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On August 30th, in the northwest.
When the rain started to fall in the late autumn season, there was no sign of stopping. The heavy rain covered barren hills, dwarf trees and grass, running water, and occasionally, corpses lying on the ground could be seen. A man or a warhorse, in the silt or grass, stopped breathing forever.
In the chaotic battlefield last night, the slaughter track extended from north to south for a distance of more than ten miles. In fact, it was only a conflict after two or three thousand people met. They were killed all the way, and now the corpses in the far side of the battlefield have not been taken care of.
A group of forty-three people came from south to north. Four wounded horses were picked up on the road, and the four wounded among them were carried. When they saw the bodies on the way, they also sent people to collect and search for some things.
The raging rain had already soaked his body, the air was gloomy and cold, and the boots on his feet were embedded in the muddy road, and it took a lot of effort to pull them out. Zhuo Yongqing hung the shoe around his neck early, feeling the faint pain in his chest, and stuffed a small piece of marching ration into his mouth.
"Pfft... You say, where are we going now?"
The heavy rain that fell was the most annoying. As I walked in front of me, I wiped the water stains on my face, but I was fascinated again in a short while. Walking beside him was his comrade-in-arms Chen Side, who was fiddling with his crossbow, which was probably broken.
"Where did you come from last night, so go back to where you are." Chen Side looked ahead, "It stands to reason that there should be people waiting there."
"Will the golden dog also send someone to wait there?"
"...It's hard to say." Chen Side hesitated for a while, and the crossbow in his hand was pulled hard, only to hear a "pop", and it shattered. Zhuo Yongqing said, "Go get a good one." Then he squatted down and picked up iron pieces, bolts and other objects in the mud with him. These things in the crossbow are still useful after taking them back.
The rest of the people walked past, one foot lightly and one heavy foot, and some of them walked forward with the help of the wounded. There was a sudden loud noise from behind, and a figure fell from the horse's back, splashing muddy water. The person leading the horse stopped, and someone ran over behind him. Zhuo Yongqing wiped the water droplets from his eyes: "It's Lu Shitou..."
At this time, everyone in the front and back had stopped, looking at the comrade who was holding up the figure in the muddy water, the comrade-in-arms froze for a moment, then looked back half a circle: "Dead... Lu Shitou..."
Someone moved, and at the front of the line, Qu Qing came out: "...Take his things. Put him on the side of the road."
"… Do you want to bury him?" someone asked in a low voice.
"I don't have time." After Qu Qing finished saying this, he paused, stretched out his hand and pointed at the three horses behind him, "First find a place to heal and catch up with the brigade. There are us and Jurchen here, so it's not peaceful."
The crowd did so. They took away Lu Shitou's knife, shield, bow and crossbow, and put another seriously injured person on the horse. Cover the hood and move on.
It was still the gray and gloomy autumn rain. More than 40 people walked along the mud and had to turn around the rugged mountain road ahead. Just under the silver-grey sky, over the mountain road, more than 20 northern men in Jurchen military uniforms were also descending along the mountain road. Covered by rocks. The two sides have not seen each other yet.
"...Last night, the brigade should not have dispersed. We killed too quickly... I remember Lulifu was dead."
"Lulifu... where is it?"
"I don't remember. On the way here, Golden Dog's warhorse... knocked him away. Get it for me."
While speaking, Chen Side was still playing with another crossbow in his hand. After taking a sip of water, he handed the rattan kettle he carried to Zhuo Yongqing, who took the kettle and pressed his chest subconsciously.
"If I hit it, I might die. My bones might be broken, but I didn't die. So he might..."
While he was still talking, there was a sudden movement from the top of the hillside. It was a fight between human figures and the crossbow rang. Two figures suddenly rolled down from the mountain, one of them was one of the three scouts on the side of the Black Flag Army, and the other was obviously a Jurchen spy. At the corner of the road in front of the queue, someone suddenly shouted: "Fight!" Arrows flew past, and the person walking at the front had turned up his shield.
At this moment, Zhuo Yongqing was stunned for a moment, and the shudder suddenly rose and exploded from the back of his head. He only hesitated for a moment, and then he rushed forward. He threw away the water bottle in his hand, unfastened the crossbow, and wound the arrow. Someone was already rushing past him faster.
A few simple shields were set up in a loose array in the blink of an eye, and the bows and arrows on the opposite side flew to hit the shields. Luo Ye held a knife and shouted: "How much?"
"twenty"
"Kill them!"
At the corner of the road, a warhorse suddenly rushed over, heading straight for the hastily formed shield wall ahead. A Chinese soldier was knocked away by a war horse, the Jurchen threw himself into the mud, slashed with a long knife, and another war horse had already rushed in. The Jurchen over there rushed over, and the people over here had already greeted him.
Luo Ye walked in the mud with the knife in one hand, and saw the Jurchen cavalry rushing towards him, his footsteps were not slow, the one hand holding the knife turned into two hands, and the pace stopped abruptly when the horses were close to each other. , the body swayed, and he slashed out a knife.
"arrogant mother"
The warhorse flew out with blood, and before the Jurchen on the horse got up, he was stabbed to the ground with a spear by the person charging behind. At this time, the conflict of war has begun. People are fighting and fighting on the muddy road and the dangerous hillside. Zhuo Yongqing rushed up. Nearby is a mountain of long hairs who drew their knives and slashed at the Jurchen, and the muddy water was running. Lifting it up, the Jurchen dodged the slash, and also killed with one slash, Zhuo Yongqing waved his shield to block the slash.
Mao Yishan crossed the shield and slashed again, the Jurchen tumbled and dodged again, and Zhuo Yongqing followed him, and was about to raise his knife to slash, when the Jurchen slammed into the muddy water while he was moving. Not moving, but a crossbow arrow was hit in the face. Zhuo Yongqing looked back and didn't know who shot it. At this time, Mao Yishan had already shouted: "Hold a group"
In the autumn rain, the murderous fight became the theme of this mountain road in an instant. Zhuo Yongqing, Mao Yishan and others had already huddled together. At some point, sticky blood was already on their faces. Not far away, Luo Ye brought a few people into a small group. The most aggressive, Hou Wu, Qu Qing and others are another group with the largest number of people. This sudden encounter made the Jurchen extremely vicious, but when the warriors of the Huaxia Army gathered, their vicious hunting was no longer able to prevail. A few moments later, several people fell, and the blood flowed again on the hillside.
A wounded soldier named Pan Xiaomao hid in the rear beside the horses carrying the seriously wounded, guarding seven or eight crossbows from time to time to shoot arrows and sneak attacks, sometimes shooting horses, sometimes shooting people. A Jurchen soldier was shot in the lower leg and limped to the bottom of the hillside. Not far below, there was the cliff of the mountain stream, and a soldier named Wang Yuan chased and killed him all the way. When chasing the edge of the cliff, Luo Ye shouted: "Come back!" However, it was too late, the earth and stones on the hillside slid, and he fell down with the Jurchen.
I don't know how long the battle lasted. Two Jurchens fled on horseback. When there were no active Jurchen soldiers nearby, Zhuo Yongqing sat down suddenly panting, and Mao Yishan patted him on the shoulder: "Kill it. Good!" However, Zhuo Yongqing did not kill anyone this time. He consumes a lot of physical strength, mainly because the injury to the chest has increased the physical consumption.
"Check the number of people! Save the wounded first!" Qu Qing shouted in the crowd. Everyone rushed towards the wounded around, while Luo Ye ran all the way to the edge of the cliff, leaning over and looking down, as if he wanted to find a chance of luck. After taking a few breaths, Zhuo Yongqing stood up staggeringly and went to check on the injured. When he walked back. Finding that Chen Side had fallen in a pool of blood, an arrow was hit in his throat and went straight through.
Zhuo Yongqing's mind buzzed. This is of course his first time on the battlefield, but Chen Side is not the first companion and friend he has seen dead in the past few days. Witness such a death. It's not sadness that's stuck in my heart, it's more weight. Those are living people. In the past, they communicated and talked... Chen Side was good at handicraft. In the past, he could disassemble the crossbow and repair it by himself. The rattan water bottle in the muddy water has a leather bag inside, which is extremely Exquisite, it is said that his mother made it for him when Chen Side joined the Huaxia Army. A lot of things seem to be suddenly pressed at this moment after they stop abruptly. Such a weight makes it difficult to swallow directly into the stomach.
However, no matter who it is, all this must be swallowed. The dead are very heavy, but at this moment they are all light. There are dead people all the time on the battlefield, and indulging in the dead on the battlefield will delay even greater things. This extremely light and extremely heavy contradiction is pressed together in this way.
Zhuo Yongqing's eyes were sour, something was gushing out, he turned his head to look at the people around him, Luo Lunzi stood on the edge of the cliff for a while, then turned his head and walked back. There was a hint of madness in the seemingly calm movements. Some people checked next to the deceased for a while, but after being stunned, they silently walked to the side. Hou Wu helped an injured person and shouted to the surrounding: "He is still Alright! Bring the bandages and bring the medicine."
Zhuo Yongqing picked up the rattan kettle on the ground, hung it on his body, and stepped aside to help others. After some tossing and counting, the number of people was counted, and there were still 34 people, ten of them were wounded Zhuo Yongqing, and those who were not stab wounds that affected the battle were not counted. When everyone was about to go forward, Zhuo Yongqing also subconsciously said: "Would you like to... bury them..."
He looked at the corpse lying on the side of the road.
"...No time." Luo Ye said this, then he paused, and suddenly pointed his finger down, "Or, throw them down."
"Okay." Qu Qing nodded and walked over to the body first, "Everyone, hurry up."
They threw the eight corpses on the side of the road into the deep stream and moved on. They originally planned to return along the same path as last night, but considering the situation of the injured, there would be not only their own people, but also Jurchens on the way, so they simply found a fork in the road and walked a few miles. Afterwards, the severely injured were temporarily left in a relatively hidden mountain pass under the cliff, and two people were arranged to take care of them.
"You can't go anymore." Qu Qing told these people, "Even if it's over, it's hard to play against Jurchen again, now either we find the brigade, and then notify the people from the clan to pick you up, or we can't find it. , and then turn back at night."
After leaving these twelve people, Zhuo Yongqing and other twenty-two people rushed over to the place where the battle last night, met a five-member Jurchen team on the way, killed them, broke one person, and on the way again Five people gathered. We arrived at the edge of the woods on the top of the hill where we rushed to fight last night. I saw that the traces of the war were still there, but the brigade of the Huaxia Army had obviously moved by biting the Jurchen.
Twenty-six people risked a trip into the woods, and hurriedly retreated after receiving the enemy. At this time, the Jurchen skirmishers are obviously also patronizing here. The Huaxia army is stronger than the formation and cooperation. The Jurchen killed in the white mountains and black waters are stronger than the individual soldiers in the wild and forest. Standing here and waiting for a companion may be an option, but it is too passive. Qu Qing and others decided to go back and settle the wounded first, and then estimate the possible location of the Jurchen and chase after them.
This time and again, it was a muddy rainy day, and when we approached the mountain col, I saw a body lying on the side of the road. There were almost a dozen arrows stuck in it. This is the soldier they left to take care of the wounded, named Zhang Gui. Everyone suddenly became nervous, alerted and rushed to the col.
It's too late.
There was a bloody smell everywhere in the col, and corpses were scattered all over the place. There were a total of 11 corpses of Chinese soldiers, and each of them had arrows on their bodies. Apparently, when the Jurchen arrived, the wounded resisted by throwing up their shields and shooting with crossbows. But in the end, he was shot by the Jurchen, in the innermost part of the col. The four seriously wounded who were not easily moved were killed by the Huaxia soldiers themselves. After the lightly wounded killed them, he inserted the long knife into his heart. Now the body is sitting next to him, but there is no head Jurchen General It chopped off.
The sky has dimmed, and the rain is still falling. After everyone carefully checked all of this, someone remembered Zhang Gui who died on the side of the road in the distance, and said softly, "Zhang Gui is trying to lure Jurchen away..." Luo Ye and a few people went out silently with knives in hand. , obviously wanting to find traces of Jurchen, and it took a while. Only to hear Luo Ye's roar from the dim mountains: "Come on!"
After a while, there was another voice: "Come on", but there was no reply. Soon after, Luo Ye came back, and on the other side, someone brought Zhang Gui's body back.
"It's time now." Hou Wudao, "Let's bury them."
Luo Ye nodded: "Let's make a fire to cook, and let's rest for the night."
"The Jurchen may still be around."
"Let them come!" Luo Ye gritted his teeth and said. After a while, Qu Qing said over there, "Let's make a fire and dry the clothes."
The crowd dug a pit and buried twelve corpses. That night, they rested on the graves at this place. The soldiers ate some boiled rations, and if they had wounds like Zhuo Yongqing, they bandaged them well. After the tossing and turning of the day, heavy rain, silt, fighting, injuries, everyone was very tired. After drying their clothes, they put out the fire. Everyone is discussing where to go tomorrow.
"… Wanyan Lou Shi has been circling around Yanzhou and Gyeongju these days, I think he is waiting for reinforcements to come... The Chong family's army has already surrounded them, but maybe the Zhe family will come too, Jinning Army It's hard to say whether these will come to join in the fun. In a few days, there will be a mess around. I estimate that if Wanyan Loushi wants to leave, he will probably choose the direction of Xuanjia'ao today... "
"...Wanyan Loushi is not afraid of war, he is just cautious and has rules in fighting. He doesn't fight us head-on, he is afraid of our artillery and balloons..."
"If you push like this, maybe you'll have a big fight while it's raining..."
"Maybe it's tonight..."
"yes… "
"Anyway, we're going to Xuanjia'ao tomorrow?"
Zhuo Yongqing leaned on the tomb and listened to Luo Ye and others buzzing for a while, and he didn't know when he heard Qu Qing say: "It's my fault to leave the wounded here..."
"What's wrong with you, don't take things to yourself!" Luo Ye's voice became louder, "The injured can't leave, we have to rush to the battlefield, no one can do that! It's the Jurchen who should be killed. , what should be done is to get it back from the Jurchen!"
"Maybe a few people can go to the brigade, and we'll wait here."
"There is no such choice!" Luo Ye said decisively, "Who are we fighting now? Wanyan Loushi! Jurchen No. 1! Now it seems that we are evenly matched with him, who knows when we have a flaw, let them eat us Since we have to fight on the front, we will do everything we can! We only have more than 20 people, but who knows if the front will be a little worse because we are missing? Send someone to find the brigade, and the brigade will be divided. People came back to find us? Qu Qing, fight! What is the most important thing in fighting? Mr. Ning said, put your life on the line!"
Luo Ye paused: "Our lives, their lives... My own brothers, they died, I'm sad, I can die for them, but I can't lose a war! Fighting! It's hard work! Mr. Ning said, there is no need for anything. You desperately fight for your own life, and for other people's life! Fight to the extreme! If you fight to your death, if others can't keep up, you will fight to your death for others! Don't think about those who don't have it, it's not your fault, it's the Jurchen damn it!"
"Thank you, Luo Lunzi." Qu Qing said, "Don't worry, I have no less fire in my heart than you. I know what I can do with it."
"Hmph, here today, I haven't seen anyone with less fire in their hearts..."
The coldness faded, and the heat wave came again. Zhuo Yongqing leaned against the mound, gritted his teeth, and squeezed his fists. Soon after, he fell asleep again in a daze. The next day, the rain continued uninterrupted, everyone ate a little something, said goodbye to the tomb, and set off for Xuanjiaao again.
It is raining heavily and the road is rough again, but on the battlefield, as long as there is a breath left, there is no place to complain and complain...
There is no other way but to move forward.
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