The water continued to grow for seven days from the moon before it recovered.

When the soul was damaged, the best way was to sleep. During these seven days, Shui Congyue was bedridden for most of the time. Wu Gen took care of him every day and took good care of him. Not to mention holding his hair and spitting out food like the ancients, it was a waste of time.

A lot of thought.

On this day, seeing that the weather was fine, the spring breeze was faint, and they had nothing to do, the two of them sat in the courtyard and drank tea like the literati.

Shui Congyue took a sip of tea, picked up a broken leaf on the lid of the cup, and sighed: "I never thought that ghosts could be so dangerous and cause great damage to the soul. I have never suffered such a serious injury since I was a child.

In this case, Wu Gen, you are quite talented, and you have actually lived here for so many days."

It was rare to be praised by Shui Congyue, Wu Gen straightened his back, "You don't know something from Congyue, it's all for a reason." As the two got along with each other for a long time, their titles changed a bit.

"Oh, why."

"Did you know that my nickname is Shizhuier? The stone is smelly and hard, so it can't be broken by any monster."

"Is there still such a thing?"

"Then you are ignorant. When we were in the village, a fortune teller once said that a person's destiny is influenced by his or her name. When people in the countryside give their children baby names, they always want them to be called something ugly, like a dog.

Eggs, smelly little ones, are easy to feed."

"Absurd, the talk of strange powers and gods."

"Hey, I have to explain this carefully." Wu Gen rolled up his sleeves and was about to teach the truth about ugly people's lives. From the other side of the mountain, from the direction of Daxia Kingdom, the rumble of horse hooves could be heard.

, listening to this movement, there are dozens of riders.

Wu Gen's expression changed and he flew towards the beacon. Huangzhong Ridge was located in a remote area, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. Very few troops came here.

I hurriedly boarded the beacon and looked down. There was smoke and dust billowing at the foot of the mountain. More than forty horsemen were cruising around the pass. Looking at the bright breastplates, who could they be if they weren't Daxia soldiers and horses?

Looking at the brazier with wolf dung not far away, Wu Gen murmured in his heart. Although the terrain of Huangzhong Ridge is dangerous, it is not an important place for military strategists. Otherwise, no one will be watching for a long time and no one will take it seriously.

superior.

Otherwise, it's just because it's too steep. Coming from Daxia, there is only a winding and narrow mountain road accessible, and only one horse can pass through at the narrowest point.

Think about how long it would take thousands of horses to pass through the pass one by one. Moreover, the State of Zhao also set up beacons at the pass. The saying that one man can guard the pass and ten thousand men cannot open it is exactly how it is described here.

If the Daxia army were to attack Zhao, there were still three or four major roads to attack, and there was no need to take this small road to surprise any troops. Therefore, Huangzhong Ridge was only used as a beacon to observe the enemy's situation, and no heavy troops were stationed to guard it.

But today, why did the Great Xia Kingdom focus on this place? Could it be that they wanted to use all their troops? What came here was a surprise army.

Soon, dozens of cavalrymen, led by an officer, arrived a hundred feet away from the pass. This was the farthest distance a crossbow could shoot. It seemed that the leading officer was a veteran.

Shui Congyue also followed up at this time, holding a big halberd and looking at the soldiers and horses parked outside the pass, "Wu Gen, do you want to go out and fight?"

"No, no, no." Wu Gen shook his head like a rattle, "This place is dangerous and the cavalry cannot attack directly. They can only attack one by one. If the two of us abandon the pass and leave, we will play into the opponent's hands."

"It doesn't matter, there are only dozens of people, I'll just pick them up." Shui Congyue didn't care.

Feeling Shui Congyue's fighting spirit, Wu Gen quickly dissuaded him, "You don't have to put yourself in danger. I'll just wait and see. It's just that these people are far apart. Otherwise, if you shoot him a few arrows, you won't be so arrogant." He stretched out his hand.

Pointing downward, quite unwillingly.

Shui Congyue squinted his eyes, stretched out his thumb to estimate the distance between Daxia's soldiers and horses, looked at the crossbows that had been placed in the beacon one by one, shook his head and said: "The bow is weak, how can it defeat the enemy? Let me take it.

Here comes the carving bow."

I turned around and got off the beacon, and after a while, I came up with a long black bow. I don’t know what kind of material the bow is made of. It is completely black and has two tigers carved on it. The bow string is as thick as a child’s arm. I don’t know how much water can flow from the moon.

How could he pull such a strong bow? Standing by the crenel, Shui Congyue took a long arrow from the ballista. He put the arrow on the string, bowed forward with his left leg, and clasped the bow string with his right hand and slowly pulled it open.

Squeaking, Shui Congyue pursed her lips tightly, the bow in her hand was like a full moon, the brilliance flowed in the sunlight, and with a "boom" sound, the arrow flew out.

A strong wind passed over the beacon, and the wind and dust surged up, splitting the air like a bolt of lightning, and shot towards the Daxia cavalry who were still pointing.

In the blink of an eye, one cavalryman was shot through the chest, and the flying arrows continued unabated. He killed a second cavalryman and nailed the third man and horse to the ground.

Everything happened so suddenly, Wu Gen looked at the Daxia troops fleeing in the distance in a daze.

If he had some knowledge, he would have lamented something like "the crossbow's hair is like the blue waves swallowing the sun, and the arrow flies like lightning and flies like the wind." At this moment, the uneducated man only had three words in his mind: Edi God.

Shui Congyue looked calm, as if he had just taken a sip of wine, and turned around to get the second long arrow.

After experiencing a brief panic, the Daxia cavalry, under the command of the officer, quickly resumed their formation, keeping a distance from each other to avoid being killed by the other party.

It can also be seen from this that the tactical quality of the soldiers of Daxia is indeed higher than that of Zhao.

At the command, the cavalry did not retreat but advanced, spreading out and rushing toward the pass. When they approached the intersection in front of the pass, the road narrowed, and some people simply dismounted, holding their shields, and tried to climb up the steep hillsides on both sides.

The rest of the people fired arrows to cover the beacon, and the arrows flew towards the beacon like rain.

Facts have proved that the people of Daxia made the right choice. The area ten feet to one hundred feet in front of the beacon is the most dangerous. When they get closer, blocked by the mountains, the people on the beacon are unable to shoot their opponents due to the blind spot.

Seeing this scene, Shui Congyue put down the arrow in his hand, picked up the halberd with one hand, "Open the door, I will go out to meet the enemy, you use arrows to kill the skirmishers on both sides. If they are all scattered, it will not be possible."

Easy to clean up."

"There are many people on the other side. Be careful and don't go too far away from the pass." Wu Gen thought about it. He only had two people. If the other side came up from the bottom of the mountain, there would be a blind spot when shooting arrows from a high place. It would be difficult to deal with them.

With a promise, Shui climbed onto his horse from the beacon under the moonlight, rushed out of the small door under the beacon with his halberd, and headed straight for the enemy soldiers in front of the pass.

Wu Gen stood on the beacon, with arrows whizzing above his head. He hid behind the crenel, observing the opponent's movements, and tried to use arrows to stop the small group of stragglers climbing up the mountain.

At this moment, an unforgettable scene for Wu Gen appeared. On the mountain road under the beacon, a white horse rushed out of the pass like the wind. The man in white on the horse waved his halberd, as powerful as a rainbow, as brave as a chi, and like a handful of silver.

The sword plunged into the enemy formation.

The arrows flew in and were blocked by the halberds one after another. The white horse roared loudly, but its aura was not inferior to that of its master.

The officer on the opposite side saw the fierceness of the opponent's approach, waved his hand, and three cavalrymen came forward to meet him. As soon as the two sides met, they saw the men on their backs, and as soon as they waved their hands, the three cavalrymen had already fallen off their horses.

"What's the name of the person coming? Report it up." The officer from the Great Xia Kingdom shouted loudly while dispatching his men.

It's a good thing he didn't shout. As soon as he said the words, the white horse turned around and rushed towards him.

"Stop him." The officer yelled with all his strength. When the others saw this, some took out a stumbling rope with stones tied at both ends, some hurriedly threw out iron caltrops, and some picked up their bows and arrows.

They are all people who are used to fighting on the battlefield, so they naturally know how to deal with cavalry, and they carry many restraints with them.

Shui Congyue clamped the war horse under his crotch. The horse neighed, snorted, and suddenly accelerated. The halberd in his hand slammed the ground with force. With the force of the rebound, the man and horse rose into the air, avoiding the opponent's attack in an instant.

Various means.

The halberd was swung out, making a big circle, and was smashed towards the officer. This was really a smash, not a stab, a pick, or a cut. The huge heavy halberd was as light as a plaything in his hand.

The officer of the Great Xia Kingdom was about to urge his horse forward when his eyes blurred and a cold light fell from the sky. In panic, he hurriedly raised his long sword to block it.

There was a loud noise, and the fine-iron knife handle in the officer's hand bent into a crescent moon. The war horse beneath him whined, spread its legs, and lay on the ground. It was shocked to death by the force of the blow.

As for the officer on the horse, his arms fell limply, his eyes protruded outwards, and all his orifices were bleeding, and he fell limply on the horse corpse.

The power of the blow was so terrifying that the people around him were all dumbfounded and their livers and gallbladders were split apart as they watched the man in white robe leap over the officer and slaughter the other soldiers like mowing grass.

"We can't stop it anymore, run away." Someone shouted, and everyone present had no intention of fighting anymore and fled in all directions.

The water rushed from the moon like a wolf into a flock of sheep, either slashing or shooting at it, and the team of dozens of people was swept to pieces in the blink of an eye.

Wu Gen looked at the beacon and his blood was raging. This was not a human being, but a god and demon, a god of death sent by heaven to whip the world.

People who were still climbing on the mountains on both sides were dumbfounded. They were neither going up nor down, so they abandoned their weapons and descended.

After a short battle, more than a dozen corpses were left in the field, and eight people were captured.

The victory was so fruitful, Wu Gen couldn't help but feel elated. He looked up at Shui Congyue, who was sitting on the beacon and drinking alone, as if nothing had happened. He sighed in his heart, the world often said that there are hundreds of enemies and thousands of enemies, but I just thought it was an exaggeration.

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Today we know that there really is such a kind of person in the world. He is like a tiger in the wind and a dragon in the clouds. His anger swallows thousands of miles. He whistles in the breeze and extinguishes the smoke in his laughter.

The tied up prisoners were carefully interrogated as to why they attacked the Barren Tomb Ridge today uncharacteristically. It turned out that the Daxia border army had received a tip-off that a large amount of military supplies had been stationed on the Barren Tomb Ridge, but the defense was weak, with only a weak young man stationed there.

Thinking that if you can grab a deal, why not do this kind of risk-free business, you sent dozens of people over to inquire about it.

When I came here, I really felt like I was here to move things, even the carriages were brought here. Moreover, Daxia Kingdom did not think of sending troops to garrison here. After all, this place is far away from Daxia, so it is a useless place, and it is difficult to station a large number of troops.

Supplies are not easy, and there is really no point in occupying them.

Wu Gen's nose was so angry that he was crooked. This was a piece of work that was out of tune, conveying such false military information. He was basking in the sun at Huangzhong Ridge, selling private salt, and his life was so moist. Fighting, killing, etc.

The matter is with the Xiangjun camp. Why should you bully me, a little corps commander?

The smoke on the beacon was lit, and pillars of smoke rose up one after another, which was very eye-catching in the wilderness. The signal had been sent, and Wu Gen waited quietly for someone to come from the Xiang army camp.

Soon, in less than a day, a hundred horses rumbled in, led by Zhang Yuan. There were not enough people stationed in the small courtyard, so they had to dismount at the foot of the mountain to rest.

Looking at the prisoners squatting on the ground and the row of corpses, Zhang Yuan was extremely shocked. He didn't expect that the Barren Tomb Ridge, which had never had a war, suddenly started fighting, and even won. The one who won was still the gangster man.

of Wu Gen.

Not believing it, Zhang Yuan personally went to the Daxia Kingdom outside the pass and looked carefully on the ground. There were many arrows scattered on the blood-stained ground, and horse corpses and human limbs were still there.

After watching the battlefield, Zhang Yuan, accompanied by Wu Gen, went to rest in a small courtyard under the beacon. After all, he was exhausted after marching all the way. Along the way, he saw trenches and bunkers, and traps appeared one after another, which was shocking.

When I got to the entrance of the courtyard, I looked back at the large and small institutions along the way and sighed, "I never thought that this small deserted tomb ridge is managed by you like an iron bucket. There are only three or five people guarding this place.

Hundreds of people won't be a problem. Well, well, well, when I get back, I will definitely ask for credit from the music director."

Feeling agitated, he slapped the stone lion beside him with his right hand.

"No." Wu Gen was originally full of pride and beaming, but when he caught a sideways glance at Zhang Yuan's movements from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but be shaken to his core and hurriedly spoke out to stop him.

Zhang Yuan was startled, wondering what Wu Gen meant.

Suddenly, he felt a strong wind coming from behind him. When he turned his head, he saw that a huge tree had flown in front of him and hit his back. Zhang Yuan was hit and flew out, and his body fell heavily to the ground. Just as he was about to stand up, the ground suddenly

It cracked open, and a large dark pit appeared in front of you.

Wu Gen covered his eyes and couldn't bear to watch what happened next.
Chapter completed!