In the dark night, the Ming army pursued the victory, and under the command of the generals guarding the pass, they struggled to cover the killing, and the attacking enemy was slaughtered, and only a few fled back to the outside of the fortress.

The complete victory of the Ming army was unimaginable in previous battles. When the enemy completely left, the soldiers who came back to their senses looked at Feng Mu who was squatting on the ground, and were so surprised that they almost didn't drop their jaws on the ground.

The person who killed the enemy leader turned out to be just a stinky child, could it be that this child was sent down by the gods to save this border pass?

The general guarding the gate pushed aside the crowd and came to Feng Mu's side, he wanted to see what the expression of this child who had made great achievements was under the attention of everyone at this moment. But when he saw Feng Mu's appearance, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Under the light of the torches, I saw Feng Mu with cold sweat on his forehead, his face was pale, and he was holding his stomach tightly.

"He's wounded, quick, carry him back to the barracks to find a military doctor. ”

The general guarding the pass shouted, and everyone reacted, it turned out that Feng Mu was hidden under the horse's belly and rolled to the ground, and at the moment of jumping, he was cut by a Mongolian soldier. Hearing the general's shout, two soldiers immediately squatted down to carry Feng Mu.

There was no stretcher, and the general guarding the pass immediately pushed the two away and said, "Don't move, I'll come." ”

As he spoke, he personally picked up Feng Mu and rushed to the barracks. Li Ermao, who was hiding under the corpse, pushed away the corpse on his body, ran towards the crowd, and saw the general holding Feng Mu, who was seriously injured and almost unconscious, and shouted: "Father-in-law, you are not injured, I didn't help, please forgive me." ”

"Jing'er, you're here, it's great that you're okay. When the general heard Li Ermao's shout, he glanced back at him, changed his serious image from the past, and said softly.

Since Li Ermao was adopted by him, he has never called him Ermao, he asked Li Ermao what his name was, Li Ermao said that his name was Li Jing, the "Jing" with a clear distinction, but he couldn't write. The general didn't care so much, he kept calling him Jing'er, and he didn't think about it so much.

Seeing his father-in-law walking quickly towards the barracks with Feng Mu in his arms, Li Ermao followed quickly, and as soon as he returned to the barracks, the military doctor immediately bandaged Feng Mu, and the general and a group of generals stood outside the camp tent, very anxious.

During this period, Li Ermao kept his head down, and Feng Mu asked him not to act rashly, but he was worried about the safety of his father-in-law, so he shot that arrow desperately, which led to the failure of the whole plan. If he was willing to act according to his instructions, Feng Mu would not have been so seriously injured.

The military doctor came out of the camp tent, and the general immediately asked if there was any major problem, and the military doctor smiled and said that it was no major problem, the skin was wounded, but there was a gap in the knife, which made the wound wide, and the blood loss was excessive, and it would take some time to recuperate.

The general led a group of people into the barracks to check, Feng Mu was still in a coma, but his face had returned to normal. The general arranged for someone to stay and take care of Feng Mu, Li Ermao took the initiative to ask to stay, seeing that he had made a lot of determination, the general nodded and agreed, arranged for someone to patrol the night outside, and went to deal with the things on the battlefield.

This time, the Mongols were hit hard, and they should not attack again in a short time, but they were afraid that in case, the generals did not dare to relax at all, and arranged for people to stand up and guard the guards, and at the same time let the corpses be buried separately.

Feng Mu has been recuperating for more than half a month, and he has been able to walk on the ground, but fortunately, those mental mantras can regulate his internal breath and assist him in recovery, so his speed is much faster than that of ordinary people.

In addition to practicing during that time, Li Ermao stayed by Feng Mu's side and took good care of him. They came together from suffering, experienced two lives and deaths, and were like brothers and sisters, in Li Ermao's heart, he had already made up his mind to pay attention, and if there was danger in the future, he must stand in front of this little brother, and he could not be injured again.

After a long time, Feng Mu meditated and practiced at night, standing next to the barracks during the day, watching Li Ermao follow those soldiers' drills, thinking that he hadn't practiced for a long time, I don't know if he would regress after being unfamiliar for so long?

Since then, he has not practiced with Li Ermao anymore, but has found a secluded place to practice the martial arts given to him by Mo Ziye and others. When the general received the scout's report, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he dismissed the soldier and said to himself: "Is it really a child of a martial arts family, how many secrets is hidden in him?"

For more than two months in a row, the enemy did not come to attack, and it was rare to have such a long period of calm and tranquility, and the soldiers patrolling the city talked more than usual when they were eating. They also discussed Feng Mu from time to time, and when they talked about his sword that night, it was blown amazingly, as if Feng Mu had three heads and six arms.

After another month, the Mongols came to rob again, this time they avoided the Ming army, and chose a remote village.

He hurried down the village to report the news, the wind howling in his face, and he only wanted to be able to tell the villagers to take refuge before the Mongol soldiers raised their butcher knives, or else they would face a human tragedy with rivers of blood.

Thinking of this, Feng Mu ran wildly, his steps gradually drifted, and he was able to take a step seven feet away, he didn't care that his martial arts had improved to a realm, and he was completely replaced by an anxious mood.

When Feng Mu shouted in the village that the Mongolian soldiers were about to arrive and asked everyone to avoid it quickly, the villagers did not believe the child.

Some of the villagers ran away and survived, but the old and weak women and children were not physically strong, and under the protection of some brave and strong men, they also managed to escape, but at the cost of the adult men dying under the scimitars of the Mongol soldiers.

In that battle, Feng Mu killed several Mongol soldiers with the body of a child of a few years, and he and the villagers who fought on their backs held out until the Ming reinforcements arrived, and then watched the attacking enemies scatter.

In that battle, Feng Mu was only slightly injured, and he recovered within a few days.

It was only after that that Feng Mu practiced martial arts more diligently, and a year later, more than a dozen soldiers practiced with him and were knocked to the ground by him with his bare hands. Half a year later, more than a dozen soldiers with weapons attacked him, and he was able to retreat and throw one or two soldiers away.

Li Ermao looked at Feng Mu, who was making rapid progress, and was very envious in his heart, he thought that he was born with divine power, but compared to Feng Mu, it was simply a small thing. This made him a little frustrated, and Feng Mu told him that it did not depend on strength, but on true qi and skill.

Feng Mu asked Li Ermao if he was willing to follow him to learn martial arts, Li Ermao shook his head, saying that he would prefer to follow his father-in-law to learn how to march and set up formations, and he wanted to be a general and lead the soldiers to kill those Mongolian Tatars.

Half a year later, the invading Mongolian soldiers were surrounded by the Ming army, Li Ermao followed the deputy general, and used bows and arrows to assist the Ming army's attack, and what made the Mongolian army even more headache was that there was a ghost-like child, taking advantage of their inattention, sneak attack in the back, and kill several of their generals from time to time.

For such a little ghost, the Mongol army called him "Little Demon King" and regarded him as a thorn in the side, except for the general guarding the pass, this child was the second person they wanted to get rid of.