Chapter 151: Lost
is also different from other stories that he did not have both parents dead, his parents are good, they live happily, and their brothers and sisters are all happy, but he, I don't know for what reason, probably has no sense of existence in his hometown, so he chose a military career.
Nanwu and the Northern Tang Dynasty have not been at war for many years, and Nanwu is also a rich country and a strong people, so he originally thought that his career as a soldier was quite good, except for the daily training and hard work, there was still no pressure.
It wasn't until later that Guan Zhengxing led an army of 100,000 to attack the Northern Tang Dynasty, and there was him there.
At that time, the first emperor of the Northern Tang Dynasty had just died, and they were overwhelmed, and his uneasiness about the war was diluted by successive victories, and their casualties were few, while the casualties of the Northern Tang people were very large.
It wasn't until later that they attacked Chang'an and fought Wang Dudu to the death.
And so, the nightmare came.
On that day, the battle was very fierce, he didn't think about many things clearly, he only knew that he had killed a lot of people, and his comrades-in-arms around him had also died a lot, but as long as Guan Zhengxing's banner was waving over there, they felt full of strength and fearless.
But later, they suddenly heard the news that Guan Zhengxing had been killed, so the banner of the Guan family also fell.
The defeat began.
Fight? Inexistent. Although he also killed many Northern Tang people later and was seriously wounded, it was not for the sake of fighting, but for survival.
Flee while killing enemies.
At first, he ran and ran with many people, running south, it was his hometown, he didn't need to go back to Changde, he just needed to reach the side of the Huai River, he would feel happy, but later, I don't know what happened, he was the only one left.
He was still running, and then he didn't dare to run during the day, so he ran at night.
During this period, he gradually met the Southern Wu people who fled with him, but they would not be together for long, they would disperse, and he did not know whether those people had fled to other places or died.
He still remembers that day, the rain was pouring down, there was mud everywhere, he ran desperately, because he saw the Huai River, he was very hungry that day, a few days ago he had stolen something to eat in some Northern Tang villages, but after all, he still couldn't resist hunger.
There were three Northern Tang cavalrymen behind him, and they spotted him, and they were shouting loudly in the official dialect of the Northern Tang Dynasty that he did not understand.
Fortunately, they didn't have a bow, only a knife.
Later, they still caught up with him, because he couldn't outrun the horse, but he didn't know where he got the courage and luck, he knocked one person off the horse, I don't know whether the other party is alive or dead, and then he rode up himself, his horse skills are not very good, but in the end he actually got rid of two other Northern Tang cavalry, but he was stabbed in the back.
When the water vapor of the Huai River came to his face, he jumped down without hesitation, his water skills were very good, he swam across the Huai River with amazing perseverance with serious injuries, and slept for a whole day and a night before waking up, and then he got up, knocked on a fisherman's hut, and drank a sip of hot fish soup, only to learn that the news of the defeat of Southern Wu had spread all over the world, and the army of the Northern Tang began to assemble towards the Huai River.
In this way, as a hero who returned from a bloody battle, he chose to join other armies and prepare to resist the attack of the Northern Tang.
In the dead of night, he will find that in fact, uneasiness will sometimes overcome courage, like now, feeling the cool wind of the night, he feels a biting chill, and begins to be slightly frightened.
In the midst of this uneasiness, he vaguely heard a very special sound in the Huai River, followed by a fire.
The Southern Wu people came out of the camp tent one after another, carrying spears and straddle Wu hook knives, shouting and rushing forward, and were led by the generals to attack to a place where they did not know if it was correct or not.
"The Northern Tang people have come over and beat them back to the other end of the Huai River!"
In the midst of the chaos, he faintly heard such a voice, and he determined what was happening.
The fire flickered, flickering and dimming, and countless people rushed in front of and behind him, his face a little unclear between light and shadow.
He didn't move, like a puppeteer, and he looked at the figure longingly, and suddenly felt as if he had dreamed again.
He had dreamed countless times that he had taken the soft little hand of a certain girl, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember her appearance clearly, so he realized that it was another dream, although it was far from the current plot, but the sense of absurdity and unreality was so close.
"Jiang Tunshui, what are you doing in a daze, the general has given an order, follow the brothers to rush together!"
A burly man stopped, and when he saw his stunned appearance, he couldn't help but shout loudly.
He is a native of Xiangyang, and in this army, he is one of the very few people whose hometown is very close to his hometown, so they have a good relationship.
On the side of the Huai River in late spring, the damp air hit again, and Jiang Tunshui shivered again, and the spear in his hand trembled for a moment, and then he still clenched it.
He was a little more sober, and the light of the fire seemed to have a warmth in his skin, so he answered, and rushed forward with his gun.
He didn't know what was going on, but he felt that he had been rushing forward with his troops for a long time at first, but he had never encountered the Northern Tang people.
Their sailors defeated the Northern Tang Sailors in the previous attack, but when Guan Zhengxing died and the Northern Tang people attacked again, they didn't seem to have much resistance, which made him feel a chill in his heart.
After Guan Zhengxing's death, it seemed that he had taken away all the remaining combat power of them.
Of course, later, they still met the well-equipped Northern Tang people, and those spears of the Northern Tang Dynasty were not too different from the spears of Southern Wu in the eyes of other people who had not participated in the war of Guan Zhengxing, but the Tang knives straddling their waists were really strange.
The Northern Tang people were numerous, and they were better equipped than them, and their overall military literacy was higher than theirs, so it was obvious that the troops that attacked were the elite of the Northern Tang Dynasty, and they were not like them, which were put together in a hurry, and their strength was uneven.
The moon at night was very bright, the flames were shining in all directions, and the shouts of killing spread all over the wilderness, and the battle of crossing the river in the Northern Tang Dynasty suddenly broke out in such a sudden situation.
Jiang Tunshui held his gun, as if he had returned to the day when the banner of the Guan family fell.
He desperately killed the enemy, and after the tip of the spear broke through the hard and thick armor of the Northern Tang people many times, it was finally blunt, and it was completely scrapped, like a bare pole.
He pulled out the Wu hook knife, his face was red, his eyes were red, and the injuries on his body were getting more and more, but gradually he found that there were fewer and fewer comrades fighting side by side around him, and he began to wonder where they had gone.
It wasn't until the brother from Xiangyang fell that he understood the answer to this question.
After the Northern Tang attack lasted for two hours, he followed the Southern Wu army and began to retreat.
This means that the bank of the Huai River is lost.
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(Actually, it's good to write a chapter of running accounts~)
(End of chapter)