The blood-red sunset shines on the banks of the Rushui River, dyeing the originally clear river water into a bloody color. The missing night-returning birds in the woods by the river is so weird.

Weird silence!

As we went upstream, the river water became more red and the air began to spread out. At a narrow corner of the river, a large flag full of holes was inserted obliquely into the soil. The word Qin in the middle of the flag was no longer visible. The night wind slammed through the hole in the flag and made a whimpering sound, as if the unyielding hero was echoing.

A Qin soldier was kneeling under the banner. His head was lowered, but his hands were tightly holding the flagpole. The armor on his chest had already been broken, and several feather arrows passed through his chest. This was his fatal injury. Obviously, he was in a heavy siege and did not surrender. He was shot at close range by the enemy with crossbow arrows.

There were countless corpses falling down from the banner. The enemy and our enemies fought fiercely to fight for this necessary path. The bodies were densely intertwined and extended to the distance along the river beach. At a rough look, at least tens of thousands of people were killed and injured on the river beach that lasted for several miles.

A group of crows shuttled through the corpse group, each pecking at the delicious food in front of him with its hard beaks. While looking down, the black eyes that were supposed to be emitting green light in the night. They were already familiar with the smell of human flesh.

Suddenly, a corpse trembled a few times. The crows stopped suddenly, tilted their heads, and stared at the trembling corpse just now, with curiosity and vigilance in their eyes.

As if he had noticed something, he seemed to be accumulating strength, the corpse stopped trembling and returned to calm.

After a while, seeing nothing was going on, a bold crow approached the corpse and pecked at the cold flesh and blood with his beak.

Suddenly! The already cold corpse suddenly turned over. The crows were frightened and spread their wings and soared into the air. The shrill cry broke the silence of the night and echoed over the riverside.

Ying Guang felt like he was being crushed by a mill. He just pushed away the body that pressed him and exhausted the power he had accumulated for a long time. The crushing and tearing pain came like a tide and made him want to shout loudly, but only a vague ** could be emitted from his cracked throat.

“Water…water….”

Ying Guang climbed to the river with great effort, and the fishy smell of river water flowed through his dry mouth, nourishing the cells that were swallowing water wildly, and he gradually woke up.

Failed!

Facing the Chu army several times, his own 100-man team pushed up without hesitation, with residual limbs, blood, and heavy breathing. Ying Guang mechanically waved his knife, looking at the faces opposite, which were either frightened, angry, or roaring, and slashed down hard until a violent impact, fell to the ground, and it was dark.

Now, I am still alive, but my brothers are gone.

Ying Guang found a nearby spear and stood up hard, shaking and found his sword hanging on the buckle around his waist. He had to leave quickly. The Qin Dynasty lost in the battle at the riverside entrance. Now the Chu army should be chasing the escaped Qin army. When he turned around, he would clean up the battlefield. The leather armor and discarded weapons on the bodies of these dead bodies would be taken away. If he found out that he was not dead, he would definitely have to make up for it and leave quickly.

With a spear, Ying Guang limped into the woods. Under the waning moon, a long shadow was lonely and desolate.

The crows in the sky circled and fell, and the strange silence returned to the forest.

After staggering over a ridge, Ying Guang finally exhausted the last bit of strength in his body and sat down slowly along the tree trunk beside him. The pain came, stimulating the fragile nerves.

You can't walk anymore, you should be safe.

I tried hard to lift my ears to hear the nearby sounds, but my heavy eyelids and blurred vision completely wiped away the last trace of clarity in my heart, and Ying Guang fell asleep deeply.

"Look, there's someone here!"

"It's Qin Bing, it seems to be dead?"

"what to do...."

The words coming from his ears gradually became ethereal. Ying Guang felt that he was trapped in the black mud, and his body seemed to be pulled by countless unjust souls, and he kept sinking...sinking...sensation of suffocation made him want to breathe hard, but what he inhaled was not like air but thick fire, burning the fragile trachea, causing a hot spring.

In the midst of torture and pain, I don’t know how long it took, a cold liquid slid into my mouth. Ying Guang swallowed greedily, letting the coolness nourish the dry body. While the body gradually recovered from consciousness, various pains began to stimulate the brain and consciousness was reviving.

Light, there is light!

Ying Guang slowly opened his eyes, and the white veil in front of him made him stunned. Could it be that this was his own mourning hall? After turning his eyes, he realized that there was a mourning hall where it was. It turned out to be a white bed curtain.

"Oh, you're awake!"

Before Ying Guang could react, the little girl who was feeding him water by the bedside saw him wake up and shouted happily.

"Lying down and don't move, I'll tell the lady to go!"

"Oh!"

Ying Guang was about to speak, but he saw the little girl holding the porcelain bowl and running outside the door.

Ying Guang let out a long sigh, his eyes turned to the curtain and looked at everything in the room.

This is a simple wooden house with thick autumn grass on the roof. The afternoon sunlight leaves spots on the ground through the grass curtains under the eaves. An unknown plant on the window is blooming, and there is a faint fragrance in the house. A simple wooden table and chair is placed in the middle of the house. The long-term friction makes its surface particularly smooth. Not far from the table is a wooden wardrobe, and a dressing table is closely connected. The slightly damaged bronze mirror is wiped clean by the owner.

Ying Guang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Okay, I've lived in a woman's boudoir."

While thinking about it, the little girl just now returned, and a woman was following her.

The woman was wearing a plain gauze and stretched to the ground, her long black hair was simply tied behind her, and she held her slender waist and walked in a lotus step. Her face was delicate but she was filled with a hint of coldness. She was so beautiful!

Ying Guang struggled to get up. Even if a big man was injured, he could not stay on the girl's bed.

"If you want to recover as soon as possible, don't move!"

The woman spoke, and her soft Jiangnan accent had an unquestionable smell.

The little girl next to her stuck out her tongue, "You'd better listen to our lady. Her medical skills are very clever!"

Ying Guang tilted his body. Seeing that it was impossible to violate it, he simply lay back and said in a hoarse voice: "I am Ying Guang, thank you for helping you."

"Your surname is Ying?"

"It's Ying's surname but it's different." Ying Guang smiled bitterly and said, "I'm just a bad life."

"You are defeated in the battle of Rushui, it's not as expected."

The woman sighed and said, "Wang Wei is talented, but unfortunately she is too ambitious. If she strangled the half-cross of the Baykou and attacked, she still has hope. Now she has lost her troops and generals, which makes her pitiful to the innocent people outside Moling Pass."

Ying Guang looked at the woman in front of him in surprise and talked quietly, as if the battle was in his palm.

"I wonder what the lady is called?"

"My lady's surname is Zhuge, and her single name is Yun, and my name is Qiao'er." The little girl next to her frowned when she saw the lady frowning, as if she was thinking about something, so she took the conversation.

Ying Guang tried hard to lift his upper body, Qiao'er quickly put a pillow behind him. Ying Guang smiled gratefully to him, but made the little girl blush.

"I wonder what Miss Zhuge is worried about?"

"The Rushui defeated the battle, and the Qin army was completely destroyed. Meng Wu, the guardian general of Moling Pass, had only more than 20,000 people, and the strong people were only more than 50,000. The vanguard of the Chu army, Mo Gu, was brave and resourceful, and was a rare general in the Great Chu. The commander Lu Sushan was even a veteran in a hundred battles. This time, the Chu army was called 300,000, and with the power of great victory, the army was even more powerful. Meng Wu wanted to defend Moling Pass! Once Moling Pass was broken, there was no more dangerous pass in Wuzhou. The Chu army could go down in one go and approach Qianling Pass, the gateway of Xianyang. From then on, you could deduct the pass and advance to Xianyang. You could retreat to defend Wuzhou to wait for the opportunity. Qin was in danger."

Ying Guang was stunned. Unexpectedly, the delicate woman in front of him had such a vision. Thinking of his current situation, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Dare you ask Miss Zhuge, how many days have I been in a coma? Where is this place?"

Zhuge Yun said: "This is at the foot of the mountain outside Moling Pass. You have been in a coma for two days. I know what you want to say. We will enter Moling Pass tomorrow. I guess the Chu army will be besieged in five days, and there will be no more happiness outside the pass."

"Then I'll trouble you, Miss." Ying Guangxi said.

"What are your plans when you heal your injury?"

"Me?" Ying Guang smiled self-deprecatingly, "Of course, I'd better go back to join the army, and Moling Pass cannot be broken!"

Looking far away from Xianyang, my mother seemed to be in front of me. My mother was a little maid back then. Once, she was invited by the distinguished guest in the mansion. Somehow she was attracted by the distinguished guest and then she had children. When the host heard that she wanted to abort the child, her mother couldn't bear to leave her flesh and blood, so she ran away secretly and hid in the countryside outside Qianling Pass. Ying Guang lived with her mother after she was born. The villagers were very kind to the mother and son and were always supported. Ying Guang joined the army when she grew up, so that one day she could return home in glory to let her mother and the people in the village live a good life. However, if Moling Pass was broken, the war would eventually affect that small village. For the sake of her mother and for the sake of her own villagers, Ying Guang had no way out.

"I will strive to meet Meng Wu, the governor of Moling Pass, to show my great relationship, and to defend Moling Pass to the death!"

Qiaoer next to "Puchi" saw Ying Guang's serious look and couldn't help laughing, "You tell me who you are? Meng Wu can listen to your opinion, but I'm afraid that you will be beaten out before you see him."

"Qiao'er, don't be rude."

Zhuge Yun turned her head and said.

"Miss Qiao'er is right. Ying Guang is just a soldier. He is a gentleman. He is a man who is gentle. However, I will still try my best. How can I know if I don't try it?"
Chapter completed!