"A large army travels with thousands of chariots, carrying Yan to the south and Zhao to the north, with swordsmen and talented men... A small division marches eastward, with a thousand horses and thousands of cavalry, carrying merchants from the south to the north, and ruffians and wounded soldiers..."
Shi Yetian sat on the chariot, looked at the meandering army, and sighed secretly. However, what reassured him was that his forward guard Zeng Yi was not worrying. He stopped more and walked less along the way, and saw the village
When resting and setting up camp when encountering water, the army could not travel thirty miles in a day. Anyway, they were taking their time and marching slowly.
Shi Yetian was naturally not in a hurry. He had no intention of fighting Dongyi in the first place. However, the defender Mingxian suffered a lot. He got angry and chased Zeng Yi. Regardless of the scolding, he rushed into Shi Yetian's chariot several times and shouted.
Change the striker. Zeng Yi is old and cunning, so naturally he is not the same as him. Every time, he greets him with a smile and coaxes him to leave. However, he still goes his own way, pressing his steps and moving eastward step by step.
However, Han Biao was interested and knew that Mingxian was good at wine, so he asked his teacher Ye Tian to send him a hundred jars of good wine. He made Mingxian drunk every day, and his days suddenly became much quieter.
In addition to the daily military meeting, Shi Yetian hid in the chariot and meditated on the hexagrams Jiang Ziya left for him.
"Fuck! You damn old man, why don't you ask me for a charade? Just tell me good or bad luck!" In the past few days, Shi Yetian has scolded Jiang Ziya so many times that he sneezed and caught colds.
"Fuck! How can you burn your body to become an immortal? What does it have to do with me going out to fight! And this sentence is even more outrageous for his grandmother... holding a big sheep on a dangerous bridge..." Shi Yetian drank a glass of wine and complained.
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"I said, mistress...what are you doing? Come on out and explain to me what this hexagram means. By the way, Old Man Jiang didn't say anything else at all?"
A breeze blew by, and a figure appeared in front of Shi Yetian. Yin San sighed, "I don't know either, Master!" These days, his ears have become calloused.
Looking at the Ruo Youruo shadow, Shi Yetian suddenly seemed to remember something, smiled slightly and said: "Xiao San'er, that old man Jiang must have given you a lot of benefits! Look, your flavor is different now!
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Yin San laughed and said, "Master Jiang is very interesting. He taught me a small set of mental techniques. My skills have greatly increased, and even the fierceness in the dark wind has been reduced a lot!"
Shi Yetian nodded and smiled: "Yes, your Master Jiang is quite interesting! Well, quite interesting!! His grandma's... Tianzun Dibao..."
I heard Yin San scream, his shadow shook, and the breeze blew up and got into Shi Yetian's bag. Shi Yetian held the bag firmly in his hand and said viciously: "Xiao San'er, tell me.
Come on, if I hear you say a nice word to Old Man Jiang again, just keep it inside and never think of it!"
Shi Yetian drank a large glass of wine in one gulp and said bitterly: "Fuck! Who cares about Baicao, big sheep... I won't guess anymore, we'll see!"
The army marched in a meandering way, dragging for more than ten days to reach the border of the Shang Kingdom. When they got here, they were more than half of the way to the expedition to Dongyi, because from here onwards, there are continuous mountains as far as the eye can see, and there are dense mountains.
The dense jungles, mountains and deep jungles are their ultimate goal, Dongyi.
In the jungle on the mountains, a passage dozens of feet wide has been cut out by the hundreds of thousands of Eastern Expedition troops in front. From a distance, it looks like the head of a long-haired beauty has been shaved from the middle, exposing the bare scalp and rocks.
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The mountain road was difficult to travel and the horses could not go up, so the army had to advance on foot. The horses were temporarily managed by the border troops and would be returned when they came back.
The fifteen medical doctors trained by Shi Yetian played a key role. After more than ten days of training, the 500 wounded have fully recovered their combat effectiveness. At this time, Shi Yetian's Raging Lion Army happened to number 1,500 people.
Entering the dense forest, Zeng Yi was even more careful. He set up camp before dusk every day, posted more sentries, and lit huge bonfires to prevent attacks by wild beasts.
The night is deep, and there is no daylight in the dense forest. The originally dense starry sky is covered by trees, leaving only a sliver of dark starlight. You can't see your fingers. Even the light from the piles of bonfires cannot shine more than a foot away. The air is hot and humid.
, makes people want to open their chests and breathe fresh air directly.
In addition to the buzzing of mosquitoes and the intermittent roar of ligers and tigers, all that is left is the sleepy chatter of tired soldiers in the camp. The soldiers on night duty hold long knives in their arms, sitting or standing, patrolling around. Originally, there were few human traces in this dense forest.
Although this place belongs to Dongyi, the army of the Eastern Expedition has already driven those barbarians deeper into the dense forest. It is relatively safe here. Therefore, the soldiers on guard at night relaxed their vigilance, and some simply sat by the fire.
Doze off to sleep.
The march was hard, coupled with their day's mountain climbing, the snoring in the barracks was like thunder. Suddenly, a clear bird chirped, followed by two distant wolf howls, and a pitiful cry of "Ah..."
The sleeping soldiers were suddenly awakened.
The one who screamed was the night watch soldier in the rear guard. Mingxian was the first to get up, hold a torch and rush out, running towards the direction of the scream. Behind him were dozens of soldiers.
When Shi Yetian arrived after hearing the news, among several generals, Zeng Yi, Yu Wenguang, and Han Biao all arrived one after another. The soldier who screamed just now was dead, his face was black and blue, and he was obviously poisoned. Shi Yetian had recently trained
A doctor was examining his body. He took out a hard wooden thorn from his arm and chest. The tips of the wooden thorns were a little dark, which was obviously coated with highly toxic poison.
"Where is Mingxian?" Shi Yetian looked around, but there was no sign of Mingxian.
A soldier said: "The Ming school guards have gone to chase the enemy!"
"In which direction did you go?" Shi Yetian asked.
The soldier pointed eastward and said, "That way!"
Shi Yetian nodded, thought for a moment, and immediately said: "Quickly, chase him back!"
"Yes!" Han Biao replied, leading a dozen soldiers to chase east.
"Where are the sentries on the same duty as him?" Shiye Tiandao said.
According to regulations, sentries on night duty are always in teams of two, so Shi Yetian asked this question.
"I'm chasing the enemy with the Ming School Guards!" the soldier just replied.
At this moment, a group of torches rushed towards us. The leader was Han Biao, who had just left. Behind him, two guards carried a big man and ran towards us in a panic. Behind him were dozens of people.
The soldiers formed a circle like iron barrels, facing east and retreating to protect them.
"It's not good... the Ming school guard is injured!" a soldier shouted.
Shi Yetian felt a shiver in his heart and hurriedly ran over. However, he saw that Mingxian was already unconscious, his left arm was swollen very high, and a wooden thorn penetrated deep into the muscle. He was standing in leather armor, and the wooden thorn could only pierce his arm.
To lose a general without fighting is a very bad omen. Everyone including Shi Yetian had a dark look on their faces.
Shi Yetian put his hand to Mingxian's mouth and nose, feeling that he was still breathing weakly, and hurriedly said: "There is still hope, put it down quickly...get the knife!"
A sharp long knife was handed over to him. Shi Yetian reached out and grabbed the torch from a soldier's hand, roasted the long knife blade on the fire, raised his heart horizontally, and cut into Mingxian's left arm where the arrow was.
A large piece of flesh and blood was cut off, and black blood with a pungent stench flowed out. Seeing the black blood gradually turning red, Shi Yetian breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and told the doctor the names of several medicines.
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The medical man immediately ran to the grain truck, took out a large bag of medicinal materials, and sent several kinds over.
These medicines are all herbs with detoxification and swelling effects. Because I was in a rush for the expedition, I didn't bother to prepare them, so I only brought the raw materials to prepare pills or patches on the road. The same is true for other medicines for knife wounds.
Shi Yetian broke the few herbs into pieces, put them into his mouth and chewed them carefully. Then he gently applied it on Mingxian's wound. He asked the doctor for some clean linen and wrapped it around him. Then he stood up and signaled