Fu Ning blocked Tie Ge who was stabbing from behind, swung his knife and slashed the neck of the person in front of him, and was just about to rush out of the crowd when a sharp arrow shot from one side and hit him in the shoulder.

He stopped and gasped for breath, and in a moment, countless soldiers stepped over the corpse and carefully surrounded him.

He and General Liang left the camp just now, and they were quickly dispersed by the crowd. By the time he came back to his senses, the surrounding hillsides were already full of long-haired soldiers dressed in rattan armor, and he was tightly surrounded by the enemy.

By this time, the sun had completely jumped out of the ravine, and the sun shone brightly on the hill, and there were corpses and flames everywhere.

Fu Ning couldn't remember how many people he had killed, his body was covered in blood, most of it was someone else's, but some of it was his own. There are too many long-haired troops, wave after wave, and he has been killed until he is dizzy, and he doesn't even feel much pain in the few blood holes on his body.

I'm going to die here today.

He had come to his senses, and strangely enough, he didn't feel afraid.

Fu Ning threw away the short knife and sat down cross-legged. He only felt that his body and body were itching, and the injury was being repaired little by little, although it was still far from recovery, but it was much faster than the average person.

The surrounding long-haired army surrounded him, and a pole of iron held his neck, but Fu Ning did not move, he closed his eyes, waiting for that moment to come. After a few breaths, Fu Ning felt a pain in the back of his head and lost consciousness.

......

Fu Ning woke up from his slumber, his eyes were dark, and someone was constantly pulling his trouser legs, with great strength. The pungent smell rolled into his lungs with each breath, making his chest more and more dull.

He struggled to push away the corpses piled up on his body, gasping for breath and waving his hands to dispel the breathing and humming that was wrapped around his ears.

The tingling in his brain and the tearing sensation all over his body made him almost crazy.

"Why don't you go to sleep like this? He thought so, and stopped moving.

But things often don't go as planned, and a row of sharp teeth is deeply embedded in his arm, which makes him sober up a lot at once.

"Roll ······"

Lifting his heavy eyelids, the sunlight made his vision appear one phantom after another, and a black shadow was constantly tearing at his arm, trying to bite off a piece of flesh. He pulled the dagger out of his bosom and stabbed it hard, the hot liquid squirting out and falling into his mouth, making his dry throat feel better.

After relieving himself, Fu Ning pulled out a broken halberd from the pile of corpses and struggled to stand up. He could feel several heavy breaths hovering around him, waiting for him to fall asleep, waiting to eat his flesh and drink his blood. He had to stand up.

The wild dogs around were startled and fled far away.

Wolf smoke billowed over the forest, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt and gunpowder.

Fu Ning looked at everything in front of him in a daze, and his mind was blank. After a while, he touched the corners of his dry eyes, and there was a soft sound in his throat, like a bubble in a spring. The wind swept softly, making the flames in the trees even stronger. He looked up and limped away, the sun pulling across his shadow and covering the river of blood······

"I'd rather be a peace dog than a chaotic ······"

......

"As soon as the Taiping army arrived, the Qing demon threw off his armor and fled. The old demon surnamed Liang was so frightened that he took off his battle robe......"

In a teahouse in Niutou Town, an emaciated and gray-haired old gentleman was telling a story on the stage.

In the corner of the teahouse, a man dressed in black linen clothes and wearing a hat was drinking tea with his head down, and from time to time he applauded with everyone, but he did not applaud.

This person is none other than Fu Ning.

Fu Ning came down from the battlefield that day, all the way non-stop, back to the Yellow Sea, originally planned to escape back to the territory of the Qing army by boat, but when he thought of the hiding place, the sea ship had long been gone.

He waited in the ruins of the fishing village for a few days, but no one came back to answer, so he had no choice but to return the same way and settle down in the town he passed by, which is now the Qingniu Town.

Now, two weeks have passed since the end of the war, and the story has already spread in Tianjing Province, and some people have even written commentaries about it, and storytellers have rapped it everywhere. That's what the old gentleman in the teahouse was talking about.

Fu Ning found an inn in the town and recuperated from his injuries. He didn't know why the long-haired army would let him go, but since he had a chance to live, he naturally had to take advantage of it. No, it took two weeks, and his injuries finally healed.

Thinking that the limelight should have passed, Fu Ning asked the man to buy this dress and hat for him, and walked out of the inn in the town. At noon, he happened to hear someone outside the teahouse say a book, and after careful discernment, it seemed that he was talking about himself and others, and out of curiosity, he entered the teahouse.

In the evening, Fu Ning returned to the inn and asked Xiao Er to bring wine and food, and thought while eating.

Listening to the storyteller during the day, there were two things that deserved his attention. First, General Liang did not die on the battlefield, but escaped by luck, and his whereabouts are still unknown. In this way, it makes sense, the reason why the sea ship disappeared must have been carrying General Liang back to the Qing Dynasty.

On the other hand, Yue Lin died, which Fu Ning didn't expect. He saw that General Liang was so flustered at that time, and even called for Changmao reinforcements to come, thinking that General Liang didn't have time to kill Yue Lin, but he didn't expect him to really succeed.

Fu Ning had a headache, he didn't know what to do next time he met Lu Ping'er.

After resting for one night, Fu Ning packed his luggage and left Niutou Town early the next morning. After all, this is the territory of the Long-Haired Army, and it is dangerous for him to stay here after all.

All the way to the north, after walking for more than half a month, Fu Ning finally passed through Nanzhou City and returned to the territory of the Qing army.

(To be continued)