The rain is still falling.

Chen Qing stretched out his hand to catch a little rainwater, washed away the brains and pus and blood that covered his eyes, and used all his strength to lift off several corpses on his body and crawl out of the pile of corpses.

Dizzy and weak, Chen Qing still gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Where am I?"

Chen Qing only remembers the moment when the drug dealer's truck crashed into it.........

But what about now? Gray rain and mist shrouded the land, surrounded by endless mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, under the feet were countless stumps, severed arms and split heads, and white brains flowed all over the ground.

The corpses of men and horses are intertwined, the flesh and blood blurred, layered on top of each other, and it is impossible to distinguish between a man and a horse.

Blood and rain were mixed together, the internal organs piled up all over the ground, and the intestines hung on the broken weapons, and even the rain could not dilute the spread between the heavens and the earth...... The unbearable smell of fish.

Not far away, a horse with its front leg cut off lay in a pool of blood, looking at Chen Qing with sad eyes.

Chen Qing couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, could it be ........ hell?

"Chief Chen, save me!"

A low voice came from behind him.

Chen Qing turned around, and in the middle of a pile of corpses, a thin hand was exposed, moving slightly.

Chen Qing hurriedly moved the corpses, he didn't know where he got the strength, he actually dragged the body of a war horse away, and struggled to move away from the three corpses, he was panting, and his waist couldn't stand up.

The caller for help was a teenager, whose face looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old, like a sheep about to be slaughtered, lying helplessly in a pool of blood.

Seeing the young man's body, Chen Qing's heart sank into the abyss all of a sudden.

The boy was pierced into the lower abdomen with a spear and nailed to the ground.

The young man was already dying, and his voice was getting lower and lower, "Captain Wu, help me!" ”

He actually called himself Wu Chang, and Chen Qing suddenly realized that this is not hell, this is the battlefield..........

Chen Qing hurriedly held the young man's hand and shouted, "You tell me first, what year is it and where am I?" ”

The young man's faint eyes suddenly brightened, flashing a trace of surprise, this was his last ray of life, the moment he returned to the light, he spit out four words with difficulty: 'Jianyan four years........

"Ahh

Chen Qing was stunned, four years after Jianyan, wasn't that the Northern Song Dynasty just destroyed?

"You hold on, hold on!"

Chen Qing slowly carried the young man out of the corpse pile, the young man's head drooped softly, and he was already out of breath.

…………

The mud and blood slipped together, and Chen Qing used a broken spear as a crutch and stumbled through the pile of corpses.

At this moment, there was a neighing of a war horse behind him.

As soon as he turned around, in the rain and fog, a cavalryman appeared dozens of paces away, wearing iron armor, with a hat on his head like two banana peels upside down, and two horns.

He carried a long knife at his waist, a spear in his hand, and an axe on his back, and his cold gaze penetrated the rain and mist, like a leopard that had found its prey, cold and fierce.

There were more than a dozen human heads hanging from the neck and on both sides of the saddle, and the tall war horse spewed white gas, and the thick iron hooves beat the ground.

Chen Qing suddenly understood, this must be the Jurchen cavalry.

He turned around and fled, and the Jurchen cavalry screamed sharply and chased after him.

In a moment, Chen Qing was caught up by the war horse, and the Jurchen cavalry showed a cruel smile on their faces, raised their spears high, and stabbed him in the back.

Chen Qing is not the first time to kill people, and he has faced the most vicious drug lords countless times, and he has the calm composure of a mountain and the sensitivity of a cheetah.

His body flashed, and he rolled on his side, dodging the thunderous stab of the Jurchen cavalry.

The Jurchen cavalry pierced the air with a spear, using too much force, only listening to the 'click!' With a bang, the spear pierced into the iron-scaled armor of the corpse of a Song general.

The Jurchen cavalry drew their spears and stabbed back, but the spearhead was stuck by the iron scale armor.

The opportunity came in an instant, if you didn't catch it, it would be lost in an instant, Chen Qing seized this opportunity, he picked up half a spear and stabbed it fiercely.

The rain and mist blurred the corner of the Jurchen cavalry's eyes, and he did not notice or realize that the prey was backing up.

'Poof! ’

The sharp spear pierced the iron armor of the Jurchen cavalry and pierced into his lower back.

The Jurchen cavalry screamed, switched their horses and fled, and disappeared into the gray rain and fog in a moment.

Chen Qing was also completely out of strength, sitting in the muddy water with his buttocks, every muscle in his body was in pain, and the pain made him spasm all over.........

After resting for half an hour, my strength recovered a little.

Chen Qing stood up and flipped the headless general's body over, peeling the iron scale armor off his body.

Chen Qing took off the heavy leather armor on his body, wiped the rain off his face, and carefully put on the iron scale armor.

In fact, the effect of both types of armor in melee combat is similar, and neither can prevent the neck and head, but the iron scale armor can give him a little more security.

Chen Qing took out a pack of dry cakes from the general's arms and stuffed them into his arms.

He saw a bronze medal around the other man's waist again, and he ripped it off.

'Woo-'

The sound of antlers suddenly sounded in the distance, Chen Qing felt the figure of the cavalry swaying in the distance, he was frightened, and fled to the north.

…………

When the day was almost dawn, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Chen Qing finally walked out of the battlefield.

At this time, Chen Qing unexpectedly met four Song soldiers who were just as lucky to survive as him.

The four of them looked at Chen Qing uneasily, and Chen Qing's iron scale armor on his body made the other party misunderstand.

The misunderstanding is not important, the important thing is that the few of them really need a leader.

"You call me Chen Yuhou!"

Chen Qing's tone was calm, he didn't understand the military system of the Song Dynasty, so he had to remember that there was a Marquis Lu Yu in "Water Margin", who seemed to be a low-level general.

"Chen Yuhou, where should we go?"

The four soldiers looked at him with a blank squint.

"I'm a little confused, where are we now?"

"In Fuping County!"

Chen Qing's mind flashed through the 'Battle of Fuping'.

In the fourth year of Jianyan, the Jin soldiers attacked Sichuan and Shaanxi, and the 200,000 Song troops fought a decisive battle with tens of thousands of Jin soldiers led by Wanyan Lou in Fuping County, Guanzhong, and ended in a crushing defeat for the Song army, and tens of thousands of soldiers died on the battlefield.

They are the survivors of the tens of thousands of fallen soldiers.

Chen Qing suddenly found that he should go south, it was wrong to go north, the main force of the Song army was retreating in the direction of Sichuan.

But at this time, he was already unable to help himself, and several muffled antlers were heard not far away, and they were spotted by the Jurchen sentry cavalry.

"Let's go!"

Chen Qing led four Song soldiers to the north to a forest.

Three Jurchen sentry cavalry galloped from the flank, their faces fierce and murderous, armed with sharp axes, and they were getting closer and closer, they were still more than a hundred steps from the woods, but the cavalry was only twenty steps away from them.

"Don't run!" Chen Qing shouted and stopped.

"Anyway, it's all a death, it's better to fight with them!"

He swung his spear and roared, "Kill—"

Without hesitation, Chen Qing rushed towards the oncoming Jurchen cavalry.

The four Song soldiers were shocked by Chen Qing's resoluteness, and the eldest soldier suddenly raised his spear and shouted: "Fight with them!" ”

Four Song soldiers also rushed forward.

The sentry cavalry was the elite scout of the Jurchen army, and the three cavalrymen were all big and round-waisted, skilled in martial arts, and were especially good at archery and horse archery, but unfortunately the rain was too heavy, and the bowstring was soaked by the rain and became soft, and the cavalry could not use bows and arrows.

The Jurchen cavalry led by the leader saw several remnants of the Song army rushing towards him, he sneered with arrogance on his face, put away his sharp axe, took off his spear, accelerated his horse's speed, and stabbed at the other party with a spear.

Chen Qing rushed to the front of him, but the person disappeared suddenly, the Jurchen cavalry pierced the air with a spear, and suddenly there was a sharp pain under the right rib, which was painful, and the Jurchen cavalry screamed, turned over and fell off the horse.

Before he could land, Chen Qing pierced his temple with a spear in the air, and the Jurchen cavalry was stabbed to death on the spot.

Chen Qing waved his spear and met another Jurchen cavalryman.

The morale of the four Song soldiers was greatly boosted, and they besieged a Jurchen cavalry, but for a moment, the war horse was stabbed down, and the Jurchen cavalry was overturned to the ground.

The Jurchen cavalry, who were fighting fiercely with Chen Qing, saw that the situation was not good, turned their horses and fled, and at the same time sounded the horn for help.

"Woo! Woo! ”

Chen Qing waved his arm and threw a spear, the spear drew a parabola, piercing the enemy's body from behind, the tip of the spear penetrated from the chest, and the huge inertia took the Jurchen cavalry off the war horse and nailed it to the ground.

The brilliant blow made the four soldiers cheer with excitement.

Suddenly, there was a horn sound from the south, and the newly captured war horse violently broke free of Liu Wu's hand and ran towards the horn.

"Marquis Yu, they're here!" Zhao Xiaoyi pointed to the distance and shouted in fear.

In the vast rain and fog, hundreds of Jurchen cavalry rushed from the south, and the momentum was terrifying.

"Run!"

Chen Qing threw down his spear and ran wildly towards the woods with four of his men.