Old Yang had already tied up the rattan armor.
Standing at the bow of the ship, the river fog was cold from his nostrils to his lungs.
He stared at the vast white fog.
It was as if he was staring at a nightmare of a beast that was about to rush out.
"Your right leg is shaking." Monkey grimaced in his ear and mocked in a low voice, "What's the matter?
Your head has been tied to your belt for so many years.
Do you still know how to be afraid? "
"Pa."
A whip hit Monkey's face, and Monkey was hit until his entire body leaned back.
The commander in charge of the battle was particularly strict tonight. He was not soft-hearted to the veterans who had contributed the most.
He shouted sternly, "In front of the military formation,
And half a sentence of gossip,
Immediately behead without mercy! "
When the veterans saw that even Monkey was beaten, they did not dare to make a sound.
They knew that the situation this time was different.
Old Yang's right leg shook even more violently.
Among these veterans, he was the one who was assigned the most unlucky job because he did not pay much filial piety.
Every time he went to deal with the thieves,
Seven out of ten times, his name would be called.
He was also the luckiest one. He ran quickly and came back unscathed every time. Sometimes, he could even bring back a few "thief" ears as battle achievements.
After such a long time, he also changed from a country boy to a so-called "elite."
But..,
He knew. The short-haired ghost on the opposite side was different.
Those who fought with him were so thin and hungry that they could not even hold a knife.
The "thief" who was purely a farmer holding a few wooden sticks was different.
He once had the experience of fighting with the short-haired ghost.
Although those people also looked like farmers..,
Their skillful movements..,
Were killing moves. Although they were a little tattered..,
They were real family swords and spears. They were dark and not strong.
However, they were not as thin and weak as most men in this era. They were well-fed. They were not fierce, but their eyes were clear and sharp. They were well-trained in a formation. It was as if they could gather and disperse at the command of someone.
Most importantly, these people obviously knew what they were doing. They were not like the imperial soldiers who only wanted to survive on the battlefield. When they saw that something was wrong, they even dared to step on their colleagues and escape. When their comrade died in battle, they would immediately take the place of the next one. It was as if they didn't know what "retreat" was.
They were not country bumpkins who would become 'bandits' in the imperial court's mouth just for a mouthful of food.
Their commanding officer charged at the front and shouted slogans on the battlefield, persuading the soldiers to surrender and not kill them. Even if they were captured, they would either commit suicide or be tortured to death without revealing any information about their internal affairs.
Old Yang had only fought with the short-haired ghost a few times, and each time, the imperial army would be routed.
Sometimes, he would think, how could soldiers like them not be defeated when they met someone like the short-haired ghost?
They were called 'short-haired thieves', but they were also called 'ghosts'. Wherever the short-haired thieves went, the elders and elders would bring food and provisions to meet them from afar at the city gate.
Although they were called the imperial army, when they heard the word 'official', the commoners were terrified of them and hurriedly avoided them.
He was even 'saved' by the short-haired ghost a few times. When he escaped, the military governor wanted to kill him. In the end, the short-haired ghost killed the military governor.
Sometimes, Old Yang thought that if he hadn't been captured back then and the short-haired ghosts had already fought their way to Xiang Tan, then he might have happily joined those short-haired ghosts. Then, he would also be called the "Revolutionary Army".
There were already faint figures in the fog.
It was said that the commanding officer, whose surname was Wang, ordered people to hold swords and spears against their waists. He said sternly, "We have trained you for a thousand days. We have given you good food and drinks. We even gave you clothes to resist the cold. We have provided you with so many excellent armors. It is time for you to be loyal to the Holy Emperor and the imperial court!"
Then, he ordered people to cut the ropes and pushed the boats full of Old Yang and the other 'elites' into the river.
"Navy, keep up!"
"Even if we have to die, we must die on the shore. We must not let the short-haired ghost cross the river!"
The archers stood by the river with arrows in their hands. They were not looking at the short-haired ghost, but at the 'deserters' who dared to secretly jump into the water or turn the boats around.
Those figures were still blurry, and the orders were still being given.
In front of Old Yang's eyes was a piece of dark night and hazy fog. He could no longer listen to those words. As the water pushed the boats, those voices gradually faded away.
He only thought to the figures in the fog that were getting closer and closer. He admired these people for being good men. If you die in my hands, I will burn incense for you for a lifetime.
But I am a good-for-nothing. My woman is also gone. If I die, you won't burn incense for me. No one will burn incense for me.
Therefore, you can die in my hands. It is worth it.
Close quarters combat.
Their gazes also met.
Old Yang's clothes were many times better than the short-haired ghost's.
Their boats were much sturdier than the short-haired ghost's boat.
The boat was sturdy and sharp. Fear, fear, and confusion.
The boat was firm, fearless, and clear.
Two kinds of eyes, two kinds of faces.
As a result, Old Yang knew that this was another rout without any surprise.
Monkey was able to survive in the battlefield for a long time. In the chaotic battle, Monkey was still able to speak in Old Yang's ears.
"I saw it … the archers have all retreated!"
He took a deep breath and said, "Hehe, we, we will jump down and swim back! When we reach the shore, we will surrender to the short-haired ghost! Save, save our lives! "
Old Yang secretly glanced at the soldiers. The soldiers had already started to disperse and fight for themselves. The commander himself had already slipped away from the ship and no one knew where he had gone. And there were no reinforcements following him.
An official's boat was surrounded by four or five short-haired ghost's boats.
And the short-haired ghost was brave and fierce enough to fight against the cowardly soldiers. It was said that these short-haired ghosts were only good at fighting on land, but unexpectedly, they were also very brave in the water.
How were they going to fight this battle?
Since the soldiers on the shore had all retreated, the imperial court must have seen that they could not win, so they abandoned them and ran away first.
In the past, when there were bandits, it was common for the commander to run in front of the soldiers.
So be it. As usual, it was a good thing to stay alive. As Old Yang thought so, he responded to Monkey with his mouth and narrowly avoided a blow.
The two of them threw away their cotton-padded clothes and dove straight into the water.
The river water in the winter night was bone-chilling. Even if it was calm, it was still bone-chilling.
When Old Yang and the others swam to a remote beach with weeds, they quietly went ashore. Their bodies were shivering and they only wanted to find a hole to make a fire to warm themselves up.
They thought of an excuse to say that they came back to report …
A ready-made fire was here.
In the distance, the place where the tents used to be was ablaze. Shouts and battle cries shook the sky.
Monkey sneaked out to take a look and shivered. It was cold and scared.
"The short-haired ghost, the short-haired ghost has come ashore … we are finished, finished, finished. The tents have been occupied, and the original fortifications have been burned down … "
Small boats docked by the shore. Gradually, they formed a line that could not be seen. The river bank was densely packed with short-haired bandits.
The short-haired ghost and the brave elites had come ashore. And the short-haired ghost on the shore was twice as scary as them in the water.
While shivering, Monkey's eyes gradually lit up. He grabbed Old Yang's arm and said, "We are finished, we are fine! Take this opportunity, no one knows that we are back … we will sneak out … and go home to marry a wife! "
Old Yang was on tenterhooks the whole night and did not have a moment of rest. He was drowsily nestled in the grass and listened to Monkey talking and the insects chirping, but he did not hear the latter half of Monkey's sentence. "Then? Go home to marry … "He turned his head and saw Monkey's round eyes. Monkey's eyes were about to split open, and a long sword pierced through his chest.
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