Chapter 78: Yingzhou War 4

Cao Muwen did not feel this feeling of life and death on the front line, even in the previous failed mission. Although he was ambushed and besieged. But these two feelings are different. Although the former crisis even threatened his life more than now, under the influence of the sandstorm, he still escaped a part and subsequent experiences. Even if Wei Bingwen later recalled that he was just afraid, and even vaguely smart, superb and a little complacent; but the atmosphere of that day was very different from now. Just now, he saw the archer who was still struggling to pull bows and shoot arrows at the previous moment and was killed by a boulder; and the dead and wounded soldiers in the current main building, Wei Bingwen deeply felt... the impermanence of life? Cao Muwen even remembered that at that time more than a year ago, everything he encountered was dangerous at any time, and some could even be explained by strangeness. However, until now, although he has just arrived at this steep wall, he still feels a completely different feeling from before. Everything I have encountered before is more or less self-introdued, and most of the consequences are more or less caused by the behavior of myself and my own party. But now, the side that Cao Muwen has never understood is unpredictable. The danger that has nothing to do with himself permeates his side like a spring.

"Death is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you don't know when, why and how you died." Death may be really something. Cao Muwen has some "superiority" in this regard? But he can't guarantee that anyone can be safe in such a situation?

"Death may be ubiquitous and unpredictable here. You can only wait quietly. You have to continue to do your own things before he/she comes. Somehow, Cao Muwen suddenly thought of such a sentence. It seems to be a psychology book he read many years ago, and the specific content has been completely forgotten by himself, but he wrote down such a sentence deeply. Maybe." Cao Muwen ran to a soldier who was still gasping in a low voice. One of his legs was broken by the fallen tile just now. Now he is enduring the severe pain and sweating all over.

"I was just going to take a look inside..." Cao Muwen was a little scared after thinking about it. Fear? Cao Muwen didn't think so. If he had already planned to do so, he might have joined the ranks of those soldiers now.

Is this the battlefield? Life is impermanent? May you lose your life anytime and anywhere? Maybe you killed a tar at the moment before and shot an arrow at the next moment.

Yes! This is completely different from the previous situation. This...this is...this is irresistible. Everything on this battlefield is rapidly changing and unfathomable. Even those generals who have experienced hundreds of battles can't grasp the situation on the battlefield. What's more, we little people!

"Everything before..." Cao Muwen and Wei Bingwen and several other brocade guards who came together ran quickly and wanted to smash the ordinary building wall. Cao Muwen could see an archer lying at the door with a bloody face. It seemed that he was hit in the head by a flying tile when he just ran to the door.

Many people came to treat the wounded one after another, and Cao Muwen retreated to a safe place. Wei Bingwen also appeared beside him with blood. Hu... The lives of those soldiers are really miserable." After saying that, he sighed with regret. Cao Muwen turned his head and looked at him gently without saying anything.

Now he is not hungry, as if the fatigue just now, and the feeling of powerlessness disappears in an instant. Now the moon is slightly west, and it seems that the battle has reached the second half of the night. Maybe, soon, the sun will rise.

"A new day will come." Cao Muwen opened his mouth and wanted to say something, and finally blurted out this sentence.

"Ha?" Wei Bingwen obviously didn't understand what this sentence has to do with now.

Cao Muwen picked up the bows and arrows scattered on the ground and the arrow pot beside him. Although he could not shoot arrows, he could draw tigers according to cats. Somehow, Cao Muwen suddenly felt the power, and his weak arms suddenly returned the borrowed strength to him in an instant.

Cao Muwen slowly paced to a platform, and there were several archers next to him avoiding the bows and arrows flying down the city and the shouting in Mongolian by the Tataris below. Cao Muwen doesn't understand Mongolian, but listening to the noise below, like a roaring shout, anyone will understand that this is not a good word.

Some archers turned a deaf ear to some shouting and scolding, and some while avoiding the flying arrows, they also released arrows to the city while adding Chinese shouting and scolding! It seems that the situation just now shocked the whole wall and even the defenders in the city. The originally sluggish morale suddenly rose, and the news that the ammunition of the tartan stone thrower was insufficient also greatly boosted the morale of the army. The soldiers in the city were boiling for a while, and the killing sounded in the sky again.

"XX you XX. I XX, you XX." All kinds of standards and non-standard national scolding are also returned to the following people.

Cao Muwen's spirit and blood surged and came to his temperament. Looking at an archer on the side drawing arrows, stringing, pulling bows and shooting arrows, he seemed to do it himself. After completing it, Cao Muwen seemed to hypnotize himself, "Hmm! That's it. It's very simple.

"Ah ha!" For no reason, he laughed. Reflecting the moonlight as before, he roared: "Damn it! Come on! I'm here! Come and shoot me, come and shoot me! Haha!" After saying that, he burst into laughter.

Pull out the arrow from the arrow bag, tie the string, pull the bow, and shoot the arrow in one go. A sharp arrow cut through the air and flew out into the dark sky forever.

At this time, the moonlight is as calm as water, which is exactly the opposite of Datong City below.

A figure in the Tianfengling Mountains of Hengshan, one of the five mountains not far from Datong, is quietly watching. The original dark and night are reflected in her dark and slender figure under the action of the moonlight.

"Okay..." The voice is slender and elegant. As if muttering to herself, she turned around and looked at the one beside her...

"Very good! It seems that it will last for a while. But... it won't be long. Ouch! I'm a little tired." She shook her head gently, and her neck was as slender as a swan. After a while, he lowered his head and rested quietly.

Under the mountain, the hanging temple is prominent in the middle of the mountain.

It's dawn, early morning. The autumn morning is accompanied by this cool wind. Although it is cool, it is actually cool and comfortable to blow. At this time, the thick fog of one night also disappeared under the sunlight. At this time, how comfortable it would be to have a cup of good Longjing, sit on the rattan chair on the hillside, leisurely watch the sunrise and the golden yellow of autumn.

Ming people like to drink tea, but Mongolian people love to drink horse milk. Fortunately, there is nothing here now.

At this time, it was left behind. His surname is indeed not good, but this was passed on to him by his father. He didn't want to call him either, because the villagers said a cheap name that was easy to live and hard, so it happened to be homophonic - dog leftovers.

The leftover opened his mouth to the maximum, like a big mouth like a cow drinking. When he was a child, his father said that he had a big mouth and ate very fast. Every angry father knocked him on the head fiercely, "You little son, is it easy to grow some food at home? If you are a little bastard, the whole family will starve to death. Several times, his father wanted to sell him to Li from the neighboring village as a servant. But after all, it is a single seedling of three generations, and I still can't bear to part with it. After thinking about it, in the end, the leftovers became a soldier on one side.

The big mouth of the leftovers is also very famous in the army.

The leftover is also very proud, because he has been hated by the whole family because he can eat his big mouth since he was a child, but he does not blame his father, because even in good years, his family is full. There is too much food to be collected by the government. I don't know what the leftovers have. Anyway, many of them are. . He also thought lazily that he actually didn't have the brain.

Remember that a fellow villager in the army with him asked him, "In the future, if you are developed, what do you want to do?" Gou Yuzi said that he had no big wishes and he was not interested in being a senior official. I just want to eat, just want to make the whole family full, "If only I could eat meat every day!" This is his little wish.

"If that's true! I'm willing to die!" These are his heroic words.

However, you can't talk nonsense.

Gou's eyes were blurred, as if he had seen it. I saw countless foods. Brown dough cake, white dough cake, rice, small rice, rough white dough cake is big and small rice; ah! By the way, there is meat. Chicken, duck, fish, pork.

The leftovers want to raise his hands with difficulty to hold some of the food he dreamed of. He hasn't eaten these several times in his life!" So many!" The leftovers are full of cows.

"Ah! By the way, why did I forget the noodles!? When the remnants thought of this, the noodles also appeared out of thin air.

The next is - brown dough cake, white dough cake, rice, small rice, rough white dough cake with big and small rice "what! Why is it still these!? He just wanted to scold, but suddenly laughed again, "My mother taught me that people should not be greedy. It's good to have these food. I don't want anything else. Hee."

Now that the remaining wish has been fulfilled, what other requirements are there? Let's eat!

Suddenly, the leftovers desperately found that he couldn't eat it. My big mouth is gone. Let him whimper, want to make a sound, want to open his mouth and eat these delicacies.