After the Battle of Weishui, the war between the Former Qin and the Eastern Jin Dynasty came to an end temporarily. After this battle, the former Qin suffered a great injury. The various ethnic groups in the north took advantage of this opportunity to break away from the rule of the former Qin and establish new regimes. In the land of water, those soldiers who died on the battlefield were ignored, so they had to lie quietly in the wilderness, corrupted, festering, and turned into dry bones!

It's the third day, and the rain has been falling non-stop. The blood stained by the dead soldiers was washed by the rain and flowed down the low-lying area to the Dongji River north of Xixian County.

The water flows through a high slope and turns downward. On the high slope, a corpse lay in it, arm half stretched into the reddened water. After three days of washing, the arm looked unusually white, white and dazzling, like clotted fat. Even through the red-stained water, I could still see that there was no blood on the arm, like washed pork.

Suddenly, the lying man's waist moved, as if the man was struggling to endure the pain in his body. After only a moment's movement, the man fell silent again. It was as if Fang had just moved, but others were dazzled and misunderstood. If you don't pay close attention, it will be difficult to notice this subtle change in this place full of bones.

In the middle of the sound, the arm slowly reached into the water, as if there was something important in the water that he had to find. What makes one wonder is that if he was looking for something in the river, why didn't he first turn over and examine it? But it stretched out like that, until it was all submerged in the water.

And the owner of the arm did not seem to flinch in the slightest, but still stretched out straight forward. If you look at the face of the owner of the arm at this time, even those who have been in the battlefield for a long time will cry out when they see his expression.

I saw that the man's eyes were wide open, and he let the rain rush into his eyes, and he didn't feel the slightest feeling. And his mouth was slightly open, because of the heavy rain of the three days, his mouth was filled with rainwater, and it slowly overflowed outward.

The most strange thing is that it is already November weather, and if a living person breathes here, he will be able to see the heat between his noses. And the tip of this man's nose did not come out of the heat.

The man was clearly still moving, and after his arm was submerged in the water, it was his horrible head.

"Bang!"

As soon as his head came into contact with the current, the man plunged into the water, and then floated up and slowly moved backwards with the current. But because the current was very small, after a while, it stopped in a narrow place. Looking at the man at this time, it is not difficult to find that this person has been dead for a long time.

Looking back at the place where the man had been lying, he was timid and would have started screaming and running away.

Where the man had been lying, a hand reached out and struggled to hold on. In this way, the movement of the man who had just fallen into the water must have come from this hand. But compared with the previous pale hand, this hand was obviously a little more bloody and a little more flexible. Presumably, this must be the hand of a living man.

But in this place full of bones, how can there still be living people?

After a while, a human body was attached to the arm and emerged from the pile of corpses. There are really people alive here!

And I saw that the man was wearing armor, and his body was covered with blood under the heap of men. Even his face was covered in blood. Reaching out and touching his face, he raised his head and let the rain wash over his face, gradually washing the blood stains off.

When the blood on his face was gone, he opened his eyes and looked around.

In the hazy mist, I saw that there were corpses all around me. In the distance, the broken flagpoles were crooked in the middle of the corpses. And the expressions of those soldiers were full of surprise and fear!

His face began to look ugly, and he looked at the dead bodies around him with suspicion.

"No way, this can't ......" He took two steps back with a shudder, as if all this was just a nightmare of his own.

"I have millions of people in Great Qin, how can I lose to the 80,000 troops of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It can't be, it's impossible......" Looking at the costumes of the dead soldiers around him, he quickly learned the outcome of this war.

"Lingyun, this is not good!" Before he could recover from his surprise, a childish voice came into his ears.

"Well, I said can you not be so timid. These are dead people, what are you afraid of?" another voice came, also with a hint of childishness.

"What am I afraid of, if I were afraid, I would not have come with you. I'm not talking about this, just from the dead...... Hey, Lingyun, don't take it!" said the man from before, with a little timidity.

"What are you afraid of, they're all dead anyway, and it's useless to keep these things. With that, he reached out and groped for a corpse.

"Lingyun, ...... you" Before he finished speaking, the man who spoke earlier found him standing in the pile of corpses.

Ling ...... Insult...... Lingyun, look!" the man who spoke earlier stared at him as if he had seen a monster, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Look at what, what do you find...... the other good" The one named Ling Yun followed his gaze, and soon, he also found him standing in the pile of corpses.

And he was looking at the two of them fiercely, his eyes full of anger. Soldiers died on the battlefield, and there was nothing to complain about. But after the death of these soldiers, there was no one to collect their bodies, as a general, how could he tolerate his subordinates exposing their corpses to the wilderness? And these two people did not bury their corpses, but they made up their minds with their own soldiers. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be angry, and I just wanted to peel these two boys alive.

He was already seriously injured, and it was a miracle that he was alive. At the same time, he had not eaten or drunk for three days, and he was already weak. Seeing that the two of them were so rude to the corpses of their subordinates, they shouted: "Bold boy, you dare to be rude to the corpses of dead soldiers, see that I don't slaughter ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out. He took two steps forward, still muttering something to himself, and as soon as his eyes went dark, he fell to the ground. The reason why he fainted was that his anger rose and provoked the surging of qi and blood, so that there was such a result.

When the two men saw this, they cried out with an 'ah', and hurriedly turned and fled.

The two ran for nearly two miles in one go, and when they saw that there was no movement behind them, they collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath.

"Just ...... That person wasn't a ghost just now!" said the man who spoke earlier, his expression still uncertain.

Ling Yun slapped him on the top of the head and scolded: "Ghost, you are big, have you ever seen a ghost vomit blood? It's really bad luck to meet a half-dead person! Let's go, let's go and have a look elsewhere!"

He hadn't taken two steps before he noticed that the boy behind him was still sitting on the ground, as if he was thinking about something.

"Qi Feng, what are you doing, let's go, do you want to go back and let him slaughter you with a knife!" Ling Yun finished speaking, gesturing his hand on his neck.

Seeing him like this, Qi Feng was startled, and suddenly got up from the ground and leaned towards Ling Yun, lest what he said would become the truth. But when he thought of the man who was seriously wounded and fell in the midst of the corpse, if no one rescued him, he would not have escaped death.

Both of them were orphans and had been wandering around together since childhood. Ling Yun was a little older, and when he was bullied by bandits, he always stood in front of Qi Feng, like an elder brother protecting his younger brother. almost turned around, and developed his character of not being afraid of the sky and the earth.

And every time Qi Feng saw Ling Yun being beaten all over his body, he was always worried in his heart. lest he really be beaten to death, and he will live alone in this world. After a long time, he formed his cowardly and fearful character. As long as Ling Yun mentioned the word 'death', he was afraid from the bottom of his heart. But he has a good nature, and when he sees those who are in misery, he feels compassion.

Ling Yun was proud when he saw that what he said had worked. Seeing the fear on his face, he comforted: "It's okay, with your Brother Lingyun here, no one will want to touch a single hair of you!" After speaking, he compared his fists, put his arm on Qi Feng's shoulder, and strode forward.

Before he could take two steps, Qi Feng was still on the ground again. Seeing him like this, Ling Yun was displeased in his heart and asked, "Eh, I said, are you a bodhisattva who has another attack?" Let me tell you, you are a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect yourself. Don't care what other people do, let's go!"

When Qi Feng heard him say this, he glanced at him in a daze, and said, "That's a human life after all, let's not see death without saving it!"

Ling Yun was angry, and scolded: "Your head is not broken, didn't you hear what he just said? He said that he was going to kill us, and you still went to save him?" If others are good to him, he will naturally be good to others. If others are rude to him, he will naturally develop resentment.

"But, after all, we went to turn over the pile of dead people first, and he should be angry! If we don't save ourselves when we see death, won't we be in vain?" Qi Feng said in a snort.

The two of them were born in troubled times, and if they hadn't supported each other, I am afraid that they would have died long ago. The two naturally knew the importance of drawing a knife to help each other when they saw injustice, not to mention that they didn't need to draw a knife this time, they just needed to help.

Ling Yun had already regarded that person as an opponent, and slammed on his head and scolded: "If you don't save yourself when you see death, it's a problem for us to save ourselves, take bullshit to save him!"

Qi Feng listened to his tone and knew that he had made concessions, so he said with an idea: "Do you think that person looks like a general?"

"Like, what can I do. No, what can it be?" Ling Yun replied casually when he saw that he was no longer saving people.

"You say, if we save a general......" Qi Feng said with a half-strange look.

"That's naturally a great achievement, reward ......" Ling Yun still replied so casually, but when he said this reward, he couldn't help but think of the notices on the street that offered rewards. If you really save a general, not to mention the fiefdom and marquis, you can at least reward some gold and silver. Thinking of this, his expressionless face couldn't help but show a smile, a smile from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing him like this, Qi Feng knew that the fish had been hooked, and asked, "Then do we save it, or do we ......?"