The screams and cries from the camp not far from the main royal court have never dissipated since March.
Since most of Weinan was massacred by the scholar who was good at using poisonous tricks, Cen Shixiang has been moving non-stop to the direction of the Royal Court of Zhengzhang with the refugees in the city who fled from the secret passage. The remaining people in the city, together with the people who had evacuated from Weinan in advance, unified There were thousands of soldiers in total, but most of the soldiers followed the Weinan tribe leaders Lu Yuanjian and Chitai Marquis and died in the battle at the top of the city. No soldiers surrendered. Only less than a hundred soldiers guarded the people and followed Cen Shixiang to fight back several soldiers. Although they were short of manpower, nearly 40% of the people were killed in the rebel army. In the end, the royal court received a report and hurriedly gathered the few remaining soldiers and horses to lead them, and they were able to keep close control. Of the 50% of the people, the remaining 10% either got lost or were washed away by the turbulence when crossing the river. No one is alive or dead.
But not long after that day, the troops and horses brought by the Xu Meng Mansion suddenly stopped. According to the secret report of the dead men in the royal court, it was learned that the scholar who frequently made poisonous schemes and was invincible in the Yuan Dynasty seemed to be unable to support him after all. His body was already like a leaky house. He fell ill while the army was marching forward, and was rushed to the Eastern Region of the Great Yuan Dynasty to suppress the illness. As a result, the army was leaderless. Although the commander was changed before the battle, he could be found hundreds of miles away from the royal court of the main tent. They were blocked by tens of thousands of newly recruited soldiers from the main court, who were forming a long formation. It was clear that the enemy was outnumbered, but we never took a step back. Only then could we barely get some breathing space, rush to help, and save half of the people.
However, there are still several small tribes who are grateful for the great position in front of the Royal Court of Zhengzhang, and they almost spare no effort to help the Royal Court of Zhengzhang. After all, they are weak, and they are sent from hundreds of miles away to treat their injuries near the Royal Court of Zhengzhang. The tents are open every day. Some of the soldiers among them have lost their limbs, some have wounds that cannot be treated, and some have ulcers. There are also tribesmen who are good at using poisonous arrows to scratch people and specialize in hurting people with hidden arrows. Therefore, miserable howls, cries, and curses are heard all day long. The sky above the Royal Court of Zhengzhang is endless day and night.
When Cen Shixiang entered the main tent yesterday, several clan elders had already fallen asleep at their desks, snoring loudly. I wonder how many hours these clan elders, who are already over sixty years old, had spent in their lives. Back, in the end, he was snoring loudly just after closing his eyes. Only the young Hehan, with blood-red eyes, was still staring at the mountain and river chart in front of him. Hundreds of miles away from the main tent, there was a wooden sculpture of a lone wolf guarding the gate. The terrain is dangerous, but there are ten wooden tigers outside the pass, and the situation can be known at a glance. For three whole days, He Han, who was no more than fifteen years old, never took his eyes away. However, no matter how he thought about it, there was no way to go in all directions. In the end, only the most ruthless eight-character town was on the mountain and terrain map. , that is, there is insufficient manpower and it is difficult to continue. If all those loyal men are used to fill up the march, I am afraid that they will not be able to last for a month. The pass will be lost and the road ahead will be almost flat. At this point, there is no stopping it.
Cen Shixiang even thought that if the scholar who was extremely skilled in military skills had not been ill, the royal court would have been scorched to death, and it happened to be this fleeting moment that delayed the last breath of the royal court for a few more months.
But Cen Shixiang didn't know how to speak, let alone how to comfort Nian Qian Hehan, who was almost squeezing out the last bit of his energy. This road was a dead end. I'm afraid there were only days to save him, but if God can ask for it, why should it be like this?
Therefore, Cen Shixiang did not go to the main tent today. Firstly, he was afraid of delaying the rest of the people in the main tent. Secondly, he wanted to go to the wounded soldier camp to see what was true. After all, he was a warrior. The skills of the cavalry outside the pass were high or low. At least you can tell something from the injury.
But when he actually stepped into it, Cen Shixiang saw how fierce the fierce battle in front of the pass was.
Those who lost their limbs, those whose faces were pale and lifeless, those who were disemboweled and still screamed in agony, most of them were dying in almost the entire camp, and there was no one who suffered minor injuries. The putrid wailing filled the entire camp. There were many doctors coming and going in the camp, carrying soups and medicines or sharp daggers, giving medicines to heal wounds, and scraping away skin and flesh that were infected by poison. Dozens of very skilled doctors were walking around, which was not enough to cover the entire camp. Everyone is taken care of.
Among the white-clothed doctors and bloody soldiers walking around, Cen Shixiang actually saw a woman holding a pipa, sitting next to a soldier with a bloodless face and lifeless eyes, lightly holding the pipa string. Sing softly.
Cen Shixiang recognized this girl with a very ordinary face. He heard that she was Lu Yuanjian, the leader of the Weinan clan who died in the battle at the top of the city. He asked someone to take him to the outside of the city to play and sing. The girl became more and more taciturn, and has never spoken until now. Cen Shixiang was very suspicious when he saw traces in the camp of wounded soldiers, but he soon frowned and stepped forward. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the woman raise her eyes, He took another two steps back until the wounded soldier's chest no longer rose at all, then he sat down and spoke slowly.
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"This place is already messy, and the doctor is worried about it. Your presence here has only caused a lot of trouble. It's best for the girl not to come here."
"Young lady, I won't cause any trouble." Yu Chai whispered back. It was clear that her singing voice was high and low, tactful and catchy, but when she spoke, she spoke in a very low voice. She rubbed her pipa in her hand and said, "Many of these people will die, so I can't help you much." , but I don’t want them to be filled with the sound of wailing and cursing when they die. There are many younger than me. A few days ago, there was a child-like person who was pierced by a poisonous arrow in his left eye. He could not be cured no matter what. , grabbed my sleeves and refused to let me go, saying that I was afraid of death, and asked me to sing a few more small orders, and it took me two hours to die, but there was no ferocious or ugly look on my face."
"So I can't leave. Please allow me to stay here and play and sing for a while." When he looked up again, Cen Shixiang found that this girl with extremely poor eyes had some things in her eyes that he couldn't understand, and just now Yu Chai touched her While playing the pipa, Cen Shixiang could clearly see that this girl, who was not a good-looking girl, had extremely beautiful hands. They were as tender as green onions, with full roots and long fingers. It's all vermilion. I don't know how many songs this girl has played. Speaking in a low voice, I'm afraid her throat hurts, but her singing is still not sluggish at all, just a little bit hoarse.
"My benefactor asked me to live a good life. I listened to him and followed him every step of the way. Even though my whole body was so sore that I couldn't feel anything, I still walked to the royal court alive. But since I live a good life, You can't just care about living, but you also have to care about the word "well", Yu Chai said one word at a time, staggered up and saluted Cen Shixiang, and actually smiled brightly, "I can't guess how much suffering you have suffered on the battlefield. But before leaving, you can calm down your face and look clean and tidy, not too uglier than usual."
Walking out of the wounded soldiers' camp, one can still hear the sound of a woman singing and playing the pipa among the wails and curses after the unbearable pain. Indistinctly, such a bright light path leads to life and death, which can make people feel at ease unconsciously.
Entering the royal court of the main tent again, Hehan rarely rested for a night and looked much better. But before Cen Shixiang could speak, he had already waved his hands to indicate that there was no need to be polite. The elders around him all returned to their residences to rest. The main tent was empty at the moment. So he invited Cen Shixiang to sit close, looked at the latter's face for a moment, and said with a smile, "Have you met that girl? She plays the music well and sings well. I really didn't expect that there is such a talented person in Weinan." After speaking out, Hehan's face suddenly tightened and he would continue if he didn't continue.
Ever since most of the imperial courts in Weinan were massacred, Weinan has become a three-character thing that the royal court cannot mention. It is said that people should not expose scars, not to mention that this new wound really hit a vital part, dripping with vermilion. Blood flowed profusely.
"The singing is really good. After all, I haven't heard singing like this in many years. That boy Lu Yuanjian really saved a girl who is both good at singing and good at heart. It's a pity that he can't marry her." Cen Shixiang was thinking about himself. As he continued speaking, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Hehan, some injuries may not be healed in this life, but you have to apply medicine little by little. When there is no medicine available, the pain will be much worse, and you won't feel the pain anymore. But what about Hehan?" Do you know that I went to the wounded soldier camp?"
He Han's somewhat immature face relaxed a little, and he shook his head and said, "The lives of people in the wounded soldier camp are like grass and grass. Many people will die soon. Even those who are sad in spring and autumn and sentimental will go to that place. It doesn't take a moment to feel numb, not to mention that you, Cen Shixiang, have a strong mind, but your expression when entering the account was surprisingly emotional. Of course, I know that you have met that woman." This time, it was the young man who was talking to himself. Light Hehan.
"In my early years, I heard my father say that in the Yuan Dynasty, a co-leader set up an order to kill Buddhists. The cause is unknown. Monks and monasteries, large and small, were almost wiped out. Officials and skilled Jianghu people could receive rewards based on the heads of monks. In the end, it turned out that It was someone who cut off ordinary people's hair on their temples and permed their wedding scars to make up for the scars, making the people of the Yuan Dynasty miserable and devastated. Then there were several years of great disasters and everyone ate each other. Now, if you think about it, it is not that far away from that incident. The Xumeng Mansion has a firm grip on power, and I am afraid that if it really wants to destroy all people, it will fall apart on its own before several neighboring countries come to attack."
Hehan's face suddenly turned red.
"So I would rather lead the wolf into the house than let the Xu Meng Mansion take charge of the entire Yuan Dynasty. I have never mentioned this to the elders of the clan. In terms of seniority, I should call you uncle. Please help me in this desperate gamble."
Looking at this somewhat twisted and weird face, Cen Shixiang suddenly felt that the young man in front of him looked very much like an old friend of his who died young, so he put aside all the worries in his heart and took two steps back to kneel on the ground.
At the end of this turbulent year, Xin Hehan handed over the last two hands of gambling chess. In the winter of the Great Yuan Dynasty, there were no birds, not to mention the fluttering colorful butterflies, but the storm was like a stone falling down a well.
