Chapter 262: Chaotic Battle

A flock of sparrows fluttered to the top of the building, crying happily. Listening to the chirping of birds outside, he got up in his clothes because he remembered that he didn't close his eyes all night, went out of the house, and looked into the distance by holding on to the railing of the bamboo building.

Taking a deep breath of moist and fresh air, a burst of freshness went straight to the heart and lungs along the nose and throat, and as the turbid air accumulated in the chest at night was exhaled, the body seemed to be injected with a vibrant sweet spring, and the power was transmitted to the limbs and bones, and the whole person's spirit could not help but be lifted.

The rosé dam was completely hidden in the churning white mist. The quietly diffusing morning mist is like a light veil, gently covering the fields, streams, trees, and large and small bamboo buildings. In the mist, the surrounding scenery loomed, and even the distant mountains, which were so high that they reached into the sky, only occasionally showed a corner shyly when the morning breeze blew, and even disappeared into mystery again.

As if there was life, the fog was flowing, agile, surging in clusters, and dissipating with the breeze, sometimes thick, sometimes dispersing, and the edge of the pole reflected the golden glow of the sun, like the light in a fairyland. In the depths of the morning mist, there is a hazy green, which is a patch of green crops, pregnant with the hope of Jidou Village.

The outlines of the trees are blurred in the morning mist, but there is occasionally a crystal light shining in the shadow of the canopy, and the swaying branches, the dew drops shimmer in the sun, exuding a multicolored jewel-like brilliance, like an idyllic landscape painting, and from time to time there is a flash of color, full of vitality.

Although the stream flowing next to the village can not be seen in the fog, the sound of gurgling water is like the sound of nature, which is the unique agility and rhythm of Miao Village. The roosters in the village began to crow, accompanied by a pleasant rustle of the leaves, and the hens clucked and clucked and led the chirping chicks out of the nest, looking for grass insects whose wings were wet with dew. In the corner of the bamboo building, a few wildflowers were also awakened by the morning light, slowly straightening up their tenacious posture and blooming with the color of life.

Warm, peaceful, full of vitality and vitality of Miao Village is like a dream-like scene.

The wind was stronger, and a large cloud drifted over. The clouds under the mountain drifted to the extremely high Jidouzhai is the fog, the thick white fog is rolling and surging, like a turbulent wave, and like boiling water on the fire pond, in an instant, everything that is vaguely visible is wrapped and swallowed, a few steps away is a chaos.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of heavy footsteps in the distance, breaking the silence of the early morning.

Extravagant Chongming was shocked! The battle-hardened King Hao immediately recognized that this was the sound of a march of thousands of people - he had not given an order for the transfer of troops, and An Bangyan would never fail to inform himself of such a large-scale change of defense: these people were neither the Yongning Army nor the Shuixi Army!

But...... The sound came from the northwest direction of Taohong Dam, and it was impossible for the defenders over there to be touched by such a large Han army taking advantage of the fog without sending out the slightest warning signal?

In a moment of hesitation, An Bangyan also ran out from next door and asked blankly, "Brother Amin......"

Yu Chongming shook his head and was about to reply, when the sound of the guard's shouting and a series of Miao questions and answers came from the thick fog. Hearing the voice, the two of them looked relieved: no wonder the guards didn't launch a warning or attack, it was An Xiaoliang who brought someone over.

An Bangyan was about to open his mouth to say hello loudly, but was stopped by a sudden tug from Luxe Chongming. He could discern that in the midst of the cacophony of footsteps and human voices, there was another sound that was faintly audible despite the other's caution. In an instant, the face of the King of Luxury was like ashes: this was a strange sound that represented the arrival of disaster - the grinding sound of the iron armor leaves!

An Xiaoliang and several of his cronies certainly have A. But marching to friendly positions does not require armor, and - such a movement that cannot be suppressed by the footsteps of thousands of people, to say the least, must have hundreds of armor!

"Enemy attack!"

As soon as the shouts of extravagant warning came out, bursts of exclamations and screams sounded one after another not far away!

In an instant, Yu Chongming and An Bangyan understood everything: An Xiaoliang dragged on for so long and refused to return to the division, Sun Jie asked An Yunao to pull out nails and knock on the watchtower unhurriedly but did not send reconnaissance, An Yunao even disdained to capture the prisoner and ask for a confession......

However, it was too late at this point!

The thick white mist almost obscured all vision, and only the cold light of the sword could be vaguely seen rising in all directions in the chaos, the near ones were dazzling like meteors crossing the night sky, and the distant ones flickered like fleeting fireflies outside the gauze tent, accompanied by the large and small blood flowers that bloomed and the screams of the sorrow one after another.

The two of them took out the Miao knife on their waists and rushed downstairs side by side. Seeing the two kings coming down, the guards immediately pulled out several arc-shaped lines of defense and hid them behind them. "Ayan, you take someone to kill the rebel dog, and I'll protect the guard!" After speaking, without waiting for An Bangyan to respond, Yu Chongming rushed to the direction of the heavenly steps to the south with the Yongning Guards - An Xiaoliang had sent people to deliver the message twice, and no one would stop the messenger from wandering around at that time, since this guy had already defected to the Ming Kingdom, then at this moment, of course, the defense of Jidouzhai and Taohong Dam had been fully mastered by the Ming army! In other words, if you are a Ming general, under the cover of An Xiaoliang, you must first destroy the rolling wood thunder stones piled up in the heavenly steps, and then Sun Jie's main force can follow the steps to implement a two-sided attack - and close combat, Sun Jie's department is the most elite strong army in the whole Ming Dynasty, not to mention that it is incredibly terrifying, and its armor advantage is extremely difficult for the coalition army to resist.

The battle in the fog was extremely difficult, and the soldiers on both sides lost most of their visual function, relying on their own intuition and experience to determine friend and foe. Extravagant Chongming knew that at this time, the advantage of the initiative must be on the enemy's side - taking advantage of the morning fog that will appear every day in this season to cover and mix with the surprise attack in the An Xiaoliang army, which is also a Miao soldier, not only will they have identification marks on their bodies, but they are likely to have made some kind of agreement a long time ago, such as a simple Miao password, and the figure who does not answer the correct password is the enemy! And his own side is completely in ignorance, and when he hears Miao Yu's question, he will only respond casually, how can he think that the "friendly army" will suddenly face each other!

Determining location and direction requires the help of markers, which are now hidden in the fog. The phantoms that shuttled through it were like ghosts, which could suddenly appear in any place, followed by the cold light of the sword, and everywhere was the sound of the clashing of blades, shouts, and the muffled sound and screams of the sword entering the body. Losing sight, people's sense of smell has become extraordinarily acute, and the mist is full of pungent smells, which are sweat, blood mixed with the smell of earth and grass juice, all of which makes people feel like falling into hell, but the white picture is rendered by blood and light with a poignant appearance.

When he left the bamboo building, he clearly rushed south, but after encountering several interceptions and killings that he didn't know whether he was friends or foes were confused, he could no longer distinguish the direction. Several people in the guard have fallen under their own swords, in order to avoid accidental injury, some people began to shout loudly while impacting, Yu Chongming hurriedly stopped, but it was still a little late, as soon as the words fell, several sharp arrows broke through the air, and the two guards around him were shot squarely! At this moment, everyone stopped, shrunk into a small ball, and relied on the blurred scenery near to barely distinguish the direction, gesturing to each other to protect the luxury king and stumbling forward slowly, and at the same time slashing at the figure that suddenly emerged from the fog without saying a word! A few of those figures would not hesitate to fight back, and most of them would stop as soon as they identified the group...... But there are exceptions: on two or three occasions, the other party stopped, and the guards naturally stopped as their own, and the guy on the opposite side suddenly burst out again, stabbing the guards in front of him and jumping back into the fog! After suffering a few losses, the guards gradually became red-eyed, and they all let go of the scruples in their hearts, as long as the other party did not turn around and fled, they continued to kill the killer - Yu Chongming estimated that there were far more of his own people who died under the guards' knife than An Xiaoliang's rebels.

Before he got out of the village, a killing sound suddenly erupted in the distance, followed by a series of deafening thunderous sounds, and Yu Chongming suddenly felt like he was hit by five thunders: It's over! The rebels have preemptively reached the heavenly steps, and in the chaos they have succeeded in their surprise attacks, and after killing the defenders, they have pushed all those rolling boulders down the empty steps!

Loud noises came one after another, and there were faintly mixed with faintly audible screams, and even the ground under his feet was trembling slightly: in order to resist and give Sun Jie's attacking troops the greatest damage, in addition to the rocks at the highest place, the two corners of the heavenly steps were also piled up, and at this moment, they were all smashed and collapsed by the roaring boulders, thus causing an avalanche-like chain reaction - no need to ask, the fate of the two defenders is needless to say, such a landslide cracks, even the ants will not have a chance to survive.

Yu Chongming knew that An Xiaoliang brought people up at this time, and the Ming Kingdom must have been fully prepared. Falling rocks are a signal, and it won't be long before Sun Jie will take Liu Chao and An Yunao to kill the generals along the heavenly steps! The natural danger barrier has gone, and we can't delay time in vain, and we will find An Xiaoliang to settle accounts in the future! King Hao took the guards who had lost nearly half of their men and ran back to meet An Bangyan.

In fact, if it weren't for the dense fog, when Yu Chongming turned around and ran back, An Xiaoliang stood in a daze fifty steps away from him. Someone patted him on the shoulder: "General An, don't worry, if you lose your official position, you will lose it, you must have saved your life, and someone will guarantee you!" Then the man turned his fat face and wiped the blood stains on his forehead and shouted to his subordinates, "Rest and rest, pull out the defense line for Lao Tzu to defend here!" I can't see anything clearly, I don't want to see my life lost in confusion if I win! Lao San, you take some people down to greet the marshal, and then clear the road. ”

One step earlier than Yu Chongming, it was Lao Shun and the elite of the five hundred Sichuan army led by him!

*Supplement the knowledge points of the previous chapter: "Those who are not of my race will have different hearts"

The original text of "Zuo Chuan" is "If you are not of my race, your heart will be different." Although Chu is big, it is not our ethnic group, and I care about its Ken words? ”

The word "clan" here means clan, clan, not nation. Needless to say, at that time in the Ming Dynasty, to this day, strictly speaking, our so-called "nation" is far from being rigorous in terms of genetics-the southwest region is often artificially defined according to geographical conditions: two brothers, one who lives in Hedong is defined as a certain race, and those who live in Hexi are defined as another race; Another example is the Hui people, which should actually refer to the group that believes in Islam, which has little to do with biological genetics, and ethnically speaking, most of them are Han Chinese - of course, the definition of Han nationality itself is even less rigorous, and the result of many wars in history and the great migration of people is inevitably ethnic integration. As for the "race" in the malicious and illogical sentence that "those who are not of my race must have different hearts" to be extended to a nation, it is even more nonsense: beauty and evil are enough, right?

A little further afield. Human beings in the primitive stage have low productivity, not to mention that the production of cash crops depends on God's wind and rain, and when they go out to fish and hunt, they can't save their lives when they encounter fierce beasts, and occupying a rich land is of course the best guarantee for survival - so there will be competition and conflict. At this time, the individual is completely unable to survive, and the most reliable is only blood relatives, like lions, wolves, wildebeests.

A family could neither intermarry within nor effectively fight against more powerful pretenders, so some family groups began to marry – tribes were formed. Over the generations, the members of the tribe would be related by blood, and the primitive clan was formed.

Stemming from the competition for natural resources, the main body of the conflict has expanded from the family to the tribe, but the cost is also greater: the two tribes are at war, the defeated are killed, the victor is also greatly injured, and the others are picked up in vain...... So later, some smart people thought of tribal alliance-the prototype of "country" appeared: King Wu's war was a tribal alliance.

Or around the possession of natural resources, conflicts between countries erupt, a dozen for thousands of years. During this period, in order to bless their combat power, various gods appeared - look, we have the protection of Athena, hum, we have the god of war Ares, don't be afraid, the warriors who died in battle will go to Valhalla to enjoy the feast...... Then the wars of religion began: my god is better than your god!

In fact, the root cause is the competition for resources.

It was not until after World War II that the productive forces developed unprecedentedly: agricultural crops no longer needed to rely too much on God's face, ships/airplanes/railways could allow all kinds of materials to circulate quickly and at low cost on a large scale, and the inevitable result of social progress was the continuous refinement of the division of labor and cooperation...... A number of ripe conditions are stacked together, and people begin to think: why should we use the most expensive cost, war, to obtain everything that can be easily obtained through the cheapest means, trade?

In this environment, values will replace blood, clan, and even nation and country as the cornerstone of strong relationships with each other. Therefore, if there was still a little truth in the most primitive stage of the theory that "those who are not of our race must have different hearts" in the period of ignorance, today, like the concept of "slash-and-burn" farming, should be replaced by a more advanced way.

This is true of utensils, and so should thoughts.