Liu Datu died.

This upright man, who is also a teacher and friend, is dead.

When Yi Heng woke up, his mind kept thinking about the scene of him falling to the ground.

There was a muffled snoring sound in his ears, and sometimes he made indistinct dream words, and he knew that it was the black bull sleeping beside him.

A waning moon gradually sinks in the west, the earth gradually blurs, the east seems to be bright but not bright, and tomorrow is another good weather.

But he never likes good weather, because good weather means fighting, and fighting means death, and death comes too casually and suddenly in this world.

As a sword and shield soldier rushing forward, death came even more casually, just like Liu Datu, who was still sleeping next to him the day before yesterday, snoring louder.

Even if you have experienced many major battles, even if you have practiced the "Six Styles of Horizontal Knife" perfectly, if you don't pay attention to it, you will die without a corpse.

He was not afraid of death, because he had already died once.

As an ordinary college student, after graduation, he spent his days in a certain unit, not thinking of making progress, but having a great curiosity about the fate of people, and since then he has devoted himself to metaphysical research, delusionally looking for the trajectory of destiny.

One day, I got a small gossip plate from the stall, which looked like gold but not gold, like wood but not wood, and was exquisitely made, not like a modern product, Yi Heng liked it very much, and hung it around his neck.

Who knew that on his thirty-second birthday, he drank a little alcohol and drove, and a car accident killed him.

The moment he died, he felt his soul out of his body, and he watched his body be smashed to pieces in a car accident.

I saw that the gossip plate hanging around his neck suddenly flashed white light towards him, rolled up his soul and flew towards the deep sky at great speed, and then he fainted.

When I woke up, I found that Yi Jiazhuang, who had changed the world and changed his body, was slaughtered by bandits, and the only remaining Yi Heng was taken away, and Yi Heng, who witnessed the tragic death of his parents, fainted in the bushes before even the thoughts of hatred were generated.

It is precisely because of this that he picked up a life, but it is precisely because of this that he entered another soul.

After the thirty-two-year-old soul woke up with the ten-year-old body, the situation was not clarified, and it was frightened by the fire and the shouts of killing, and fled into the mountains in a panic.

Since then, the mountain spring quenches the thirst, and the wild fruit fills the hunger.

Luckily, he finally came out after two years, just a naked body and scars, hinting at the pain he had endured in the past two years, but who cares?

Yi Heng doesn't care about himself, as long as he can live, what else does he need to care about?

In order to live, Yi Heng worked as a beggar, a thief, lived in a temple, and slept in mass graves.

In the struggle of life and death, I roughly knew that the country I was in was called leaving the country.

Due to the invasion of neighboring countries, caught in the war, officers and soldiers went around to recruit soldiers and collect food, the people had no way to make a living, gathered into thieves, burned, killed and looted, rampant in the township, Yijiazhuang suffered from this disaster.

originally thought that with the advantage of his own traverser, he would be able to mix with the wind and water, but in this case, coupled with the body that was only twelve years old, he could only be full and hungry, and the chaos lived a life that might have no tomorrow today.

After all, bad luck did not let him go, and just when he was so hungry that he ran out of the mass grave to steal something to eat in the bazaar, the officers and soldiers happened to see him.

Although he was only twelve years old and had a thin yellow face, the advantage of two years of escaping in the mountains was that he had strong feet, a resolute face, and a height like an adult.

Yi Heng rushed to the front of the battlefield for the first time, and when he saw the enemy's hideous face, he was so frightened that he couldn't even raise his knife.

It was still his comrades who fought to push him away, blocked the opponent's knife with their shields, and cut off the opponent's head with a single sword.

This comrade-in-arms is called Liu Datu, and he has practiced the "Six Styles of Horizontal Knife" perfectly.

This is not the first time that Yi Heng has faced life and death, but it is the first time that the head stares at him with wide eyes, and from then on, he knows that life and death are really only in the line.

And Liu Datu became his master.

Under his entanglement, every day, when the moon sinks in the west and the sun rises, Liu Datu is pulled away from the camp to teach him to practice knives.

In the past two years, Yi Heng doesn't know how many big and small battles he has experienced, he only knows that the people around him have changed batch after batch, and he doesn't bother to remember his name.

Because he knows that if he remembers it today, he may die tomorrow, and he doesn't even have a tombstone, so what do he want his name to do.

In the past two years, he has only been familiar with Liu Datu and Hei Niu, and there are about 50,000 people in the entire sword and shield army, and there are not many people who can survive for two years, and they are three of them.

According to Liu Datu, he came a year earlier than Yi Heng, his hometown is the northeast of the country, close to the border of the neighboring country, the neighboring country is Hengguo, the national strength is far greater than the country, Hengguo invaded, the first to suffer is the people on the border.

Liu Datu was originally a butcher in a border town, and he killed pigs and hunted with his father since he was a child, and after the invasion of Hengguo, the whole town was almost slaughtered.

In the past, there were often wars on the border, but they were all border soldiers who grabbed supplies privately, but this time they were fierce and rushed to kill them all.

Fortunately, Liu Datu escaped by hunting in the mountains at that time, and then fled south with the refugees and was conscripted into the army.

With a feeling of revenge, Liu Datu entered the sword and shield soldiers, and desperately learned the art of killing the enemy, and the "Six Styles of Horizontal Knife" was learned during that year.

At that time, the sword and shield soldiers were well-trained, everyone knew martial arts, but it was only a year's time, the dead died, the escaped escaped, and the empty ones were all strong men who were pulled, so there were very few people who could "cross the knife six styles".

The war in the first year was extremely fierce, with huge casualties on both sides, and it is a miracle that the 25-year-old Liu Datu has survived until now.

The black bull is a fool, he doesn't know how to get in, he only knows how to go into battle to kill the enemy, go back to the camp to eat and sleep, how to live I don't know, and I don't know how to die.

Liu Datu always thought that it was his super loud snoring that woke Yi Heng, so he was forced to teach him to practice knives.

But Yi Heng didn't tell him, in fact, every day, Yi Heng would wake up on time, and this time happened to be the time when his soul crossed over.

Just like now, when the time came, Yi Heng woke up on time, as if something reminded him in the depths of his soul.

Could it be that the gossip plate was hidden in the depths of his soul? But he couldn't find it, but he knew that this urgent urging had already made him foresee and escape many times.

Something had to be done, such as practicing knives, such as thinking about how to escape.

The strange thing is that as long as you have these preparations, the soul will calm down.

If you are unprepared, the urging in the depths of your soul will become more and more intense, until you will be restless.

In the past, it was a sense of urgency to expel the soul by practicing a knife.

But today he no longer practiced the sword, even if the urgent tremor brought by the depths of his soul had left him at a loss.

Because Liu Datu is dead.

The war the day before yesterday was still vivid, Liu Datu was cut into pieces by several knives beside him, and he could only watch the shattered corpse fall to the ground.

Then the army was defeated, and all he knew was to run back desperately until he was exhausted.

I only returned to the team yesterday, and found that the familiar comrades-in-arms died only the black bull, and under the rectification of the centurion, there were only forty-two people left in their hundred-man team, and the others either died or fled, and the entire sword and shield soldiers were left less than 30,000.

A day's rest was very rare for all, and the enemy army was at the foot of the opposite hill, no more than twenty miles away, and the camp was pitch black.

Everyone was sleeping peacefully, and there was a sound of snoring in the distance, but he still woke up on time, and the urging in the depths of his soul became more and more urgent, making him even more anxious.

Whether it is the fear of death or the fear of the unknown, even a soul in his thirties can hardly force himself to calm down.

It seemed that he would not be able to do something, he got up slowly, shook his sore body, took the shield in his left hand and the bronze knife in his right, and walked to a distance of a hundred paces from the camp, which was enough distance in their sleep.

The pitch-black shield was made of iron sandalwood, round, held in front of the chest to block the chest and abdomen, weighing twenty catties, which was just right for him.

It's just that the shield is full of knife marks, as if it is going to crack at any time, but he doesn't care, many people have to rush forward even if they don't have a shield, maybe this shield will be his hope to live.

The copper knife was picked up on the battlefield, it was a general straight-backed knife, three inches long and one inch wide, weighing fifteen catties.

But he still wiped and wiped it with his tattered robe.

The red robe on his body could barely cover his body, but he still cherished it.

He skillfully raised his shield and swung his sword hundreds of times, until when he was sweating, the sun rose in the east, and the soft sunlight shone on the plain between the two armies.

The soldiers slowly got up, the whole camp slowly woke up, familiar people greeted each other and calmly sorted out their weapons, even if they were defeated and fled here, they did not panic at all, and death in battle may be the final outcome, but so what?

As long as you are involved in war, personal life and death are no longer important, let alone in troubled times, this may be the best destination.

"Will this be the last battle?" Yi Heng thought in his heart, "What if you win, what if you lose?"

"Whoever prevents me from living is my enemy. Yi Heng clenched his knife and shield and walked resolutely towards the camp, the fourteen-year-old could no longer see his young appearance under the light of the early sun.