In the third year of Yongxi in the Northern Song Dynasty, the Song army was divided into three northern expeditions, and Song Liao fought fiercely for nearly a day in the twenty miles north of Yijin Pass, and the blood flowed like a river, and the Song army suffered heavy casualties.

Cao Bin, the commander of the Song army's east road, was greedy for merit, was ambushed by the Liao army and suffered from the enemy, and the deputy general Yi Jiuxiao was ordered to lead 3,000 people outside Zhuozhou to block the pursuit of the Liao army and cover the withdrawal of the commander and the army.

In the face of tens of thousands of Liao troops, just 3,000 people are tantamount to mantis arms as a car. However, Yi Jiuxiao, the leading deputy general, was brave and good at fighting, skillfully using various terrain and terrain to effectively block the Liao army, repelling the attacks of the Liao army several times, and delaying the advance of the Liao army.

However, the huge gap in strength is a hard wound, and it cannot be made up for by heroic tenacity. Two hours later, more than half of Yi Jiuxiao's subordinates had been killed or wounded, and the Liao army's charge was like a collapsed river embankment, wave after wave. The feathers of the Liao archers flew all over the sky, penetrating the iron armor of the Song army, and one by one the warriors fell. The bow and arrow were followed by a charge of thousands of cavalry, crushed by iron hooves.

Another hour passed, and Yi Jiuxiao looked around, and there were only a few dozen brothers left. He has been practicing literature and martial arts since he was a child, and he joined the army at the age of eighteen, six years ago, these soldiers were selected and trained by him, and in the past battles were only a small number of attrition, and today it seems that the whole army is about to be wiped out.

Blood had stained his robes red, and the palm of his hand holding the golden spear was even more bloody, and there was his own blood, mostly enemy blood, and he couldn't remember how many enemy soldiers he had killed.

Fatigue and fatigue rushed towards him, whether to hold on or to evacuate, the two consciousnesses fought fiercely in his mind, and finally he chose to fight until the last moment, one was to buy time for the retreating Song army, and the other was that the brothers had already sacrificed their lives, and he was not willing to survive.

After his clear thinking, if he had divine help, he galloped into the enemy formation with a spear in hand, like a mad tiger killing into a flock, the spear in his hand stabbed left and right, the Liao army fell one after another, and he was forced to kill out of a passage, and the remaining dozens of soldiers also followed closely behind to fight.

The startled Liao army finally came to their senses, and under the command of the main general, surrounded Yi Jiuxiao. The soldiers lined up, and the rows of spearmen surrounded the water, apparently trying to trap Yi Jiuxiao and capture him alive.

But how could Yi Jiuxiao be caught by him, he danced his spear and used the family heirloom stunt "Overlord Eighteen Style", like a martial god, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of Liao soldiers died under his gun, and two Liao generals also died. The main general of the Liao soldiers finally became anxious, waved the formation flag to let the spearmen retreat, and suddenly Yi Jiuxiao's surroundings were vacant for more than a dozen zhang.

Immediately after that, arrows rained down in the Liao soldiers' camp, shooting towards Yi Jiuxiao's place one after another, and hundreds of them fell in an instant. Yi Jiuxiao brandished his spear and dialed the carving feather, but there were more and more arrows, almost a thousand at the same time.

With a "poof", an arrow hit Yi Jiuxiao's back, his movements slowed down, and he was hit by several arrows, and finally even the people and horses were shot to a bloody blur, and the dozens of soldiers who followed him had already been killed by random arrows.

In the Qi country of the Cangtian Continent, a remote small street town Qiaotouji, there is a group of people around the street, or pointing fingers, or sighing for a long time, only to see a young man curled up on the ground by the wall, ragged, unkempt, at first glance is a beggar.

"This child has just died, and his body is still warm, probably starving to death. A long-bearded old man touched the little beggar's snort and chest, and said with a look of pity.

A chubby middle-aged woman next to her disagreed with the old man's statement, "Yesterday he stood in front of my stall, and I gave him two steamed buns, why did he starve to death in one day." ”

"I think he died of illness, this kid has always looked unwell, you see how thin he has become. ”

The words of a middle-aged man were recognized by everyone, and the little beggar lying on the ground was sallow-faced, so thin that his skin was covered with bones, and he was not a healthy teenager at first glance.

Most of the residents of this little beggar Qiaotouji know each other, it seems that he wandered here three years ago, everyone asked him age, and the answer was eight years old, and when asked his name, the answer was "dog", and more information could not be asked. Although the local residents were generally not wealthy, they often gave alms to the little beggars, and the woman who sold the steamed buns, Aunt Wang, gave him a few breads every once in a while.

While the crowd was watching and discussing, they sent someone to inform the magistrate, because this was a matter of human life, and it was difficult for everyone to deal with it without permission. A kind villager went home and brought a white cloth to cover the little beggar.

At this moment, everyone saw a faint white light flickering in the air, and it fell on the little beggar in an instant. In a few breaths, the little beggar's body trembled.

Someone had sharp eyes and exclaimed: "The dog is not dead." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the little beggar's body moved again, and then the movements became louder and louder, as if he was struggling in pain. When everyone looked at this, they didn't dare to act rashly, and the villagers holding the white cloth also hung their hands in the air.

After a while, the little beggar stopped struggling, and slowly opened his eyes, staring at the sky, confused and empty, as if thinking about something.

"Huh", everyone exclaimed in unison, and the little beggar actually came to life.

The long-bearded old man, who had spoken before, bent down to help the little beggar and sat him up. He said, "You dog is really fateful." ”

"Dog...... Who is the dog?" the little beggar stood up with his hands on the ground, and then continued to look around at the crowd with confused eyes.

"You're the dog!" said several people almost in unison.

The little beggar straightened his thin chest, looked at everyone, and said loudly: "I don't call a dog, I'm Yi Jiuxiao." ”

When the three words "Yi Jiuxiao" came out of his mouth, there was a slight shock between heaven and earth! Even the morning sun that had just risen from heaven and earth seemed to flicker.

"Yi Jiuxiao's name is good, the dog is not good, it seems that this child's illness is cured, and he remembers his name. Aunt Wang, who sold steamed buns, spoke, and her words resolved the doubts of the onlookers.

Everyone changed from stunned to relieved, and they all said: "In the future, we will call you Yi Jiuxiao, not a dog." ”

How did the dog become Yi Jiuxiao?

In fact, the little beggar dog really died, and the child was born with "lost soul", and his soul was incomplete, and he barely survived for eleven years. He was discovered by the people in the morning market not long after he died, and when everyone was watching, Yi Jiuxiao's soul was attached to his body and came to life.

Although the heroic soul is immortal and the loyal soul is eternal, Yi Jiuxiao's soul has passed through countless heavenly moats and been reincarnated in this otherworldly continent, is it the will of heaven?

After the resurrection, Yi Jiuxiao clearly remembered that he died, and the pain before death was unforgettable. After the resurrection, I thought it was in the underworld at first, but when I looked at the rising sun, I knew that it was not, and the yin was dark and cold in the legend.

Looking at the emaciated child's body again, he seemed to understand something. After all, he was a battle-hardened person, and although he was full of doubts, he calmed down.

The crowd of onlookers are all kind, and their faces are no different from those of the Great Song Dynasty, but their clothes are different, they look very simple and vicissitudes, and they can understand what they say.

"Where is this?" he asked himself, trying to judge as he struggled.

"Let's eat a baked cake, if you don't have to eat it in the future, go to my store and ask for it." ”

A kind uncle took out two baked cakes from his store and handed them to Yi Jiuxiao, who was standing in the center of the crowd, a little stubborn and a little ignorant.

"Thank you, uncle! From now on, I don't want to eat, I have to eat with my own hands. ”

A firm voice came from Yi Jiuxiao's young body, his thin body stood upright and straight, and everyone seemed to see not a little beggar, but a soldier, or even a general.