conscience day and night, and what face will he have in this world!

Li Xiao suddenly remembered a sentence from the Italian historian Croce in his previous life: "All human history is chaotic, contradictory, and conflicting with each other, and there is no absolute distinction between them." ”

At this time, Li Xiao deeply realized the true meaning of this sentence.

"Uncle Daquan, don't say it, I'll do it!"

Li Xiao, who was silent, finally spoke slowly but firmly.

As soon as Li Xiao finished speaking, Xiao Daquan slapped Li Xiao on the shoulder with excitement.

"Li Xiao, uncle, I know that you are confused for a while. How can you, a good man with good martial arts, not avenge our fellow villagers in Shantun? Xiao Daquan's face suddenly stretched out, revealing joy.

Li Xiao gave him a bitter smile in return.

Li Xiao knew in his heart that the martial arts he had cultivated in the military camp since he was a child could be said to be much stronger than the pure Orion Xiao Daquan and Xiao Er, and if he did not participate in this ambush battle, with the martial arts of these two people, he would definitely not be sure of success.

"Uncle Daquan, I have a request." Li Xiao thought for a while and said.

"You say."

"When a tartar comes, you must all obey my command." Li Xiao's words were low, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

"Medium!"

Xiao Daquan and Xiao Er replied almost in unison.

Yes, why don't you listen to it, after all, among the three, Li Xiao has the highest martial arts and the best archery skills, and he has learned a little rough art of war from his father before, so it is the most natural to listen to his arrangement.

After the three of them agreed, they entered the steep slope on the side of Panlong Mountain not far away and set up an ambush, where the grass is deep and the trees are dense, which is a good place for ambush.

The forest wind was howling, the grass and trees were sluggish, and the three of them didn't speak anymore, they could only hear each other's heavy breathing.

About half an hour later, the setting sun gradually set, smearing the silent mountain forest with a dark red like blood.

At this time, in Li Xiao's ears, he suddenly heard the subtle but clear sound of horses' hooves, and Xiao Er, who was on the far left, exclaimed in a low voice: "Brother Xiao, look, there are four Tartars riding over at the mouth of the valley!" ”