Bloody Battle Yujiawan 1

A gust of mountain wind blew, rolling up the scattered fine leaves on the ground, swirling on the mountain, and flying all over the sky.

Jian Feiyang was holding a slender fine iron sword, digging through the dirt weakly. The mountain breeze in the evening in Nanban still carries a trace of warmth. But in his heart, he pulled out the cold, and only felt that the long sword in his hand weighed more than a thousand pounds. He glanced at Zhong Yu, who was digging beside him, pursed his lips, carefully put away his long sword, and looked up at the opposite mountain.

It was already sunset, and dense clouds of fish scales lined up in the sky. Sunset gilds the clouds. Because of the contrast of this Phnom Penh, the distant mountains look faint and distant, not very real. On the opposite hill, the fortifications built by 3,000 personal soldiers led by Wang Zhili, a foodie, have basically been completed. It can be seen that many soldiers are sitting cross-legged on the rocks and munching on dry food, and there is an excited shout from the mountain wind. It has been nearly a month since the Southern Expeditionary Army limited its food, and in order not to disturb the morale of the army, the veteran general strictly ordered the left army not to discuss military affairs in vain. But everyone knows that there is a shortage of food for the troops now. But this time, after the palace, each soldier was given enough dry food for two days.

Thinking of this, he felt the dry food bag that had been shriveled for a long time, and took out a handful of fried rice from it and stuffed it into his mouth. What kind of soldiers will this bring, perhaps, only the soldiers brought out by foodies like Wang Zhili can still laugh now.

The taste of fried rice is not good, and when chewed, it is more like a mouthful of sand and dirt, drilled in the mouth. But at this time, he felt that it was unusually delicious, and unconsciously smashed his mouth a few times. The voice alarmed Zhong Yu, who was digging next to him, and he stopped and said, "Brother Jane, are you lazy again?" Beware that I will sue you before the old general. ”

The two are the personal guards of Fenwei General Chen Jianfei, and they are also the captain and deputy captain of the guard. Jian Feiyang is positive, and Zhong Yu is the deputy, and they have been working together for several years, and the relationship is irreversible. When Jian Feiyang heard Zhong Yu say this, he was not annoyed, he grabbed a water bladder and took a sip, and said vaguely: "Lei doesn't fight people who eat and drink Lazar, what's the hurry, cut off the skull and make people have enough to eat." Speaking of the back, he was probably choked, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't speak.

Although these 3,000 people are all the personal guards of General Chen. But after the grain restriction order, even the cowhide coaxing the guard camp is no exception. Naturally, they are also in danger, and each person can only get one steamed bun and one litter per day. Such a little thing, for a big man, is only life-saving, and it is naturally impossible to eat enough. Looking at Jian Feiyang's poor appearance, Zhong Yu couldn't help laughing: "Be careful, beware of choking you to death." ”

Jian Feiyang ignored him, still chewing dry food on his own, but his eyes looked at the path down the mountain. The twilight is gradually sinking, and the bluestone path sandwiched between the two mountains is like a gray white line, all the way to the north, and the main force of the southern expeditionary army has passed through Guò Yujiawan. At the foot of the mountain, you can occasionally see a few riders hurrying underneath, raising a hazy dust, making the already unlit mountain road even more blurred, adding a bit of mystery and unpredictability.

That's the scout of the Southern Expeditionary Army.

He sighed, this qiē didn't matter to him anymore. He took a small bottle from his bosom and opened it, and an intoxicating smell of wine instantly filled the air. Meimei took a sip, then handed the bottle to Zhong Yu and said, "Hey, don't mother-in-law, don't you want to have something?" ”

Zhong Yu's face changed greatly, he snatched the wine bottle with his hand, stuffed it into his arms and said, "Don't you want to live?" If the adults find out, they will inevitably be punished again, and I will not intercede for you at that time. ”

Alcohol is not allowed in the army, Jian Feiyang is free and easy by nature, and the amount of alcohol is not large, but the addiction to alcohol is not small. I usually have to carry a small bottle in my arms, and I have to take a sip when I meet no one. General Chen is strict by nature, and he has been punished for this, but his addiction is getting bigger and bigger, and his throat seems to grow claws after three days of not drinking.

Zhong Yu usually doesn't persuade him less, but he is also the east wind blowing horses, and he still goes his own way. This time was no exception, he took out the bottle again, opened it and drank it again, and said in his mouth: "I said Xiao Zhong, you just want to drink after tonight, I'm afraid you don't have that breath yet." Life must be happy, and you are too tired to live like this. ”

"Old Jane, don't talk about frustration, your lord is known as the first defense of the empire, and he will definitely lead us to victory." Before he finished speaking, Zhong Yu had already taken over the conversation.

Jian Feiyang turned his head and was about to raise the bar two more sentences. I saw Zhong Yu looking at the last bit of purple on the mountain in the west, but a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He shook his head, not bothering to say more. This blockade was originally a job to the death, and the 100,000 people of the Southern Expeditionary Army were beaten by the Southern Barbarians and fled, so what victory could these 6,000 people achieve? Even if you resist today, what about tomorrow? What to do in the future? Although Zhong Yu is still a dead duck with a hard mouth, he understands very well in his heart, why should he fight with him for these meaningless things. He drank the wine in the bottle in a big gulp, dropped the bottle and threw it towards the cliff: "Hey, Xiao Zhong, let's discuss something." ”

Zhong Yu looked at his mysterious appearance and said vigilantly: "What do you want to do?" Jian Feiyang looked around. Now they are surrounded by soldiers who are moving rocks and making rolling logs, coming and going like ants, and no one pays attention to them. He put his mind at ease and lowered his voice and said, "If the Southern Barbarians come, we can't resist it, I mean when we can't resist it." Let's not care about violating military discipline, I'll pick up the adults and run, and you will come to the back. ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Zhong Yu's two eyes were already open, which was obviously a precursor to imminent anger, so he hurriedly swallowed back the words behind him, and remedied: "You carry the adult and run, I will be behind, I will be behind." ”

Zhong Yu was already so angry that he couldn't speak, he scolded with his halberd: "Jian Feiyang, I really recognized you today, do you want to trap the old general in injustice?" He said it very loudly, Jian Feiyang was taken aback, and quickly covered his mouth, and whispered: "Damn, can you be quiet, isn't it just a discussion, when the time comes, I will not fall into the injustice of the old general, but you will fall into the injustice of Lao Tzu first." ”

Zhong Yu's face was still flushed, but Jian Feiyang stood up after the old age, and his rank had already broken through the fifth rank. Although he is the deputy captain of the pro-guard team, he is only in the late third stage, and he has not even reached the fourth stage, how can he be able to get by. struggled for a long time, but had to give up. Jian Feiyang saw that he didn't move, so he let go of his hands. As soon as he let go, Zhong Yu had already lowered his voice and said angrily: "I don't know why the general asked you to be such a personal guard captain, it's really ......"

"It's not the first day you've known me."

Jian Feiyang shrugged his shoulders indifferently, turned around and walked towards the back of the forest. Zhong Yu shouted, "Where are you going again?" Come and get to work. But seeing that the other party turned a deaf ear, he had to stomp his feet. Although what Brother Jian said just now was a heart-wrenching remark, it was also for the good of adults, but this thing is too crazy, is it done by people? Perhaps, only he dared to think so. Shaking his head, he went to work on his own.

Jian Feiyang, who had already turned a big stone, muttered: "Work hard, dig a grave?" As soon as I scolded, I couldn't scold anymore. Perhaps, these soldiers still think that under the leadership of the old general, they will definitely be able to win the final victory. I'm afraid this is just delusional. In a trance, he also stood up in his old age, and in the past 30 years, nearly half of the time has been spent following the old general to go around, fighting for that illusory ideal.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, although he didn't agree that what this old man did was useful, but he admired his selfless personality, and he was a master of the fifth stage, so confused that he followed him until he was in his thirties.

It's just that he just "sacrificed his life for the country", and he was vaguely unwilling in his heart. Of course, being afraid of death is one thing, who is not afraid of death when people live? The most important thing is that he is not worth it for himself, for the old general, and for the more than two thousand personal guards. This is his own more than ten years of hard work, these guards are all skilled in archery and horses, and they have won the essence of the old general's formation, in this world, if they compete immediately, he is confident that under the same number, more than two thousand knights are definitely no worse than anyone else, even including the wolf cavalry who is rumored to be miraculous in Beimeng.

The mountain wind whistled and blew on the mountain, and in the heavy twilight, "woo" sounded. Jian Feiyang slammed his mouth, touched the other bottle of wine on his chest, and resisted the urge to take another sip, this is the last bottle, maybe Lao Tzu will not die, if there is no wine, how will he live in the future?

Thinking about his thoughts, the others were already walking towards the forest behind the mountain. The terrain of Yujiawan is very steep, with two towering hills, a winding path sandwiching the mountains, and the two hills facing south are extremely steep. Only on the north side, the mountain is gentle, and the Han army chose to block the southern barbarians here, and it is this unique terrain that they like.

On the north side of this hill are some unknown mountain trees, with straight roots but large canopies. Tonight it was cloudy, there was no moon in sight, and the forest was even darker. Although Jian Feiyang is a fifth-stage master, he still feels a little chill in his heart when he walks in this darkness.

There were more than 2,000 war horses tethered in the forest, and with so many horses huddled together, it was naturally impossible to be quiet. Occasionally, one or two neighing horses can be heard, and the smell of hot and humid horse manure wafts through the air. Smelling the familiar smell of horse manure, he took a deep breath, and continued to drill into the forest in the dark, but his feet stopped, and a person was slowly coming out of it. When I saw it with my eyes, this person was dressed in a long shirt, his cheeks were thin, but his eyes were bright.

It was Fenwei General Chen Jianfei.

His heart sank, and he hurriedly straightened up, and saluted: "My lord." Don't look at his usual big grin, he has a harmless smile when he sees anyone, but when he really faces Chen Jianfei, he is rarely serious. Perhaps, for people like the old general, anyone will pay a tribute from the bottom of their hearts.