Chapter 73 The fusion of ice and fire in the snow
After staying up all night, I finally wrote the letter to Jiang He.
The messenger took the letter and left, quickly heading north. Wei Ji subconsciously looked towards the north.
Not far away, Wei soldiers were burying pots to make rice. The wounded who survived yesterday's battlefield had their wounds wrapped and were eating delicious vegetable porridge in their hands.
When they saw Wei Ji, they all stood up and saluted.
Wei Ji nodded and walked forward, holding a silver bell in his hand.
They survived.
I wonder if Xiaohe will be angry. After reading the contents of the letter, she will understand her decision.
With him and her joining hands, Wei Guo will not miss 15 years of recuperation.
The first snow fell gently from the sky. He slowly raised his head, but his expression suddenly froze.
In the distant sky, a thick black smoke rose.
There are beacon towers in every city in Wei State. When a warning is given, beacon fires will be lit one after another.
The direction of the thick smoke at this time is——
The silver bell fell to the ground and rolled into the cracks in the soil.
Layers of snowflakes covered Wei Ji's softness at this moment.
Because Mi Fuchu ordered to capture people alive, the Chu army could not use bows and arrows.
The ten-foot-high wall was not difficult to climb. After just half an hour, the gate was knocked down and enemy soldiers poured into the small village.
Jiang He, together with the remaining tens of thousands of Wei troops, protected the Wei people in the Zhengzhong military turned their backs to the people and faced the enemy troops, fighting with swords.
These people are not the elite of the Wei army.
They are those who pull carts, raise horses, cook, and trim armor...
But now, they are the ones holding bows, raising swords, and risking their lives to protect the people...
The heavy snow was falling, and in the face of the Chu army's wheel tactics of attacking in batches, Jiang He's resourcefulness was only enough to use more support to reduce casualties.
The Chu army came too fast and fiercely. The Wei army's catapults were out of stones, their kerosene was burned out, their arrows were all shot, and their shields were smashed, but they still couldn't stop them.
After a round of attacks, the Chu army retreated outside the low wall to rest. Some generals counted the Wei soldiers and found that there were only more than 3000 soldiers left.
There was no time to bury the bodies of their comrades, so they had to take off the nameplates and pull them aside; the wounded bandaged each other and then picked up their weapons; there was no resting place, so they sat down against their comrades.
Jiang He knew that they could only withstand one more attack.
The surroundings were as quiet as a cemetery, and only faint sounds could be heard vaguely coming from the military camp hiding from the people.
It was a girl singing Wei folk songs.
"The soldiers are beating drums, and the king is using his troops. The Song Dynasty is peaceful, but there is no one to return. The people are rich, and I can't live without them. The soldiers and chariots are ordering, and they are repaying with their lives..."
The Wei soldiers who were sitting or standing gradually raised their heads and softly sang in harmony with the girl.
"I came out of my car to herd the other side. No one dares to disobey the emperor's order. I miss you as a gentleman, and I raise a new grave. I protect my family and country, but I will not return now..."
I protect my family and my country, but I will not return now.
Jiang He was shocked and turned around, seeing the door of the military camp being opened and many people walking out one after another.
They are the people of Bu Village.
A thin boy, a stout farmer, an old man, and a woman who cruelly pushed her child back to the military camp.
They took the swords and guns from the dead soldiers and stood with the Wei soldiers.
I protect my family and my country, but I will not return now.
The home and country are not only those of these soldiers, but also theirs.
In the distance, the Chu army was preparing for the next round of attack. Jiang He reached out and took out a letter from his sleeve and slowly opened it.
The black envelope is fastened with an ebony clasp.
This is the letter Zhao Zheng wrote to her.
Jiang He took the letter from the house under the pear tree to the battlefield outside Daliang. He tried to open it several times, but in the end he couldn't.
She wanted to know what he had written, but was afraid that what he had written would change her decision.
There is no need to be afraid now, she only has one hour left in her life.
What comes into view is a series of powerful seal scripts: "Once upon a time, there was a sea crab..."
Jiang He shook his head and smiled bitterly. This was really not something Zhao Zheng could say.
She unfolded the letter completely and read the words at the back carefully.
——"Once upon a time, there was a sea crab. It was very proud and very arrogant, so it walked sideways. One day, a terrible strange fish came into the sea, and everyone ran for their lives. An eel was bitten by the strange fish, and the sea crab The crab shouted: "Help me! This time last year, I helped you clean the cave." The sea urchin was bitten by a strange fish and shouted to the crab: "Help me, I caught a sea ant a few days ago." Grasshopper, I gave it to you to eat.' The sea crab rescued them all, but it no longer had the strength to go home. All eight of its legs were eaten by the strange fish, leaving only the bulging shell, and it died soon. That night, the mother of the sea crab finally found the sea crab. It cried and said: 'Why are you so stupid? How can their little help be worth your life?'"
He told a story that seemed to be told to children. At the end of the letter, Zhao Zheng wrote: "Jiang He, only by being ruthless can you survive."
My father once said that if you want to live well, you must first eat enough.
Zhao Zheng now says that if you want to survive, you must first be ruthless.
Jiang He shook his head and stuffed the letter into his sleeve. Tears gradually blurred his vision, but there was a stubborn and uncompromising smile on his face.
She said to the dense snowflakes: "You are stupid. Where can there be sea grasshoppers in the sea?"
Zhao Zheng, you are stupid.
What a pity, I couldn't do it.
The soldiers had already stood up one after another, and Jiang He also stood time, she wanted to test whether her arms were strong enough to pierce the enemy's belly with a long knife.
"Soldiers!" The woman in red stood in the fluttering snowflakes and shouted loudly, "Jiang He of Qi State is in the same robe as the soldiers of Wei State, has the same hatred, and kills the enemy together! Kill!"
The flying snowflakes don't care who they are burying.
Is he a concubine with a violent temper and loves to drink, or is he a cowardly soldier who is afraid of death; is he a salesman and hawker who fights with a knife for the first time, or is he a mother who protects her child in her doesn't care, it's ruthless.
Jiang He knew that there were fewer and fewer Wei troops around him. He knew that the Chu troops in khaki clothes were gradually attacking him. He knew that he had not been hit by an arrow. Perhaps the opponent was preparing to humiliate him in every possible will not commit suicide, she will fight until the last moment.
But suddenly there was a shaking in front of my eyes, and a running horse rushed into the battlefield.
Xuanyi's cavalry and Qingyi's cavalry joined in, and someone shouted loudly, "It's one of our own, and I also killed the Chu thieves."Someone fell from his horse in a panic, cursing.
In the chaos, a person climbed up from the slippery ground and shouted: "Sister, I'm coming!"
Jiang He was overjoyed, but he couldn't believe it: "Why is it you?"
"Get out of the way!" A cold male voice sounded at the same time, and then Jiang He saw the Chu State officer who suddenly rushed in front of him and his head was separated.
The officer's body fell down, revealing a man on a war horse.
Jiang He's heart felt like it was being grabbed and released, it was pounding, almost jumping out of his throat.
The man on the horse had dark clothes, a handsome face, a look of anger that stirred mountains and rivers, and a stern sneer on his lips.
He slashed the enemy to death with one blow, and his eyes fell on Jiang He.
The rapidly falling snow made it difficult for him to see Jiang He's expression clearly, but she was standing and she was not dead.
"Jiang Ben," he did not speak to Jiang He, but turned his head and said to Mr. Qi Guo, "protect your sister."
Zhao Zheng, the king of Yong State, scattered with his cavalry.
His instructions rang in the air: "Don't leave alive, all Chu soldiers and horses will be killed without mercy!"
"Yes!" The mountain roared and the tsunami responded, heralding the victory of this war.
Compared with Zhao Zheng's instructions, Jiang Ben was simpler: "Protect the princess and kill the Chu thieves!"
The surrounding people responded in a chaotic manner, and the Qi cavalry who followed Jiang Ben who arrived first rushed out.
He got a set of armor from somewhere. It was long but narrow and didn't fit legs were injured and they were tied up that Jiang He was fine, Jiang Ben smiled happily.
"Sister, it's great that you're okay! I see my brother-in-law is here too. Am I not here at the right time?"
"What a coincidence." Jiang He said, "The Chu army is not only here, but there are also many outside Daliang City. You want to train troops, this is an opportunity."
Jiang Ben slapped the bronze helmet vigorously, shook off the thin snow, and curled his lips and said: "I wanted to train Wei's soldiers, and I didn't say I wanted to train my own. I just rescued my sister. I originally wanted to I went to Daliang City to make my sister look good, but I was a little scared to see how the Yong soldiers fought."
What is the fighting style of Yongguo soldiers...
Jiang He looked towards the battlefield.
They showed no mercy to their enemies and were ruthless and terrifying. Every time they killed someone, they would definitely cut off the other person's head and tie it to the tail of a of them had killed many enemies, and a bunch of heads were shaking behind them.
The Yong Kingdom had a system of promotion to nobility for military merit. In order to encourage killing enemies, soldiers were required to receive rewards based on their heads after the war.
He said that you have to be ruthless to survive.
He did indeed do this, and so did the state of Yong.
Jiang He has always known that compared to the complicated and weak Wei State, assisting Zhao Zheng to wipe out the six countries is a faster way to quell the because she didn't want to let Wei Ji feel sad, and because she wanted to repay her life-saving grace, she wanted to help Wei Ji get everything.
but……
She walked forward, walked around the fallen soldiers, and looked at the children who fell on their parents. Her throat was sore and she was speechless.
At noon, the fighting gradually subsided.
Someone came out of the smoke and snow, but it was not Zhao Zheng, but another familiar man.
He was not wearing a cloak to protect him from the cold. He was hit by an arrow in his arm and had scratches on his face. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell who he was.
Jiang He took a few steps forward, covering his mouth in confusion but shock.
Jiang Ben's body also froze and asked: "Guan Zong?"
"Your Highness." Zongjun tilted his body and knelt on the ground.
The snow was freezing, but he didn't seem to know it.
"Zongjun," Jiang He stepped forward to pull him up, but he remained motionless, "What's wrong with you? Why are you here? Are you here with Zhao Zheng, or..."
No, no, he will not come with Zhao Zheng.
His mission is to stay in Luoyang and take care of her father.
Jiang He even told Zongjun that if she never came back, he would take her father to Yong to live.
Among the seven kingdoms, only the capital of Yong Kingdom is likely to encounter the least war in the future.
But he came here.
"Zongjun," Jiang He's legs gradually became weak, as if someone had taken away her strength. She struggled to support herself and leaned over, asking, "Tell me, my father, where is he?"
A hoarse but indistinct voice came out of Zongjun's throat. He knocked his head into the ice and snow and howled loudly.
Jiang He asked no more questions.
She followed the way Zongjun came from, heading north and out of the city.
As long as she wouldn't be killed on the spot, she would keep walking until she reached her father.
Find him and see what's wrong with him.
(End of this chapter)