In the winter of the twentieth year of Wanli, the Korean state, Suning Pavilion, the camp of the Ming army.

Soldiers from Liaodong, Jizhou, Baoding, Shandong, Zhejiang, Shanxi, Nanzhili and other places have already set up camp, set up fences, and taken advantage of the heavy snow to stop, restless soldiers from all over the country began to compete in martial arts on the school field that had just stepped on the snow.

It is said that most of the martial arts are actually fighting each other, but as long as they don't make a ruthless move, the generals don't bother to care, and some don't even care about their identities and compete with the soldiers.

The camp of 40,000 people shouted and neighed, and it was very noisy.

Several heralds hurriedly ran out of the tent of the southern barracks and ran towards the school field in the middle of the barracks.

As soon as I arrived at the school grounds, I saw a group of soldiers gathered in a group, cheering loudly. The heralds squeezed into the crowd only to see Luo Shangzhi, a general who had made them easy to find for a while, pulling an arm-thick hemp rope to play with seven soldiers.

Luo Shangzhi's arm strength is amazing, and he can compete with seven soldiers with big shoulders and round waists with only one person, and even the hanging on the hook rope began to face him.

The herald hurriedly ran to Luo Shangzhi, ignoring the fact that Luo Shangzhi was holding his breath at this time, and said: "General Luo, Admiral Li is ordering all the generals and officers to gather in the middle camp at this moment, but the soldiers are tired and did not beat the drums, and General Wu went to the middle camp first to respond to the transfer without finding the adults......"

When the seven soldiers saw that the herald had an urgent matter to announce General Luo, they looked at each other, slightly relieved their strength, and then suddenly fell to the ground in unison, babbling and screaming for a while, and then they fell to the ground with exaggerated expressions and shouted: "General Luo Shen is really a god!

Luo Shangzhi threw the hook rope to the ground very boredly, and scolded: "I can't even give up this little strength, how can I fight with the Japanese in Pyongyang? What a group of veteran oilers!"

The soldiers giggled and got up, even claiming to be. Luo Shangzhi didn't have the same knowledge as these soldiers, raised his eyebrows, looked around and shouted: "No worries! No worries!

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old pawn rushed to Luo Shangzhi with his army armor and handed it over, complaining in a low voice: "General, don't call me this name in public!"

Luo Shangzhi laughed, snatched the armor and scolded while putting it on: "What's wrong with calling you famous, isn't that what your big name means?"

"But I'm the law of the Great Ming Law," muttered the pawn.

It turned out that this pawn's surname was Wu Minglu, and he was the distant nephew of Wu Weizhong, a guerrilla general in Zhejiang. Wu Lu is carefree, so everyone calls him carefree, so much so that he is smooth.

Wu Lu lost his father at an early age, and thanks to the care of the Wu clan to subsidize the family, he was brought up by his widowed mother since he was a child, and completed his education in the clan's private school.

Because the most capable of the Wu family is his distant uncle Wu Weizhong, who is now a guerrilla general in Zhejiang and is in charge of the 4,000 Qi family army of the Ming Jian Brigade, most of the children of the Wu family are good at practicing martial arts and playing sticks, and Wu Lu is no exception. Coupled with the teaching of his fatherless brother, he joined the army with his uncle when he was just 16 years old.

At the beginning of this year, the Japanese army raised troops in Korea, and the ancestor of the Liaodong Army entered Korea for the first time to fight against the Japanese, and suffered a great defeat in Pyongyang. The Son of Heaven was furious, and urgently recruited Li Rusong, who had just quelled the rebellion in Ningxia and wiped out the Bibai clan, as the governor of Liaodong to preside over the battle of entering the dynasty and exterminating the Japanese. As a strong force to pacify the southeast Japanese troubles, the Qi family army was naturally also recruited, and Wu Lu went to Liaodong with his uncle Wu Weizhong to participate in the war.

When the troops and horses were assembled in Liaodong, the Qi family army was controlled by Wu Weizhong and Luo Shangzhi as the southern soldiers. It was at this time that Wu Lu was sent by his uncle to Luo Shangzhi as a personal soldier. If you really want to talk about military positions, one is a guerrilla general and the other is a general, or Luo Shangzhi is one level higher, but Luo Shangzhi's descendants are only a few hundred soldiers and horses, and they are mainly family members, so their strength is naturally still greater than Wu Weizhong's.

Wu Weizhong sent his nephew to Luo Shangzhi as a personal soldier, in fact, it also meant to win over. After all, Wu Weizhong and Luo Shangzhi are both from Zhejiang, and they can be described as close neighbors, which is inevitable in the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty, which pays attention to regional origins and factions in the north and south.

Although Luo Shangzhi is said to be a military general of the five major and three coarse, he is a descendant of the fourth master of the early Tang Dynasty, King Luo Bin, and his mind is quite meticulous. He understood Wu Weizhong's intentions, so naturally he would not treat Wu Lu badly. Although he is nominally his own soldier, he is responsible for all kinds of trivial matters before and after the saddle, but with a little spare time, Luo Shangzhi will teach some martial arts and guide some techniques of arranging troops.

Luo Shangzhi had already put on his armor, and when he rushed to the middle camp, Wu Lu followed as a personal soldier.

As soon as he arrived at the middle camp, he saw more than 30 generals standing in front of the camp in four columns to listen to orders. Luo Shangzhi, who was belated, walked to the southern army column with a big smile and took a look at Wu Weizhong.

Wu Weizhong took a step back, let Luo Shangzhi line up in front of him, and then whispered, "Why did you arrive so late." ”

"Hook up with a bunch of kids on the school grounds...... What? But to lead the army's life?"

Luo Shangzhi asked: "No! It was the plan to send Shen Weijing that had taken effect, and the Japanese had already sent envoys to discuss peace and claim their ministers. ”

"So, you don't have to fight this battle?"

"The Japanese are treacherous, whether they are enemies or peace, Song Jingluo and Admiral Li are responsible, let's wait and see what happens!"

After another quarter of an hour, the generals of the three armies had all arrived, and the lieutenant commander shouted: "Welcome to Song Jingluo and Admiral Li!"

Song Yingchang, the right attendant of the military department, and Li Rusong, the chief soldier of Liaodong, walked out of the camp together, and Song Yingchang performed the affairs of supervising the army as a civilian official, and did not directly interfere in military affairs, so after a few words of greeting with the generals, Li Rusong began to make arrangements.

Li Rusong did not wear armor, but a regular uniform, not long ago to pacify Ningxia and wipe out the clan, and he felt a murderous aura lingering in every move.

The generals did not dare to hold up in front of him, and they all performed military salutes and listened to orders.

"The Japanese sent a delegation of twenty-three people to come and call them ministers, and all the generals cheered us up, but don't lose the prestige of the Celestial Empire in front of this group of Japanese people!"

The generals roared with their promises.

At this moment, Wu Lu was waiting outside the gate with the general's personal soldiers, and from time to time he looked over, and he couldn't control his curiosity when he was young.

The camp tents of the Chinese army are neatly repaired, and in the middle is the gathering place where the generals are, and on both sides of the gate are the camp tents and armories of the commander's personal soldiers, which are guarded by the Liaodong soldiers themselves.

When I looked around, I saw that several of the Liaodong soldiers took off their helmets, and they were all bald spirit covers, with only a few small braids on the back of their heads, which was very weird.

This seems a bit incredible to Wu Lu, who has always been taught that his parents are indestructible. However, thinking about it, these should be the Jurchen tribal soldiers under Li Dudu, and their lives are naturally different from those of the Han people in the Central Plains.

Perhaps sensing Wu Lu's eyes, one of the Jurchens turned his head and glared at Wu Lu, his eyes full of contempt and provocation.

Wu Lu didn't dare to cause trouble, and hurriedly looked away. The Jurchens spat at Wu Lu with disdain unscrupulously, muttering in foreign dialects that Wu Lu didn't understand, thinking that they were dirty words.

At this moment, a black-robed man who covered his face walked out of the camp tent on the other side, and called out a few words to the Jurchen soldiers, Wu Lu was far away, and he couldn't hear what he said, but he felt that the black-robed man's voice was soft, a little unlike a male voice.

It is also strange that these unruly Jurchen soldiers listened to the black-robed man's words very much, and followed the black-robed man into the camp tent at the slightest command, and after a while, he carried a few boxes of things and walked away.

When Wu Lu moved his gaze to the tent again, he happened to make eye contact with the black-robed man in front of the tent.

Wu Lu was startled again, and the black-robed strange man he always felt gave him a very uncomfortable feeling.

At this time, the generals on the field had already received the order, and they made a promise. In this brief moment, the black-robed man who was still staring at Wu Lu just now had disappeared, which was very mysterious.

Admiral Li summoned Shen Weijing, the envoy, to the tent to discuss the matter, and the officers began to leave in twos and threes. Wu Weizhong and Luo Shangzhi walked out of the gate together, Wu Lu no longer thought about the black-robed man just now, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute Wu Weizhong and said, "I've seen General Wu!"

Wu Weizhong bowed his head and said: "I have indeed grown up with General Luo, I heard that General Luo Shen also taught you martial arts and the art of war, this opportunity should not be abused, and you have to work harder, don't lose the face of my Wu family clan." ”

Wu Weizhong didn't like the Wu family to be commensurate with relatives in the army, so Wu Lu had always been cautious in front of Wu Weizhong, which made Wu Weizhong very satisfied.

"Don't worry, General Wu, my nephew is smart and smart, and I think I will have some achievements in the future. Luo Shangzhi laughed, and was about to pat Wu Lu to encourage him, when the lieutenant commander came behind the two and said: "General Wu Luo Shen General and slow down, Admiral Li wants to see the two, and there is a military situation to discuss." ”

Wu Weizhong and Luo Shangzhi glanced at each other, a little confused. It stands to reason that Li Rusong has never been waiting to see the generals of their southern army, Wu Weizhong is okay, after all, the four thousand Qi family troops under his command are rare soldiers who can fight in the Ming Dynasty, but they will not be able to teach the military information alone.

The two were silent for a moment, and Luo Shangzhi signaled Wu Lu to go back to the southern soldier camp first, and the two followed the lieutenant commander into Li Rusong's camp.

Wu Lu saw that there was no need to wait on the sidelines, so he left the middle camp. After all, Wu Lu is a young man, and when he saw that there were soldiers wrestling his wrists and playing with money a hundred meters away, he watched and applauded from the sidelines, and he didn't want to go back to the Nanbing camp early at all.

A soldier from Shandong was strong and strong, won several handfuls in a row, and suddenly rose up and rampaged among the soldiers, snatched the big cake and rolled onions in the hands of a small soldier, and said arrogantly: "Don't have the strength and face to eat the big cake?

When snatching the flatbread, he knocked over the big box held by an oncoming Liaodong soldier in his arms, and poured out a bunch of white flowers.

Everyone looked at it, but it was all dead human bones, and several skulls were staring at everyone with eerie eyes.

"Oh my boy, are you guys just finished eating?"

Wu Lu recognized that this Liaodong soldier was the Jurchen who had just moved the box from the black-robed man's tent.

When the Jurchen saw that the box was knocked over, he was furious, grabbed the neck of the Shandong man, and scolded in broken Chinese: "Doesn't your grandmother have eyes?"

Shandong Dahan was also angry, regardless of whether this Liaodong Jurchen soldier was a cannibal or not, he was looking for a fight if he spoke disrespectfully.

There are many factions formed by the soldiers in the barracks because of the region, and at this moment, not long after the camp meal, they have nowhere to go. Not long after the two sides clashed, the persuasion and pushing room quickly turned into a group fight, and a moment of kung fu was a riot.

Wu Lu didn't want to get involved, so he hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, scurrying around like a headless fly, but rushed in front of a group of people.

In the middle was the weird black-robed stranger, Wu Lu was startled and hurriedly wanted to bypass it sideways. But the black-robed man said a word to the Jurchen soldiers, and the two Jurchen soldiers immediately took the order, dragging Wu Lu like catching a chicken, and forked Wu Lu on the left and right, unable to move at all.

"What are you doing? I warn you, I am Luo Shangzhi's personal soldier, if you are not good for me, Luo Shen will definitely make the decision for me!" Wu Lu shouted as he struggled, probably trying to attract the attention of the surrounding soldiers.

"Shut up!" the black-robed man scolded slightly: "Hand over your hand, and then hold your breath and concentrate!"

The black-robed man spoke official this time, and Wu Lu understood, but what surprised Wu Lu even more was that the black-robed man's voice was crisp and gentle, like a yellow warbler out of the valley, a kite crying and a phoenix... The black-robed man in front of him was actually a woman, and it was a young woman.

Now Wu Lu was even more surprised, you must know that it is a felony to keep a woman in the army, is this Liaodong general soldier Li Rusong so arrogant that he can ignore military law?

Just as she was thinking about it, the black-robed woman first stretched out her slender hand that was as white as jade and grabbed Wu Lu's wrist.

The Wu family is strict and never allows their children to mess with flowers and grass outside. It can be said that this is the first time that Wu Lu has had skin-to-skin contact with a strange woman in adulthood, and when he was about to scold the black-robed woman for not knowing the inspection with a red face, something strange happened.

A warm current came from the woman's hand, along the wrists, arms, shoulders, chest, to the abdomen...

This feeling that he had never felt before once made Wu Lu think that he had been subjected to some demon spell, and he was so frightened that he opened his mouth to shout but didn't dare to shout, so he could only stare at the black-robed woman with fearful eyes.

"Let him go—" The black-robed woman sighed and let go of her hand.

"The Wood Fire Twin Spirit Root, there is no one in ten thousand qualifications, but it's a pity that the bone age is old, and he hasn't cultivated the basic exercises at the age of sixteen, and it is estimated that he will be hovering around the eighth or ninth layer of the Qi cultivation period in this life. ”

The black-robed woman muttered to herself and said something that Wu Lu couldn't understand at all. And Wu Lu saw that these Jurchens let go of themselves, and even if they ran away, they didn't even dare to turn their heads back.

"Shaman... Do you want to take it back?" asked a Jurchen soldier respectfully.

"No, let him go, if it really works for me, he won't be able to escape my sight. The black-robed woman waved her hand and walked alone to the tent.

By this time, the brawl had been dispersed, and several Jurchens began to pick up the white bones scattered on the ground and put them back into the box again.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched the figure of the black-robed woman very long. In this gray and white corresponding Ming army camp, the black-robed woman entered the camp alone like a lonely soul.

The tent was full of strange characters and woodcuts, and stacks of dead people's bones were piled up in the middle of the tent, forming a strange formation.

The black-robed woman walked into the formation made of the bones of the dead and sat on the ground.

She took off her black robe, revealing her graceful and moving figure, and then took off the black veil that covered her face, revealing a beautiful face.

Moth eyebrows and bright teeth, bright eyes and pink cheeks, long black and bright shawl hair... The only thing that's a little weird is the pupils, which are slightly pale blue with a sense of seduction.

"It's been thirty years since I stayed in this foreign land, and I don't think that evil beast will always stay there... It's time to get ready to go back..."

The black-robed woman muttered to herself for a while in a language completely different from any dialect of the Ming Dynasty, and finally closed her eyes and meditated, and the white bones began to rise with a little starlight around the woman.