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Wu Jing is a typical Jin countryman. He grew up in the lower palace since childhood.

The life in the township is hard but warm. In addition to the busy farming season, men are also obliged to go hunting in the mountains in November. When they hunt the best fox fur, they have to give it to the nobles to make leather jackets. Deer and sheep must be dedicated to the lord.

Of course, the lord of the Zhao clan is not stingy. Not only does Yuantian give them large acres, the tax is also low, and there are occasional feasts and food from Xiangshe, so the Wujing family is living a good life, at least they can eat and eat. In his family, there are Kun's father and brothers, as well as aunts and sisters, all of them are grateful to the Zhao family, saying that they are fortunate to be the people of the Zhao family. Unlike the distant relatives under the control of other ministers, they are busy all year round, but in winter they have no clothes or brown, and they can't even get a piece of meat offered to their ancestors during the sacrificial sacrificial...

So before the age of 21, Wu Jing's life was half a year of hard work and half a year of leisure. He could lie under a tree with lush leaves after a busy farming season, beside a pond that was yellowing in the sun, and sleep peacefully with his eyes closed in the shade.

The warmth of the sun, the scent of poppy flowers, the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves, the rustling of ants crawling across the ground, the companions looking for his call, Wu Jing's life before enlisting in the army was like this. But after Fu Ji enlisted in the army and joined Zhao Wuxi's subordinates, life was no longer so peaceful, but bumped in the wind and waves. He has been tested, humiliated, and honored, and he has witnessed spectacles, riches and food that he had never imagined before.

Of course, more, blood and fire!

When I opened my eyes, everything in the past was long gone. Wu Jing was wrapped in a blanket and curled up on the head of the cold Xiaoyi City. Darkness enveloped this lonely city. The ground was full of dark people. The corpses that were cleaned up were still soldiers who lay down very tired.

The light of the whole world is only left with the torches of the sentries and the ten thousand fireflies outside the city...

No, it's not fireflies, but countless enemy camps...

...

Wu Jing completely woke up from his dream, yes, they were defending against the enemy in Taigu, in case they quickly approached the pass. He succeeded, and after paying two hundred dead and wounded, he battered an enemy army twice his size and drove them off the city walls.

He couldn't sleep, so he got up wearing his outer clothes and patrolled the city.

After a hard day of fighting, everyone felt sleepy. Many soldiers had already started to fall asleep with their backs against the parapet. At the top of the icy wall, they were curled up with weapons in their arms. These honest soldiers forgot all their troubles and slowly. into dreamland. Some people sobbed like a child in their dreams, while others smiled brightly, just like Wu Jing before.

What are the people here for? Zhao Bing is habitually obedient to military discipline and attaches great importance to honor, while Shangdang Han Bing is to let their gentleman Han Hu successfully retreat to the west of Taihang with his family. It is said that the Fan clan and the remnants of the Bank of China in the enemy army outside the city absorbed a large number of rogues and villains, and the military discipline was not very good.

"what!"

A scream suddenly sounded from the city head, without any sign, at first Wu Jing thought that someone had a nightmare and screamed, but the sound of fighting made him realize that something was wrong!

Dozens of enemy troops have already climbed to the top of the city and are fighting to the death with Zhao Bing, while Wu Jing is looking out of the city with a faint light.

The next moment, a rain of arrows and arrows filled the sky, swallowing the clouds and devouring the moon, shooting over many guards at the head of the city. Wu Jing also almost died. A long arrow with full strength swiped against his cheek, and blood was splattered down. Wu Jing felt a burning pain on his face.

But he didn't care about the injury, and shouted to organize people to counterattack. A sporadic rain of arrows floated down from the city head and plunged into the enemy's formation, but only a few screams were caused, and most of them were blocked by the skin shield. down.

"Ta, ta..." A series of voices sounded, and countless ladders reached the city wall, and then someone climbed up, was stabbed to death by Wu Jing with a spear, and pushed down together with the ladder.

Under the city, under the cover of bows and arrows, the enemy troops began to attack the city wall. Not far away, a group of enemy troops began to mercilessly slammed into the city gates and walls, holding the felled trees.

The attack during the day is still a test, and the real general attack has just begun!

The guards are less than a thousand people, and even the walls are dissatisfied, how can they withstand such a three-sided assault of ten thousand people? Soon, the more blooming enemy troops attacked the city head, and the defenders who lost the protection of the city wall could only fight to the death. Only by killing the enemy who rushed to the city wall could they have a chance to defend.

More Zhao soldiers died, and the blood of the robes on the ground stirred the blood of the living. These gradually cold corpses on the ground were brothers who were eating in a cauldron. They were recruited into the army together, and gathered under the banner of the black bird to train hard. Was dubbed the title of "Martial Soldier", after several wars.

They did not die in Dayezawa, did not die in Mengzhu, did not die in Muye, did not die in Fan, Gong, but died in this small Taigu city? Their eyes were full of unwillingness, watching the brother-in-law Pao Ze fall forever on this piece of land that did not belong to the Zhao family, and the military veterans in the city roared angrily.

"Mysterious Bird of Destiny!"

...

This familiar voice brought back too many memories of Zhao Jun's soldiers, everyone was stunned for a moment, and more people responded with trembling voices.

"Mysterious Bird of Destiny!"

They shouted the familiar battle slogan again, and even led Han Bing to join the call sign team, as if only in this way could they vent their grief and anger. More and more guards rushed to the wall covered in flesh and blood without fear of death. They needed revenge and needed to drive the enemy away.

The city head screamed incessantly, and the seemingly unstoppable offensive of the enemy army was actually forced to retreat twice...

It's a pity... after killing one batch and another, there are too many enemy troops, and Zhiyao outside the city is also ruthless, regardless of casualties, just to win this tough town, once they get discouraged, they attack and take it. The party's great victory is bound to stagnate. At this time, we must not back down!

Wu Jing also joined the battle. He slanted his spear and opened a stabbing sword. The tip of the spear pierced the enemy's body, killing all the enemies in front of him, and continued to lead people to help another place. .

But this is only a drop in the bucket, there are too many gaps, and it can't be blocked at all. The third and fourth attacks started almost without a gap. Under the military order of "Whoever shrinks before the battle will be killed without amnesty", the enemy troops rushed towards the head of the city without life. Soon, the east city wall was lost, and a large hole was smashed into the west city wall, and the enemy troops swarmed in.

Fighting alone for a day and a night, the guards at the head of the city were hit hard. Tired from a long battle, they were divided into small battle groups and suffered merciless slaughter.

Fear spread quickly like a plague, and the shadow of failure suddenly pressed down on the original incomparably strong guards, destroying their will.

The soldiers who had no mortal belief saw that the situation was over and chose to surrender. Only a few dozen people who were determined to die fought and retreated, retreating to the position of the Zhao family's banner. There was a wall to cover the place, and the corridor was very narrow. One person was guarding it, and ten people could not enter.

They fought **** here, turning it into a mill of flesh and blood, until the sky was white with fish belly, and the entire small town fell, only the small island next to the Zhao family's Xuanbird banner, and only a dozen people left... …

Zhibing also killed and injured nearly a hundred people in order to rush to the Zhao family's banner. In such a narrow place, the number of people is no longer the decisive factor.

But in the end, the people who took their lives came. With the advancement of Zhishi's elite soldiers, Zhao Bing, who was struggling, was brought down one after another, and a warrior with a short sword stepped on a pool of blood and corpses and came to Wu Jing, who was covered in injuries. , looked at him with a trace of respect in his eyes.

Out of this respect, he gave his name and gave two options.

"I am Yu Rang, a minister of the Zhi clan."

"Are you going down or dying?"

...

Wu Jing gasped heavily, holding on to the flagpole beside him. He fought hard last night, and he experienced death threats again and again, and he was seriously injured in more than one place. He felt that his whole body was shaking, the wound was bleeding non-stop, and his heart was beating non-stop. He seemed to have lost touch in many parts, and his fingertips were numb.

I am afraid that I will never be able to touch the hard and leisurely life in town again.

How nostalgic, the chirping of insects and cicadas in the summer, the excitement of the wax festival, the spicy sake he tasted at the first village shooting ceremony, the plump peasant girl that he saw with his buddies bending over during the wheat harvesting season. buttocks...

Everything has become a dream, a bubble.

But he didn't regret joining the army at all, and he didn't regret being a servant of the Zhao clan's gentleman.

Wu Jing got his own clan in the army, got dignity and honor, and learned the way of loyalty and forgiveness. He embarked on a fair way to join the ranks, and as a typical example of "a fierce general must rise in the army" in the army, he was talked about with great interest.

The faces of the dead Paoze brothers flashed one by one, each of them stinging their hearts once, and those who were alive, he also missed.

Mu Xia, who is mighty but has a simple and honest smile; Yu Xi, who likes to stare at beautiful women, but is awkward when he really goes to hook up, even the gentleman taught him some poems that seduce women to elope; and Tian Ben The villain that Wu Jing hated the most and wished to kill himself, has now become his brother-in-law, adding two naughty and lively nephews to Wu Jing, and Wu Jing's hatred has gradually disappeared. To learn the bad virtues of his father, um, together with his son, he must be sent to the school to learn the six arts of a gentleman...

There was a smile on Wu Jing's mouth, but unfortunately, he probably won't be able to see it.

He knew that his final moment was coming. The person in front of him was covered in weapons, with seemingly random toes, straight arms, and the sword that killed countless people. He would never be able to beat him.

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But even if none of them were there, Wu Jing had something he wanted to protect.

Fenglin Volcano, his Wujing is a forest, a forest like a forest, a forest with a single tree. He once fell, and was backed up by Zhao Wuxi. He took root in the ground, silently absorbed water to grow, and silently blossomed and fruited. He is a veteran, a benchmark in today's military pawns, and a banner that promotes the efforts of the common people in the army. This army has always needed fresh blood to keep it from falling.

Turning around, looking up, blood flowed into his eyes, burning pain. The flag on the white background seems to have been dyed blood, with a black bird pattern embroidered on it. It flutters in the wind, as if it really wants to take off like a living black bird, flying under the rising sun!

A century of Shiqing will be destroyed, and a thousand-year-old prince will collapse. Only the banner of the Zhao clan behind him will never fall!

"The general will avenge us..."

Wu Jing murmured, and propped himself up with the help of the flagpole, picked up the sword full of smooth blood, and pointed at the person in front of him! (To be continued.)