Although the soldier was an ordinary person, he could also feel that mysterious "murderous aura". When he came to his senses, he was shocked to find that his back was covered with cold sweat.
He spoke very quietly, fearing that the enemy in the dark might hear him.
"Sir, would you like to take another route..."
In fact, both options are very risky.
There is only one road nearby.
If he turned back and chose another route, he was afraid that he would run into the rebels, but if he continued on this route, he was afraid that he would encounter dangers no less than the rebels. It was really a dilemma. The soldier was also full of regrets and was glad that Qishan did not blame him.
Unexpectedly, Qi Shan raised his hand to stop him: "No, continue."
The soldier's throat rolled nervously, he swallowed a few times, and hesitantly and fearfully looked at the direction where the cold arrow had been shot from. That was the closest he had ever been to death. Qi Shan gave him a reassurance and said lightly: "It's okay!"
Qishan did not return to the car, but sat outside it.
Inside the carriage, Shen Tang asked what was happening outside.
Qishan replied, “Nothing.”
Shen Tang was not satisfied with this response.
The arrow just now came with such force that it was not "no problem" in any way. So, she turned her gaze to Gu Chi, with a questioning look. Gu Chi's scholarly ways were simply the natural nemesis of assassins, and all his hiding, lurking, and assassination were exposed!
The facts were just as she guessed.
Gu Chi had indeed discovered that there were people hiding in the forest early on.
He mouthed silently: "There are a few minions in the forest."
Shen Tang finally felt relieved and continued to close his eyes and rest.
She had to hurry up and recover some of her spirit, so as not to be unable to help when encountering a difficult and dangerous situation. Among the group, two soldiers were better than ordinary people. Gu Chi looked sick and had to rely on medicine to survive. Qi Shan looked bad, probably because he was exhausted from trying to get out of Xiaocheng. Captain Yang was seriously injured and unconscious...
After a careful count, I find that I am the most reliable.
Gu Chi, who was forced to hear Shen Lang's inner thoughts: "..."
What does it mean that he looks like a sickly person
What do you mean he is relying on medicine to stay alive
Gu Chi curled his lips secretly.
Outside, the soldiers drove the carriage carefully.
The distance was a hundred feet, but he felt as tired as if he had run several miles. His nerves were tense and he was in a state of panic. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead without him noticing, and his eyes darted around uncontrollably, fearing that another arrow would shoot out from somewhere.
result-
I didn't get hit by any hidden arrows, but I got hit by several corpses.
Most of these bodies were incomplete, with broken limbs and body parts scattered not far away. Some were wearing new clothes, some were old, but they looked like soldiers from a certain faction. After walking for a while, the soldiers saw several bodies with their heads chopped off. Judging from their attire, they were all rebels!
The soldier was so nervous that he couldn't hold the reins.
He whispered, "Sir, this—"
After seeing so many corpses with miserable looks of death and the horrific scenes of broken limbs and body parts scattered all over the ground, Qi Shan remained calm.
He said: "We must have entered a battlefield by mistake."
The rebels suddenly changed their strategy of besieging but not attacking, and gathered a large army to fiercely besiege Xiaocheng, and also sent out Gong Xichou. There must be something fishy about this big killer move. It seems that the crux of the problem lies here - the matter of the national seal alarmed Zheng Qiao, and Zheng Qiao took action.
However, I underestimated the ruthlessness and decisiveness of the rebels.
He also underestimated Zheng Qiao's speed of action.
Those soldiers on the ground should belong to the forces coming to support Xiaocheng, but they misjudged the strength of the rebels - the rebels were divided into several groups, sending troops to delay the reinforcements while commanding the remaining troops to attack the city at such a fast speed...
The soldier was trembling with nervousness: "Then, what should we do..."
Qishan said: "Don't be afraid, just keep going forward."
They are civilians who escaped from Xiaocheng, not rebels.
What is there to be afraid of
The soldier was really scared. He timidly muttered, "I'm just afraid that I'll be caught and beheaded for military merit..."
This kind of thing is of course prohibited on the surface.
However, there are always people who do this in private.
If you want to climb up, you must have military merits.
But the heads are on the necks of the enemies, so it is not easy to take them, and there is even a risk of being killed in return, so some soldiers like to take the heads of innocent people to make up the numbers. The number of fakes is not large, but even if there are only one or two, it is still one or two lives!
Qi Shan said with a smile: "It would be best if they dare to come."
He didn't mind hanging a few more human heads on the carriage for deterrence!
After walking for a while, we were probably close to the center of the battlefield. We saw more and more corpses, and from a distance we saw a man dressed as a young general running in this direction. The soldier leading the way was carrying a bow and arrow, running all the way and blocking the way.
When I got closer, I realized that the young general was not a young general.
He was a middle-aged man with a rare body type, not tall and sturdy. His facial features were a bit sharp and monkey-like, and he was not good-looking, but his eyes were sharp, and his body was still filled with murderous aura from the battlefield. He said, "Stop!"
The sound was slightly sharp.
The soldier hurriedly pulled the reins hard: "Whoa—"
The middle-aged man shouted, "Who are you?"
Qi Shan stood up, brushed off the dust on his sleeves, got off the car calmly, and bowed: "I am a commoner who fled from Xiaocheng."
The middle-aged man obviously didn't quite believe it.
He rode his horse forward a few steps and looked down at Qishan.
His eyes swept over the Bunshin monogram on his waist, and his expression softened a little - in this era, Bunshin scholars and Bushidan warriors had high status, and could enjoy the benefits of this status when they went out - however, the middle-aged man still did not let his guard down.
He asked again: "Who is in the car?"
The five senses of a warrior are very sharp - he can sense how many people are in the carriage and their conditions through information such as heartbeat intensity and breathing rate. If Qi Shan deliberately conceals something, he will turn hostile and kill him in the next second.
During combat, the most taboo thing is to have unidentified people approach.
Qi Shan: "One is my master, one is the accountant hired by the master, one is the martial arts master of the family, and the other is the guard."
The middle-aged man said again: "Let them come out."
"I encountered danger on the way to escape, and now..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Tang lifted the car curtain, bent down and jumped out of the car.
Gu Chi also came down to watch the fun.
Captain Yang was seriously injured and unconscious, and most of the cloth wrapped around his body was soaked with blood. He couldn't move, let alone get down. The middle-aged man felt that the weakest breath was him, and he didn't force anyone. But when he saw that Shen Tang and Gu Chi both had Wenxin Huama on their waists, his pupils changed slightly, and his expression became subtle.
Literary men and women are not the cabbages sold on the street.
I encountered three at once...
He thought about it, dismounted, and clasped his fists in return.
His eyes moved between Shen Tang and Gu Chi.
Ask Qishan: "I wonder who is your master?"
Shen Tang said: "It's me."
The middle-aged man was slightly surprised when he heard this.
He didn't seem to expect that this skinny little kid was the leader of the group, but he didn't look down on Shen Tang because of his age. For someone of this age to have two scholars follow him, he must have either incredible talent or an incredible family background!
Looking at Shen Tang's appearance and demeanor...
Although she was dressed in ordinary clothes, she was clear-headed, well-disciplined, and open-minded. She was not an ordinary person. The middle-aged man took a good look at Shen Tang in his heart, and his first impression was very good.
Gu Chi, who was forced to listen to the rainbow fart, said: "..."
Is the person this person is talking about the same person he knows
Middle-aged man: "Hello, young man."
Shen Tang also responded in a friendly manner: "Hello, General."
"Did you guys really escape from Xiaocheng?"
Shen Tang said: "Yes."
The middle-aged man asked again: "How is the war situation over there?"
Shen Tang's expression visibly darkened. The middle-aged man saw it and felt his heart skip a beat. He hurriedly asked again. Shen Tang took a deep breath, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and said in a low voice: "When we fled, Xiaocheng had already been captured by the rebels of King Zhui."
The middle-aged man was surprised and asked, "How could this happen?"
Shen Tang looked at him suspiciously: "What do you mean, General?"
The middle-aged man did the math for Shen Tang.
It turned out that the rebels had deployed most of their forces to ambush the various forces that came to support them. The remaining forces should not be enough to capture Xiaocheng, and even if they could, it would take three to five days. With 12,000 to 13,000 rebels, wouldn't the Xiaocheng garrison be able to withstand the convenience of the city
Attacking a city is not the same as defending it.
The attacking party is already at a disadvantage. If they want to capture a defended city, they will need at least twice the number of troops.
Shen Tang was about to speak when he heard Qi Shan speak.
"Because I lost to one person, and lost three games in a row..."
Fighting will be about morale.
Morale determines the outcome of a war.
When two sides fight, one side wins three games in a row and one side wins three games in a row. These are two completely different concepts. This is why Shen Xiaolangjun consumed nearly half of the rebels' morale, and when the rebels launched a general attack, they could use morale to create five giant catapults!
This situation also means that the high-end combat power of both sides is completely one-sided. Otherwise, the rebels would have to fight hard for two or three days to capture Xiaocheng. After hearing this, the middle-aged man was so surprised that he opened his mouth slightly and remained silent for a long time.
Without warning, he flew into a rage.
A string of strange syllables came out of his mouth.
Which dialect should it be
Judging from the tone, it's most likely insults.
Shen Tang was right. The middle-aged man was cursing, and the words he used were quite ugly. Qi Shan was worried that these words would pollute Shen Tang's ears, but when he lowered his head, he found that Shen Xiaolangjun had a confused expression and obviously didn't understand, so he was relieved.
He explained: "It's not that the Lord of Xiaocheng is incompetent..."
The middle-aged man angrily asked, "How come it's not?"
Qi Shan said: "The one who fought the general must be at least of the thirteenth level of courage, and he even broke through the shackles when fighting the general..."
Xiaocheng is an unfortunate place that has been ravaged back and forth.
What kind of background could it have
If someone of this level comes among the thirteen levels, they will just kill indiscriminately!
Qi Shan saw the middle-aged man's face change slightly, and said: "The leader of the Xiaocheng garrison, the captain surnamed Yang, was so brave that he tried to fight against a general of a higher rank, but he still couldn't take him down. That man's name is Gong Xichou, he is very young, but his talent is terrifying..."
The middle-aged man said, "Huh."
He seemed to be disdainful of the praise in Qishan's words.
"Okay, you guys will have to go with me first."
Shen Tang asked: "Why?"
They were just passing by.
The middle-aged man said, "Of course it's for the sake of caution. Our army is setting up camp nearby, and we repelled the invading lackeys of the Pig King not long ago. Who knows if the people coming here at this time are spies sent by the enemy? Please cooperate with me, little boy."
His attitude is very tough.
Other soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield gradually gathered around.
It's clear that you have to go whether you want to or not.
Shen Tang secretly looked at Qi Shan to ask what he meant.
Qishan nodded.
"In that case, please send someone to lead the way."
The middle-aged man pulled the reins and turned the horse around.
He said, "Follow me."
joke-
How could ordinary soldiers keep an eye on three men of letters and scholars
He had no choice but to do it himself.
Shen Tang asked Qi Shan to go back to the carriage and stay outside, but Qi Shan would never agree. However, because the middle-aged man was also there, Shen Tang, as the "master", could not openly disobey. In the end, Shen Tang summoned the motorcycle that he had not seen for a long time and jumped on the mule.
She bowed to the middle-aged man and said, "General, please."
The middle-aged man glanced at the motorcycle.
He asked, “Isn’t this a horse?”
As we all know, Wenxin scribes have no horses.
No matter how exquisite and beautiful Shen Tang's motorcycle looks, it is still a mule. At most, it is taller, stronger, more muscular, and has well-proportioned limbs than an ordinary mule. It also has beautiful accessories jingling around its neck, and even the reins are made of thick braided red ropes.
Red rope, copper bell, white mule.
Shen Tang patted the motorcycle with some enthusiasm.
He laughed and said, "The motorcycle is a mule."
Although it is a mule, its running speed and explosive power are not inferior to those of a warhorse with excellent bloodline. In addition, the mule has amazing endurance, and its endurance is even better than that of a warhorse. The middle-aged man muttered in a low voice and glanced at Shen Tang with a strange look.
Scholars of literary mind tend to be fussy.
People like Qishan would rather walk than ride a mule.
Shen Tang's carefree look made him doubt his previous judgment - could it be that this wasn't a young man from a prominent family, but a rising star with amazing talent
Shen Tang and his group followed the middle-aged man and vaguely saw some smoke rising in the distance. As they got closer, they could see the outline of the temporary camp. The camp was not small in scale, and the soldiers patrolled in an orderly manner. The clanging sound of armor colliding made people feel refreshed.
She asked: "This camp... why is there something strange..."
The middle-aged man asked: "What's strange?"
Setting up camp is a science.
He was very satisfied with his results.
Shen Tang's words obviously touched his nerves.
She pointed at the weirdness.
“… Why is there such a clear distinction here?”
It's totally not a style of painting.
The middle-aged man looked over and understood.
He said, "Because it is the camp of two forces."
Shen Tang: "Both parties?"
"We are all here under the imperial order to fight against the unjust traitors. If we meet, we will go together so that both sides can take care of each other."
In fact, there were more than just these two forces heading towards Xiaocheng. Several other forces were blocked and ambushed by the rebels on the way and had not yet joined up. As for the forces that were the farthest away and the slowest, they would arrive in three to five days no matter how slow they were.
Where are these talented people now
Shen Tang looked up and saw several large flags fluttering in the wind at the gate of the camp, with a big word "Gu" embroidered on the flags.
The camp was neatly laid out, implying the changing formations.
Obviously it is not a disorderly ragtag army.
Before he entered, another general in full armor rode up to him and called out, "Ninth Brother, what was the harvest?"
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