The water continued to grow for seven days from the moon before it recovered.
When the soul is damaged, the best way is to sleep. During these seven days, Shui Congyue was bedridden most of the time. Wu Gen took care of her every day and took good care of her. Not only did she hold her hair and spit out food like the ancients did, but she also put a lot of thought into it.
On this day, seeing that the weather was fine, the spring breeze was faint, and they had nothing to do, the two of them sat in the courtyard and drank tea like the literati.
Shui Congyue took a sip of tea, picked up a broken leaf on the lid of the cup, and sighed: "I never thought that ghosts could be so dangerous and cause great damage to the soul. I have never suffered such a serious injury since I was a child. In this case, Wu Gen, you are quite talented, and you have actually lived here for so many days."
It was rare to be praised by Shui Congyue, Wu Gen straightened his back, "You don't know something from Congyue, there is a reason for it." The two of them got along with each other for a long time, and their titles also changed.
"Oh, why."
"Did you know that my nickname is Shi Zhuo'er? The stone is smelly and hard, so it can't be broken by even a ghost."
"Is there still such a thing?"
"Then you are ignorant. When we were in the village, a fortune teller once said that a person's destiny is influenced by his or her name. When people in the countryside give their children baby names, they always want them to be called something ugly, like a dog. Dan'er and Smelly are easy to feed."
"Absurd, the talk of strange powers and gods."
"Hey, I have to explain this carefully." Wu Gen rolled up his sleeves and was about to teach him the truth about the life of an ugly man. From the other side of the mountain, in the direction of Daxia Kingdom, there was the rumble of horse hooves. Listening to this movement, there were dozens of horsemen.
Wu Gen's expression changed and he flew towards Feng Sui. Huangzhong Ridge is located in a remote area, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and very few soldiers and horses come here.
I hurriedly boarded the beacon and looked down. There was smoke and dust billowing down the mountain. There were more than 40 riders cruising around the pass. Look at the shining breast mirror, who is it if it's not the soldiers and horses of the Great Xia Kingdom?
Looking at the brazier with wolf dung not far away, Wu Gen murmured in his heart. Although the terrain of Huangzhong Ridge is dangerous, it is not an important place for military strategists. Otherwise, there would be no one to guard it for a long time and no one would take it seriously.
Otherwise, it's just too steep. Coming from the Kingdom of Daxia, there was only a winding and narrow mountain road accessible, with only one horse allowed to pass at the narrowest point.
Think about how long it would take thousands of horses to pass through the pass one by one. Moreover, the State of Zhao also set up beacons at the pass. The saying that one man is in charge of the pass and ten thousand men cannot open it is exactly how to describe this place.
If the Daxia army were to attack Zhao, there were still three or four major roads through which they could attack, so there was no need to take this small road and surprise any troops. Therefore, Huangzhong Ridge is only used as a beacon tower to observe the enemy's situation on weekdays, and is not heavily guarded.
But today, why did the Great Xia Kingdom focus on this place? Could it be that they wanted to use all their troops? What came here was a surprise force.
Soon, dozens of cavalrymen, led by an officer, arrived a hundred feet away from the pass. This was the farthest distance a crossbow could shoot. It seemed that the leading officer was a veteran.
Shui Congyue also followed up at this time, holding a big halberd and looking at the soldiers and horses parked outside the pass, "Wu Gen, do you want to go out and fight."
"No, no, no." Wu Gen shook his head like a rattle, "This place is dangerous and the cavalry cannot attack directly. They can only attack one by one. If the two of us abandon the pass and escape, we will play into the opponent's hands."
"It doesn't matter, there are only dozens of people, I'll just pick them out." Shui Congyue didn't care.
Feeling Shui Congyue's fighting spirit, Wu Gen quickly dissuaded him, "There's no need to put yourself in danger, I'll wait and see. It's just that these people are far apart, otherwise I would have shot him a few arrows, which would have saved me from being so arrogant." He stretched out his hand and pointed. Pointing downward, quite unwillingly.
Shui Congyue squinted his eyes, stretched out his thumb to estimate the distance between Daxia's soldiers and horses, looked at the crossbows that had been placed in the beacon one by one, shook his head and said: "The bow is weak, how can it defeat the enemy? Wait for me to get it Come with the eagle-killing bow."
He turned around and got off the beacon, and after a while, he came up with a black long bow. The bow is made of unknown material. It is completely black and has two tigers carved on it. The bow string is as thick as a child's arm. I really don't know how Shui Congyue can pull such a strong bow.
Standing by the crenel, Shui Congyue casually took a long arrow from the crossbow cart. The arrow is placed on the string, the left leg is bowed forward, and the right hand clasps the bowstring and slowly draws it away.
Squeaking, Shui Congyue pursed her lips tightly, the bow in her hand was like a full moon, its brilliance flowed under the sun, and with a "boom" sound, the arrow flew out.
A strong wind passed over the beacon, and the wind and dust surged up, splitting the air like a bolt of lightning, and shot towards the Daxia cavalry who were still pointing.
In the blink of an eye, a cavalryman was shot through the chest, and the flying arrows continued unabated. He killed a second cavalryman and nailed the third man and horse to the ground.
Everything happened so suddenly, Wu Gen looked at the Daxia troops fleeing in the distance in confusion.
If he had some knowledge, he would have lamented something like "the crossbow's hair is like the blue waves swallowing the sun, and the arrow flies like lightning and flies like the wind." At this moment, the uneducated man only had three words in his mind: Edi God.
Shui Congyue looked calm, as if he had just taken a sip of wine, and turned around to get the second long arrow.
After experiencing a brief panic, the Daxia cavalry, under the command of the officer, quickly resumed their formation, keeping a distance from each other to avoid being killed by the other party.
It can also be seen from this that the tactical literacy of the soldiers of Daxia is indeed higher than that of Zhao.
At the command, these cavalrymen advanced instead of retreating, spreading out and rushing towards the pass. When approaching the intersection in front of the pass, the road narrowed. Some people simply dismounted, holding their shields, and tried to climb up the beacon tower from the steep hillsides on both sides. The rest set arrows to cover, and arrows flew towards the beacon tower like rain.
Facts have proved that the people of Daxia made the right choice. The most dangerous area is the ten to one hundred feet in front of the beacon. When you get closer, blocked by the mountains, the people on the beacon are unable to shoot their opponents due to the blind spot.
Seeing this scene, Shui Congyue put down the arrow in his hand and picked up the halberd with one hand. "Open the door. I will go out to meet the enemy. You use arrows to kill the skirmishers on both sides. If they are all scattered, it will not be possible." Easy to clean up.”
"There are many people on the other side. Be careful and don't go too far away from the pass." Wu Gen thought about it. He only had two people. If the other side came up from the bottom of the mountain, there would be a blind spot when shooting arrows from a high place, which would be difficult to deal with.
In agreement, Shui climbed onto his horse from the beacon under the moonlight, rushed out of the small door under the beacon with his halberd, and headed straight for the enemy soldiers in front of the pass.
Wu Gen stood on the beacon, arrows whizzing above his head. He hid behind the crenel, observing the opponent's movements, and tried to use arrows to stop the small group of stragglers climbing up the mountain.
At this moment, an unforgettable scene for Wu Gen occurred. On the mountain road under the beacon, a white horse rushed out of the pass like the wind. The man in white on the horse waved his halberd, as powerful as a rainbow and as brave as a chi, like a silver sword inserted into the enemy's formation.
Arrows flew in and were blocked by halberds one after another. The white horse roared loudly, but its aura was not inferior to that of its master.
The officer on the opposite side saw the fierceness of the opponent's approach, waved his hand, and three cavalrymen met him. As soon as the two sides met each other, they saw that the man was on his back and his horse was overturned. With a wave of his hand, the three cavalrymen had already fallen off the horse.
"What's the name of the person coming? Report it up." The officer from the Great Xia Kingdom shouted loudly while dispatching his men.
It's a good thing he didn't shout. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the white horse turned and came towards him.
"Stop him," the officer yelled. Seeing this, some of the others took out a tripping rope with stones tied to both ends, some hurriedly threw out iron caltrops, and some picked up their bows and arrows.
They are all people who are used to fighting on the battlefield, so they naturally know how to deal with cavalry, and they carry many restraints with them.
Shui Congyue clamped his crotch against the war horse. The horse neighed, snorted, and suddenly accelerated. The halberd in his hand hit the ground hard, and with the force of the rebound, the men and horses rose into the air, avoiding the opponent's various methods in an instant.
The halberd was swung out, making a big circle and hitting the officer. This is really a smash, not a stab, not a pick, not a cut. The huge heavy halberd is as light as a plaything in his hand.
The Daxia officer was about to urge his horse forward when his eyes flashed and a cold light fell from the sky. In panic, he hurriedly raised his long knife to block.
There was a loud noise, and the fine iron handle of the knife in the officer's hand bent into a crescent moon. The war horse beneath him whined, spread its legs, and lay on the ground. It was shocked to death by the force of the blow.
As for the officer on the horse, his arms fell limply, his eyes protruded outwards, and all his orifices were bleeding, and he fell limply on the horse corpse.
The power of the blow was so terrifying that the people around him were dumbfounded and their livers and gallbladders burst into tears as they watched the man in white robe jump over the officer and slaughter the other soldiers like mowing grass.
"You can't stop it anymore, run away." Someone shouted, and everyone present had no intention of fighting anymore and fled in all directions.
The water rushed from the moon like a wolf into a flock of sheep, either slashing or shooting at them, and the team of dozens of people was swept to pieces in the blink of an eye.
Wu Gen's blood was running high as he looked at Feng Sui. This was not a human being, but a god and demon, a god of murder sent by God to whip the world.
The people who were still climbing on the mountains on both sides were dumbfounded. They were neither going up nor down, and they all abandoned their weapons and descended.
After a short battle, more than a dozen corpses were left in the field, and eight people were captured.
With such fruitful results, Wu Gen couldn't help but feel elated. He looked up at Shui Congyue, who was sitting in the beacon and drinking alone, as if nothing had happened. He sighed in his heart, the world often said that there are hundreds of enemies or thousands of enemies, but I just thought it was an exaggeration.
Today we know that there really is such a kind of person in the world, a wind tiger and a cloud dragon, who can swallow thousands of miles with anger, whistle in the breeze, and extinguish the smoke in the laughter.
The tied up prisoners were carefully interrogated as to why they attacked Barren Tomb Ridge today, uncharacteristically. It turned out that the Daxia border army had received a tip-off that a large amount of military supplies were stationed on the Huangzhong Ridge, but the defense was weak, with only a weak young man stationed there.
Thinking that if you can grab a deal, why don't you do this kind of risk-free business, so you sent dozens of people over to inquire.
When I came here, I really felt like I was here to move things. I even brought a carriage with me. Moreover, the Daxia Kingdom did not want to send troops to garrison here. After all, this place is far away from Daxia and is a useless place. It is difficult to station a large number of troops and supplies, and there is really no point in occupying it.
Wu Gen's nose was so angry that he was crooked. This was an out-of-touch trick to convey such false military information. Basking in the sun on Huangzhong Ridge and selling private salt, the life is so nourishing. For things like fighting and killing, you have to go to the Xiangjun camp. Why should you bully me, a small corps commander?
When the beacon is lit, the smoke pillars rise one after another, which is very eye-catching in the wilderness. The signal has been sent, and Wu Genjing waits for someone to come from the Xiangjun camp.
Soon, in less than a day, a hundred cavalry rumbled in, and Zhang Yuan was the leader. There were not enough people stationed in the small courtyard, so they had to dismount at the foot of the mountain to rest.
Looking at the prisoners squatting on the ground and the row of corpses, Zhang Yuan was extremely shocked. He didn't expect that the Barren Tomb Ridge, which had never had a war, suddenly started fighting, and even won. The one who won was still the gangster man. Wu Gen.
Not believing it, Zhang Yuan personally went to the Daxia Kingdom outside the pass and looked carefully on the ground. There were many arrows scattered on the blood-stained ground, and horse corpses and human limbs were still there.
After watching the battlefield, Zhang Yuan, accompanied by Wu Gen, went to rest in the small courtyard under the beacon. After all, he was exhausted after marching all the way here. Along the way, we saw trenches, bunkers and traps appearing one after another, which was shocking.
When I got to the entrance of the courtyard, I looked back at the large and small offices along the way and sighed, "I never thought that this small barren tomb ridge would be managed like an iron bucket by you. There are three or five people guarding this place, refusing to let anyone go." Hundreds of people won’t be a problem. Well, well, well, when I get back, I will definitely ask for credit from the music director.”
Feeling agitated, he slapped the stone lion beside him with his right hand.
"No." Wu Gen was originally full of pride and beaming, but when he caught a sideways glance at Zhang Yuan's movements, he couldn't help but lose his mind and hurriedly spoke out to stop him.
Zhang Yuan was startled, wondering what Wu Gen meant.
Suddenly, he felt a strong wind coming from behind him. When he turned his head, he saw that a huge tree had flown in front of him and hit his back. Zhang Yuan was knocked out and his body fell heavily to the ground. Just as he was about to stand up, the ground suddenly cracked, and a dark pit appeared in front of him.
Wu Gen covered his eyes and couldn't bear to watch what happened next.
Zhang Yuan's voice came out from the pit, and it sounded a little distorted, "Wu Gen, I will kill you."
