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Wu Jing is a typical Jin people, who grew up in the lower palace since he was a child, and was born, traveled, and happy.

In addition to the farming, men are obliged to go up the mountains in November to hunt, and when they hunt the best fox furs, they have to give them to the nobles as furs, and they have to give them to the lord when they hunt rabbits and rats, and they have to give to the lord when they hunt deer and sheep.

Of course, the lord of the Zhao family is not stingy, not only giving them a large mu during the field war, but also having low taxes, and from time to time there are also banquets and food from the countryside, so the Wujing family has a good life, at least they can have food and clothing. He has Kun's father and brothers, as well as his aunts and sisters, all of whom are grateful to the Zhao family and say that they are fortunate to be the citizens of the Zhao family. Unlike other distant relatives under the rule of the emperor, they are busy working all year round, but in the winter they have no clothes and no brown, and they can't even make up a piece of meat that is offered to their ancestors during the wax sacrifice......

So before the age of twenty-one, Wu Jing's life was half a year of hard work and half a year of leisure. He could lie down under a tree with lush foliage next to a pond yellowed in the sun after farming, and close his eyes in the shade and fall asleep peacefully.

The warmth of the sun, the scent of corn, the rustle of the leaves in the wind, the ants crawling across the ground, the call of his companions looking for him, this is how Wu Jing's life was before he joined the army. But after he enlisted in the army and joined Zhao Wuxian's men, his life was no longer so smooth in daily life, but bumpy in the wind and waves. He has endured trials, suffered disgraces, received honors, witnessed wonders, and wealth and food that he had never thought of before.

More of course, blood and fire!

When I opened my eyes, everything in the past was long gone, Wu Jing was wrapped in a blanket, curled up on the head of the cold Xiaoyi City, the darkness shrouded this lonely city, and the ground was full of black people, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a corpse that had not had time to be cleaned up or a soldier who was tired and lying down.

The light of the whole world is only the torches lit by the sentries and the 10,000 fireflies outside the city......

No, it wasn't fireflies, it was an untold number of enemy barracks......

……

Wu Jing completely woke up from his dream, yes, they were defending against the enemy army in Taigu, in case they quickly approached Yiguan. He succeeded, and after inflicting two hundred dead and wounded, he inflicted heavy losses on twice as many enemy troops as he did, driving them off the walls.

He could not sleep, so he got up with his cloak on, and made his rounds about the city.

After a hard day's fighting, everyone felt sleepy, and many of the soldiers had begun to sleep with their backs against the female wall, and at the head of this cold wall, they curled up and held their weapons, and these honest soldiers forgot all their troubles at this moment, and slowly fell asleep. Some people sobbed like children in their dreams, while others smiled brightly, just like Wu Jing before.

What are the people staying here for? Zhao Bing is accustomed to obeying military discipline and attaching importance to honor, while Shangdang Han Bing is to let their gentleman Han Hu successfully retreat to the west of Taihang with his family. It is said that the Fan clan and the remnants of the Bank of China in the enemy army outside the city have absorbed a large number of scoundrels and evil teenagers, and the military discipline is not very good.

"Ahh

Screams suddenly sounded from the city, without the slightest warning, at first Wu Jing thought that someone was having a nightmare and screaming, but the sound of fighting immediately made him realize that something was wrong!

There were already dozens of enemy troops who had climbed the city and were fighting to the death with Zhao Bing, while Wu Jing was looking out of the city with a faint light, and the people in the distance were moving, and the enemy army began to attack the city again!

In the next moment, smoke and arrows rained down on the sky, swallowing the clouds and the moon, shooting many of the guards at the head of the city. Wu Jing almost died, a long arrow full of strength grazed his cheek, and when the blood slid down, Wu Jing felt a hot pain on his face.

But he didn't care about his injuries, shouted and organized a counterattack, and a scattered rain of arrows fell from the city, rushing headlong into the enemy formation, but only a few screams were caused, most of which were blocked by the skinned shield.

"Click, click......" A series of sounds sounded, and countless ladders were erected on the city wall, and then someone climbed up, was stabbed to death by Wu Jing with a spear, and pushed down with the ladder.

Under the city, under the cover of bows and arrows, the enemy army began to storm the city wall, and not far away, a group of enemy troops began to mercilessly storm the city gate and wall with the felled trees.

The daytime offensive is still a temptation, and the real general offensive has just begun!

The guards are less than a thousand, and they are not even satisfied with the walls, how can they withstand such a three-sided assault of 10,000 people? Soon, the enemy army with more flowers attacked the city, and the defenders who lost the cover of the city wall could only forget to fight to the death, and only by killing the enemy who rushed to the city wall could they have a chance to defend it.

More Zhao soldiers died, the blood of the robes on the ground aroused the blood of the living, and these gradually cold corpses on the ground were brothers who ate in a kettle, they were recruited together, gathered under the banner of Xuanniao to train hard, and were given the title of "warriors" when they became an army, and went through several wars.

They didn't die in Dayozawa, they didn't die in Mengzhu, they didn't die in Muye, they didn't die in Fan and Gong, but they died in this small Taigu City? Their eyes were full of unwillingness, and they watched the robe that was like a sibling fall forever on this land that did not belong to the Zhao family, and the veterans of the warriors in the city roared loudly.

"Destiny Bird!"

……

This familiar voice evoked too many memories of Sergeant Zhao, and everyone was stunned for a moment, and more people responded in a trembling voice.

"Destiny Bird!"

They once again shouted the familiar battle cry, and even led the Han soldiers to join the call sign team, as if only in this way could they vent the grief and anger in their hearts. More and more guards rushed to the bloody walls, they needed revenge, they needed to drive the enemy away.

The city was screaming endlessly, and the seemingly unstoppable offensive of the enemy army was actually forced back twice......

It's a pity...... After killing a batch and a batch, there are too many enemy troops, and Zhiyao outside the city is also ruthless, regardless of casualties, just to take this tough little city, once discouraged, their great victory in attacking the party will inevitably be stagnant, at this time, they must not retreat!

Wu Jing also joined the ranks of the battle, his spear deflected, and he opened a sword that pierced him, and the tip of the spear pierced into the enemy's body, killing all the enemies in front of him, and continued to lead people to help another place.

But this is just a drop in the bucket, there are too many gaps to be plugged at all. The third and fourth attacks began almost without a gap, and under the military order that "those who retreat from battle will be killed", the enemy army poured lifeless towards the city. Soon, the eastern wall was lost, and the western wall was also knocked open with a large hole, and the enemy troops swarmed in.

After a day and a night of fighting alone, the guards at the head of the city were suddenly severely damaged, and they were divided into small war groups after long battles, and suffered merciless slaughter.

Fear spread like a plague, and the shadow of defeat suddenly pressed down on the mighty guards, destroying their will.

The soldiers, who did not have the belief of death, saw that the general situation was gone and chose to surrender. Only dozens of people with a will to die fought and retreated, retreating to the position of the Zhao banner, where there is a wall cover, and the road is also very narrow, one person guards, and ten people cannot enter.

They fought a bloody battle here, turning this place into a mill of flesh and blood, until the sky was exposed to the white belly of the fish, and the entire Xiaoyi fell, leaving only the small island next to the banner of Zhao's Xuanniao, and there were only more than ten people left......

In order to rush to the banner of the Zhao clan, the soldiers also killed and wounded nearly 100 people, and in such a narrow place, the number of people is no longer the decisive factor.

But in the end, the people who harvested their lives came, and under the advancement of the elite soldiers of the Zhi clan, the dying and struggling Zhao soldiers were put down one after another, and a samurai with a short sword and a strong suit stepped on a pool of blood and corpses to come to Wu Jing, who was covered in wounds, and looked at him with a trace of respect in his eyes.

Out of respect, he gave his name and two options.

"I am the minister of the Zhi clan."

"Will you surrender or die?"

……

Wu Jing gasped for breath and held on to the flagpole beside his hand. Last night's hard fighting, he experienced death threats again and again, and he was already seriously injured in more than one place. He felt his whole body tremble, the wound was bleeding non-stop, his heart was pounding, many parts of the touch seemed to have been lost, and his fingertips were numb.

I'm afraid that I will never be able to touch the bitter and leisurely rural life again.

How nostalgic it is, the chirping of insects and cicadas in the summer, the excitement of the wax festival, the spicy sake he tasted at the first village shooting ceremony, and the plump buttocks of the peasant girl who peeked at him and his partner when she bent over during the wheat cutting season......

It's all a dream, a bubble.

But he didn't regret joining the army at all, and he didn't regret being a courtier of the Zhao family.

Wu Jing got his own clan in the army, gained dignity and honor, and learned the way of loyalty and forgiveness. He embarked on a fair entry channel, and was talked about as a typical example of "a fierce general must rise from the ranks" in the army.

The faces of those dead robes flashed one by one, each of them stabbing his heart once, and those who were alive, he also missed.

Mucha, who has a powerful figure but a simple smile; likes to stare at beautiful women, but when he really hooks up, he twists and pinchs, and he can't even memorize the poems that the gentleman taught him to seduce women to elope; and Tian Ben, the wicked man that Wu Jing hated the most and wanted to slash himself, has now become his brother-in-law, adding two naughty and lively nephews to Wu Jing, Wu Jing's hatred is slowly disappearing, I just hope that when they grow up, they will not learn their father's bad virtues, well, together with their own son, they must be sent to the school to learn the six arts of a gentleman......

A smile appeared at the corner of Wu Jing's mouth, but unfortunately, he probably wouldn't be able to see it.

He knew that his last moment had come, and the person in front of him was covered with weapons, seemingly random toes, straight arms, and the sword that killed countless people, he would definitely not be able to defeat it.

Fenglin Volcano is the general's evaluation of a few of them, if the other three are here, even if they are inferior in numbers, they can fight an epic victory here, as long as they are led by the general, they will be invincible.

But even if none of them are there, Wu Jing has something he wants to protect.

Wind forest volcano, he Wujing is a forest, its Xu is like a forest of forests, and a forest of single trees becomes a forest. He once fell, but was straightened by Zhao Wuxian, rooted in the ground, silently absorbing water to grow, and silently blossoming and bearing fruit. He is a veteran, a benchmark among today's military pawns, and a banner that motivates the common people in the army to work hard, and this army has always needed fresh blood to keep it up.

Turning around, looking up, blood flowed into his eyes, and it hurt hotly. The flag on a white background seems to be dyed blood-colored, embroidered with a bird pattern, it flies in the wind, as if it is really like a living bird wants to take off and fly in the morning sun!

A hundred years of Shiqing will be destroyed, and the princes of a thousand years will also collapse, only the banner of the Zhao clan behind him will never fall!

"The ...... of the general who will avenge us"

Wu Jing muttered, supported himself with the help of the flagpole, picked up the sword full of slippery blood, and pointed at the person in front of him! (To be continued.) )