In the wilderness, the autumn wind is bleak.
A group of soldiers, covered with dust, lined up in a sparse queue and marched slowly eastward.
Hei Wa, who is taller than the others, is at the end of the team. His large crimson military uniform is stretched tightly around his body. Compared with the listlessness of the others, Hei Wa has a childish smile on his face and holds his left hand on his head. Playing with the handle of the knife looks very energetic.
Hearing the roar of thunder, he immediately looked up at the sky.
At some point, a large dark cloud gathered in the sky.
Suddenly, a dazzling electric light flashed in front of his eyes.
Then a thunderbolt, like the sky collapsing, hit his head out of thin air.
The explosion made all the soldiers' hair stand on end, their eardrums were buzzing, and they all jumped around in panic with their heads in their hands, their faces showing fear and uneasiness.
Hei Wa rolled his eyes and fell straight to the ground like a piece of wood. No one noticed him at this time.
A strong wind blew up, blowing sand and rocks.
The soldiers quickly shut up and turned around, covering their eyes and lowering their heads to protect themselves from the wind.
There were heavy cold raindrops, which hit my skin in a diagonal and sloping way. After a few breaths, the wind and rain suddenly stopped again.
The dark-faced old soldier with a weathered face rubbed his ears, looked up, and saw the dark clouds scattering as fast as a galloping horse. He turned back and glared at Shi Chang angrily, and cursed: "You bastard, you are scolding me again for no reason." What the hell? You almost killed us all and were struck by lightning. If you mess around again next time, I won’t tear your beaks apart."
Shi Chang Mu Shuangquan is in the prime of life. He has an eye-catching blue tattoo on his left forehead, his face is burnt and his hair is tangled with tangled beards.
He just heard the muffled thunder and greeted God with a few curse words. At this time, he felt guilty and rubbed his ears a few times. He didn't care about the old guy who scolded him. When he saw all the subordinates looking at his joke, a look on their faces. Ban, pointed his finger and yelled:
"Everyone is staggering around like a pheasant. What the fuck are they talking about? Get them all together and get ready to go!"
The thunder just came out of nowhere, it was really strange and strange, and it scared him.
Could it be that the thief cannot be scolded by God? He always cursed a lot.
Glancing at the noisy formation of soldiers, Mu Shuangquan suddenly realized that something was wrong. When he looked again, he realized that the largest and most annoying soldier at the end of the formation was missing. He shouted: "Where did Hei Wa go? Find me quickly. It's a remote place in the wilderness. Wild, why is he running around alone?"
The others looked around and found a person rolling down in a shallow pit not far away.
"What, Hei Wa...he fainted!"
Mu Shuangquan and the black-faced old soldier were startled. They separated from the others and rushed forward. They reached out with their hands, touched their necks, and explored the bottom of their noses. They breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Hei Wa's body and face were dirty. There were no signs of being scorched by lightning, and his breathing and pulse were a little rapid, probably just from fright.
"Bai Xiang looks very bold because of his big size, but it's useless to be stunned by such a small explosion of thunder!"
Mu Shuangquan cursed in his mouth, stood up and shouted angrily: "What's the point of being surrounded by people? Do you still want me to arrange it? A bunch of thieves were hacked with knives, and they didn't even blink."
The soldiers surrounding him dispersed in a hurry. They were accustomed to being scolded by the chief. They stood or lay down in all directions to guard.
The black-faced old soldier helped Heiwa untie the heavy knife and the pressed bow bag and quiver and throw them aside. He sat down on the ridge with his right hand and slapped his lower back with his right hand. He patted the loess ground with his other hand and said hello. Shi Chang said: "Stop fussing and pestering, sit down and have a rest, and wait until the silly boy wakes up before leaving."
Mu Shuangquan spread his legs and sat down, took out the leather pot from his waist, filled two sips of water, looked at the sky, saw that the dark clouds had dispersed, the sky was still a little gloomy, he guessed it was Shen Shichu, and said: "Wait for him for a quarter of an hour. , if he doesn’t wake up, someone will give him urine.”
The old soldier chuckled, took off the scabbard that was in the way of his waist, and threw it in a convenient place on his right hand. He slowly lay down on his back, with the earth pillow resting on his waist. He was so comfortable that he hummed: "Too silly." Thanks to the boy, I can also lie down for a quarter of an hour... Ouch, what an old man I am."
Those raindrops that just fell have been absorbed by the dry soil, leaving the ground dry and tight.
"You're an old man, you'd rather be lazy and enjoy yourself."
Mu Shuangquan smiled and cursed, then frowned again, staring at Hei Wa lying motionless in the shallow pit, puzzled. Hei Wa has always been stupid and bold, how could Hei Wa fainted from a mere thunder?
The thunder didn't hit Hei Wa, and no explosion crater was seen on the ground. How strange is that?
At this time, in Hei Wa's mind, Chang Siguo's consciousness was at a loss.
Some unfamiliar and chaotic memory images that did not belong to him kept flickering in the surrounding darkness, like movie clips, coming to life, making it difficult for him to tell whether he was dead or alive.
After being stunned for an unknown amount of time, Chang Siguo vaguely heard a sharp shout in his ear: "Enemy attack!"
Like a conditioned reflex, Chang Siguo sat up, opened his eyes and looked around blankly, and saw a thin old man with a black face wearing a dirty ancient costume. He lifted his ears from the ground, pointed to the northeast, and shouted : "Ten cavalry, about five miles away, are coming towards us!"
Seeing that Chang Siguo woke up in time, the black-faced old soldier patted Chang Siguo's broad and strong shoulders, grinned and said, "Hei Wa, there's going to be a war. Don't show off and rush forward alone again!"
The situation was urgent at this time, so the old soldier didn't say much, picked up the waist knife on the ground, bowed and ran to the left.
The blue tattoos on Mu Shuang's head suddenly swelled, and his eyes were gleaming fiercely. Seeing that Chang Siguo was still dazed in place after waking up, he kicked him and shouted: "Hurry up and pick up your weapon and fight me. I'm still stunned." What are you doing?"
He ran to the right front and shouted to the other half-kneeling and half-crouching soldiers: "Get your bows and arrows ready! Don't fucking panic. According to daily training, two legs cannot escape four legs, and there is no place in the wilderness." We need to kill all the Beirong thieves and cavalry before we can survive. Brothers, please work together. If anyone dares to escape, I will be the first to kill him!"
Only half of the soldiers in this team have actually experienced fighting in battle. The rest are new recruits who have not seen blood yet.
Mu Shuangquan roared in confusion, which calmed the panicked people.
In the distance, a row of black dots gradually became clearer on the horizon. The sound of galloping hooves on the ground rumbled, and yellow dust rose behind them.
Chang thought about the confusion in his mind at this moment. He remembered that he was exploring a dark underground palace in the back mountain of Qingyuan Mountain. Taoist Priest Mingyuan, who was accompanying him as a tour guide, smiled and pushed him down the bottomless abyss. How could he blink in a blink of an eye? Arrived in this strange withered wasteland?
Look at what you are wearing, as well as the way other people are dressing up, the style of their hair, and the original and tacky ancient costumes.
There was also the sour smell of sweat on his body, which Chang Siguo was not used to... Did he lose his soul? !
"Hey..."
A high-pitched eagle call sounded in the sky. Chang Siguo looked up and saw a majestic eagle spreading its wings and circling above. He vaguely understood that the enemy was attracted by this eagle.
"You're a thief, you've ruined my life and I won't let you go."
The bow string sounded, and a sharp arrow was shot at the big eagle.
The eagle suddenly accelerated and charged forward. The arrow shot into the air and fell diagonally. The eagle screamed loudly, fluttered its wings and flew away with great energy.
Mu Shuangquan reluctantly retracted his bow, not daring to be distracted anymore. He inserted the arrows in the quiver into convenient positions on the ground one by one, silently calculating the distance of the approaching enemy cavalry.
