[Sword Three] [Hua Yang] Qian Jixue

After a year of cold and heat, the two capitals returned again. Those who managed to make it through felt that they had struggled for most of their lives, and when they returned home, their eyes were as pale as death.

Han Qingyun did not go directly with the Shuofang Army, but occasionally met with his brothers and made a detour, and then set foot on Xiguan Road in Gyeonggi Province. It was winter again, and unexpectedly ran into the little beggar and the old lady in the refugee area beside the road.

They survived the catastrophe, they were so skinny that they didn't look like human beings. I don't know how many people they asked for help along the way, how many times they were disappointed, and they didn't recognize him when they rubbed shoulders.

Tang Ying came to send porridge and rice, but the supplies were still very short.The battle is still going on, and when it is fierce, a town will come and go to fight, and those who come back early will be in trouble again, and it is still the same precarious situation.

Later, some refugees followed the army, neither far nor near, just like wandering spirits, and no one knew when they fell by the roadside.

Here in Jianghu people, everything that can be given is given, and the rest can only help, even watch, do some trivial things.

Mo Zhiqi would occasionally go over to have a look, and make a show of trying to appease him or her with a little-practiced approach.When I come back, I will say that he can only help beat wolves instead of wolf teeth in Xiuhuajian.

Han Qingyun said that if a country does not form a country and a family does not form a family, the suffering is deserved, and he suffers with them and them.

Mo Zhiqi silently took out a paper figurine and spread it out to him. It was dusty and the size of a fingernail. It was Han Qingyun's thank you for mending the kite for the little girl last time.

Han Qingyun pursed his lips, and raised his hand to cover his winter's pale and cold palm.

In winter, there were wars in several cities one after another, and the snow thawed in spring, and the epidemic broke out in the refugee area by surprise.People who can still run and jump in the morning, once they fall down, have only one breath left at night.

Physicians came one after another, but most of them were helpless in the face of this situation, and within a few days there were also sick people in the barracks.The knights were separated on the other side, watching everyone familiar or unfamiliar, and the mat was rolled up.

Han Qingyun couldn't sit still, he paced anxiously outside the fence, when he saw Mo Zhiqi coming back from the same door with his face covered, he opened his mouth and asked why this world is more vicious than Spike soldiers.

Mo Zhiqi cleaned his hands slowly, took off the mask and told him, maybe it was the Spikes who did it, and he felt something was wrong with a few people.

As he spoke, he gave up a piece of space behind him, Han Qingyun looked at it, turned around and went to discuss with his senior brother.

The people selected that night began to investigate secretly, and at dawn the next day, Mingjiao escorted a few sturdy refugees to the Tang army camp.

If someone intentionally spreads the epidemic, the source should be investigated and dealt with quickly to stop it.

In less than half a day, a doctor came to the camp to report that a few spikes had been caught, that the epidemic had not spread any further, and those who could be treated were being treated, so there was no worries for the time being.

The two breathed a sigh of relief, and prepared for returning to Xijing the next day according to the instructions of their seniors.It is said that there was a change in the capital, and there was also a mutiny among the rebels. Although they were still in a stalemate with the Tang army, if the Jianghuai supplies lasted for a few more months, maybe this year the chaos would be turned into peace.

This return trip to meet the teacher's gate, it should not come back here again.

Mo Zhiqi tidied up the things that were not much in the first place, and said to Han Qingyun, look, if there is no war in the future, shouldn't it be time to think about what to do in the future, but don't try to become an unreasonable white man Old man with a beard.

Han Qingyun buried his head in silence, and sorted out the official documents and letters that his fellow doormen would bring one by one, for fear that he would ask more questions and he would not know how to answer them.

At this time, the Tang camp in the distance seemed to be making a commotion, and for some reason, the noise became louder and louder, and then women and children in the refugee camp separated by a wall began to cry.

Han Qingyun put down the letter in his hand and lifted the curtain to go out. Standing on the high ground, he saw fire and smoke rising from the Tang camp. In the blink of an eye, a wave of people rushed over quickly from the distant horizon.

It's only spring, and once the fire burns, it will affect the rest of the year.Hu people don't care what kind of wind and fire is fierce and poisons the living beings, it must be how fierce it is.

"Spike always uses fire, rockets, trains, incendiary bombs, nothing new." Mo Zhiqi followed him, shaking his head beside him.

"Didn't you say that the rebels are attacking the Anyang River? Why do you still have the energy to attack here?" Han Qingyun frowned, and pulled out his sword "shua".

"Who knows what the Jiedu envoys are planning." Mo Zhiqi said.

As soon as the words fell, Senior Brother Chunyang brought a few juniors to find them out of breath, saying that the command of the Tang Army had changed and retreated all the way south, and a wolf fang that was approaching used this way to kill them.

The senior brother anxiously talked about the situation, ordered a few words of attention, and hurried to the place where the fire started.

The Hu people had reinforcements converging, and when the fight broke out, returning to Beijing had to be put on hold for the time being.Han Qingyun stretched out his white robe and rubbed shoulders with the evacuated crowd, and followed his senior brother without saying a word.

Mo Zhiqi sighed, looked back at the packed luggage, and called "wait for me" several times to his back.

The sky is cloudy, the Spike's firepower is too strong, and the situation on the front line is unknown.The Tang army guarding the city here is fighting, and the refugees need to evacuate. The first of the three fortifications has been broken, and the rest have to last until a full-scale counterattack.While harassing the rampage of the train, the Jianghu people dragged the flanks, buying time for the Tang army to deploy their defenses, and if they couldn't stand it, they would withdraw.

Han Qingyun killed more than a dozen enemy soldiers in a row, took a few steps back to breathe a sigh of relief, sat up and sat down with concentration, and then dodged to the other side to drop his aura, his moves were coherent and completed in one go.

They have hardly experienced such face-to-face fierce battles. The last time was when they evacuated to Wonju a year ago.Right now, the Spikes who were chasing Tang Bing by double-teaming were able to hit the head, filling up like hungry wolves one by one, without giving them any time to rest.The catapults smashed holes into the crowd, and they had to hide while fighting.

Rao Han Qingyun, after holding the sword for a short time, he stabbed and swung it so that the sword body was red, blood flowed down the sword, and it was so greasy that he could hardly hold it. just.

Mo Zhiqi stood beside him, glanced at the hot sweat on his forehead, covered it with spring mud from time to time, knocked down the sneak attacks of Spike soldiers in twos and threes, and filled Han Qingyun with clear water.

The assassins were fast enough, and after a while, the huge trebuchet stopped abruptly as the mechanism was destroyed.

The people watching from a distance had no time to breathe a sigh of relief, only to hear someone yelling "Be careful" in panic, several heavy trains loaded with fuel rushed down the slope, smashed through the wooden fence and fell into the crowd, and exploded with a "boom". It takes a few long songs to cover all the ranges.

The loud noise made people's brains ache, Han Qingyun pulled Mo Zhiqi into the sound range, and then turned around, there were already Spikes rushing along the broken gap, and instantly merged into a crowd of screaming and killing.

Tang Jun's side defenses had barely been done, and someone in the camp gave a signal, and the people fighting here began to withdraw.

It was clear that he could retreat safely, but Han Qingyun's pace slowed down a lot, and he fell behind the senior brother who caught up later, and took the initiative to defend.

Mo Zhiqi stayed with him, and the more he fought, the more he felt that something was wrong, and suddenly turned to him and said, "Why is your senior brother back?"

Han Qingyun turned around with a pale face, but Mo Zhiqi grabbed the other shoulder and pulled it over. A burst of heart-piercing pain made him softly call out: "Take it easy!"

He poked half of an arrow behind his left shoulder, the point pierced into the flesh, and the tail of the arrow broke off. The dark red blood flowed down the shoulder armor and flowed down the half of the white robe, which was very dazzling under the gloomy sky.

Mo Zhiqi was stunned for a moment, let go of his hands but scowled, his eyes were all burning: "When did you hit the arrow?!"

Han Qingyun pulled the cloak on the other shoulder and threw it over to cover it, avoiding his gaze, and said, "It was just when it exploded."

"Why don't you tell me?"

"...No problem, I can still use a sword."

"Don't use it anymore!" Mo Zhiqi frowned, stomping his feet angrily, he could not help but grab his waving wrist, and swiped the pen anxiously.

The never-reliable Baihua Fu acupuncture point also came to fruition in a fit of anger, and the energy flowed towards the tip of Han Qingyun's sword, blasting a hole in the chest of the fat man with wolf teeth.

Han Qingyun blocked half of the blood on his face, and nodded with joy: "Well done." As he said that, he turned his wrist and stabbed obliquely with a burst of sword energy, forcing back the wolf-toothed spear that was following him.

"Is now the time to talk about this?" Mo Zhiqi seized the opportunity to reprimand him in turn, "Why don't you hurry up?"

Han Qingyun was stained with blood on half of his body, and he couldn't beat him freely because he was holding his wrist. Watching Wan Hua turn around and cut off one or two pursuers from time to time, he retreated with him in peace.

Menlei began to roar in the clouds from far to near, and the rain fell little by little, small but dense, getting into people's hair and neck, and soaked the clothes inside and out.

The pursuers who were attracted were quickly surrounded by knights who jumped off the cliffs on both sides. Mo Zhiqi kept frowning, and retreated to the stone bridge, pulling off his wrapped shoulders, and covered him again with a light click. go back.

Unexpectedly, he still used Huajian well.Han Qingyun's frosty cheeks were wet and cold from the rain, and he felt less pain when he smelled the smell on his body, so he broke away from him, flicked the blood on the sword two or three times, turned around and said: "Senior brother I didn't tell you that we are not going to retreat this time."

"Huh?" Mo Zhiqi glared at him like a monster.

"It's to lure the enemy—to set up an ambush." ​​Han Qingyun said, "There are a few ambushes on the road, and we will join up with the Tang army at the outpost later, and then we can turn around and double-team after leading into the mouth of the pot."

Wan Hua opened her mouth on the sidelines, but finally said nothing, and slowly pulled out the umbrella from behind to hold it open for him.