Zheng Rong said

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The barracks is a place where you don't know if you will come back alive after going to the battlefield. There are endless scenes of life in the morning and death in the evening.

It can also wash away the brilliance of pampered people and turn them into iron bones.

Han Ji is special.

The crown prince of the Dingkang Dynasty, his uncle Yang Zhan decided that he would not let him go to the battlefield in person.

He joined the army as a commander-in-chief, and Yang Zhan "generously" pointed out hundreds of soldiers to him.

At first, Han Ji, who was powerless, didn't think there was anything wrong with it. With the high-intensity martial arts practice, he made some achievements, and he was gradually dissatisfied with strategizing. He killed a lot of enemy soldiers, but they were basically combat power. Extinct remnants.

The shouts of enemy troops came from all directions.

The silver in Yunjie's hand pierced the chest of the enemy soldier facing him, and immediately roared, "Withdraw!"

Their group of vanguard cavalry shouldered the heavy responsibility of exploring the road, and as expected, they were ambushed by the opponent in the Xiecheng Valley, and more than half of them were killed or injured.The remaining half a hundred or so people heard the order from the corporal commander and stepped up one after another.

Just as they were about to ride their horses and evacuate, one of their own soldiers in the pile of corpses not far away wailed for help. His bloody legs were crushed by the corpse and could not move.

Yun Jie hurriedly dismounted, ran towards the wounded soldier, and threw the gun.

"Commissioner!" The cavalry immediately called out in alarm.

"You go first!"

Then he hugged the wounded soldier tightly and dragged him out.

The enemy soldiers who were ten steps away were stabbing straight at him. The moment Yun Jie let go of his hands to dodge, the wounded soldier in front of him was dragged away. After he got on his horse, the soldiers who dismounted to help him threw themselves into the counterattack side by side with him.

And the shouts of friends and foes that could not be distinguished from all around were close to my ears.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Yun Jie picked up a red-tasseled spear on the ground, stabbed it horizontally, stopped a dozen enemy soldiers, and ordered the others to withdraw immediately.

Those who disobeyed the military order, even if they did not die, would be punished by the military commander after returning to the camp.

So only Yunjie was left to fight ten against one.

He has encountered this kind of situation countless times since joining the army. His martial arts skills are taught by the former envoy Wu Zhang. The situation was the same at that moment. He was struggling so hard and was rescued by the former envoy chief.It was also the first time he faced life and death so truly. At that time, he was so frightened that he froze. After returning to the camp, he was severely reprimanded. Since then, he has been learning martial arts desperately.Fortunately, he has good talent, and the ex-envoy corporal taught him with all his heart.

No matter how good the force is, it cannot withstand stalking, and it is not easy for the enemy to survive until now.

During the melee, he was scratched by the tip of the gun, and immediately the man was shot through his throat.

Fighting to the death is definitely not the best policy.Taking advantage of the gap, he jumped on his horse and overturned the one who was chasing him with the tip of his gun, and immediately galloped on the horse.

But he didn't know that the enemy soldiers behind him threw them into the air and stabbed him in the back.

A feathered arrow flashed with silver light, and there was a cold whistle in his ear. He turned his head suddenly, and the feathered arrow hit the spear head one foot behind with precision.

At the same time, three arrows were fired, and the few remaining enemy soldiers fell to the ground.

One rider and one person galloped at lightning speed, and passed by him. It was impossible to see who was coming. Judging from the armor, they were not soldiers of the vanguard army.

The surrounding traps were physically destroyed by the vanguard team in sevens and eighties.After rushing out of the Xiecheng Valley, there is a ten thousand enemy camp.

Immediately, the army approached.

In the past three years, Dingkang's soldiers and horses have fought more and more bravely, forcing the army of the Yan family to retreat five hundred miles. The [-]-man battalion in the Xiecheng Valley was obviously broken, but in fact it lured the enemy to go deep. .

It's a pity that Dingkang's army and horses were not caught in the trick, but stationed in place to recharge their batteries.

There is a stream in Xiecheng Valley, the water is clear and shallow.

Han Ji acted on his own, and led a hundred soldiers to break through the enemy's formation. Although he returned with a big victory, he was criticized by Yang Zhan, and of course there was praise in his words.

Han Ji silently led the training, and he was overjoyed from the bottom of his heart.It is said that before the war in Xiecheng Valley, the people had plenty of food, the scenery was beautiful and the people were kind, it can be regarded as a paradise.

Now that the lost land has been regained, he wants to experience the old scene after the baptism of war.

The soldier leading the horse and following behind him at every step was originally Yang Zhan's personal bodyguard and also his martial arts master, with unfathomable martial arts skills.The master and apprentice are equal, he is willing, others dare not, so he has always been a master and servant.

Legend has it that where Yan's army went, there were no people or animals.

It can be seen that this place is so beautiful that even the enemy soldiers couldn't bear to poison it.

After strolling for a while, the sound of the water was clear, and Han Ji followed the sound to find it.

But someone arrived before him, sitting by the stream, half naked.

When he got closer, he found that the man was wiping his back with a damp cloth.

When he got closer, he could see that he was wiping the wound, the blood-red skin was rolled up, even inflamed, the injury was unclear, but obviously, the man was not changing the dressing, if the medicine was used, the wound would not be like this.

Han Ji walked over and said loudly to the side of the stream, "The army is short of medicinal herbs? Washing with water is not conducive to wound healing."

Yun Jie turned around in surprise.

Two strangers who didn't know each other stopped in place - this scene was too abrupt.

It was only then that Han Ji realized that his fair body was covered with countless scars, large and small, and the two pendants on his chest, one white and one emerald, were also conspicuous.

After looking at each other for a while, Yun Jie turned around and pulled up his coat, and said, "There is no shortage of herbs, but they are very tight. My little injury will heal itself in a few days."

Han Ji smiled, and walked forward to take off the underwear that he had not yet had time to tie, "Even if the cost is tight, will it save you a lot of money?"

He glanced at the guards following him, and called out in a low voice, "Fan Sheng."

Fan Sheng quickly untied a wine gourd from his horse and handed it to Han Ji.

Yun Jie was surprised what this man was going to do, only to hear Han Ji say again, "It will hurt a little, bear with it."

Yun Jie hurriedly turned his head and saw that Han Ji's cheeks were swollen, and he had already poured a large mouthful of wine, and sprayed it all on the wound with a puff.

Han Ji couldn't help laughing, gloating, "Compared to the pain, this pain is not pain, is it?"

Yun Jie wanted you to try it, but he didn't say it, he just said, "Thank you, it doesn't count."

Being in the barracks is very different from the outside world, except that you may die at any time, and the human relationship is stronger. The distinction between class and inferiority in front of life and death is really something outside the body, although it is pleasant to lick blood with a knife.

This person who appeared inexplicably had no armor and could not tell which battalion he belonged to, but judging by the personal guards, he was by no means an ordinary soldier.

Yun Jie tidied up her coat,

Han Ji, who was standing by the other side, said again, "The medicinal wine just now is only for disinfection, and it needs to be applied."

After the sting of the wound, there is a slight coolness, and I feel much more comfortable.Yun Jie fastened his belt, stood up, clasped his fists again to thank him, and then walked back.

But after walking a few steps, Han Ji stopped him, "Let's go to my tent, the wound medicine there is very effective." He had already recognized Yun Jie as the man after the small battle in Xiecheng Valley.

On the fifth day, the wound festered and showed no signs of healing, which shows that this person will not apply medicine when he goes back.Such a corporal commander who sacrificed his life to save his soldiers seemed a bit stupid.

Yun Jie just paused for a while, glanced at Han Ji, his eyes were full of suspicion, "No need, I'll go back to the camp and apply the medicine immediately."

Han Ji didn't give up, and turned his back and said, "After a few days of rest, the battle will start again. As the commander of the forward army, it may not be appropriate for you to go into battle with injuries."

It wasn't the first time he went into battle with an injury, and there was nothing wrong with him, but how did he know that he was a vanguard? Yun Jie was puzzled, and recalled something in a daze, so he walked back, "You fired the arrow that day?" Really, but his savior.

Han Ji's eyes drifted away to Fan Sheng, and he immediately responded, "Yes."

To be precise, Fan Sheng shot the arrow against the tip of the gun, and he fired it afterwards.

When Yun Jie heard his affirmative answer, his expression softened a little. After all, except for the former envoy, he was the one who saved others.

"May I ask which battalion you belong to? I haven't seen you in the forward army."

Han Ji clasped his hands behind his back, and walked in the direction of returning to the camp, "You will know if you look at it."

Yun Jie had no choice but to follow, walking five steps behind Han Ji.Fan Sheng, who led the horse, walked five steps behind the cloud steps.

Walking past the tents of the Chinese army, the tents of the back army are the general's big tent. Yun Jie has never been here before, so he can't help being a little cautious, suspicious in his heart, the generals in the army seldom act as vanguards.

There is nothing special about Han Ji's tent, it's just a little off.

"Sit, do you understand now?"

Han Ji took out the powdered herbs and bandages, put them in a medicinal bowl and stirred them with medicinal wine.

Yun Jie took his seat and shook his head because he didn't know.

"It's so close to the general's account, so it's convenient for discussing troops."

Han Ji stood behind the cloud steps holding the medicine bowl, waiting for him to take off his shirt.

Yun Jie unbuttoned his clothes and turned his head to Han Ji and asked, "You are joining the army, but why..."

Herbs covered the wound, causing a chill.

Han Ji smiled as expected, and this guy's reaction was that he didn't apply any medicine. He said, "Whoever said that joining the army must hide in the camp. I am also a martial arts practitioner. It is my duty to go to battle and kill the enemy." .”

There is nothing to explain Yunjie in this way.Looking around, a ridiculously large sheepskin map was hanging behind the desk case, which was neatly piled up with books.

After a while, the medicine was applied, and when the bandage was tied, he naturally took the roll of gauze passed from behind, and passed it to the other side.

The quiet atmosphere was broken by Fan Sheng outside the tent, "Master, the commander-in-chief is here to invite you."

Just after wrapping up, Han Ji gave Yun Jie a pack of herbs, "Twice a day, the wound will heal within three days."

Yun Jie straightened his clothes in twos and twos, "Thank you...farewell." Then he hurriedly exited the tent.

It was only after walking far that I remembered that I forgot to ask the other party's name.

"Master."

Han Ji saluted respectfully.

Yang Zhan gave him an angry look, "It's just you and me, no need to be polite."

"Uncle." Han Ji changed his words immediately, and leaned forward with a hippie smile.

Yang Zhan shook his head with a smile, pointing to the deputy as a sign for him to take a seat,

"I'll discuss with you about Yan's army formation."

(It is estimated that this article will be relatively dull...)