The blood-red sunset reflected on the banks of the Rushui River, dyeing the originally clear water of the river into a bloody color. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The woods by the river are missing the chirping of the birds that return at night, it's so weird.

Eerie silence!

Going upstream, the river water is more red, and the air begins to be filled with bursts of blood, in a narrow corner of the river, a large flag full of holes is obliquely inserted in the soil, the Qin character in the middle of the flag has disappeared half, and the night wind hits the hole in the flag, making a whining sound, as if the indomitable heroic spirit is echoing.

There was a Qin soldier kneeling under the banner, his head was lowered, but his hands were tightly holding the flagpole, the armor on his chest had long been broken, and several feather arrows passed through his chest, which was his mortal wound.

I don't know how many corpses fell around the banner, the enemy and us launched a fierce battle for this necessary road, the corpses were densely intertwined, along the river beach, all the way to the distance, a rough look, this stretch for several miles on the river beach, at least tens of thousands of people were killed and wounded on both sides.

A flock of crows shuttled among the corpses, each pecking at the delicacy in front of them with its hard beaks, and when they looked down, their black eyes glowed green in the night, and they were already familiar with the taste of human flesh.

Suddenly, a corpse trembled a few times, and the crows stopped suddenly, tilted their heads, and stared at the trembling corpse just now, with curiosity and vigilance in their eyes.

As if sensing something, and as if accumulating strength, the corpse stopped trembling and regained its composure.

After a while, seeing that there was no movement, a bold crow approached the corpse and pecked at the cold flesh with its beak.

Suddenly! The corpse, which had already been cold, turned over violently, and the crows were frightened, and they also spread their wings and rose into the air, and the mournful chirping broke the silence of the night and echoed over the riverside.

Ying Guang felt like he had been run over by a crusher, and the corpse that had just pushed away and suppressed himself had exhausted the strength he had accumulated for a long time, and the pain of crushing and tearing hit him like a tide, making him want to shout loudly, but his chapped throat could only make a vague **.

"Water... Water ....."

Ying Guang struggled to climb to the river, the fishy river water flowing through the parched mouth, moisturizing the cells that were frantically devouring water, and he gradually sobered up.

Defeated!

His hundred-man team faced several times the Chu army, and he went up without hesitation, stumps, blood, heavy breathing, Yingguang mechanically waved the knife, looked at the other side or frightened, or angry, or roaring faces, and slashed down hard, until a violent impact, fell to the ground, and was dark.

Today, I am alive, but my brothers are gone.

Ying Guang found a nearby spear and stood up hard, shook and found his saber hanging on the buckle around his waist, he had to leave quickly, Daqin lost the battle at the mouth of the river, and now the Chu army should be chasing the fleeing Daqin army, and when he turns around, he will clean up the battlefield, the leather armor on these dead corpses, the discarded weapons, will be taken away, if he finds that he is not dead, he will definitely have to make up for it, go quickly.

With a spear in hand, Ying Guang limped into the woods, and under the waning moon, a long shadow was lonely and desolate.

The crows in the sky swirled and fell, and the eerie silence of the forest returned.

Staggering over a ridge, Ying Guang finally exhausted the last bit of strength in his body, and slowly sat down against the trunk of the tree beside him, and the pain hit, stimulating the fragile nerves.

I can't walk, so I guess it's safe.

I tried hard to prick up my ears to hear the nearby voices clearly, but the heavy eyelids and blurred vision completely erased the last trace of clarity in my heart, and Ying Guang fell asleep deeply.

"Look, there's a guy here!"

"It's Qin Bing, it seems like you're going to die?!"

"What to do...."

The bursts of words in his ears gradually became ethereal, and Ying Guang felt that he had fallen into a black quagmire, and his body seemed to be pulled by countless unjust souls, constantly sinking... Sink.... The feeling of suffocation made him want to breathe hard, but what he inhaled was not like air, but like a thick fire, burning the fragile trachea and causing a heat.

In the torment and pain, I don't know how long it took, a cold liquid slid into his mouth, Ying Guang swallowed greedily, letting the cool moisturize the dry body, while the body gradually regained consciousness, all kinds of pain began to stimulate the brain, and consciousness was recovering.

Light, there is light!

Ying Guang slowly opened his eyes, and the white veil in front of him made him stunned for a while, could it be that this is his own mourning hall? After rolling his eyes, he realized that there was a mourning hall, and it turned out to be a white bed.

"Oops, you're awake!"

Before Ying Guang could react, the little girl who was feeding him water next to the bed shouted happily when she saw him wake up.

"You lie down and don't move, I'll tell Miss to go!"

"Hey! ~”

Ying Guang was about to speak, but he saw that the little girl was holding the porcelain bowl and had already run out of the door.

Ying Guang let out a long breath and looked over the curtain to look at everything in the room.

It was a simple log cabin, the roof was covered with thick autumn grass, the afternoon sun passed through the grass curtain under the eaves and left a little spot of light on the ground, and an unknown plant was blooming in the window, and the house was wafting with a faint fragrance. In the middle of the room is a simple set of wooden tables and chairs, the surface of which has been made exceptionally smooth by long-term friction. Not far from the table is a wooden wardrobe, next to which is a dresser, and the slightly damaged copper mirror has been wiped clean by the owner.

Ying Guang shook his head and smiled bitterly, okay, I lived in a woman's boudoir.

Thinking wildly, the little girl just now went and returned, followed by a woman.

This woman is dressed in plain yarn and drags the ground, her long black hair is simply tied behind her, her slender waist is in her hand, and she comes with lotus steps, her face is delicate but with a hint of coldness, she is so stunning!

Ying Guang struggled to get up, even if a big man was injured, he couldn't lie on the bed of other girls.

"If you want to recover as soon as possible, don't move!"

The woman spoke, with a soft and glutinous Jiangnan accent with an undoubted taste.

The little girl next to her stuck out her tongue, "You'd better listen to our young lady, her medical skills are very clever!" ”

Ying Guang tilted his body, and when he saw that it was inviolable, he simply lay back, and said in a dumb voice: "Under Ying Guang, thank you Miss for saving your life." ”

"Your last name wins?!"

"It's a surname, but it's different," Ying Guang smiled bitterly, "I'm just a bad life." ”

"The battle of Rushui has been defeated, as I expected."

The woman sighed and said: "Wang Wei is talented, but it's a pity that he is so ambitious, if he chokes the mouth of the bay and attacks halfway, there is still some hope, but now he has lost his troops and lost his generals, but he has taken pity on the innocent people outside Moling Pass." ”

Ying Guang looked at the woman in front of him in surprise and talked, as if the battle situation was in his palm.

"I don't know what to call Miss?"

"My young lady's surname is Zhuge , and her single name is a Yun character, my name is Qiao'er." The little girl next to her saw that the young lady frowned, as if thinking about something, so she took over.

Ying Guang tried hard to lift his upper body, Qiao'er quickly put a pillow behind him, Ying Guang smiled with gratitude, but made the little girl blush.

"I wonder what Miss Zhuge is worried about?"

"Rushui was defeated, 10,000 Qin troops were gone, and the Moling Pass guard Meng Wu had only more than 20,000 people, and there were only more than 50,000 people counting the people, and the Chu army pioneer Mogu was brave and strategic, and was a rare general in Great Chu, and the coach Lu Sushan was a veteran of a hundred battles. Meng Wu wants to hold Moling Pass, difficult! As soon as the Moling Pass is broken, there is no danger in Wuzhou, and the Chu army can go down with a drum and approach the Qianling Pass, the gateway of Xianyang. From then on, you can deduct the pass and enter Xianyang, and you can stick to Wuzhou to wait for the opportunity. The state of Qin is in danger. ”

Ying Guang was stunned, he didn't expect the delicate woman in front of him to have such a vision, thinking of his current situation, he couldn't help but sigh, and said, "Dare to ask Miss Zhuge how many days have I been in a coma?" Where is this place? ”

Zhuge Yun said: "This is at the foot of Lingshan outside Moling Pass, and you have been in a coma for two days. I know what you want to say, tomorrow we will enter the Moling Pass, I estimate that after five days, the Chu army will besiege the city, and there will be no happy land outside the pass. ”

"Then Miss Trouble." Ying Guang thanked.

"What are your plans when you're healed?"

"Me?" Ying Guang laughed self-deprecatingly, "Naturally, I still go back to be a soldier, and the Moling Pass can't be broken!" ”

Looking at the direction of Xianyang, there seems to be a weathered appearance of the mother in front of him, the mother was a little maid, a banquet in the house, somehow the guest was fancied, and then there was an heir, the master heard that he wanted to beat the child off, but the mother was reluctant to this own flesh and blood, so he secretly fled and hid in the countryside outside the Qianling Pass. Ying Guang was born to live with his mother, the village people are very good to the mother and son, usually have help, Ying Guang grew up to join the army, in order to one day, the clothes and brocade to return to the hometown so that the mother and the people in the village have a good life, but if the Moling Pass is broken, then the war will eventually spread to the small village, for the mother, but also for the villagers who have helped themselves there, Ying Guang has no way back.

"I will strive to see the Moling Pass guard Meng Wu, explain the powerful relationship, and defend the Moling Pass!"

Qiao'er next to "poof" couldn't help laughing when he saw Ying Guang's serious appearance, "Who are you, then Meng Wu can listen to your opinion, I'm afraid that you will be beaten out before you see him." ”

"Qiao'er, don't be rude."

Zhuge Yun turned his head and said.

"Miss Qiao'er is right, Yingguang is just a small soldier, and he is a small person, I am Meng Lang. Still, I'll do my best, and how do I know I can't do it if I don't try. ”

Ying Guang smiled slightly and stopped talking, but Zhuge Yun was curious, could it be that he really had no way? Puzzled, he simply stopped thinking about it, exited the house, and arranged for Qiao'er to pack her bags and prepare to enter the customs tomorrow.