Ding Yi once again pressed down Zhang Mao's crossbow, which made the latter very strange, because in these three days, he had completed the transformation from a rookie to a new Ding, although it was still far from Ding Yi's requirements, but in the snowy climate, he did not make any mistakes in the two attacks on patrolling and probing horses, and three times in the night to steal the camp to understand the enemy's troop deployment.

So he didn't quite understand why Ding Yi stopped him, this time, he was absolutely sure that he would shoot down the Tartar cavalry, so that they would be seriously injured and not die immediately. But I heard Ding Yi say to him: "Send a signal." Then, as Ding Yi reported a series of numbers, he lowered his crossbow, drew two revolvers, and wrenched them both from the hammer.

No matter how much Ding climbed the tech tree these days, he couldn't make a radio now, so he could only use smooth metal sheets or mirrors to reflect sunlight. And the number is expressed in a binary way, expressed in a reflective way, which means that this place, if there are flashes of light repeatedly, will inevitably reveal its position.

That's why Ding Yi will pull out the revolver, if he is mistaken, then he is also sure that he will leave the other party, as for the gunfire will expose the target? It's inevitable, but what if he's not wrong? That would solve a lot of problems, and he thought it was necessary to take the risk.

Zhang Mao still remembered what Ding Yi had told him, so he didn't ask why, but put down the crossbow, pulled out the revolver and put it in front of him, and then used the metal piece inside the compass to cover and let go. Use binary methods to type out the string of numbers that Ding Yi reported. This stunned the other group's Tartar cavalry for a moment, and they immediately took out their bows and arrows. Zhang Mao felt like he was about to cry, isn't this the birthday boy hanging? Obviously, you can kill this gang of Tartars along the way, what the hell is the signal!

But just as he was about to put away the compass and use the crossbow, because the current distance exceeded the best shooting distance of the pistol, it was more practical to use the crossbow, but he heard Ding Yi say in his ear: "Send it twice!" Do not worry. A projectile from this distance can't penetrate your helmet, and you're lying on your stomach. There is still a pair of chicken breastplates in the backpack on his back......" These words made Zhang Mao breathe a sigh of relief, but he listened to Ding Yi again, "...... Unless you are even more unlucky than Wang Yi and just happened to be shot in the face. ”

Zhang Mao felt really bad. It's not just the sense of oppression between life and death on the battlefield. What's more, his husband, after leaving the customs, seems to have changed as a different person, which is completely different from what he originally longed for in Jingshi! He originally thought that Ding Yihui's hand-in-hand teaching would become a support he could rely on. After he slowly grew up and practiced......

But after the customs. Ding Yi not only has extremely high requirements for him, but also sneers at him, and there is no warmth at all!

He even thought that if he didn't give the signal according to the order, would Ding Yi stab the bayonet into his head the next moment? In short, he signaled and said in a low voice: "You said before that the whole person is not happy...... Sir, the disciple understands what this means, and now the disciple feels that the whole person is not happy......"

"Looking for happiness on the battlefield?" Ding did not comfort him at all because of Zhang Mao's complaints, "There is only life and death on the battlefield, children, there is nothing else on the battlefield, except for killing people and being killed, there is nothing else...... Stop, crossbow! Twenty paces away you are responsible for shooting, not within twenty paces. ”

Because the Tartar cavalry in the distance had stopped, their leader was asking the others to put down their bows and arrows, and then they began to take out something about a piece of copper, and they also began to give a signal, this process was very funny, because after the first fight, Zhang Mao from a distance saw the leader riding on a horse scratching his whiskers, and then hitting the second time, which was completely different from the first signal! Fortunately, the other party called again, and this time it was the same as the signal of the second time.

It turned out that the other party was in a hurry because he actually hit the wrong signal! Signals are secret notes, how can there be a mistake? Zhang Mao couldn't hold back his laughter when he was so uncomfortable, there are such stupid people in the world! If this is only a signal once, and then it doesn't match, then the guy will come over and kill someone with an arrow, isn't that a wrongful death?

"Do you think he's learned decimal and binary conversions like you?" Ding Yi lowered his voice on the side, and slowly reset the hammers on the two revolvers, "Do you think he knows what the signal of how to hit means?" No, he just relied on rote memorization, covered the copper piece and counted a few more in his mind and then let go, and then counted a few more and then covered it again. ”

Zhang Mao's smile disappeared for a while, yes, he didn't wake up this section just now, a patrolling detective, he can't memorize a whole set of codebooks, and it is impossible to master the conversion of decimal and binary, relying on rote memorization to respond to signals, typing, there is really nothing surprising.

"Give him a response signal." Ding Yi reported a string of numbers again, and this time he didn't need Ding Yi's instructions, Zhang Mao repeated it three times before putting away the compass. Originally, in order to prevent mistakes, a command would be repeated three times.

This time, the leader of the scout had his men dismount, and two of them galloped back.

"Let's go." Ding Yi simply squeezed out such a word, inserted the two revolvers back into the gun pouch, picked up the crossbow, and crawled backwards slowly, until he came to the edge of a waist-high stone, he bent down, made a gesture to follow him at Zhang Mao, moved to the back of the stone, and then took advantage of the undulating cover of the terrain, with a route that had been checked in advance, and made an arc, and when they stopped, they were already on the side of the group of scouting horses.

At this time, Zhang Mao suddenly had some enlightenment, about the many legends in the market, about Ding Yi's achievements, he always thought that his husband must be skilled, just look at the senior brother Zhu Dong, Mr. is naturally much more beneficial than Zhu Dong's senior brother, and then lead the elite soldiers and strong generals, all the way is like a bamboo, people block killing, and God blocks killing God...... He thought that if he practiced his skills well, one day, he would be able to become a great hero among the people, in the market, and in the world.

But this nearly 800-meter arc just now made him understand that this is the battlefield, and it also made him vaguely understand how Ding Yi created those miraculous records, and the battlefield is only life and death, and he only figured out this sentence at this time.

Ding Yi relied not only on his outstanding skills, but also on his knowledge of the battlefield and his respect for the profession of a soldier. For example, when the code was matched, Ding Yi did not stay where he was, waiting for the other party to come to the junction - the gang had already separated the two of them, walked to the position where they had been lurking, and at a distance of twenty paces, began to untie their weapons, from bows and arrows to scimitars, and the wrist-untyching knife in their boots, and then walked towards the pile of rocks covered with snowflakes.

Of course, they won't find anyone, because Ding Yi not only left, but also did a simple footprint cleaning during the time he came here, or couldn't hide from the experienced hunters, a rare master like Shuang Yuri, but for this group of detectives, it was enough to make them at a loss.

It wasn't until the sound of the hooves of seventy or eighty horsemen sounded, and a burly man came to meet the group of scouts, that Ding Yi said to Zhang Mao: "If there is a change, no shooting, no targeting, retreat according to Plan B." He reached out and grabbed the side of Zhang Mao's neck and turned his head over, "Did you hear that?" It's not something that can be willful! No matter what happens, don't shout, don't cry! ”

Zhang Mao nodded, and Ding Yi let go of the hand holding the side of his neck and rubbed his head: "Good boy." ”

The man who was surrounded by seventy or eighty horsemen in the middle motioned for the others to stay where he was, and then he, like the two unarmed scouts just now, untied all his weapons in front of the pile of rocks, including a revolver of the same model as Zhang Mao's body, and a bullet belt, and even ripped off the leather robe and clothes on his upper body, revealing his muscular body.

"Chen San under the Rongcheng Gate, who came to greet the driver, which senior brother came?" He roared and stood shirtless in the snow.

But he was astonished to find that the voice came from the place where the seventy or eighty horsemen were stationed behind him: "Put on your clothes." ”

Ding Yi didn't know when he had sneaked into the seventy or eighty horses, and when he tore off the scarf wrapped around his face, immediately seven or eight people turned over and dismounted, knelt down in front of his feet, and shouted excitedly: "That Yan! Nayan is back! These people were obviously some small leaders, and as they moved, as they shouted, "This is the face of our Duyin tribe!" The others bowed down one after another.

Chen San rushed over, blocking the subordinates between him and Ding Yi, and was directly pulled away by him with a raised hand, or kicked away, he ran to Ding Yi, knelt down, and kowtowed heavily: "Sir! Just one sentence, and his voice was full of choked throats.

"Silly boy, for the sake of teachers and students." As soon as Ding rubbed the hair of the seven-foot man, he smiled and said to him as he did with Zhang Mao: "Get up, get dressed, don't get cold." "This is a disciple he cultivated single-handedly, a talent he pulled from the bottom, a loyal soldier even if he is thrown outside the gate.

"After this battle, you will have to put on the uniform of the Ming Army, this hair has to be shaved, and your beard has to be shaved." Ding Yi smiled and said to Chen San, who was wearing clothes, "Du Ziteng took the first division, and the second division is in training, what I mean is that after the reorganization of the Duyin tribe, the third division will be directly established." ”

Chen San's eyes were already red, listening to Ding Yi's words, he solemnly raised a hand salute, it can be seen that even in the years outside the gate, he often secretly practiced in the queue, this hand salute is extremely standard: "The disciple has been waiting for this day for a long time." "He doesn't care whether the constitution is constitutional, he doesn't even care about what the world is, he cares, he is following this teacher who has the grace of regeneration for him, teaches him skills, teaches him to read, teaches him to lead the army, and gives him a whole tribe......

This kind of gratitude may be vulgar and low-spirited, but it is simple and sincere.

In his heart, Mr. is a belief that is higher than a qiē. (To be continued......)