Rogue with a knife on the right

Ryan '11, Xia.

The Dahe Dynasty held a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven.Only the empress dowager, the emperor and some old ministers were present, and no one said a word, just listening to the sound of the bell and drum music, and then gradually weakened.

Zhu Sitong came on a white deer, and someone asked, "Master Zhu Si, why is it so cold this year?"

A layer of golden sunlight fell on the eyelashes, and the young man in red lowered his eyes and said, "The world is abnormal, and the Ice Age is coming."

"Ice Age?"

"The night is boundless, and all things wither." He said: "The longest is a hundred years."

The strong wind wailed in the cracks of the window, the soldiers put away their swords and guns and slowly returned to the team, and the night lights came on one after another.The Green Lantern Guards failed to hold Baiyu Pass in the end. They joined up with the Dongma Camp under King Qin. They have been stranded in Sangshui for more than a month. The soldiers temporarily live in Guangtian Temple. They are facing shortages of supplies and rations, and the battle lines are still going on. moving southward.

"There is no way, the opponent's firepower is too strong." Tan Ciguang, battalion commander of the East Horse Battalion, said.

"We can set up ambushes on both sides of the autumn mountain, and then send 100 people as the vanguard..." Han Jingye put the chess pieces on the sand table, and frowned in thought.

"Continuing the fight will consume our time."

"What does the battalion commander mean... to give up the mulberry water?"

He sighed: "This is also impossible..."

"Once the mulberry water is thrown away, there is Heze below."

"Heze is an important city in the Northeast, and the Qingdengwei should know it better than me. I think we can organize a big counterattack there."

Han Jingye looked at the small city on the sand table, and the flags with Xuanwu patterns trembled in the wind.

"Captain! Captain—!" Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Tan Ciguang went out first, and asked, "What happened in such a panic?"

"There was a group of people clamoring to leave the team, we have already stopped them, and asked the captain to follow me quickly."

I saw a group of people gathered in front of the Daxiong Palace. When they saw Han Jingye, they knelt down in unison. The leading man was very familiar. Han Jingye remembered that his name was Duan Zaixi, and he had some troubles with Huadao.

"Those who leave the team without authorization are all regarded as deserters, you should be clear."

"Captain." The man stood up straight, and said forcefully, "I don't care if I have to be executed—but we have to say something!"

"If you have anything to say, just talk about it, why make such a fuss." Tan Ciguang patted Han Jingye's shoulder, indicating that he would handle it by himself.Having served as the battalion commander for more than ten years, Tan Ciguang has been trained to be calm and calm, without anger and prestige.Compared with him, Han Jingye is indeed too young and immature.

Duan Zaixi's Adam's apple twitched: "Foreign countries have invaded and occupied our country. No one can swallow this breath, but... But at this point in the war, we all understand that the samurai|sword is useless. The system and weapons of the shogunate are destined to be eliminated."

"It's nonsense." Tan Ciguang said.

"If the captain agrees that we leave the team, we will also fight side by side with the Green Lantern Guard to defend against the Northern Kingdom and the Puppet Yan, but we will no longer represent the Dahe Dynasty."

"You don't want to be warriors anymore?"

The man nodded, as if he had made a difficult decision: "Before I became a warrior, I had no choice. Now I want to ask the captain to give us another chance!"

The flakes of snow flew by, and the flames reflected Han Jingye's face flickering on and off.

After a few seconds of silence, he sighed softly, letting out the helpless sadness in his chest into a thin wisp:

"Do I have to choose..." he asked.

Duan Zaixi bowed his head deeply.

"Leave if you want to leave!" Tan Ciguang suddenly shouted: "Since your hearts are no longer in Dahe, Dahe will not keep you. The war in the future will only be more difficult to fight. Those who waver in their hearts are opportunistic. You can get out now! Those who are willing to show the loyalty of a warrior and fight to the last second for Dahe stay with us!"

In an instant, the team exploded, and everyone was faced with a choice.

Han Jingye glanced at Tan Ciguang in confusion, he didn't think now was the time to allow commotion.

"What we need are those warriors with firm beliefs," Tan Ciguang explained in a low voice: "In this way, we can ensure that the team will become more and more courageous as they fight, instead of becoming more and more disorganized."

Maybe the man is right.But looking at this disintegrating team, Han Jingye silently clenched his fists with unspeakable pain in his heart.

At this moment, a squad member hugged him with all his might, sniffed his nose and said, "Captain, let's stop fighting, Dahe can't hold it anymore, this is a war that is doomed!"

Tears glistened on that young face, Han Jingye was stunned as if struck by lightning, and then slapped him resoundingly.

No one had ever seen the captain beat someone before.

"It is considered a failure before the war is over. Is this what a soldier should say!"

The squadron fell into the snow and cried, "Please wake up!"

"I tell you, a sober person will never appear on the battlefield." His eyes flickered coldly, as if there were tears, but he didn't let them fall.

Tan Ciguang sighed and shook his head.

That night, Qingdengwei and Dongmaying lost nearly one-third of their soldiers.They left behind their own treasures, each carrying a lamp, and their backs were swallowed by the wind and snow.

Stay in the horse riding place above the snow.

Huashima was assigned to the fifth platoon of the No.12 Division.When the formation was first formed, the platoon leader said: "The ones with knives stand on the left, and the ones with guns stand on the right." Huashima stood alone in the middle, and was scolded all over his face.

"I have indeed used both." He pointed to the rust knife, and then took out the pistol Wu Lingnan gave him.

The platoon leader reluctantly accepted him based on the principle of "it doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, it is a good cat if it can catch mice", and Huashima went to the battlefield three or four times. Lu Zi even made a lot of small achievements, and was immediately transferred to the guerrilla army for a position.

They have come to Donghai Hou's sphere of influence, and further north is Chaokou.The platoon leader thought about setting up camp, but by coincidence, the headmaster of the "Shi Wen Guan" who was wandering all the way contacted them, saying that he could provide the Republican Party with a school building as a residence, but at the same time asked them to protect the students.

In order to avoid the war, the new school "Shi Wen Guan" has been relocated many times, and finally settled at the southern foot of Wangyun Mountain.The school building has a large area and the terrain is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is an excellent choice.So, the dusty soldiers led their mules and horses and walked through the curious and timid eyes of the students.

There are quite a few female students who are juicy.Seeing the young man in the front row rubbing his hands restlessly, Huashima smiled carelessly.

During the day, it is rare to have nothing to do, listening to the sound of reading aloud in the school seems to wash away the filth for people.The vast vegetable garden in front of the school is thriving, and there are signs with the names of the vegetables and their scientific names.In a trance, Huashima recalled the days when he and old man Situ were farming together before the war started.

Time rolls around very quickly.

Where is the former rogue Huadao who was chasing a rickshaw with a torn scarf?

At night, the soldiers finally lay down on soft beds, chatting without saying a word.When talking about national affairs, hometown, and women, I shed a few tears.

"Hey, Huashima," the young man with the scar at the corner of the eye on the next bed nudged him, "Tell me, I think you must have a lot of women."

"Ah..." He replied vaguely, and now he began to feel that there were fleas hidden in the bedding, and his legs began to itch.So I changed my posture and said, "Which one do you want to hear?"

"Oh, it's so cool." Xi laughed: "Then who do you miss the most right now?"

Maybe any superficial description or old-fashioned metaphor can't accurately outline his outline, Hanashima closed his eyes, and after a while he said ambiguously: "He...is a beauty."

"Wow, wow, tell me carefully!"

If you want to say it carefully——

Huadao often suspects that Han Jingye is just a dream of the old times, but every inch of his body retains his memory very clearly, reminding him of the existence of that person.When he woke up with a stomachache in the middle of the night, the first wisp of white mist rising from the lit cigarette was the shadow of Han Jingye.

Can't say enough.

The energetic young guy next to him kept asking, Huashima pretended to be dead, and didn't say anything anymore.

Peace is always short-lived.Three days later, a well-arranged siege swept through the "Shi Wen Guan".

The war started very suddenly. Huashima remembered that she was woken up by the bombing. Immediately after, the piercing horn pierced the sky, and there were screams and cries of students everywhere.

Da He charged in a group of cavalry, he chopped down anyone he saw, and smashed his glasses on the ground with his horse's hooves.Li Youzhi directed the students to flee, and several soldiers covered him. The refilling rifles used by the Republican Party lost their advantage in close combat.

"They came prepared this time," Li Youzhi said.

□□ After filling, Huashima rushed to the street, using the stone wall as a cover to advance step by step, with his ears distinguishing the direction of the gunshots.

"Ah—!" screamed miserably.

A few female students flung themselves out of the window in a panic, their leather shoes clattering in the moonlight.In the end, the person's skirt was caught by the iron hook, and then a figure hugged her, and Huashima saw two snow-white thighs slipping into the darkness like this.

boom!

He immediately shot the opponent in the arm, and at the same time revealed his position.

"Run to the air-raid shelter, I'll cover!" He escorted the students away, and aimed at the warrior again, his heart tightened suddenly.

More than one person...

The pitch-black cloak and the knife flowing with silver light gradually appeared at the end of the road. Huashima gritted his teeth, and the successive gunshots around him made him a little flustered-the whole team dispersed!Suddenly, a grenade flew from nowhere and landed in the school building behind them with a whoosh.

He ran wildly and knocked away those helpless students, shouting: "Get down!"

Boom-!

The huge explosion that followed caused layers of heat waves, sawdust and rubble splashed everywhere, Hanashima felt a dizzying brightness, his body was lifted into the air, and then fell heavily on the ground like a sack.

His viscera seemed to have been flattened... He stood up with difficulty, and blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth first.

"Go to the air-raid shelter, it's right in front, hurry up." He handed the gun to the student, and stood up straight with his drowsy head. There was darkness in front of his eyes, which was short-term blindness after experiencing the explosion.

The girl grabbed his sleeve: "What about you?"

"Fucking go!" Huashima spat out bloody phlegm, and pulled out the rusty knife from his waist.

The figure of Dahechao warrior could only be vaguely seen. Someone was attacking him, and he sideways half-stepped to avoid it, and stroked the dark red blood spots on the blade with his fingers.

"Hmph, it's the one with a knife." The voice was extremely contemptuous.

They naturally had reasons to be contemptuous, but at this moment Huashima hoped that they would scold him harder, so that he could swing his knife without any scruples.