The peaks are like gathering, and the waves are like fury.

In the late Qing Dynasty, in the southwest of China, the Sichuan province of Ningyuan.

On the banks of the Anning River, where the peaks rise, the cliffs are steep, the jungle is dense, the rugged paths go along the valley like a sheep's intestine, under the bare sharp rock bank, is a dark and deep valley, hundreds of meters away from the valley, you can hear, the river in the valley boiling roaring, surging, in the rocky river beach violent impact whirlwind, like the invincible cry of thousands of troops, so that all who hear it, uneasy, trembling hearts.

The mountains are like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood.

The evening of May 3, 1863, was filled with a particularly chilling terror and uneasiness.

Under the glow of the dusk sunset, patches of blood-colored clouds, piled up like heavy lead, covered most of the sky, and the gloomy cyan atmosphere and dark night atmosphere were converging from the west, and they were heavily suppressed.

The summer cicadas stopped hissing, the mountain wind became colder, and the many birds that had always been flying disappeared.

A few miles outside the important town of Hexi, Qingmuqing looks north, you can see dozens of miles of tent camps, a colorful flag of the Taiping Tian ** team, dancing with the wind, a gray-white tent, in the coma sun, more and more phantoms of mushroom groups, and looking south, it is between a series of undulating mountains and valleys, showing a huge battlefield. The crowd rolls up, and the shouts are like a tide; Gunfire and shells have been raging for a long time.

On the road and open area between the battlefield and the barracks, there are many sturdy bushes, sparse woods, and many camp tents, and every once in a while, some Taiping soldiers will carry many stretchers over to carry the dead and wounded comrades back, or pull them to the camp carts and temporarily store them in the camp tents, and there are few military doctors shuttling between the camp tents.

In an old gray-white camp tent in the easternmost part of the woods, there were more than a dozen simple marching beds, filled with all kinds of seriously wounded, and when they were just put down, some of them were still groaning, squirming, struggling, and even howling in pain, and after a quarter of an hour, all of them were silent.

At this time, two female soldiers of the Taiping Army walked in with sad faces, they were wearing light red and blue trimmed homespun jackets, the word "Taiping" on their chests, and the Song character engraving ink brush "Wing Army Holy Soldier" behind them, wearing hoods wrapped in heads, holding wooden trays in their hands, and there were several bowls of warm brown sugar water in the Tori, which were placed on the table, and began to check the wounded soldiers.

"Poor, it's all ......" The round-faced mature female soldiers in their thirties rolled their eyelids at the wounded soldiers one by one, sometimes testing them with their hands on their chests, and some didn't need to look at them at all.

"Second Aunt Ma, the foreign gun of the Qing Demon is so powerful? Ah, that's, that's a foreign cannon? The young female soldier who followed closely behind her frowned, wanting to look but not daring to look more, because the bodies of several soldiers had been shattered badly, and they were obviously injured by strange shrapnel.

"This Qing Demon is powerful, there are so many foreign cannons! One fried is a big piece! "The young woman soldier ordered the girl girl to bring the brown sugar water out, because there was no one here who needed it.

With a sigh, she was about to leave when she suddenly noticed a corpse lying on the edge that seemed to shake. So, she walked over and checked carefully, because she was wearing clothes, she couldn't see the situation, so she could only touch it with her hands.

He was indeed alive, his pulse was weak, his temperature was normal, and she cried out in surprise to find out where he was hurting. There is no on the head, there is no chest and abdomen, there is no on the legs and feet, so where is the injury?

She was the assistant to the military doctor, and she had to find out the condition of the wounded and report it.

The wounded man was very young, about eighteen years old, and his face was not pleasant, nor was it ugly, so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, "Where is the injury?" ”

Ma Ergu, who has read countless people, stretched out her hand to that place, and slid lightly through her pants to enter, her warm body had a comfortable taste, and she felt that after touching it for a long time, she couldn't find any scars.

The unconscious wounded soldier had some abrasions on his face, which was not a big deal. So, Ma Ergu touched it again, touched it three times, simply peeled off his pants and touched them, lowered her head and carefully looked for her legs.

Sou! Something suddenly popped into her face, soft and hard, unusually warm.

Aunt Ma was taken aback, because, in the triangle, a Optimus Jade Pillar was erected unconsciously!

In disbelief, she touched it with her hand again, and the hot and flexible sensation passed through her fingers all the way to her heart.

"Ahh Two exclaimed, in unison, one was Ma Ergu's, and the other was a wounded soldier.

The wounded soldier bounced off the bed in an instant, then opened his eyes, "Who?" ”

Ma Ergu was stunned, her face was red with embarrassment, her heart was like a deer, she looked at the wounded soldier, turned around and ran out.

"Who? I? The wounded soldier hesitated for a moment, remembering what had happened recently, but his cloudy mind was a blur and he could only look around.

The strange arrangement in the camp, one by one, attracted his attention, and he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly touched the nearest few soldiers in strange clothes who were sleeping, and when he touched it, he was completely out of breath. Frightened, he jumped up and ran outside the house.

A room full of dead bodies?

As soon as I stepped out of the camp, I saw the strange terrain outside, soldiers in strange clothes walking in the distance, and a simple tent next to each other. Stretchers were piled up on the ground, and on the stretchers were mutilated corpses. Shocked by this scene, he had no choice but to quickly take refuge in the dense woods on one side.

Diving into the woods, he carefully observed his surroundings and gradually remembered his origins. He also synthesized the fragmented impressions of this world, and connected with his own life experience, common sense, film and television history. "The banner of the Taiping Army? The Taipings? Where is this? It looks like it's in the mountains. ”

The traditional Chinese characters on the flags in the dense tent attracted his attention, some showed the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and some showed wings or stones, could it be that they were the troops of the Wing King Shi Dakai?

While he was hesitating, he was nervous, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps coming from the tent, and he, fearing that someone would find out, quickly curled up and burrowed into the thick of the bushes.

There was indeed someone, and it was two people, the two of them were talking while walking, and one of them was the adult female soldier who had just attacked her leg, and the other was younger, with a sweet and lovely voice.

"Pan Wang Niang, you are really, a noble person like you is also here!"

"Second Aunt Ma, look at what you said, don't call Wang Niang Wang Niang, it's still before, you call me Wen Shu." The two of them spoke affectionately, and continued to walk forward, seeing that they were about to walk to him.

Hidden in the bushes, he was worried about being discovered and "caught" back, when suddenly, the two female soldiers turned around together, with their backs to him, side by side, busy with something around their waists.

Did they find out that the deserter was deliberately silent and wanted to draw his sword and rush over?

A few seconds later, the truth of the matter was that the two female soldiers, the Taiping Army with red jackets and blue edges, put down their trousers with a bang, revealing a fresh and snow-white ......

With a thud of blood, it rushed to the top of his head.

The murmuring stream watered the barren mountains, and also shook his soul, the mellow arcs, and the porcelain white color, all made his blood swell, a pillar of optimus!