Sow a grain of millet in spring, harvest ten thousand in autumn.
Time passed by like a white horse, and in a blink of an eye, it was the autumn harvest season. After this autumn, it was Lin Wanyue's third year of entering the military camp.
The autumn harvest is an annual big day for tens of thousands of farmers who have left the country. The quality of the harvest determines the quality of life in the coming year.
The autumn harvest is also an important day for the Liguo court. The large number of farmers in Liguo is an important source of tax revenue.
The autumn harvest was equally important to the Huns. The Huns who had a long winter but never cultivated, the number of "trophies" in the autumn harvest directly determined whether they could survive the long winter.
Lin Wanyue held a spear and carried the black bow he found from a pile of worn-out weapons that day on his back. With a Pu Dao on his waist, he followed the team out of the camp and marched toward the deeper hinterland of the border.
General Li Mu decided to push the front line a hundred miles forward, in order to create a larger strategic buffer zone for the vast number of farmers behind.
This means that all the soldiers who left the country should use their own flesh and blood to build a barrier for the people behind them.
At this time in the army camp, everyone's faces were very solemn. At this time of the year, the border guards in the north of Liguo had to face more frequent and ferocious attacks than usual.
Because they have to stock up food for the winter, the Xiongnu soldiers in this season often have a ruthlessness that will not give up unless they achieve their goals. Therefore, this season is the time when the soldiers leaving the country suffer the most casualties.
Lin Wanyue's menstrual period did not come again, and the crisis of revealing her identity was temporarily lifted.
However, Lin Wanyue's face became pale, and from time to time she would feel cold in her body, exuding a gloomy coldness from the inside out, which was the sequelae of taking the medicine king flower.
"Hey, did you hear that?"
"What did you hear?"
"The king of Chu was assassinated, and the princess of Chu died in order to save the king of Chu by blocking the sword with her body."
"Really? I heard that Princess Chu is a first-class beauty. It's a pity."
"Hey, this seems to be the second one, right? The last Princess Chu was also assassinated..."
"Do you think this King of Chu is a wife..."
"What are you doing!?" The pioneer officer passed by and heard the whispers from the infantry battalion, and he took the reins and shouted loudly.
The two talking infantrymen not far from Lin Wanyue immediately closed their mouths.
The pioneer officer looked around majestically for a week and then drove off, the mighty army marching towards the deeper hinterland against the sun.
The autumn sun is still very poisonous, especially in the dry north, where many soldiers are still wandering after walking for dozens of miles, except for Lin Wanyue.
She did not sweat because of the poisonous sunlight, but felt that the sunlight at this time was very comfortable on her body, which could dispel the coldness that came from her body from time to time.
Lin Wanyue took advantage of Mu Xiu's opportunity to successfully find Yaowanghua. After taking it, Lin Wanyue felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and she felt cold all over.
Even though it was noon at the time, Lin Wanyue still felt extremely cold. She crouched on the ground in pain, hugging her body and trembling, and her vision was blurred. For a moment, Lin Wanyue felt that she had returned to Chanjuan Village. The people in the village were still the same as they used to be. Yue also smiled, feeling extremely relaxed in her heart. She could finally leave the barracks, and finally regain her identity. Finally, she didn't have to worry about her identity being revealed every day. She was really tired, and then Lin Wanyue plunged into darkness...
When the twilight was four close, Lin Wanyue was very lucky to wake up.
That day, when Lin Wanyue woke up, she knelt on the ground and was silent, then laughed wanton, and finally returned to silence.
She went back to the barracks, back to the place where she was striving to live without any hope for the future, back to the place that sheltered her and imprisoned her.
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The sun soon turned to the west, and General Li Mu gave an order to rest in place and bury the stove to cook.
The smoke of the cooking smoke rose, and General Li Mu rode a horse and was accompanied by the lieutenant general to condolences to the soldiers who were eating.
Lin Wanyue looked at the sliced meat in the bowl, her thumb was thick.
"Woo..." The horn came from a distance, and the smoke from cooking attracted the Huns who were in desperate need of food.
"There is an enemy attack!"
Lin Wanyue threw away the bowl as soon as the horn sounded, and was on full alert with a spear in hand, ready to fight at any time.
"Protect the commander!" I don't know who shouted, Lin Wanyue followed her reputation and surrounded a group of people dozens of paces away, and the one in the middle was not General Li Mu, who came to console the soldiers on a horse.
"Array! Prepare for battle!"
Facing the sudden arrival of the Huns, Li Mu seemed calm and composed, and saw him sitting on the back of a horse and drawing out the sword around his waist to direct the battle.
It was too late to set up the drums, and it was too late to arrange the flag-bearers to wave the flags and command the battle. After all, the distance of human voice transmission was limited. Because of the marching, the line of troops was very long, and the horses of the Huns were fast. This battle will be a battle with almost no command. !
The sound of the hooves of "Rumble" is getting closer and closer, and the amplitude of the earth begins to increase significantly. Lin Wanyue's expression is a little dignified. She has determined the approximate number of Xiongnu. This will be a tough battle!
It was too late to say it, and with the screams of screams coming from afar, the line of troops in front had already met the Xiongnu soldiers!
The Huns' machete and horses rushed into the army that left the country, and blood flew from their hands.
Lin Wanyue looked at it from a distance and felt anxious in her heart. The disadvantage of Li Guo's infantry weapons was fully exposed here.
Lin Wanyue immediately inserted the spear in her hand into the ground, then took down the black bow on her back, stood with her feet open, took the arrow, and drew the bow in her dantian to aim!
With a "whoosh" the arrow pierced through the air, and in the distance was a Xiongnu soldier's chest. The latter swayed twice, then looked in astonishment at the arrow that was more than half-penetrating into his chest and fell off the horse. He was once again pierced by the spear of the expatriate soldier.
"Okay!" Li Mu, who was on horseback, witnessed the whole process of the Hun soldiers being shot by arrows, and couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.
When he sat on the back of a horse and turned around, he saw a black and thin young man in infantry clothes standing on the dirt slope, with a spear standing beside him and a Pu Dao on his waist. At this time, the young man stood on both feet again. Aiming with the bow, I saw that although the boy was pulling slowly, the bow in his hand was fully drawn, and then he shot an arrow again.
With a "whoosh" sound, the shot arrow quickly left an afterimage in the air, and then nailed it to the Xiongnu's chest.
Li Mu looked at the black bow in Lin Wanyue's hand and squinted. The original owner of the broken black bow was Li Mu. Because the bow body was damaged and lost the head, Li Mu disposed of the bow. The famous infantryman picked it up, and what Li Mu didn't expect was: this doesn't look very surprising, the black and thin young man can actually pull his two crossbow!
Lin Wanyue didn't know that her every move had been watched by Li Mu. At this moment, she was engrossed in watching the battle situation in front of her, and her brain quickly turned to analyze the situation in front of her.
In the end, Lin Wanyue measured the distance that the Huns had pressed in, decisively put the black bow behind him, picked up the spear that was inserted aside, and rushed out without hesitation!
Lin Wanyue ran towards the Xiongnu cavalry, in addition to her nervousness, there was also a trace of excitement in her heart: she did not expect this black bow to be so powerful, and she did not waste the past two months in order to use it better. A crossbow!