Chapter 216 Chapter 216: Camp [Please vote]
Although the soldier is an ordinary person, he can still feel the mysterious "murderous aura". When he came to his senses, he was surprised to find that his back was covered with cold sweat.
He was extremely quiet, for fear of being overheard by his secret enemies.
"Sir, would you like to take another road..."
In fact, both options are very risky.
There is only one road nearby.
If I turn back and choose another path, I am worried that I will encounter the rebels, but if I continue to take this path, I am afraid that I will encounter as much danger as the rebels. It is really embarrassing. The soldier was filled with regret, but fortunately Qi Shan did not blame him.
Unexpectedly, Qi Shan raised his hand to stop: "No, continue."
The soldier's throat rolled nervously, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and hesitantly and fearfully glanced at the direction where the cold arrow had been shot. . That was the closest he had come to death. Qi Shan gave him a reassurance and said calmly: "It's okay!"
Qi Shan did not return to the car and sat directly outside the car.
In the carriage, Shen Tang asked what was going on outside.
Qishan replied: "Nothing."
Shen Tang was not satisfied with this response.
The arrow just struck was so fierce that it didn’t fall into the category of “nothing” at all. So, she turned her gaze to Gu Chi and asked with her eyes. Gu Chi's way of being a scribe is simply a perfect match for assassins. He can hide, lurk, and assassinate without any evasion!
The facts were just as she guessed.
Gu Chi did indeed discover someone hiding in the forest early.
He mouthed silently: "There are a few minions in the forest."
Shen Tang felt relieved and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
She must seize the time to recover some of her literary spirit, so as not to be unable to help when encountering difficult dangers - a group of two soldiers are better than ordinary people, Gu Chi has a sick look on his face, and he has to rely on decoction to survive Fate, Qishan's face was not good, he must have been exhausted trying to break out of Xiaocheng, Captain Yang was seriously injured and unconscious...
After careful calculation, he was the most reliable.
Gu Chi, who was forced to hear Shen Lang's voice: "..."
What does it mean that he looks sick?
What do you mean he hangs himself by relying on soup and medicine?
Gu Chi secretly curled his lips.
Outside, soldiers drove the carriage cautiously.
The distance was a hundred feet, but he was as tired as if he had run for several miles. Nervous and on tenterhooks. Thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead unknowingly, and his eyes moved up and down uncontrollably, fearing that another cold arrow would pop out from somewhere.
Result——
I didn’t encounter Lengjian and encountered several corpses.
These corpses were mostly mutilated, with severed limbs and remains scattered not far away. Their clothes were old and new, but they looked like soldiers of a certain force. After walking for a while, the soldiers saw several corpses with their heads cut off. They were all dressed as rebels!
The soldier was so nervous that he could no longer hold the reins.
He whispered: "Sir, this -"
After seeing so many miserable corpses and the horrifying scenes of severed limbs and remains scattered on the ground, Qishan's expression remained unmoved.
He said: "We must have mistakenly entered the battlefield somewhere."
The rebels suddenly changed their siege and refused to attack, gathered a large army to besiege Xiaocheng aggressively, and even sent out soldiers There must be something fishy about a big killing move like Xiqiu's. It seems that the crux of the problem lies here - the matter of the national seal alarmed Zheng Qiao, and Zheng Qiao took action.
It’s just that we underestimated the ruthlessness and determination of the rebels.
He also underestimated the speed of Zheng Qiao's actions.
Those small soldiers on the ground should belong to the forces coming to aid Xiaocheng, but they just misjudged the strength of the rebels - the rebels were divided into several groups, sending troops to delay the forces coming to aid, while directing the remaining troops to attack the city. Still at such a fast speed ...
The soldier was trembling nervously: "Then, what should we do..."
Qishan said: "Don't be afraid, keep going forward."
They are The people who escaped from Xiaocheng were not rebels.
What's there to be afraid of?
The soldier was really scared. He whispered timidly: "Aren't I afraid of being caught and beheaded for military merit..."
This kind of thing is obvious. Naturally, it is prohibited.
However, there are always people doing this in private.
If you want to climb up, you must have military merit.
But the heads are on the necks of the enemy, so they are not easy to get, and there is even a risk of being killed. So some soldiers like to take the heads of innocent people to make up for their numbers. The number of frauds is not large, but even if there are only one or two, it is still one or two lives!
Qishan said with a smile: "It's best if they dare to come."
He doesn't mind hanging a few more heads on the carriage to deter him!
After walking for a while, we were probably close to the center of the battlefield, and we saw more and more corpses. We also saw a man dressed as a young general running in this direction from a distance. The leading soldier carried a bow and arrow and ran all the way to lead the way and block the way.
After taking a closer look, I realized that the young general was not a young general.
He was a middle-aged man with a figure that was rare but not tall and burly. His facial features were a bit like those of a monkey with a sharp mouth and cheeks. He was not good-looking, but his eyes were sharp, and his body was still filled with murderous aura that had not dissipated from the battlefield. He said: "Stop!"
The voice was slightly sharp.
The soldier hurriedly pulled the reins hard: "Uh-"
The middle-aged man shouted sharply: "Who are you?"
Qi Shan stood up and flicked his bullet jacket His sleeves were thin and gray, he got out of the car calmly, and said with a bow: "These are the people who escaped from Xiaocheng."
The middle-aged man obviously didn't believe it.
He took a few steps forward on his horse and looked down at Qi Shan.
My eyes glanced at the literary monogram on his waist, and his expression softened a little - the literary scholars and brave warriors of this era had a high status, and they could enjoy the dividends brought by this status even when they went out - but , the middle-aged man still did not relax his vigilance.
He asked again: "Who is in the car?"
The five senses of a brave warrior are very sharp - there are several living people in the car, and the condition of the living people can be determined by the heartbeat intensity, Information such as respiratory rate is sensed. If Qishan deliberately concealed it, he could turn against him and kill him in the next second.
During the war, it is most taboo to be approached by unknown people.
Qishan: "One is the master of my family, one is the accountant recruited by the master, one is the martial artist of the family, and the other is the nurse."
The middle-aged man said again : "Let them come out."
"We encountered danger on the way to escape. Now..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Tang opened the car curtain, bent down and jumped out of the car.
Gu Chi also followed down to watch the fun.
Duwei Yang was seriously injured and fell into a coma. Most of the cloth wrapped around his body was soaked with blood, and he could not move, let alone get down. The middle-aged man felt that the weakest aura was his, and he didn't force it. Just seeing the inscriptions on Shen Tang and Gu Chi's waists, their pupils changed slightly and their expressions became subtle.
Wenxin scholars are not just cabbage sold on the street.
He bumped into three of them at once...
He thought for a moment, got off his horse, and returned the favor with fists in his hands.
His eyes flickered 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 think that this skinny little kid was in charge of a few people, but he didn't look down on Shen Tang because of his age. At such an age, two literary scholars can be together, either because of their amazing talents, or because of their amazing family backgrounds!
Let's look at Shen Tang's appearance and demeanor...
Although he is dressed in a relatively ordinary way, his clear eyesight, preparedness, and open-mindedness between his brows are not something ordinary people can cultivate. The middle-aged man took a good look at Shen Tang and made a good first impression.
Gu Chi, who was forced to listen to a rainbow fart: "..."
Is this person talking about the same person he knows?
Middle-aged man: "Hello, young man."
Shen Tang also responded kindly: "Hello, General."
"You and your group really escaped from Xiaocheng?"
Shen Tang said: "Yes."
The middle-aged man asked again: "What's the situation like over there?" Shen Tang's expression darkened visibly. When the middle-aged man saw it, his heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly asked again. Shen Tang took a deep breath, suppressed the thoughts surging in his heart, and said in a low voice: "When we fled, Xiaocheng had been captured by King She's rebels."
The middle-aged man was surprised: "How could this happen?"
Shen Tang looked at the other party in confusion: "What does the general mean by this?"
The middle-aged man settled an account for Shen Tang. .
It turns out that the rebels deployed most of their troops to ambush the supporting forces from all walks of life. The remaining troops should not be enough to capture Xiaocheng. Even if they could, it would take three to five days. Can the rebel army of 12,000 or 3,000 people be unable to withstand the convenience of the Xiaocheng garrison?
Sieging a city is not as good as defending it.
The siege party is already at a disadvantage. If they want to capture a defensive city, they must have more than twice the number of troops.
Shen Tang was about to speak, but heard Qi Shan speak out.
“Because the generals were defeated by one person, and we lost three games in a row...”
The generals are about morale.
Morale is related to the outcome of the war.
When two sides fight, one side wins three games in a row and one side wins three games in a row are completely different concepts. This is why Shen Xiaolangjun consumed nearly half of the morale of the rebels, and when the rebels launched a general attack, they were able to use their morale to turn into five giant catapults!
The occurrence of this situation also means that the high-end combat power of both sides is completely one-sided. Otherwise, if the rebels want to attack the city, they will have to fight hard for two or three days before they can conquer 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 any warning, he suddenly became furious.
A string of strange syllables came out of his mouth.
Which dialect should it be from...
Judging from the tone of voice, most of them are still curse words.
Shen Tang guessed right. The middle-aged man was cursing, and the words he used were quite ugly. Qishan was originally worried that these words would foul Shen Tang's ears, but when he lowered his head, he found that Shen Xiaolangjun's expression was confused and he obviously didn't understand, so he felt relieved again.
He explained: "It's not that General Xiaocheng is incompetent..."
The middle-aged man said angrily: "Why not?"
Qishan said: "General Fighter He is a man of at least thirteen levels of courage, and he broke through the shackles when fighting against generals..."
Xiaocheng is an unfortunate place that has been ravaged back and forth.
What kind of background can it have?
At this level of the Thirteenth Grade, it’s really killing indiscriminately!
When Qi Shan saw the middle-aged man’s face, his face changed slightly, and he said: “The head of the Xiaocheng garrison, Captain Yang, also showed his courage and forced himself to cross the rank of a general. Even so, he failed to win the battle. Man. That man's name is Gong Xiqiu. He is young and has a terrifying talent..."
The middle-aged man said: "Hmph"
It seems that he is very disdainful of the praise in Qishan's words.
"Okay, you guys will go on a trip with me first."
Shen Tang asked: "Why?"
They were just passing by.
The middle-aged man said: "Of course it is 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 who came here at this time were sent by the enemy? The spy is here? Please cooperate.”
His attitude was tough.
Other soldiers cleaning the battlefield gradually gathered around.
This attitude makes it clear that if you don’t want to go, you have to go.
Shen Tang secretly asked what Qi Shan meant with his eyes.
Qi Shan nodded.
"In that case, fine, please ask the general to send someone to lead the way."
The middle-aged man pulled the reins and turned the horse's head.
He said: "Follow me."
Just kidding——
How can ordinary soldiers keep an eye on three literary scholars?
He can only take action personally.
Shen Tang asked Qi Shan to return to the carriage and stayed outside. How could Qi Shan agree? However, since the middle-aged man was also there, Shen Tang, as the "master", could not openly disobey. Finally, Shen Tang summoned the motorcycle he had not seen for a long time and jumped on the back of the mule.
She raised her hands to the middle-aged man: "General, please."
The middle-aged man glanced at the motorcycle.
Ask: "Isn't this a horse?"
As we all know, literary scholars did not have horses.
No matter how delicate and good-looking Shen Tang’s motorcycle is, it is still a mule. At most, it is taller, stronger, muscular, and well-proportioned than ordinary mules. It also has beautiful jingling accessories hanging around its neck, even on a leash. The reins are also braided thick red rope.
Red rope, copper bell, white mule.
Shen Tang patted the motorcycle with some enthusiasm.
Laughed: "The motorcycle is a mule."
Although it is a mule, its running speed and explosive power are not inferior to war horses with excellent bloodlines. In addition, mules have amazing endurance and are even better than war horses in terms of battery life. The middle-aged man murmured in a low voice and looked at Shen Tang strangely.
Wenxin scribes are relatively stupid.
People like Qi Shan would rather walk than ride a mule.
Shen Tang's unburdened look made him doubt his previous judgment - could this be not a child of a distinguished family, but a rising star with astonishing talent?
Shen Tang and his party followed the middle-aged man and vaguely saw some smoke rising in the distance. Looking closer, they could see the outline of the temporary camp. The scale of the camp is not small, and the soldiers patrol in an orderly manner. The clang of armor clashing can make people feel energetic.
She asked: "Why is this camp... so weird..."
The middle-aged man asked: "What's so weird?"
Setting up a camp is a science.
He was very satisfied with his results.
Shen Tang's words obviously touched a nerve in him.
She pointed at the oddity.
“…Why are the Jingwei and Jingwei clearly distinguishable here?”
It’s not the same style of painting at all.
The middle-aged man looked over and understood.
He said: "Because it is a camp of two forces."
Shen Tang: "Both parties?"
"Both of them were ordered to fight against the unscrupulous traitors. When they met, they came together, and both sides also took care of them."
In fact, These two forces were not the only ones heading towards Xiaocheng. There were also several routes where they were blocked and ambushed by rebels who had not yet reunited. As for the furthest and slowest forces, they can get there in three to five days no matter how hard they work.
Where are these talents now?
Shen Tang looked up and saw several large flags fluttering in the wind standing at the gate of the camp, with the large word "Valley" embroidered on the flags.
The layout of the camp is neat, implying the way to change the formation.
Obviously not a motley army with no order.
Before they entered, another general wearing full armor came up to him on horseback and shouted: "Brother Ninth, how is the harvest?"
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Alas , I will try to give each chapter a title...
But it’s really difficult
(End of this chapter)