Huang Sanwa rushed into the enemy group, and almost instantly was pierced by the long weapon stabbed from all directions, and his whole body was full of holes, he was like a leaky water bag, his whole body leaked blood, and he fell to the ground softly.

Zhang Wen watched the situation in front of him, and fear took over all his feelings...... He was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid of death. Watching those knives and guns pierce people's bodies, his body was cold, but the outside of his body was as hot as in a steamer, and he was sweating profusely.

Soon things began to happen that made Zhang Wen even more desperate, the battle line collapsed, and the Ming army scrambled to flee. The generals shouted and scolded, "Resist! The Retreater, Slash! "Law enforcement team, law enforcement team...... "But the army was like a mountain, and they couldn't stop it, and those who were farmers and craftsmen not long ago had a mental breakdown, and when they saw others fleeing, everyone followed and ran behind.

Zhang Wen realized that the battle situation had gotten out of control, so he turned around and ran without hesitation.

This is not the first time Zhang Wen has experienced such an encounter, and he has been chased and killed by the enemy several times in Liaodong. The way to save everyone's lives is to run faster than their companions, try not to fall behind, and all other ways are to find death. Zhang Wen naturally understood this truth, he took off his armor and threw it away while running, no matter how high the defense was, he would definitely die if he fell behind. The helmet was not taken off, but at least it could protect the important parts a little.

Zhang Wen was extremely frustrated, and the troops in front of the battle were defeated, and the situation was so bad that it couldn't be suffered again, it was simply a complete defeat. At this time, the Ming army encountered a tough enemy and was very easy to rout, because the people's will was no longer ...... The wealth of the empire is in the hands of a very small number of people, but when it comes to war, it needs a majority of people who have almost nothing, who are you fighting for?

Zhang Wen opened his mouth wide, panting, gritting his teeth and running wildly, the only thought in his mind was to run. His legs were limp, he felt like he didn't have enough blood on his head, he was dizzy, and his chest felt like he was pulling a bellows.

Zhang Wen heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and he felt that death was so close to him. Although in the jungle, the horse still runs faster than a man...... Zhang Wen realized that he couldn't run away. He turned around and saw a man on horseback poking at him with a spear, and the sword in Zhang Wen's hand had not yet been thrown, a sword swept over and split the spear, but the barrel of the gun still poked Zhang Wen's chest by the force of the impact.

He was poked on his back and fell, his chest ached, and a thought flashed through his mind that the horse would immediately step on him, as if he had heard his ribs breaking! He didn't think about it, he rolled on the ground almost naturally, and heard the loud sound of the horse's hooves on the ground, as if rubbing his head.

Zhang Wen gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but suddenly there was a pain in his shoulder, he felt the pain of his muscles being torn, and an arrow was plunged into his left shoulder. The shoulder was injured, and there was no fatal injury, and Zhang asked that there was nothing to be thankful about, sooner or later.

He grabbed the sword in his hand, and felt that it was no longer necessary to run again, he gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength, and roared, ready to kill two cushions, damn the battle and died on the battlefield, and it was not a nest to die! At this time, he felt a blow to the left, and his body, which had not fully stood up, was knocked to the right again.

Zhang Wen's body rolled on the ground twice, and suddenly felt that his body was light, and after a while, he fell to the ground again with a "bang". Zhang Wen was smashed to pieces, and he no longer had any strength in his body, but in the whirlwind, he understood that he was rolling down from a height.

His body was almost numb with pain, his mind was dizzy, and his eyes were dizzy, but at this moment, a wave of hope suddenly arose in his heart. Roll down from a height, as long as you don't fall to your death, maybe you can save your life!

After rolling for a while, Zhang Wen's waist suddenly hit a tree, and he felt that his waist was almost broken, and finally stopped. Zhang Wen tried to get up without worrying about it, because his heart was very clear, and the enemy army was on top.

The earth shook around, Zhang Wen couldn't tell the difference, and his head was dizzy when he rolled down just now. He shook his head vigorously, gritted his teeth, and braced himself with his hands. His limbs were painful, limp, and weak, and in some places he had lost sensation at all, and when he tried to get up, his legs and hands were shaking.

Zhang Wen really had no strength, he held on for a while, he really couldn't get up, and then he heard the voices of people above, I was afraid that the enemy would soon chase down and search, after all, the clothes Zhang Wen was wearing were not ordinary soldiers' clothes. Zhang Wen's eyes were wide open, his teeth were so bitten that his mouth was full of blood, and the green tendons on his forehead were protruding, so he finally hugged a tree next to him and held it up.

Lao Tzu doesn't want to die! Zhang Wen only had this one thought. He really doesn't want to die, he still wants to do a lot of great things, and the ambitions and wishes in his heart have not yet been realized.

Zhang Wen tensed his calves, his toes tightened, he took two steps forward, his body shook twice, and he fell to the ground again. His fucking legs don't obey the call at all, he can't work hard at all, no matter how determined he is, it doesn't work, it's like an army, the top wants to fight to the death, but the army doesn't listen to the call, and the commander is useless.

"There, it seems to be an official, go and take off his clothes and cut off his head!"

Not far away, the voices of enemy soldiers could be heard.

Zhang Wen looked back and saw that several enemy soldiers were running towards him. When Zhang Wen fell just now, he didn't even know where the sword had gone, and at this time he felt that he was simply a fish on a cutting board. His hands groped for a while, touched a pebble, and secretly said in his heart: Lao Tzu will bite if he dies!

At this moment, Zhang Wen suddenly realized a problem: pebbles, pebbles are only available by the river! He hurriedly stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes, and looked ahead, isn't there a river beside him?

Zhang Wen hurriedly crawled towards the river, his fingers had been scratched, bloody, ten fingers connected to his heart, so painful that he wanted to cry, but there was not a single tear in his eyes, Zhang Wen had only shed tears once since he could remember, and he basically couldn't get tears at other times.

He climbed to the river, took a deep breath, and fell headlong. The river bank is two battles high, and Zhang Wen sank to the bottom of the river after falling into the water. He took a big breath in his lungs, and when the inertia disappeared, he would definitely float upward, but if he came up, he would be hit by a fire bow and arrow, so Zhang Wenyi touched the bottom of the river, and his hands were gouging, and he touched a big stone and hugged it tightly.

He couldn't see or hear what was going on on the water, and after holding it in the water for a while, he was so suffocated that he let go of the stone and paddled with all his strength along the current.

After a while, he couldn't bear it anymore, his mouth opened wide, the breath in his mouth gurgled out, he wanted to breathe, but he couldn't breathe, there was only one feeling, panic. Zhang Wen drank a lot of water and hurriedly floated up.

Zhang Wen felt like he was going to be drowned, and the river gurgled and poured into his stomach. He felt tired and uncomfortable, and his hands were clawed, but there was nothing but water. At this time, if he can grasp something, he will definitely be able to exert several times his strength. He even felt that it was a relief to die and lose consciousness quickly, but a voice shouted in his head: I want to live!

At this moment, Zhang Wen's ears made a "bang", his head lightened, and the feeling of being oppressed suddenly disappeared, and he reached the river! He hurriedly took a big breath, and in this moment, it was as if everything in the world was not as enjoyable as breathing.

Soon Zhang Wen saw a few reeds that had fallen on the water, so he reached out and grabbed them, and swam along the reed poles to the river. There were many reeds by the river, and he climbed up the bank and fell into the reeds to gasp.

Maybe the enemy soldiers will cross the river and search along the river, but Zhang Wen really has no strength, his body has reached the limit of bearing, and he can only lie here to rest. If the enemy soldiers did search for it, he would have no strength to struggle anymore.

At this time, Zhang Wen noticed that the light was much dimmer than just now, the sun had already set, and it would soon be dark. There was a surge of hope in his heart again.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Wen felt that the fatigue in his body gradually receded, and all parts of his body gradually regained consciousness, but his whole body was in a hot pain, and the pain made his teeth tremble, and even the roots of his teeth hurt. I'm still hungry...... In short, Zhang Wen's situation is extremely bad, and the only thing to be thankful for is that his life is still there.

Zhang Wen checked his whole body, the bones were not broken, and the rest of the place was fine, but there was a half-cut arrow stuck in his left shoulder, and he didn't know how to break it after the arrow. He didn't dare to pull it out, for fear that he would bleed too much and couldn't support it after pulling it out, and there was no medicinal material, and the wound might suppurate.

You can't stay here for a long time, Zhang Wen stood up and walked blankly, he couldn't even tell the direction...... It is possible if there are stars, but there seems to be clouds in the sky, and there is not even a star, and it is pitch black all around.

He walked for a while, gradually calmed down, and analyzed his situation. The Wenzhou battalion was established by itself, although it was defeated, but it did not lose the army of the government, so the punishment of the imperial court should not be too heavy, at least not a capital crime. Moreover, if your army is destroyed, you will definitely be demoted, and your power will be greatly reduced, and it will no longer be possible to quickly become a powerful minister...... In this way, Wei Zhongxian and the others will not worry about the tail at the bottom, and there is no need to get along with themselves.

In short, Zhang Wen believes that as long as he can return to Zhejiang alive, there is still a way to go. Setbacks and failures never dampen Zhang Wen's confidence, and he believes that as long as he is alive, there will never be despair. So his current idea is how to return to Zhejiang alive.

First of all, you must deal with the arrow wound, get the arrow out, and then have a meal and change your clothes. After washing your clothes, put wet clothes on your body, at least to cover your body. This dress is indeed too torn, Zhang Wen took a photo in the water after wearing it, and felt that something looked wrong, and soon he understood what was wrong, because the handsome face did not match the clothes on his body at all. So he grabbed another handful of wet dirt and smeared it on his head, face and arms, making a dirty, black face, which was almost a match.

The sun rose quickly, Zhang Wen's body was warm, his shoulders were swollen and swollen so much, and it would be very dangerous if he didn't think of a way.

Zhang Wen needed a knife, some clean cotton cloth, and a fire. These things are very simple to say, but there are no them in the wilderness and forests, and they can't even raise fire, otherwise they want to drill wood to make fire? This skill was basically lost in the Ming Dynasty, and few people were able to drill into the fire.

After walking for a while, he finally found a village, and his mood was so excited, like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw. Zhang Wen hurried into the village, he was hungry, but hunger was secondary, he needed a knife, some clean cotton cloth, and a fire.

"Uncle, give me a knife......," Zhang Wen said, grabbing an old farmer, and he opened his mouth to realize that his voice was so hoarse that he could barely make a sound.

Give me a knife...... When the old farmer heard half of the words, and saw Zhang Wen's embarrassed appearance, he immediately shook off Zhang Wen and shouted: "Where did you come from, madman, get out!" ”

A peasant woman walked by with a wooden barrel, Zhang Wen hurriedly ran over, and before he could speak, he heard a peasant woman scream. After a while, I saw several big men running over with hoes and nail rakes, and Zhang Wen hurriedly turned around and ran away when he saw this. The villagers chased after them for a while, shouting to beat the madman, before they stopped the pursuit.

Zhang Wen wanted to cry without tears, he really lacked experience in dealing with villagers, and he was anxious because he was worried about the deterioration of his wounds, which caused this result.

Just now a few villagers chased him, he ran for a while, his strength was exhausted, and he was so tired that he sat on the ground. After resting for a while, Zhang Wen stood up again, he was a person who never gave up, and he quickly adjusted his mentality and was ready to find another village to find a way.

The pain in his shoulder irritated Zhang Wen's nerves, reminding him of the seriousness of the wound. In fact, he already had some burns, chapped lips, and a hoarse voice, all of which were precursors to the deterioration of the wound.

At this time, he saw a house next to the paddy field, a separate house, which was not in the village. In the southern hilly areas, not all villagers live in one village, and many yeoman farmers build their houses close to the land. This has a great advantage, it is more labor-saving to bring back the grain when harvesting the farmer, you must know that the roads in the south can rarely be carried by donkey carts and ox carts, and the beaten grain has to be carried back by people's shoulders.

Zhang Wen saw the gray-walled and tiled house and decided to go there to find what he needed. He looked left and right, and there was no figure, so he walked over to that side.

The low fence is nothing but a non-existent fence. Zhang Wen easily entered the courtyard, and there were some clothes hanging in the courtyard, but they were all women's clothes. Zhang Wen was going to get knives and flints first, and then steal a few pieces of clothing to use as cotton cloth, and wash the cloth clothes.

There was no one in the courtyard, but there was a door open at the end of the courtyard, and according to Zhang Wen's judgment, the location inside the door should be the kitchen. It's nice to have knives and flint and steel in the kitchen.

Is it to ask or to steal? Zhang Wen weighed it and felt that it was better to steal, because he knew what he looked like, and he didn't have anything of value on him, so it was unlikely that others would give those things to him for nothing.