: Qi Feng (4)

Xuanjiatun is a village in the north of Gyeongju, at the junction with the security forces. It is now almost abandoned.
When Luoye and others arrived, the time was near dusk and the autumn rain was not resting. The abandoned village under the gray-black sky seems to be like a ghost. In fact, this road has never been hit with the Jurchen army, and they have some preparations in their hearts. The lost Black Flag Army unit did not come here, it is likely to go southwest.
They rushed.
The rain of this day, the spirit of everyone is a little wilting, a few captured Jurchen war horses seem to be more embarrassing, began to diarrhea, has been unable to run. Then you can only find a place to spend the night nearby.
Due to careful consideration, the pedestrians concealed the trails and first sent out the scouts to the past in the abandoned village of Xuanjiatun. In the past, they discovered that there were still a few families living in Xuanjiatun.
In the villages that seem to have passed through a lot of chaotic situations and ruined, there are six or seven households, and more than a dozen people, all of whom are old and poor. When more than 20 people of the Black Flag Army appeared at the entrance of the village, they first saw that one of their old men turned and wanted to run, but walked a few steps in trepidation, and turned back, looking at them with horror and confusion. Luoye first came forward: "Don't be afraid of Laozhang, we are the people of Huaxia Army, Huaxia Army, Zhuji knows that there should be such a big car coming over and selling things. Does anyone inform you that Jurchens have come? We come to resist the Jurchen, to protect you."
After he said it, the local soldiers were retelled in the past. Someone in the broken village came out and saw them, causing a small disturbance.
Soon after the small riots, the situation finally subsided. The dozens of old and weak people in the village lived in a very difficult life here. It seems that there are no future generations in the family, and they have no ability to move to other places. It’s hard to be here, and it’s not too much to say that it’s a long delay. Seeing the first reaction of Luoye and others, they wanted to escape. But at such a distance, escape was useless. They chose a young and thin old man who seemed to have seen some worlds to come and negotiate.
Luoye expressed goodwill. After roughly explaining the situation, more than 20 people found several houses that could cover the rain, and they set fires in them. They killed two horses outside the house, and assigned two other horses that were already ineffective to the villagers, and then made some dry food. The old man in the village accepted it with sincerity and fear, and then became friendly.
The thin old man told them about the situation here. In fact, even if he didn't say it, Luoye, Quqing and others could guess it.
Since the beginning of last year, the Xixia people in the south have launched a massacre of this place, first on a large scale, and later became the killing and friction of small shares, and hundreds of thousands of people died during this time. After the black flag army defeated the Xixia army, the non-residence area continued to be chaotic for some time. The escaped Xixia defeated troops brought the first wave of military disasters, then the suffering, then the famine, the famine, and the more intense Suffering. Such a year has passed, and the growth and order of the land that has been maintained on this land for decades has been completely broken.
Xuanjiatun is too far away from the city. The people who originally lived here are dead and dead. This place is not suitable for living. More than ten people are old because of their age. It is difficult to choose to leave after they survive. They have planted some fields and wheat in the vicinity. They have recently harvested in the autumn, but there are several times when the mountains come over and the food is almost robbed. Grain, this winter, they can only be based on the bark of wild vegetables, or they are killed by death.
How many horses and dry foods that Luoye and others gave them can fill their stomachs for a while.
The old man was thin and thin, and his mouth was unclear. In the end, it was just a thousand thanks. Luoye and others heard the bitterness and asked about their future plans. Then they told them about the Jurchen’s arrival, and talked about Xiao Canghe, talking about Yanzhou, Gyeongju and other places or having porridge. The old man is still amazed that they have been in this place for too long, afraid of the outside world, and do not know how to survive in another place.
After the negotiations, the old man went back, and then brought another person to come over and gave Luoye and others some dry firewood, a pot that could boil hot water, and some wild vegetables. It was a woman who came with the old man. She was thin and thin, and she didn’t look good. She was dumb and couldn’t speak, and her feet were awkward. This is the daughter of the old man, named Xuan Man Niang, the only one in the village.
Young people.
He asked the dumb woman to do some rough work for everyone, and when she looked at the crowd, she stopped talking, but she did not say anything.
They killed the horse and cooked the meat. After eating it, more than 20 people spent a night here. Zhuo Yongqing has been drenched for two or three days of rain. He has been trained in high strength in Xiao Canghe. There may be nothing on weekdays. At this time, due to chest injury, he finally felt dizzy when he got up the next day. He braced up and listened to Qu Qing and others to discuss and then pursue the southeast direction.
At this point, the rain outside the window finally stopped. All the talents had to leave, and suddenly they heard the screams coming from the other side of the village. When they listened carefully, they knew that someone had come and had entered the village.
Outside the door, Qu Qing, Luo Ye, Hou Wu and others each made several gestures, and more than 20 people silently took up the weapons. Zhuo Yongqing gritted his teeth and pulled the shackle out of the door. The dumb niece ran from the front and pointed to the crowd. Luo Yi erected a finger to the other side, then waved his hand and called the team. In the past, Qu Qing also waved his hand and took Zhuo Yongqing and others to walk along the corner of the house to the other side.
The sound of the village in front is still chaotic. Some people opened the door, there was a scream of the old man, and they pleaded. Some people shouted: "I don’t recognize us. We are the righteous person of Luofeng Mountain. come out"
Someone shouted: "Where the grain is coming out, where are you hiding the grain?"
"Smashing their nest, people are driving out"
"Old things"
The mountains came from the north, and Luoye and others followed the corner all the way, and made a gesture between the people of Quqing and Hou Wu in the gap between the old and the earthen houses.
About sixty people.
There are horses.
The shouts outside are still going on: "Give me all out"
"What is this"
"There are two horses, how can you have a horse?"
Hands-on, kill them.
The black flag soldier behind the wall raised the bow, Zhuo Yongqing wiped his nose, and Mao Yishan shook his hands and feet, and someone buckled the spring.
Brushing a few times, in different parts of the village, someone fell down, Luoye holding a knife and a shield, suddenly rushed out, shouting, screams, collisions more intense, people in different parts of the village rushed out, three five The human battle has fiercely entered the formation of the mountains.
"someone"
"Save"
"Be careful"
"dead"
Luoye’s shield slammed into the crowd, and the sword swayed and squatted, and the chest of the mountain with the armor was smashed open. Countless pieces flew, and the rear spears pushed up, and several mountain thorns were stabbed. Back, when the spears were pulled out, blood was brought on their chests, and then they jerked in and pulled out.
"Who are you, I am Luofengshan Yishi, you"
Zhuo Yongqing rose to his full strength, and a high-sounding shouting scorpion leader, who still had some martial arts, retreated with a long knife. The leader only resisted Zhuo Yongqing’s slashing moment. Next to Mao Yishan, he had already cooked several mountain ridges. He walked over with a long knife that was blood-stained. The leader looked forward with a sigh of relief:
You don’t think Laozi is afraid of you. "The knife is turning, the long knife is waving like a splash of wind, the hairy mountain shield is lifted up, and only the knives are slashed by the head while walking. Mao Yishan is getting faster and faster, approaching After a knife smashed into the other's stomach, the shield opened the other side and then smashed it. After three consecutive smashes, the man slammed into the pool of blood.
The battle soon ended. The mountain into the village escaped more than 20 people in Cangjie. The rest were mostly cut down in the pool by the black-flagged soldiers. Some of them were not dead. The village was slashed by an opponent, the black flag army. On one side, there were basically no casualties. Only Zhuo Yongqing, when Luo Ye and Qu Qing began to clean up the battlefield, he stumbled to the ground and retched. After a while, he fainted.
Zhuo Yongqing was not injured in this battle, but the bone injury of the chest lasted for two days. Coupled with the influence of the cold, at the time of the force after the battle, the injury finally broke out.
In the confused and residual consciousness in the mind, the squad leader Mao Yishan said something to him. It is still fighting ahead. People can no longer bring him. I hope he will recover from it here. When the consciousness is awake, the ugly squatting dumb woman
He was feeding him herbs at the bedside. The herbs were extremely bitter, but after drinking, the chest was slightly warmed up, and the time was already afternoon.
Zhuo Yongqing's spirit relaxed a little. Although he was known as a native of Yanzhou, he knew what it was called folk customs, but it was his first battlefield. As the companions continued to kill and saw so many people's death, the impact on him was still great, but no one was abnormal. He could only suppress the complex emotions in his heart.
Instead, it was relaxed at this time. When you close your eyes, you can see the scene. There are many companions who have been training with him for more than a year. In the first face, they died under the enemy's knife. The possibility of these companions and friends for decades has been condensed for a moment and suddenly ended. The faintness in his heart is actually scared. There may be many things going on in his life, but on the battlefield, these things will disappear at any moment.
This emotion is with him. In the room, the dumb-legged dumb woman sat at the door and accompanied him. In the evening, she went to pick up the medicine and fed him, then fed him a bowl of porridge.
When the sky is going to be exhausted, the father of the dumb woman, the old man who is thin and thin, also came, and greeted a few words. He has been more calm than before, but there are always words that don’t seem to be very good. Zhuo Yongqing’s heart is faintly aware of the other’s thoughts, not to say broken. In such a place, these old people may have no hope. His daughter is dumb, his legs are not good-looking, and there is no way to leave. The old man may hope that Zhuo Yongqing can leave with his daughter in many poor places. Not surprising.
The old man did not speak, and Zhuo Yongqing certainly did not answer. Although he was only a civilian in Yanzhou, his family’s life was acceptable, especially after entering the Huaxia Army, and he was not able to eat and wear in the Xiao Canghe Valley. It can be worthy of the daughters of some big families in the northwest. Zhuo Yongqing’s home is already in Luo. Although he doesn’t have much fantasies about his future wife, he will not have much love for his squatting dumb.
His physical condition is good, but the bone injury is accompanied by the cold, and on the second day he can only lie on the bed to rest. On the third day, he still didn't have much strength on his body, but he felt that the injury was still going to be better. At about noon, he suddenly heard the sound coming from outside, and then there were more and more screams. When Zhuo Yongqing came down from the bed and tried to stand up and want to take the knife, his body was still weak.
The dumb woman rushed in from the door.
She didn't gesticulate. In the mouth, "Abaaba" said a few times, then she came to help Zhuo Yongqing to go. Zhuo Yongqing struggled to take his own knife and shield armor. The dumb woman shook her head desperately, but finally In the past, I picked up these things and came to Fuzhuo Yongqing.
At this time, Zhuo Yongqing was weak, and half of his body was pressed against the other side. Fortunately, although the dumb woman was thin and thin, she was extremely tough and could hold him. The two stumbled out of the door, Zhuo Yongqing was sinking in his heart, and the sound of the Jurchen was faintly heard from the shouting sounds that came from far away.
The two passed through several broken houses and went to the dilapidated ancestral hall of the village not far away. They stumbled into a small room next to the ancestral hall. The dumb woman let him go and tried to push a stone in the corner, but see the bottom. It is a dark hole. The dumb woman came to help him, and a figure obscured the light of the door.
Zhuo Yongqing was subconsciously trying to catch a knife. He couldn’t catch it. Someone kicked him. He was wearing a single coat at this time, without armor, so the other party did not kill him in the first time. Zhuo Yongqing’s head slammed into the corner of the head and squeaked. He tried to turn over and the dumb woman had already been knocked over to the ground. The Jurchen soldier at the door had shouted.
Business 82. We are also picked up and the sergeant has a gaze. Dragging him all the way, Zhuo Yongqing tried to resist, and then more beatings.
In the middle of the village, the old man was arrested one by one. When Zhuo Yongqing was kicked all the way to the side, his face was dressed up with blood. This is a Jurchen squad of about ten people. It may also be separated from the brigade. They spoke loudly. Some people took the Jurchen Warrior who stayed here with the Black Flag Army. The Jurchen was furious and slashed an old man. On the ground, someone came over and punched the face of Zhuo Yongqing who barely stood.
They fell in love
Ground, the teeth are gone. But a little bit of pain is nothing to Zhuo Yongqing. It is strange to say that he thought of the battlefield before, but he was still scared, but at this moment, he knew that he could not live, but he was not so fearful. Zhuo Yongqing struggled to climb to the weapon that was put aside by the Jurchen. The Jurchen saw it and kicked him.
Zhuo Yongqing continued to climb. In the vicinity, the dumb woman "Abaaba" was struggling. It seemed that she wanted to plead with Zhuo Yongqing. Zhuo Yongqing looked at the corner of his eyes. He still reached out to the weapon. What a woman said, and then pulled a slender knife from her body and slammed it to the ground. Zhuo Yongqing screamed, and the knife plunged from the back of his left hand and plunged into the ground, nailing Zhuo Yongqing’s left hand there.
In the scream of Zhuo Yongqing, the surrounding Jurchen laughed. At this time, Zhuo Yongqing's body was weak. He extended his right hand to get the handle, but he couldn't pull it out. Some Jurchens looked at him. Someone waved the whip and took a whip behind him. The dumb girl was also knocked over to the ground. The Jurchen stepped on the dumb girl and said something to Zhuo Yongqing. It seems that this dumb woman is Zhuo Yongqing’s person, and some people have tore open the dumb woman’s clothes. .
Among the old people in the rear, the father of the dumb woman rushed out, ran out of two steps, and squatted on the ground before asking for love. A Jurchen smashed the past and the old man fell to the ground. Zhuo Yongqing’s
ah
shouted, and the nearby Jurchens tore off the dumb girl’s shirt, revealing the dry and thin upper body. The Jurchen people talked a few words, quite disgusting, they will be dumb Dragged to Zhuo Yongqing, the Jurchen who stepped on the dumb woman held the long knife in both hands and stabbed it toward the matt vest.
"Abaaba"
Zhuo Yongqing looked at the blood from the mouth of the dumb woman, and the subtle light in her eyes slowly disappeared. Zhuo Yongqing tried hard to pull out the knife that pinned his left hand, but still had no power. The Jurchen smiled and began to kill other people. Someone kicked a foot on Zhuo Yongqing's body. Then he slammed his whip and the atmosphere filled. Zhuo Yongqing heard a strange "bashing" sound. .
Some Jurchens fell.
Then there was the voice of chaos, someone rushed over, and the blade of the war suddenly attacked. Zhuo Yongqing only insisted on pulling the knife. I don’t know when, some people rushed over, brushed the knife and pulled it up. In the ping-pong knives around, he stabbed the blade into the chest of a Jurchen soldier. .
"Zhuo Yongqing, Zhuo Yongqing"
It was a vague shout, and Zhuo Yong stood up. In the nearby vision, the old people in the village had fallen, and the Jurchens gradually fell. Returning are the teams of Qu Qing, Luo Ye, Hou Wu, Mao Yishan, etc. They killed and killed these Jurchens in the fight, and Zhuo Yongqing’s right hand grabbed a long knife and wanted to cut it. However, there are no people he can cut.
He sat down on the ground, in front of the body of the dumb woman who was humiliated and died. Luoye and others searched the whole village and came back. Mao Yishan came to Zhuo Yongqing to make a bandage. He said something in the mouth. The outside world war was completely confused. They went south and saw the Jurchen striker. Hurriedly heading north, during the time they left the team, the main force of the Black Flag Army and the diverticulum had another big fire, it is said that many casualties.
Soon after, the Jurchens may come here. They thought that Xuanjia’s direction might be a Jurchen transfer option.
The power of small stocks is difficult to fight against the Jurchen army. Luoye and others are negotiating to move quickly, or waiting to join the brigade somewhere. They can actually join the brigade on the way, but Luoye and Quqing are extremely Take the initiative, they feel that it is always good to be in front of the Jurchen. At this point of discussion for a while, it may still have to go north as far as possible. In the discussion, Zhuo Yongqing, who is tied with a bandage and seems to be dying, suddenly opened his mouth and said in a hoarse tone: "There is a place."
Soon after, Zhuo Yongqing took them and went to the small broken room next to the ancestral hall to see the dark hole.
This is the place where the old people in Xuanjiatun village secretly hide food. After being discovered, the Jurchens actually went in and moved things out, only the poor bags of food. The following places are not small, and the entrance is extremely concealed. Soon after, a group of people gathered together. Looking at the dark mouth, it is hard to think clearly. What can be done here?
In the evening, more than 20 people
They all entered the hole, and Luoye and others pretended to be on the scene outside, and the waste village was tried to be killed as much as possible. The survivors all left, and some people were "dead" in the north. On the road.
This will not be useful, can you touch the fish, just look at luck. If there is a small female team passing by, and if they wait for an ambush in the chaos, it will add a force to the team. They wanted to let Zhuo Yongqing take it to the nearby barren hills, but they eventually brought in people because of Zhuo Yongqing’s refusal.
"If there are many people coming, we are discovered, but we are caught in the middle of it."
"Looking at the outside, it is still quite hidden after being closed."
The Jurchens have not yet come, and the people have not closed the mouth, but as the sky is gradually dimmed, the entire cellar is dark. Occasionally someone talks softly. Zhuo Yongqing sat in the corner of the cave. The squad leader Mao Yishan asked a few words about his situation nearby. Zhuo Yongqing only uttered a weak voice, saying that he was still dead.
Everyone has only hoped for this. He is hurt all over the body. It is a great fortune not to die directly. There was some rancid smell in the hole in the hole, and Zhuo Yongqing sat there, always circling the death of the people in the village, the death of the dumb woman.
The woman is not beautiful, dumb and awkward. She was born in such a home, and probably has never encountered any good things in her life. When I came to an outsider, her father hoped that the outsider could take her out, not to wait here to die, but eventually did not speak. What did she think in her heart? She had this hope in her heart. Such a life until she was finally killed in front of him, may not have encountered a good thing.
He only thought about it in his heart. There were gradually Jurchen people coming outside. They quietly closed the cellar and the footsteps rumbling. Zhuo Yongqing recalled the name of the dumb girl. It was remembered for a long time. It seems to be called Xuan Manni, and she remembered her death. The look of time. At that time, he was still beaten, his left hand was pierced by a knife, and he was still bleeding, but in retrospect, there was no pain at all.
Mao Yishan sat in the darkness. At some point, he listened to Zhuo Yongqing’s weak opening:
The squad leader

"Well~EbookFREE.me~ I think," said Zhuo Yongqing. "I want to kill."
"Yeah." Mao Yishan nodded. He did not regard this sentence as a matter of much. On the battlefield, whoever does not want to kill, Mao Yishan is not a delicate person, let alone Zhuo Yongqing hurts like this, I am afraid it is only Simple feelings.
In the dark, nothing can be seen clearly.
In the darkness, Zhuo Yongqing sat there, his body was hurt, the blood of his left hand had been infiltrated with bandages, and it has not stopped completely until now. His back is scarred by the whip of the Jurchen, and the skin is fleshy and the corners of his eyes. It was broken, it was already swollen, the teeth in the mouth were knocked out a few times, and the lips were cracked. But it was such a violent injury. He sat there, his mouth was full of blood, and his only right hand was holding the handle tightly.
He seems to be getting better, his body is hot, and his last strength is condensing and gathering on his hands and knife. This is his first combat experience. He also killed a person under Yanzhou City, but until now, he has no real and urgent desire to take away someone’s life. Never before, until this time.
On the cellar, the Jurchen’s movement was ringing. Zhuo Yongqing did not think about his own injuries. He only knew that if there was a last minute and the last bit of effort, he only wanted to take the knife out to these people.
I want to kill.
This evening, they opened the lid of the cellar, and turned into the figure of countless Jurchens in front, killing them and going in.