Wang Jin's self-promotion did not bring the desired result, and the surrounding battle had reached a fever pitch, with all the soldiers and horses on both sides mixed together, and the battlefield became a meat grinder. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Okay, what a warrior!" Just when Wang Jin was a little disappointed, the sound of praise came from behind, Wang Jin looked back, it turned out to be Zhou Laizi, and he was active on the left flank of the right camp. Holding a simple knife in his hand, he blocked the two cavalry robbers who slashed at him, and slashed the party soldiers around him who intended to sneak attack him, and the blood sprayed his face, flowing down his neck to the leather armor, and the black leather armor was about to turn into red armor.

"Be careful!" Wang Jin just wanted to say a few words to Zhou Laizi, raised his hand and took out the head of the party youth to show off his might, and a loud shout came, and the sound on the battlefield was noisy, and it was not loud and could not be heard at all.

Wang Jin looked up, only to find a black dot flying towards him quickly. Wang Jin's first reaction immediately fell backwards, and years of special forces students gave him a keen insight into danger. It was an arrow, an arrow shot by a party member on horseback, and it contained infinite anger and power. This arrow was shot by Min Feng, because the head that Wang Jin was holding in his hand was the young master of the Mi Bird Clan, how could this make him not angry?

Although the party army is not led by the young master of the rice bird clan, but the army of the rice bird clan accounts for most of the two coalition armies, the young master is dead, and the generals who lead the troops cannot go back to explain to the Khan, which shakes the military heart of the party people a lot, otherwise they will not be entangled with the Lingzhou army, and if the cavalry is entangled by the infantry, it will be their nightmare.

It's a pity that Wang Jin's reaction was still a little slower, and killing important people made Wang Jin so excited that he almost forgot that this was a battlefield where ten thousand armies were fighting, and his vigilance was not much at all.

"Poof!" The sound of arrows like flesh came into Wang Jin's ears, and he knew how to unload the force, and he had already unloaded a large part of his strength with his movements, but he was still tormented by the sharp pain on his arm in addition to sweat, Wang Jin gritted his teeth, and pulled out the arrow with one hand, just at a glance, he knew that the identity of the person who shot this arrow was not ordinary, without him, the iron color of the arrow of this arrow was very good.

You must know that the Central Plains Dynasty has always imposed an embargo on the grasslands to meet the purpose of ingesting violence in the grassland trade, and during the Ming Dynasty, there was an embargo on salt and iron, and the Mongols exchanged a Mongolian horse for an iron needle. It is also common for many people to share an iron pot, so unless the party person robbed the arrows of the Central Plains, the arrows he made himself were of poor quality, and some arrows were not made of iron at all, and they were sharpened with stones as arrows, and such arrows were difficult to break even paper armor, let alone leather armor.

Wang Jin's leather armor was pierced, and sharp arrows were inserted deep into his muscles. Fortunately, there was no injury to the bones, but in this era, such injuries are also life-threatening, without antibiotics, the wound is not properly treated, it is easy to get infected, and finally the high fever does not go away, and a life is whimpering.

Wang Jin didn't think much about it at all, he just raised his head and kept looking at the party member, and finally, he locked on the target, a party member riding on a tall horse in the Western Regions. The coldness in his eyes could be felt by Wang Jin through thousands of troops, and if Wang Jin was not killed with an arrow, there would be no second chance.

Wang Jin was very clever not to advance, the party was already defeated, their cavalry fell into the muddy swamp and could not extricate themselves, and the Mi Yu clan died and the young master had no intention of fighting, and finally retreated in the shouts of retreat in the sky of the party item.

The Lingzhou army wanted to chase it, but the retreat of the party members was very orderly, retreating without chaos, and not giving a chance to chase and kill at all, and the several small groups of cavalry sent over were all scattered without exception, and the party members still left, and retreated into the grassland with the harvest that had been robbed for several days.

This battle was not very good, if it weren't for the desperate rush of the party cavalry in the end, the Lingzhou army would have been dragged to death by the party cavalry's tactics of attacking the flank in a circle. And the reason why the Dangxiang cavalry attacked the Lingzhou infantry head-on was that Wang Jin killed the young master of their tribe.

The party is still in a semi-slave and semi-feudal society, most of the population in the clan tent are the slaves of the nobility, their lives are in the hands of the master, the master is dead, they are not dead, this is a huge price, so they desperately want to kill Wang Jin, but later the party commander saw that if this continues, the fundamental force of their survival, the cavalry will be wiped out if they continue to fight like this. Therefore, he still focused on the overall situation and retreated back to the grassland.

The party members did not have any joy, and this operation was far from meeting their expectations, the number of dead and wounded was actually higher than the last time they went to Yanzhou, and the looting was not as much as Yanzhou.

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Lingzhou, Jieshuaifu, White Tiger Hall.

"Great victory! What a victory! Jie Shuai, the party members have retreated, my Lingzhou military formation has no calculation, and the young master of the Mi Bird clan is the head! “

"Okay, my son is really a great general, it seems that the future of Lingzhou is still promising!" Han Xun stroked his beard proudly, with a smile on his face, he took a huge risk by assigning his son to the master this time, and the military generals under him all watched, and his other sons were also waiting for the eldest brother to make a mistake.

He also knows the discord between his sons, but he is not ready to stop it, he can survive in this troubled world with the same ruthlessness as ******, he doesn't want to die, his foundation will immediately become someone else's meal, only the heirs can stand alone, and the Han family can be like the gate valve of the Tang Dynasty, which has endured for a hundred years.

"Huh? Rice and poultry are the first to be awarded? Was it the good man in the army who cut off his head? Be sure to reward it."

"Marshal Yujie, it is Wang Jin, the deputy of Baojing's right battalion, he is in the chaos of the army, and he killed the party barbarians with one sword!"

"Wang Jin? Wang Zhou's straw bag also has such a capable person? Who is this Wang Jin? Han Xun was a little suspicious, he knew the ability of Baojing Wang Zhou, he was a sour and rotten literati, if he didn't have a good family background, he wouldn't be allowed to be this county order.

According to Wang Xianzun, this Wang Jin is from Yanzhou, and was arrested by the party members, and later forced by the party members to do miscellaneous labor, and only escaped in Baojing and defected to Wang Xianzun. This Wang Jin is not only outstanding in martial arts, but also has a good literary style, and even Wang Xianzun is also highly respected. Wang Xianzun is ready to promote him as the commander, and is about to ask for his life! ”

"You don't need to ask for your life and call Wang Jin to come directly to Lingzhou, how can such a person be in a quiet place, by the way, he is not injured, right?" Han Xun smiled secretly in his heart, what kind of literary brilliance, maybe it was this sour and rotten Wang Zhou who put gold on his face, but as long as he is good at fighting, he can also be used by me. But when I think about it, I just experienced a big war, and I was injured in Baobuqi, so I have this question.

The man standing at the bottom replied with a bitter face: "I was hit by an arrow in the arm, there is no major injury, I should be able to survive." ”

Han Xun's heart was cold, this hand was seriously injured, and there was no good medicine in the army, if he couldn't get through it, it would be a pity.

"Send a pair of wound medicine, tell him to recuperate well, and he will be entrusted with a heavy task in the future!" Han Xun is bribing and painting pies, and he is very familiar with this set.

"The marshal really loves the soldiers like a son, and the soldiers must work hard!"

"Hahaha, it should be!"

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Quiet, wounded and sick battalion.

The wails of pain were incessant, and many of the soldiers who had been seriously wounded in their torsos were convulsed in pain one by one, and the military doctors had nothing to do but let them say their last words, or ask if there was anything else to bring home.

Wang Jin was injured in the arm and was also lying inside. The wounded camp was full of the smell of blood, and the soldier who had been stabbed in the stomach and had intestines flowing out of his stomach just now was no longer moving, his face was still with that desperate look, there was still blood at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't even close his eyes. The soldiers who came in from outside closed his eyes lightly and carried him out on a stretcher, and the soldiers outside had already dug countless pits, where they would sleep forever.

At the end of the Tang Dynasty, many armies could not raise food at all, and they were all arrested and killed as military food, and at the moment of crisis, these dead soldiers could not avoid this kind of fate.

Wang Jin lay there quietly, without saying a word, his body had begun to heat up, and his head was dizzy. The piercing pain in the arm seemed to have been reduced a lot, and the huge wound was only bandaged with a not very clean cloth, and the wound would definitely be infected if it was treated like this.

Wang Jin began to get confused under this feeling of clouds and mountains and mist, as if he saw himself and his comrades shuttling through the vast rainforest again, countless poisonous snakes and mosquitoes scurrying around, and he would be hit if he was not careful. It was as if I saw the vicious drug dealers shooting at them frantically with the AK47 in their hands, and one after another their comrades fell into the muddy swamp.

"No!"

He let out a high-pitched cry in a half-conscious state, and then someone came up to him, just touched his head with his hand, and shook his head in disappointment.

"Hey!" A sigh stimulated Wang Jin's nerves heavily, he had never had such a strong desire to survive as now, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to die so hastily.

"Help me!" In desperation, he begged others to save his life, just like those half-dead wounded soldiers.

Lang Zhong wanted to comfort him with something, but looking at his longing eyes, his heart was blocked, but he couldn't say a word on his lips, and Lang Zhong, who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't bear so many people's dying pleas.

Wang Jin looked at the top of the tent blankly, he didn't expect that he had just made a great achievement, and it would disappear in a blink of an eye. Li Zhuzi is nowhere to be seen, he can't be dead, right? Wang Zhou doesn't value himself very much, will he come back to me?

Just when he was thinking wildly, a tall figure appeared in front of him, Zhou Laizi walked to his bed excitedly, and said with a red face: "Congratulations to Deputy Wang, just now the commander has ordered you to be promoted to commander, and he also brought medicine to treat your injuries, you must survive, the future of fame is in front of you."

Wang Jin's heart, which had just fallen silent, suddenly began to burn again, and he seemed to have hope for life again, and if someone who was about to die was willing to pull him, he would generally be grateful.

Zhou Laizi, who used to make him a little annoying, seemed to have become cute, he wanted to say words of thanks, looking at Zhou Laizi's excited eyes, but he didn't say a word!