When it got dark, Ao Canghai came back. He looked very miserable. The cotton armor on his body had two big holes. A piece of scalp was missing from his head, and a big lock of hair was also missing. It was already scabbed.

Blood stains stretched from the top of his head to his chin. There was an arrow stuck in his shoulder, but fortunately it did not penetrate the cotton armor.

He used the snow to help Ao Canghai wipe the blood, checked the wound and applied some gold sore medicine. That was all, and Yuan Ang wanted to leave the rest. This guy is now busy in the wounded barracks at the back!

It is said to be a wounded soldiers camp, but in fact there is not even a tent. The wounded soldiers are lying on the ground, and a blanket is spread on the ground and they lie on it, which is considered a good treatment.

The snow fell even harder, and the battlefield fell into silence. Li Xiao and Ao Canghai hid in the trench to take shelter from the wind. It was too damn cold. It was impossible for the army to carry all the firewood when they came out, and it was even less possible to go out to collect firewood now.

.You can only huddle in the trench dug during the day and suffer!

Neither of the two people spoke. They just listened to the "woo" and "woo" sounds of the wounded soldier lying outside. It seemed like he was crying, but also like he was laughing. It was the sound of unbearable pain. There is no doctor here.

Use whatever medicine you have with you that can be used. The rest can only be carried. If you can resist it, you will live, if you can't resist it, you will die. There is no reason to say this in this shitty era.

Li Xiao had never heard such a frightening sound in his entire life. They came in large swaths, like a tide rushing over him.

Snowflakes fell. It was too dark and Li Xiao couldn't see the snowflakes. He only felt that his body was cold and wet, and the soft patches on his hands slowly melted.

Not long after, a thick layer of snowflakes accumulated on the ground!

Li Xiao and Ao Canghai squeezed together to keep each other warm. They felt that the white breath coming out of each other's mouth was cold. Ao Canghai squeezed Li Xiao and said, "Boy, don't sleep. If you sleep at this time, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep for the rest of your life."

I can’t wake up. Eat something and have the strength to survive.”

With trembling hands, he took a piece of stone-like cake from Ao Canghai's hand, put it in his mouth and gnawed with difficulty. When his teeth gnawed on the cake, there was actually a sound of chewing a stone. "Crack", "click", in the darkness

The sound can be heard far away. Apart from the "swishing" sound of the muddy river water carrying ice and snow, this seems to be the only sound that is not tragic at night.

After a while, a similar sound came from the trench next to it.

Outside the trench, Eight Banners soldiers were running in the distance holding torches, as if to remind the Qi Army that they had not left yet.

"I have fought many battles, and every time I tell myself that I can survive. Look at this knife, it scratched my head. If I lowered it a few inches, half of my head would be gone. Boy,

Believe me. As long as you think that you will not die, you will not die!" Ao Canghai seemed to be thirsty, so he grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth.

Neither of them spoke for the next two days. Li Xiao was just thinking about his younger brothers and sisters. Li Xiu was sensible, Li Hu was reckless, and Li Hao was clever. And there was cute Xiaoyu, oh, by the way! And that flat-haired cat.

Beast! It feels so good to be the big brother, to be respected and loved by others. That kind of warmth cannot be expressed in words.

As I thought about it, my heart felt like it was blocked. It was like I couldn't breathe, as if someone had covered my mouth and nose.

In the second half of the night, the whimpering outside the trench gradually became quieter. Li Xiao thought that most of them should have fallen asleep. Only a few people were still making "woo" and "woo" sounds, and the sound floated one after another.

He floated back and forth, sounding like he was talking. If you asked a question, he would answer. The voice was desolate, and it didn't sound like it was coming from a living person.

After a long time, there was only one voice left whimpering. The voice was as low as a mosquito's chirping, flying lightly on the face. Listening to it, it no longer sounded like moaning, but more like singing something.

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The surroundings were so quiet that there was no sound at all. There was only this sound, whirling around there for a long time.

My eyes felt a little cold, and after the tears melted the snow, they flowed into my neck like cold wind blowing in.

Li Xiao felt like he was about to freeze. The feeling of blood freezing was very scary. There was a tingling sensation on his fingertips, and Li Xiao had to move. It is not surprising that people freeze to death in the winter in the Northeast.

, when I was in Inner Mongolia, people who drank too much would often fall asleep on the street, and they would be freezing to death the next morning.

Suddenly, a long scream came from the field, followed by a second one.

Not everyone can stand it. Some guys can't stand it anymore. They want to run out in the darkness, but are caught by the Eight Banners soldiers who are wandering like wolves. You can imagine their fate with your buttocks!

After about a dozen screams, they were no longer heard. Maybe people understood that if they ran out, they would die. Or maybe they thought that they would die if they ran or not, so they were too lazy to move!

Li Xiao was very lucky to be wearing a cotton coat sewn by Sister Qiao. He had no shortage of money recently and had plenty of cotton. Otherwise, he would have frozen to death.

He stood up, squatted down repeatedly, stood up and squatted down again. Ao Canghai looked at Li Xiao like a fool, thinking that the child was frozen.

The effect was very good. My numb limbs began to move. My whole body gradually became warm. Although I knew that this would consume a lot of energy, I had no choice. If I stayed in it any longer, I would really freeze to death. Until I saw sweat on my forehead, Li

Xiao then stopped, took out the pancake and started to eat it.

The pancake in my arms is soaked in the heat and doesn't seem to be that hard anymore. It's just a little salty!

I can’t care about that much anymore, it’s more serious to eat something to replenish your physical strength. Anyway, if you have something to eat, you can replenish your physical energy. Fortunately, there is snow everywhere. If you feel thirsty, you can just grab a handful of snow and stuff it into your mouth.

After staying up all night, he finally saw the morning star rising. When the sky turned white, Li Xiao knew that he had finally survived the night. Li Xiao swore that this was the first time he was so excited to see the light of day.

When it was daybreak, there was no sound. Li Xiao pulled Ao Canghai and lay on the edge of the trench to look out. The hundreds of wounded soldiers who were still shouting yesterday were all dead. They were lying on the ground in a mess, motionless.

.The body was covered with white snow, forming a human-shaped bulge on the ground.

All the people who were still alive hiding in the trench stared blankly for a long time, and no one said anything. Even Ao Canghai, who was used to seeing life and death, stood still for a long time. After a long time, Ao Canghai shook his head and sighed: "It's miserable.

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What Li Xiao didn't expect was that just last night, it was equally tragic in his house in Liaoyang!

PS: Thanks to the book friends, I finally have time to reward! Your support is Lao Long’s biggest motivation, thank you! Thank you! The second update is here, please check it out.

There will definitely be people who don't like chapters like this. Internet articles are just for fun. If you write something so sad and miserable, you will definitely be scolded. Lao Long is mentally prepared for this.

But Lao Long still wrote it. I wanted to write a story about the Han nation with flesh and blood for you readers.

Our nation has heroes who can be sung and cried, and traitors who are hated and reviled. We have enlightened ideas, but we also have the dross of feudalism and conservatism. We are strong, but we are also weak. We are proud, but we also have low self-esteem. We are brave, but we are also timid.

We are a nation full of contradictions!

Lao Long wants to use his words to show everyone a vivid and vivid world of the late Ming Dynasty.

There are good people and bad people here.

Someone slashed at the enemy with blood scattering into the sky!
Chapter completed!