In the shadow of the big tree at the entrance of the village, the drunk old man raised the gourd and sneered: "Hold a stone to practice stupid strength, you can't chew too much, it's better to concentrate on practicing boxing with me." ”

"Your fist is as fast as my arrow!" The old man with the arrow grabbed a sentence and pointed at the silent old man: "Is the gun brother good at kung fu?"

The old man was the oldest in the courtyard, but he checked in the latest.

Every day, the rooster crows for the first time, and a person silently walks out of the small courtyard, wiping the rhinoceros horn over and over again, even if the black light is spotless, and the rooster crows twice and blows on time.

"Woo-", "Woo-woo", the horn sound has only two tones, assemble, emergency assemble.

When the old man came, the Changqingzhai wharf docked the building boat, and the generals in the army were qualified to be used as transport ships, the old man walked out of the cabin, raised the horn in his hand, signaled the greeting people to turn around, ignored the kneeling sergeants around him, walked along the path to the village, and after entering the small courtyard, the sergeant next to the pier howled and cried, and the two officers wrapped in cloaks moved on their knees.

The old man did not leave the courtyard for a day and a night, the boat stopped at the pier for a day and a night, the sergeant knelt on the river beach for a day and a night, and under the big tree at the entrance of the village, two officers knelt and cried for a day and a night.

"The gun broke the city and the people did not die, and none of the three thousand children returned. The rhino horn is difficult to penetrate the nine clouds, blowing all over the green mountains with the soul of the hero. ”

Gao Yuan was only two or three years old, holding the old man's handbook with a gun in his hands, timidly handed it to the officer, and hurriedly ran back to the small courtyard to close the door.

The ship was scattered as if it had never been there, but since then the transport ship has come more frequently, bringing more and better supplies, and the life of the mountain people has improved.

The old man with the gun got his name from a drunken time.

That day, the old man of the gun somehow got drunk, went up to the hut and came back and knocked down the weapon rack, which happened to hit the old man's feet, and picked up the spear on the tip of his toes, and clenched the barrel of the gun with both hands, and a roar seemed to vomit full of drunkenness.

Guns danced wildly in the small courtyard, like pythons spitting out cores and roaring. Pierced out, the tip of the gun was cold and fast like a meteor, swept back, the gun was invincible with great momentum, blocked by the trend, and the round gun curtain was impervious. When it is fast, it is like lightning, the tip of the gun penetrates the air and brings out a series of tearing sounds, and when it is slow, it pulls a thousand catties, and the tip of the gun is like a mountain and presses it head-on. Between the virtual and the real, fast and slow, one shot is out, the army is like a crack, and the murderous spirit is cold. One shot back, majestic as an iron curtain, the momentum is calming.

Before the gun danced, the person was drunk, and he slept on the ground. Open your eyes and don't recall the past, the green lantern ancient scroll class is naïve.

The old man with the gun couldn't speak with an arrow in his throat, and he began to teach things on the line, and when Gao Yuan recognized a few hundred words, it was difficult to continue, so he had no choice but to break the rules, and called the transport ship to send a literate gentleman, and the children of the cottage gathered in the courtyard at night, and each person knew more or less some words after a few years of hard work, learned simple arithmetic, and Mr. said goodbye and left.

The old man taught Gao Yuan to learn calligraphy and painting every night, and occasionally he was in a good mood, either opening the chessboard to play against his grandson, or practicing his fists and feet under the moonlight.

Many of the disabled soldiers who have made military achievements for the empire have not left the border for decades, and they have no relatives to invest in their hometowns after retiring, and some people are accustomed to the swords and swords on the battlefield, and it is difficult to adapt to the prosperous life of the county government.

The Qinghui Empire is one of the five major empires in the Luofeng Continent, with nine counties under its jurisdiction, each of which commands nine prefectures, and has a vast territory and rich products. It is difficult for the remnants of the army to explain clearly, and to give the children an analogy: the empire is as wide as the Qing River, Changqing Village is a small fish swimming in the river, the empire is as deep as a long mountain, and Changqing Village is an inconspicuous stone on the mountain.

Imperial soldiers are divided into six layers: samurai, martial lieutenant, martial school, martial artist, martial artist, martial artist, and martial saint, and the drunk old man has practiced martial arts for half his life, and he was rated as a martial arts school when he was in the best state, as for the old man with a gun, he guessed that he was a martial artist, and the reason was very simple: the empire only had a total of more than 100 martial arts sects, and no matter how bastard the military department was, it would not send a martial arts sect to the Changqing Village Remnant Courtyard.

The remnants of the soldiers have their own stories, although the years have taught them to forget, but the tragedy in the depths of the memory is like wine buried in the cellar, the longer the time, the more fragrant it tastes, and the more heartbreaking it is to get drunk. The casual conversation, Takagaki kept it in mind, ignorant, confused, and understood, interspersing the fragments, and the story line was clear, planting a seed in his heart.

The military system of the Qinghui Empire is six levels: sentinels, teams, patrols, standards, battalions, and armies, with five people per outpost, and a team of 25 people in five sentry teams.

Luofeng Continent martial arts practice has become a trend, but the so-called poor and rich martial arts, martial arts not only have high requirements for innate physique, but also hurt the muscles and bones if you are not careful during the practice process, there is no timely treatment of pills, there is no exquisite food to recuperate, it is easy to practice martial arts and fitness, it is difficult to become a samurai, and it is rare for one person in a hundred people to reach the standard before the age of eighteen. Samurai are rare, and samurai who are familiar with military formations are even rarer, so as long as they are willing to join the army, the lowest military position is also captain, and future promotion will not only look at martial arts, but also comprehensively evaluate factors such as loyalty, strategy, and military merit.

Old man Shi was forty-five years old when he had an accident, and he had been in the army for twenty-five years.

Fengyun City, the southwest military town of the Qinghui Empire, behind the Mangcang Forest in the south is the Cuihua Empire, and in the depths of the Ula Desert in the west is the Sunset Empire.

In order to detect the enemy's approach in advance, Fengyun City arranged six early warning fortresses outside, and the westernmost Wulatun was in the desert, three hundred miles away from Fengyun City.

The earthen wall of one zhang and three feet high encloses a small city with a radius of only half a mile, and the beacon tower that is as high as seven zhang in the city is climbed and looks around, and the scenery is full of yellow sand or yellow sand.

Wulatun, the death gamble of the soldiers on the border - every time the Sunset Iron Cavalry invades, the defenders of Wulatun only have two endings, it is better to die in battle or to be a slave after being captured, and the bet is that the Sunset Empire will not attack during the station.

No troops wanted to be stationed in Uratun, but every soldier knew that there had to be someone to defend it, and there was only one mission: to detect a large-scale invasion of the enemy, light the beacon fire, hold the city wall and make the beacon fire last as long as possible, and then-

The horse's hooves trampled on the yellow sand and galloped, the knight drew arrows with a longbow in his hand, a drum sounded in the distance, and sharp arrows flew away from the bow, and on the earthen wall three hundred paces away, people continued to fall down with arrows in the sound of breaking the air. A team of 100 people, one team after another, the earth city was surrounded by feathered arrows flying from the sky. Mounted archery, Sunset Imperial Archers, suppressing the Ula defenders on the city walls with sharp arrows, with a bloodthirsty roar from his mouth, cheering up his teammates and bringing pressure and panic to the defenders.

In the interval between the 100 archers, the hoplites charged the city gate with their large shields held high, covering their comrades with hammers and axes behind them. Crossbow arrows were fired from the city, and people kept falling in the way of the charge. One team of 100 has lost more than half of its ranks, and the other has started to the beat of drums.

The crossbow arrows on the tower were condescending, and one by one the soldiers fell from the arrows, and the team finally rushed to the city gate. The shield soldier held the shield in both hands, and the stones smashed from the castle tower hit the iron shield, and the sturdy shield soldier bled from the corners of his mouth, and immediately someone took turns to it. The hammer of the breaker smashed against the heavy gate, shaking his arm numb, and the axe kept slashing down the crack in the door.

The capture of the city gate meant the end of the battle, and in the face of the 3,000 iron cavalry and 2,000 light and heavy infantry besieging the city, the more than 600 defenders of Uratun fell into street battles like lambs to the slaughter.

On the castle tower, iron cables were tied to the two ends of the stones, and as the iron frame rolled off the ground, the soldiers pushed it with both hands, and hung out to the top of the gate. "Release!" ordered the next stone to fall, the shield curtain under the city was shattered, the heavy infantry became a meat pie, and the crisis was resolved again.

After attacking the city for half an hour, two hundred-man teams fell at the city gate, one city gate suffered such heavy casualties, and all four gates were fighting, the casualties exceeded the besieging general's expectations, and the cost of the strong attack was too great, and the general angrily slashed down at the void in front of the city gate.

The heralds blew their horns, the archers fired their last round of arrows, and the horses turned their horses to form a formation in the distance.

The defenders of Ullah won a temporary victory, and the cheers on the walls were soon replaced by sorrow, and the lonely city hung in the desert, and it was only a matter of time before the city was destroyed, and the outcome of victory or defeat was already predetermined before the battle began.

At dusk, the city was broken, the street fighting ended quickly, almost all the defenders of Urabiao were killed, and dozens of captured soldiers were scarred and disqualified from living as slaves, and became victims of anger under the knife.

Ulabiao couldn't stop the pace of the Sunset Army's invasion, and continued to advance towards Fengyun City after the city was broken, leaving only ruins and corpses everywhere behind him, and the Usha Legion did not have the habit of burying corpses.

Shibiao was seriously injured in the long street battle and fell into a coma in the corpse pile, becoming one of the more than a dozen survivors of Wulabiao, and returned to Fengyun City after a thousand difficulties.

The battle of Urazu was only a prelude to the war between the two empires, which lasted for seven years, and the Qinghui Empire won the final victory, and the two countries have not yet broken out into large-scale wars, and peace has lasted for decades.

The encounter between the blind old man, the drunk old man and the old man with arrows, the plot is different and the ending is the same, and every battle at the border pass may give birth to a similar story.

Gao Yuan put down the hundredth stone and walked into the courtyard with the old people. The courtyard door is closed, and the night of the cottage is quiet and oppressive, and the mountain breeze passes through the crack in the door, peeking into the dim lights of the thatched hut.