The gloomy night, which originally covered the entire Yizhou territory, cut a ray of light in the scorching red flames.

Xiao Ding was lucky to see the red featherless arrow slashing in front of him, and the air slightly distorted by the high temperature seemed to be burning his eyeballs with residual temperature, but it didn't bring him any real harm.

Xiao Ding was very unlucky, because he was next to the veteran who led the team, and before he could see that this rude man who was skilled in archery and horses had no time to put on his armor, the whole person was knocked off the horse.

The moment the fire flashed, the image left on Xiao Ding's retina was a terrifying scene of a big hole in his chest and flesh spraying out of his back!

A few breaths ago, this "leader" with outstanding archery skills and extremely admired by them, the recruits, turned into a hideous corpse in the blink of an eye.

After that, there was only darkness that could not be seen in the five fingers, and in an instant it retreated in the firelight.

The sound of arrows cutting through the air to harvest human lives, the neighing of frightened mounts, and the wails of arrows falling to the ground among comrades.

Xiao Ding's horse was also frightened, and he slammed into his feet, and he did not grasp the reins for a moment, and was dismounted like this. This far-away horse, who had just been paid for the soldiers, only felt a shock on his head, and he didn't know anything.

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I don't know how long it took, Xiao Ding gradually regained some consciousness from the dizziness caused by the dull pain in the back of his head, and when his eyelids and eyes continued to strike, his ears had already faithfully collected information from the outside world.

The Song dialect with a strange accent kept ringing around him:

"I'm counting one, two, three, is there anyone alive? can gasp, get up and say a word!"

"It looks like there is no one who can breathe, Brother Zhong, I bother you to help clean up the battlefield, recover the materials, and then arrange the aftermath for these Liao people!"

"Yin Zixu, after cleaning up the battlefield, all materials must be handed over, including prisoners, must also be inspected and managed, you can't mess around by yourself! Especially the sensitive issue of executing prisoners, it is necessary to keep a file for a resolution after the meeting of the supervising army and the military commander at the same level!"

"Brother Zhong, it's really humiliating for a mere person who is in charge of the investigation of the enemy to join the army. You have such a real character, and you should be the same as Xie Mingxian's kind of ice cube......"

"According to the system of the former Tang Dynasty, the record of joining the army has the responsibility of supervising the state and county guards, and it is calculated that Zhong and Xie Bixu are walking together, but their responsibilities are different. ”

“...... This serious to boring tone is also like Xie Mingxian's being made out of a mold. ”

After a few words, Xiao Ding only understood a few words, but in the middle of these few words, he already instinctively felt the feeling of danger approaching. Urged by the sense of crisis, even if Xiao Ding couldn't open his eyes, his body struggled to earn a few times.

Yin Xiaolou glanced at the "little Tartar" at his feet boringly, and nodded to the Daoist Zhong who knew that Yizhou was involved in the military on the side: "Come on, this prisoner will be taken over by you, Brother Zhong, take advantage of this opportunity, let's search for any small groups of distant horses nearby that haven't been killed!"

Zhu Mingdan's famous thorn in Tianfu and the "Yin Yasha" who once shocked the countries of the South China Sea, just turned over directly on his horse, and with a whistle, he took his subordinates and prepared to leave.

Daoist Zhong glanced at Yin Xiaolou's back, but his simple peasant face did not show any superfluous expression, but he just raised his chin towards his personal guards: "Set up the prisoners, clean up the battlefield, and then follow Yin Zixu's subordinates according to his playing style, and sooner or later crash into the camp of Yelu Dashi!"

When this simple-faced Taoist official said these words, Xiao Ding had already moved his eyelids slightly, and he could roughly see the things around him.

First of all, there were bright fires, not the scorching fire that flashed in front of him and took the life of the "leader" in the blink of an eye, but a brighter but softer light.

When Xiao Ding's family was still good, he also had a good croissant lamp at home. It is a fine horn specially selected by the lamp makers, boiled in clean water until soft and transparent, and then carefully inserted into the hollow part of the horn with a radish, which is enlarged little by little and fixed to cool. The lampshade made in this way is as transparent as water jade, although it is not a precious material, but it is extremely labor-intensive to make, and a seasoned lampsmith can only make a pair of horn lamps in a few months.

But now the lamp in front of Xiao Ding is fixed up and down with green lacquered iron, and in the middle is a long round lamp body like a wine bottle, and the flames are beating in the completely transparent and clear lampshade.

Having enjoyed the rich life of the Xiao clan of the later family, Xiao Ding has naturally come into contact with a lot of gold beads and jade that are difficult for ordinary people to see, which is more knowledgeable than those ordinary people who have been fighting for the word "food and clothing" all their lives. He could be sure that the lamp that these Song people in front of him took out was actually carved out of a whole colorless and transparent piece of water jade. But the texture of the water jade is brittle and hard, and when it is placed in an iron lampholder, it is not afraid that it will be broken without paying attention!

But Xiao Ding's mind was not on the water jade lamp, he just squinted cautiously, peeking at the things that used to be human under the light

The former head would not have gasped for breath for a long time, because his chest was torn open by something, and the hollow chest was scorched black, and the snow under the bloody hole could be seen.

The other deceased, on the other hand, could not even tell his face from something that had passed through the bridge of his nose, and opened a wound the size of a bowl, perfectly uniting his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose in one large hole.

A comrade who had once shared a piece of his jerky was lucky enough to save the entire head, but his torso was split from his waist, and his body was divided into two parts.

More of the Yuanlanzi horses, who had not stirred the horse spoon in the same trough with him for a few days, could no longer see their appearance clearly, only their hands, feet, and minced meat that I didn't know what it was, scattered around, and gathered together by those Song people with strange accents.

Xiao Ding could also hear the Song officer surnamed Zhong gritting his teeth and scolding: "Yanguang Arrow Type B No. 3...... Yin Xiaolou, you Yaksha, this is using the ship-shaped Yanguang Arrow of the Maritime Force to shoot at these Liao people and horses! If you shoot down like this, what kind of battlefield will you clean? Don't say that the horses are not left alive, and even the armor and weapons have been completely destroyed, so they can only be used as fertilizer!"

Scolding and scolding, the young Taoist official still took out a piece of yellow rattan paper from his sleeve, and the red ancient seal flashed on the rattan paper.

In the blink of an eye, the rattan paper burned, and the corpses of the Liao army all over the ground also burned.

In an instant, the corpse turned to charcoal.

In a moment, the coke turned to fly ash.

In the end, only a handful of white ash was left on the ground, which was shoveled open by these Song people and buried in the soil.

It wasn't until the ashes were buried in the ground that the Nan Hua Lang pulled out his sword and wrote a talisman next to the old tree where the ashes were buried.

Under the order, there is a brief epitaph: "Daohai Zongyuan Yizhou Former Enemy Disposal Division is under the jurisdiction of Zixu Lang Yin Xiaolou and Nanhua Lang Zhong Yun from the army to kill seven people under the command of Northern Liao Yelu Dashi, bury the bones here, and carve wood as a monument to Zhizhi." ”

After writing the epitaph, Zhong Yun put his sword back into the sheath, glanced at the "little Tartar" whose body was trembling slightly, and then waved his hand: "Take the prisoner, let's go!"

Since the chief officer had already given the order, the Taoist soldiers who were directly subordinate to the Yizhou Records to join the army responded in unison, and at the same time turned over and got on their horses. Naturally, he didn't forget to tie Xiao Ding up with four horses and hooves and lay on the horse.

When he stepped on the horse, what Nanhualang Zhongyun never knew was that the fuse of the Song Liao War was about to start with the short epitaph he engraved on the old tree.