The stone walls of the Xijiang River were erected to cut off the clouds and rain in Wushan Mountain, and the high gorge led out of the flat lake.
The goddess should be fine, she should shock the world!
Wang Wu, who had just led his troops to climb halfway up the mountain, looked up and saw a huge boulder in the distance that stood out from the clouds on the green peak, looming like a graceful girl.
Under the reflection of the setting sun in the west, the girl is graceful and graceful in the clouds and mist, really like a fairy.
"Is it the Goddess Peak?"
Wang Wu was not sure whether what he saw was the Goddess Peak, the highest of the twelve peaks in Wushan Mountain.
Although he has lived in the Wushan area for several years, he has seen very little of the scenery here, and he has no time to be a tourist who goes out to enjoy the scenery.
After being assigned to the Tian Shou First Division after being released from the Children's Camp, his life was mostly either killing or being killed.
As a result, after living in Wushan for several years, I ended up "I just live in this mountain and don't know the true face of Wushan."
"probably."
The blind man Wansi who came up after him glanced at the boulder in the distance and lost interest. He turned around and walked to the edge of the cliff and worked hard with others to pull the people below up.
After setting off from Heigou, the Ming army, led by Wang Wu, walked four or five miles before being forced to climb slopes and cliffs.
The reason was that Shuangshuijing, which was the only way to Ci Zhulong, was occupied by a group of about 200 Manchu soldiers.
These Manchu soldiers were not the Han Aha who were easily frightened and eliminated by the Ming army in Heigou before, but a bunch of real Manchus.
Although the Ming army has about the same number as the opponent, they can use Kang Enbei's Zhenman to confuse the opponent. However, Wang Wu believes that this confusion will not last too long. After all, the opponent is a group of Zhenman, and it is easy to discover "the ninth leader". "There's something wrong."
Wang Wu, who wanted to prevent the enemy from being alerted and did not want to fight head-on with the Manchu soldiers, ordered them to move through the forest on the northwest side of Shuangshuijing after repeated weighing.
After all, his target was the Manchurian headquarters in Cizhulong, not to fight to the death with the Manchurian soldiers with these two hundred dead soldiers.
The northwest area of Shuangshuijing not only has towering ancient trees that block the sky and the sun, but some places are either cliffs or steep slopes with very steep slopes, making it difficult for the Ming army who just entered it.
The mute Zhu San, Cao Diwei and the others held broadswords in front and kept cutting away thorns, which allowed the Ming army behind to follow the path and move up the slope.
Even so, the forward speed is also very slow.
Wang Wu felt very anxious because it was getting dark.
Fearing that something might happen, the team was blocked at a place that was nearly half a cliff.
With the help of their companions, two Ming soldiers who were agile and good at climbing trees climbed the treetop with the rope in their mouths and used all their strength to climb up the treetop. Then they risked falling to death and jumped up the cliff. Then they tied the rope to the cliff. Putting it down gave the Ming army below a chance to go up.
Otherwise, we can only go back and break into Shuangshuijing.
Wang Wu put away his feelings about the beautiful scenery in the distance and called Kang Enbei, who had come up before him, to ask which direction the bamboo cage was.
Kang Enbei looked around and pointed in a direction.
About ten miles away, the direction is completely opposite to where the Goddess Peak is.
"Is that there?"
Wang Wu needs Kang Enbei to give a positive reply, otherwise it will not be a big joke, but a tragedy.
"Master, that's right there!"
Kang Enbei was very sure and said that if he was wrong, he would chop his head off.
I don’t know what this real Manchurian is thinking. He talks like a master to Wang Wu. Wang Wu is very funny, but he doesn’t correct him.
"good!"
Wang Wu nodded and looked at Zhao Jinzhong, who was leading people on guard.
Zhao was a well-known local hunter in Wushan before he was recruited by the Ming army. He often went into the mountains to hunt alone, so his ability to distinguish terrain and directions was better than ordinary people.
However, Zhao Jinzhong did not give an answer immediately. Instead, he looked around carefully before nodding to confirm.
Seeing this, Wang Wu was about to get up and prepare to continue setting off. Unexpectedly, the crowd on the edge of the cliff behind him let out a low cry, and then heard something falling heavily to the ground under the cliff.
"what happened!"
Wang Wu quickly came to the edge of the cliff.
"Captain, Chen Wu fell!"
Cao Diwei, who was holding the rope tightly in his hand, had red eyes and was holding back tears.
Chen Wu is his cousin.
Before his uncle died, he held his hand and asked him to take good care of his cousin.
I didn't expect that my cousin didn't die in the hands of the Tatars, but died on the edge of this damn cliff.
"Can't survive."
Wan Si sighed and stared at the bottom of the cliff.
The sky has been covered with darkness, and under the cover of the dense forest, it is so dark that nothing can be seen under the cliff.
"Fifth brother, how about I take someone down to look for it! Just in case,"
Gou Sheng didn't say anything in case of anything, but everyone knew that there was no such thing as a chance.
You can find it if you go down to look for it, but what you find will definitely be a broken body.
"No one has died since ancient times! We are all going to die. Brother Chen Wu is just one step ahead of us! If you really feel sad about Chen Wu's death, just give me all your strength and kill a few more Tatars for him!"
Wang Wu gritted his teeth and ordered to continue setting off.
It was already dark, and they could no longer linger here.
Ahead, they don’t know how many difficulties are waiting for them to overcome, and how many cliffs are waiting for them to overcome!
............
Baijiachi.
Beside the bonfire, Naha, the twelfth Manchurian leader with a red flag, was wiping his sword with a white cloth.
On the ground in front of them were dozens of corpses.
The person who died was a Han citizen who came from Heigou to report the news in front of a stick of incense.
This group of Han people brought a very important piece of information to Naha, that is, a Ming army of about 200 people disguised as a Qing army was sneaking towards Laomukong.
The time was more than two hours ago.
After confirming the authenticity of the intelligence, Naha did not immediately take corresponding measures. Instead, he slaughtered all the dozens of civilians who came to report the information.
The reason is that this group of Han people did not help the Qing soldiers to resist the Ming army.
Not to resist is to collaborate with the enemy.
If you collaborate with the enemy, you will not survive!
Naha's leader, Leng Geli, was a little worried and said, "Sir, please send someone to Cizhulong immediately to tell Lord Dutong about this matter, so as not to let the Ming army take advantage of our loophole."
Naha raised his eyes and glanced at the dark surroundings, frowning slightly. If what the Han people said was true, it meant that the ninth commander of Yatu to the west of him was likely to be attacked by the Ming army, and even the entire army was annihilated. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Yatu not to send someone to inform him.
The question is where did this Ming army come from?
Without understanding this issue, Naha would not dare to lead his troops and leave Baijiachi easily.
Because if something happens on the Western Front, his move is likely to cause the Qing army encircling Laomukong to fall into a tight siege by the Ming army.
After thinking for a moment, for the sake of safety, Naha asked Leng Geli to pick a few people with quick legs and feet to go to Cizhulong overnight to report the news. The others were not allowed to remove their armor in case the Ming Army brigade attacked.
"嗻!"
Leng Geli took the order and went over to make arrangements. When he passed by the pile of Han corpses, he found that there was a young man who was not dead. His right hand was on the ground, Mosuo, who was unconscious. He stepped forward with a knife and stabbed the young Han man's palm. The Han people howled in pain.
After cutting off five fingers of the young Han man with the tip of the knife, Leng Geli didn't want the Han man to die too quickly, so he didn't kill him any more. He saw that his eyes seemed to be looking at something, so he looked along.
I found that the Han man was looking at an older companion.
A middle-aged man who has long since passed away.
The middle-aged man's eyes were not closed, and his lifeless eyes were dull, as if he was asking why he killed them. They were already very honest!
They just want to live, just want to live!
Is it really wrong to live?
"Are they father and son?"
Leng Geli snorted slightly, picked up the knife and left.
In the sheep shed not far away, dozens of Han people who had been coerced by Manchu soldiers from another village to work during the day were strung up with ropes like livestock and sat on the ground full of sheep excrement, looking through the fence. Staring blankly at the bonfire outside.
and corpses by campfires.
The look in his eyes was not fear, but numbness.
