"Why is there a light curtain?"

"It looks quite intelligent, but I deserve this handsome guy."

The next second, accompanied by the violent shaking of the light curtain, Sima Jiu suddenly opened his eyes.

"Brother Jiu! You are not dead!"

"Huh? The light curtain in my mind is gone! But a familiar voice came from my ears?"

Sima Xingdong came to Sima Jiu's eyes and was very excited as if he was injected with chicken blood.

After a few breaths, Sima Jiu recovered and replied in annoyance.

"You boy, curse me, right?"

Just as he wanted to stand up, he felt a severe pain coming from his ankle.

"Brother Jiu, what's wrong with you?"

"It seems that my feet are dislocated?"

Sima Jiu wanted to move his feet, but then he found that the joints of his feet were difficult to move, and accompanied by severe pain.

"It's not so unlucky, right? It's okay if you dislocate one foot, but if you dislocate both feet at the same time, what does it mean?"

"It's raining all night, and the boat is late and the wind is coming. It's so deadly. These bad things come one by one."

Sima Jiu complained in his heart.

"Ah? Then don't move."

After Sima Xingdong lifted Sima Jiu's trousers, he was shocked by his swollen feet like steamed buns. He wanted to help Sima Jiu, but he didn't know how to do it.

"Um!"

Sima Jiu sat up slowly and said in confusion: "Hey, yes, where is Simada?"

"I looked far along the river, but I couldn't find him."

Sima Xingdong suddenly looked solemn and his tone was depressed.

The rapids surging, and the river flowed into the distance, taking away the rolling thousands of layers of waves, but not the loss of the two people on the shallows.

Sima Jiu reached out and held Sima Xingdong's wrist.

"Everyone has his own destiny, and God is destined."

"We must live and live strong."

After a while, Sima Xingdong nodded solemnly, and after raising his eyes and inspecting it.

"Brother Jiu, hold on. I don't know how to do your feet, but the river is too wet. I want to drag you to that big stone."

Sima Jiu followed Sima Xingdong's gaze and there was a stone that could accommodate three or four people lying flat on the ground more than ten meters away.

Sima Jiu nodded.

"Hu...Hu...Hu...Hu!"

"Brother Jiu, please bear with it."

"It's coming soon."

“It’ll be here soon.”

Sima Xingdong had said similar words several times in a distance of just over ten meters.

Sima Xingdong was thin and weak, so he dragged Sima Jiu with difficulty and moved inch by inch.

It took him more than ten minutes before he dragged Sima Jiu onto the stone.

"Xingdong, thank you!" Sima Jiu thanked.

"We are brothers, what do you want to thank you?"

"You have to rest for a while, I have to be slow and exhausted."

"Um!"

Sima Jiu turned his head and stared at the trace of drag on the shallows. An inexplicable feeling arose. When he turned back, Sima Xingdong was already asleep quietly.

"This kid..."

Sima Jiu stared at the simple face, smiled slightly, and his eyes were filled with a glimmer of gratitude.

Sudden.

"Who are you?"

When Sima Jiu heard the news, he was shocked and then looked around.

Not far away, a team of cavalry was alert to Sima Jiu, as if waiting for his response.

The number of cavalry teams is incorrect, about two hundred cavalrymen.

Most of them wore wolf-shaped helmets, wore wolf-like masks, black armor, long spears, horizontal swords, and crossbow arrows on their backs, looking like elite.

The leader was a soldier who looked like a general. He wore an exquisite wolf-shaped helmet, embroidered brocade black armor, and a golden dragon sword with a waist. He had a positive appearance, a majestic aura, and was full of mighty and domineering spirit.

"We are from Sima Village. We accidentally fell into the river and were washed into this shallow."

Sima Jiu had a sudden inspiration and responded calmly based on the information he had learned from Sima Xingdong before.

The origin of the cavalry in front of him was unknown, so Sima Jiu did not dare to be careless.

The cavalry did not relax their vigilance because of Sima Jiu's words. The soldier who was in charge of the general left the team and drove his horse toward Sima Jiu.

At this moment, Sima Xingdong was also awakened. When he noticed the general-looking soldier, he immediately jumped up, clasped his fists and looked at them.

Sima Xingdong looked nervous and exclaimed: "Who are you?"

"I am the vanguard general of the imperial court to suppress rebellion: Yang Xuanting!"

The man's expression was sharp and his tone was intimidating.

"Yang Xuanting?" Sima Jiu said in amazement.

Then, he recalled the deeds about Yang Xuanting from his memory little by little.

Yang Xuanting was the son of Yang Su, an important official in the court. He was brave and good at fighting and skilled in spears.

During Yang Xuangan's rebellion, Yang Xuanting repeatedly served as the rebel vanguard general, and was invincible in battle and defeated all the attacks. He killed many famous generals of the court. Later, he was killed by thousands of arrows because he was single cavalry and died of death.

As the saying goes, if you walk by the river often, you will never be able to fight.

If you are not careful, you will die in the chaos.

Sima Jiu, a young man from the Five Poisons in the New Century, doesn’t want to live such a life.

Isn’t it a plain life good?

Just as he was about to explain, Sima Xingdong sighed excitedly: "That's great! Commander, we finally met a friendly army."

Sima Jiu was amused and crying about this.

Xingdong is too impatient. Now, it is too late to stop it.

"Soldier Commander? Friends?" Yang Xuanting looked contemptuous.

The two people in front of them were armoured, armored, and weapons. They were thin and embarrassed, and had no military manners.

Yang Xuan said sternly: "You are an imperial soldier, why are you so forced?"

Yang Xuanting was a high-ranking official in the court, and Sima Jiu naturally did not dare to neglect anything.

So he followed the ancients' way of worshiping officials, endured the pain in his feet, and knelt on the ground.

What's wrong with a real man being able to bend and stretch, just kneeling down?

"Report to General Yang: We are new soldiers under the command of Hedong County Magistrate Niu Da. Because of the rebels, the county Magistrate was killed. We were forced into the river and rushed to this place for the river."

At this moment, a corpse was floating in the river.

Yang Xuanting noticed the corpse and then said, "It is a blessing that you will survive the disaster. Since you are an imperial soldier, you will be temporarily assigned to this general."

"General, please forgive me..." Sima Jiu said this, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, so he did not continue.

Now, I am a defeated soldier, and I may even be defeated in front of a deserter.

Any army's handling of deserters is simple and crude: no mercy is allowed.

If you disobey your fate at this time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Um?"

Yang Xuanting's expression condensed, and murderous intent suddenly arose.

"General: My subordinates dislocated their feet and couldn't move forward."

If you refuse, you have to find a suitable reason.

So Sima Jiu became wise in a hurry and directly revealed the fact that his feet were dislocated.

"It's definitely not that my subordinates don't want to follow the general. I'm really powerless!" Sima Jiu was secretly happy for his wit.
To be continued...