The Flying Army struggled forward.

If an enemy catches up, play with them until you fall or knock your enemy down.

After retreating from the valley for seven consecutive days, the flying army ran and fled, fighting and retreating, and I don't know how many times they repelled the Qiang attack, everyone was exhausted, but they fought for survival, and there was no reason to kill them, so they could only grit their teeth and struggle to support.

After repelling another wave of Qiang attacks, the Fei Army finally got a rare opportunity to rest and recuperate.

Jamu lay slumped in the grass, his chest rising and falling like a bellows.

He looked very embarrassed, his white robe had long been torn, and the bun on his head did not know where it had gone, and his hair was tied up with a strip of cloth. He had been idle at home for a long time, depressed, but he did not dare to disobey Jia Xu's intentions, although he was unwilling, but he knew that his father's wisdom was not comparable to himself, and his temperament would inevitably be a little soft over time. However, after this wave of baptism, Jia Mu's temperament is obviously different from before, becoming more confident and direct, giving others the feeling that it is no longer so obviously gloomy, as if he has walked out of a dark corner and bathed in the sun.

Half a month ago, he was a scribe without any experience in the world, but now, he is almost a qualified warrior.

Jamu clearly felt his transformation.

If he finally managed to escape alive, he would be heartily grateful for the ordeal.

Because, this suffering made him begin a reborn transformation and a new life!

"Lie down, it'll be comfortable."

Jia Mu said with difficulty to Wang Ping beside him.

Wang Ping, who was leaning against the big stone, shook his head silently, he couldn't count how many large and small wounds there were on his body, the battle robe was soaked in blood and dried, dried and soaked, he could no longer see the original color, and it became a blood robe. The wound on his back was deep and long, and he felt a sharp pain when he breathed a little harder, and in order to avoid touching the sore spot, his posture of leaning against the boulder was a little strange. To make matters worse, the injury to his left arm was so severe that he couldn't even lift his hand now, so much so that he had to ask his companions to help clean the wound.

But even so, Wang Ping's back was still very straight.

He is the commander of the Flying Army, everyone looks at him, no matter how serious his injuries are, he will not allow himself to fall. Because even he didn't know if he would be able to get up after lying down.

The more difficult the situation is, the more the Lord needs to gather his morale and faith.

That's why he refused to lie down.

A lean man walked over, and he had a few pockmarks on his face, so his nickname was pockmark. The battle was fierce, and the transferred generals of the flying army suffered heavy losses, and there were twelve transferred generals at the beginning of the mission, and now only the only seedling left is Mazi, who previously ambushed the Qiang people on the top of the cliff of the temporary camp, and he was the leader.

Mazi carried a cloth bag and said to Wang Ping: "Boss, do you want to eat?" ”

In order to unify the distribution and avoid the loss of rations caused by the death of soldiers, the flying army began to implement food control, and the collected food was kept by a special person, and the neat pockmarked pockmark served as a custodian to ensure that everyone's life-saving food was safe and sound. This small half bag contains all the dry food of the flying army, and it is not a problem to feed more than a dozen mouths, but if you have to divide more than two hundred mouths, the food distributed to each person is pitiful.

Wang Ping frowned and said, "That's all?" ”

"That's all."

"Fat."

"How much?"

"Half." Wang Ping hesitated for a moment, but still made this decision.

He couldn't care what to do when he ran out of food.

Most of us have reached the limit of our bodies, and if we don't get dry food, maybe some people won't be able to support it. Besides, even Wang Ping doesn't know if he will still be able to breathe after the next battle, and the death row prisoners will be able to eat a full meal before they are executed, not to mention these brothers who share life and death?

"No." Mako nodded.

He took a fist-sized piece of dried pork from the bag, placed it on the stone, and then turned away.

"Excuse me, divide it." Wang Ping said to Jia Mu.

As soon as the words fell, Jamu had already pounced and divided the dried meat into three parts.

handed one to Wang Ping, and seeing that the flying soldier who was cleaning Wang Ping's wounds was really idle with his hands, he informed him and asked him to take it after he was done, and then grabbed his share and stuffed it into his mouth, and waited to chew it.

Jamu knew that he was insulting to Sven for eating, but he was so hungry now that he couldn't care about it.

"Don't eat too fast." Wang Ping said suddenly.

Jamu Yileng: "What? ”

"Indigestible, wasteful."

Jamu is ashamed and landless, food is so scarce, how shameful is it to waste?

"How do I eat it?"

"Look."

Wang Ping brought the dried meat to his mouth, tore a small strip along the lines of the dried meat, chewed it slowly, and chewed it for a while before swallowing it. Wang Ping chewed for a long time, as if he wanted to squeeze out every bit of energy in the food to replenish the needs of the body.

Jia Mu looked at Wang Ping with a little more admiration.

He didn't say anything, just tore off a small strip of meat and chewed it carefully.

When cleaning the wound, Wang Ping gasped in pain, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and he didn't say a word.

This young man, who is several years younger, has a calmness, perseverance and resoluteness that is extremely incommensurate with his age, and Wang Ping is an excellent general in terms of ability and temperament. Not to mention anything else, the fact that the Flying Army has been fighting alone in the Qiang Land Realm for so long, fighting until it runs out of ammunition and food, and the whole army has not collapsed after losing nearly seventy percent, is definitely an unreasonable phenomenon beyond Jia Mu's long-established understanding, and it is an unimaginable miracle.

"Alright." The soldier of the Flying Army, who treated Wang Ping's wounds, said seriously: "Boss, your injuries should not be done again. ”

Wang Ping nodded: "Oh." ”

"Every time you promise quickly, you just don't keep your promise."

The warrior muttered quietly, picked up his share of the meat from the stone, and got up to leave.

"It won't last long like this, how many people are left?" When the warrior was gone, Jamu whispered.

"Two hundred and seven." Wang Ping said in a deep voice.

"How many people can fight?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on the enemy and the situation." Wang Ping glanced at Jia Mu and explained: "The remaining brothers, those seem to be dying, and they may be able to get up and fight hard when the enemy comes." In the same way, those who seem to be able to fight, even if no one touches them, they may suddenly fall and never be able to get up on their own. It must be counted, about 100 people. ”

Jia Mu lowered his head, not daring to look at Wang Ping's eyes.

He also knew that the flying army had almost reached the point of running out of oil, and the troops had been able to hold on until now with the support of the unyielding faith in their chests. He was shocked by the tenacity, tenacity, and single-mindedness of his comrades, but seeing such a strong force fall into a desperate situation and on the verge of extinction for various reasons, Jia Mu could fully understand the pain and self-blame in Wang Ping's heart.

Wang Ping's expression was calm, but the fierce emotions in his eyes were all in Jia Mu's eyes.

Wrath.

Pathos.

Unwilling.

Repression.

Sad......

As one of the ace troops of the Deer Chasing Army, the Flying Army has experienced countless vicious battles, and it is not without major losses, but it has never been so painful as this time, and it is almost completely annihilated.

The robes that got along day and night fell one by one, and Wang Ping was extremely painful, and his heart was full of remorse and self-blame.

He hated himself for not avoiding danger early and putting the whole army in danger.

He hated himself for failing to protect more of his brothers and leaving many good men buried in foreign lands.

He hated that he didn't master the [Defend] trait of Xiang Bai Yu, and the troops did not have the attribute of temporary invincibility.

He hated even more that he could not find enough food and medicine for his wounds, and that the soldiers had to starve and fight bloodily.

There was a chirp in the abdomen, the feeling of hunger had lasted for days, everyone was hungry, everyone was trying to reduce unnecessary activities as much as possible, and even the strength to speak was precious.

The Zhulu Leader was known for his wealth, and the lord was generous, and he always valued the military, and never treated his soldiers badly in terms of logistics. Thinking about it seriously, although there were many battles in the past, the Zhulu Army had almost never experienced such an embarrassing situation. The supply of ordinary troops is still guaranteed, let alone such an ace as the flying army.

Wang Ping has never missed food so much as he does now.

He knows his soldiers.

Even if altitude sickness is still plaguing the troops, the sudden outbreak of bravery of the Qiang people is indeed very troublesome, but how can the Fei Army be an ordinary army? He firmly believes that if everyone is fed up now, even if the flying army can't fight back against the pursuers in one go, it is still quite sure that it will recover its disadvantage and fight with its opponents on a par.

Pity......

Jia Mu couldn't do anything about it, and he muttered for a long time, and said, "Why don't you break it into pieces and escape separately?" ”

"Nope." Wang Ping flatly refused.

"It's good to run a few runs......

"You don't know us well enough that we won't leave our wounded brother behind." Wang Ping smiled miserably and said: "This is the territory of the Qiang people, the chasing soldiers are close at hand, and it is not easy to get rid of the division of troops, I am afraid that everyone will die faster, maybe someone can run away, but none of the seriously injured brothers can live...... Besides, we haven't finished our mission yet, and we've died so many brothers that we still haven't taken you out in the end...... How can you be worthy of your dead brother? ”

In the end, Wang Ping's eyes became more and more cold.

Jamu was speechless.

It's all this time, and it's crazy to be thinking about completing the task......

Not only Wang Ping himself is crazy, but the entire army is like this......

What a terrible force......

Jamu fell silent.

Before this, Jia Mu, who was born as a scholar, was somewhat unaccustomed to these Yimin warriors, and always felt that their language was vulgar, they did not understand etiquette, and it was difficult for them to enter the elegant hall, but now, he only admired and moved in his heart.

Wang Ping also stopped talking, chewing the last bit of dried meat carefully, with mixed feelings.

I just mentioned that the task has not been completed, and it is not that he is crazy.

Despite the perilous situation, Wang Ping still holds hope in his heart.

He knows very well how powerful the Zhulu Leader is, and he also knows what kind of lord Yu Buzhi is.

Knowing that the flying army is in distress, the territory will definitely launch a rescue, no matter what!

In that case, what reason does the Flying Army have to give up?

More importantly, he felt that the Flying Army was becoming different, as if some long-hidden instinct was being awakened, and the pursuit of the Qiang people was the best tonic for awakening the instinct. He didn't know what would happen next, the process was too difficult and too painful, he just wanted to lead everyone to carry it together, break through the thorns, and move towards tomorrow.

He was not allowed to have more time to think, and the flying army on duty warned him.

The enemy is coming again.