Spring thunder boomed in the sky where the clouds gathered.
Mist flowed between the mountains. Hai Dongqing flew in the sky, silently patrolling the land in the mist. The trees loomed in his field of vision, occasionally revealing the traces of a battle.
Blood flowed on the ground, turning into a semi-viscous liquid and flowing down the mountain stream in the early morning. There were traces of explosions on the grassy slope. The smell of gunpowder had dissipated. Corpses were impaled on spears.
A small group of people passed through the corpses.
"Commander Luo has gone to the east. Let's search for the last time …"
"She can come at any time. If there are no wounded, retreat …"
"Seems like there are no survivors."
In the process of searching for the wounded, someone took out a match and blew it gently. In the bean-like light, the sound of conversation could be heard occasionally.
"Commander Luo fought a good battle. Most of the people here are from the Jin Kingdom …"
"They look like the Xi Kingdom. There are hundreds of them here."
"Commander Luo cooperated with the fourth division. I heard that Chen Tian personally led the fourth division. After the battle, the fourth division moved on to the next battle. Commander Luo chased them for a while …"
"You're bragging again. How do you know so clearly?"
"I asked when I met with the third division. They saved all the wounded, so we cleaned up …"
As he spoke, his eyes flashed in the night sky. A moment later, a figure crawled over. "Hai Dongqing, the Female Immortal is coming from the north."
"Second Young Master … I told you to stay here …"
"It's not the time to talk nonsense. Talk to me later." The crawling figure twisted his neck and wrists, looking very easy to talk to. The adult next to him grabbed him.
"Old Yu, you go to the south. Second Young Master, what are you doing? You go with us. "
"I haven't finished. Uncle Zheng, there aren't many Female Immortal. They're just a small scout team. They might be the vanguard. I've already seen them. If we eat it, the Female Immortal will be blind for at least a day or two, right? "
"If you want to eat it, I'll go. I promised your father …"
"No, I'm not that old, and my Qinggong is good, so I've already seen them. If you don't bring me along, they'll see you soon. We don't have much time, so don't be wishy-washy. Uncle Yu, you guys move first. Uncle Zheng, follow me.
The young man who spoke was like a loach. With a shake of his hand, he turned around and slipped away. Half of his body was camouflaged, and his body was covered with tree bark and moss. He crawled, but his limbs moved very little, like a spider or a turtle. If he was far away, it would be almost impossible to see his existence. Zheng Qiming had no choice but to chase after them.
The young man running in front was naturally Ning Ji. Although his behavior was a little shameless, his eyes were full of solemnity and vigilance. After telling the others the location of the Jurchen scouts, his figure had already disappeared into the bushes ahead. Zheng Qiming, who was a big man, sighed and sneaked to the other side.
Not long after, the battle unfolded in the thick fog at daybreak.
The Female Daoist's scouts were not easy to deal with. Although they were slightly scattered and quietly approached, the moment the first person was shot and fell, the rest were already on alert. The figure flew through the woods, and the knife light flashed through the night. Ning Ji pulled the trigger of his crossbow, and then pounced on the opponent who had long been targeted.
The Jurchen scout's figure swayed, and she avoided the crossbow arrow. She pulled out her knife and slashed. In the darkness, Ning Ji's figure was shorter than the average person. The steel knife swept over his head, and the knife in his hand had already pierced into the opponent's lower abdomen.
The Jurchen scout was wearing soft armor, and her clothes were thick, so Ning Ji's knife did not go deep into her flesh. With a sound, the Jurchen scout grabbed the back of the knife, and the knife light in her other hand slashed back. Ning Ji let go of the knife handle, and his figure stepped to the back of the enemy.
The Jurchen scout roared, and her body also turned, but Ning Ji's body movement was even faster. In the blink of an eye, he was like an ape on the opponent's back, and one hand grabbed the top of the opponent's head. The Jurchen scout knew that it was a matter of life and death. She exerted strength to jump up and hit the ground behind her.
At the moment when the world was spinning, Ning Ji put his hands together, hugged the opponent's head, and curled up his body to make a defensive posture. With a bang, he landed on his back, and mud splashed everywhere, but the Jurchen's head was still in his arms.
The next moment, blood splattered in the darkness. Ning Ji separated his hands, and the short knife in his hand slit the opponent's neck.
Hai Dongqing swooped down from the sky, and on the ground, the feeder whose neck had been slit was still struggling violently. This eagle pounced on the youth who had taken the life of its master, and pounced with its sharp claws and iron beak. In a moment, the youth grabbed Hai Dongqing and jumped up from the ground. He grabbed the eagle's neck with one hand, and grabbed its wing with the other. As the beast struggled violently, he twisted it to death in his hand.
He threw Hai Dongqing's corpse away, and when he wanted to help the others, the fight in the forest had already ended. At this moment, only four or five breaths had passed since he rushed out, and Zheng Qiming had already rushed to the front. He slashed at the scout who was still twitching on the ground, and asked, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine …" Ning Ji spat out the blood in his teeth, and looked around to see that the surroundings had become quiet. He then said, "Hai Dongqing … Watch me kill this Hai Dongqing. We … "
"Liu Yuan has been stabbed …" At this moment, a low voice was heard. On the other side of the field of vision, there was a figure clutching his lower abdomen, and slowly sat down beside a tree trunk. Ning Ji was slightly stunned, and then he ran in that direction …
In the fight on the battlefield, one could be injured at any time, and they could also witness their comrades fall and leave at any time. These days, Ning Ji, who was in the military medical team, was already used to such things.
Time progressed to the middle of February, and the battlefield at the front line was intertwined with each other. Encirclement and escape, ambush and counter-ambush happened every day in this mountain range.
The mountain terrain in front of Zizhou was too complicated, so the Huaxia army divided the army into regiments to mobilize and fight with the highest efficiency. Ning Ji also kept moving along with the battlefield. Although he belonged to the military medical team, it was very likely that he would fall to the front line of the battlefield during a few movements of the army, or he would engage in close combat with the scouts of the Jurchen. At this time, Ning Ji would instigate Zheng Qiming and the others beside him to reap the spoils of war.
Although Zheng Qiming did not bring many people with him, most of them were the guards who had followed Ning Yi in the past, and their combat strength was outstanding. In theory, Ning Ji's life was very important, but in the atmosphere of the battle at the front line, everyone was fighting bravely, and they could not sit back and do nothing about the small Jurchen team that could be killed.
In this way, by the middle of February, Ning Ji had participated in the hunting of the Jurchen scouts and soldiers three times, and killed a few more people. In one of them, he encountered an experienced hunter from the Jin Kingdom, and he was almost stabbed in the throat. Thinking about it later, he was still quite afraid.
It was human nature to be afraid. If he was really a young master who lived in a greenhouse, it was very likely that he would not dare to fight again because of something like this once or twice. But on the battlefield, there was an antidote to this fear.
When he saw the Huaxia soldiers fighting with their lives on the battlefield, when he saw these brave people struggling in pain, or when he saw the cold corpses that sacrificed themselves on the battlefield, no matter how much fear he had, he would be suppressed in the bottom of his heart. In such a battle, almost everyone was moving forward, so he did not dare to retreat.
The knife wound on his companion, Liu Yuan, was not fatal, but it was impossible for him to recover in a short time. After the first round of emergency treatment, they made a simple stretcher, and two companions carried him away. Ning Ji picked up the dead Hai Dongqing and carried it, saying, "Chicken dinner tonight." Then he also showed off, "We have fought with the Jurchen scouts for so long, but Hai Dongqing has only killed a few of them, right?"
When fighting with the big bird, he also suffered some scratches on his body, and one of them was even on his face. But compared to the situation of people dying on the battlefield, these were small scratches. Ning Ji casually smeared some medicine on it, not caring much.
"I heard that the blood of the eagle is very nourishing, right?"
"It's like chicken blood, right? It has been dead for a while, who wants to drink it? "
No one said they wanted it, and Ning Ji did not intend to drink it. At this time, the morning sunlight had penetrated the fog and sprinkled down from the forest, and the air was moist. Ning Ji and Zheng Qiming chatted as they walked.
"Uncle Zheng, my father said that there are always some people in this world who are real geniuses. The grandfather of the Liu family was said to be the world's number one Great Grandmaster in Saber Taoism, and he is very picky. You were accepted as his disciple, so you are such a genius, right? "
"In terms of talent in Saber Taoism, us brothers are not bad, but the most talented one should be your Eighth Uncle Qian. Your Aunt Gua is also very powerful, and when it comes to martial arts, none of us can compare with her or Chen Fan. "
"Well, then … Uncle Zheng, what do you think of me? I recently feel that I should be a genius like him. You see, instead of being a military doctor, I think it is better for me to be a scout. It's a pity that I promised my father before … "
"Ning Ji …"
"Hmm?"
"Only those who can survive are the real geniuses."
"… Yes, but Uncle Zheng …"
"Go on."
"They have to win the entire battle before they can survive."
Ning Ji was at the age of hot-blooded and naive, and some of his words might be called child's talk, but in any case, it was hard for Zheng Qiming to refute.
He looked at the young man walking beside him. The battlefield was full of danger and ever-changing. Even as they talked and moved forward, Ning Ji's figure always maintained a vigilant and hidden posture, ready to dodge or explode at any time. The battlefield was the Shuraba, but it was also a place to hone a Grandmaster. A martial artist could cultivate for half of his life and fight with his opponent at any time, but very few people could maintain natural vigilance every day and every hour, but Ning Ji quickly entered this state.
In this case, a few months of training could surpass years of practice and understanding.
As the group moved forward, whispers occasionally sounded.
"Hey, where do you think the decisive battle will take place?"
"The General Staff is looking for a good opportunity …"
"I heard that the main reason is that Wanyan Zonghan has not officially appeared."
"Saba is his best dog. It's on the road from Yu Yu River. At first, it was Dalai, but later on, didn't they say that they saw Zonghan on the second day of the first month? Then, it was Saba who led the army. I think Zonghan is there."
"Zonghan has been fighting for his whole life. How can he not know that what is fake is real, and what is real is fake? If he says he's there, he's probably not there. "
"Hehe, you uncouth man even know the art of war. I think Zonghan probably guessed that's what you're thinking …"
"So we're not guarding Zizhou this time because we want to kill Zonghan directly?"
"No wonder Zonghan hasn't shown up yet …"
"Hey, hey, hey, I remember … The night school and the mobilization meeting said that our best skill is subjective initiative. They said that our people know where to go even if they're scattered, while the other side is confused without a leader. In the past … for example, when we killed Wanyan Loushi, they fought first, and when everyone ran around, our chance came. Isn't that the case this time … "
"Then where do you think we should go after we're scattered?"
"… To kill Zonghan."
"Because of this, Zonghan hasn't come out since the second day of the first month. Who should we kill now?"
"His son, Xie Bao."
"Why not kill Ba Li Su? For example, Xie Bao is more difficult to kill now, but Ba Li Su is easier to kill. The General Staff has decided to kill Ba Li Su, and you kill Xie Bao. This subjective initiative is useless …"
"Yao Shubin, you're just arguing …"
"Mr. Ning is right, contrarian …"
"Taking advantage of others …"
"Hahahaha …"
"No, let's discuss it. What if we're really scattered? Ning Ji, why don't you be the judge … "
"I … I don't know either … but it should be different this time."
"Alright, I think this time …"
"Shh —"
"…"
"…"
"Take cover …"
In the faint morning light, the companion who was scouting the way at the front made a gesture from afar. The people in the team each made their own moves.
"…"
"What's going on …"
"Look, someone …"
"Golden dog …"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"… Yao Shubin, you jinx."
…
…
"… Damn it."
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