Chen Qing stretched out his hand to catch some rainwater, washed away the brain matter and pus and blood that obscured his eyes, used all his strength to lift the corpses on his body, and crawled out of the pile of corpses.
He was dizzy and his legs were weak, but Chen Qing gritted his teeth and stood up.
"Where am I?"
Chen Qing only remembers the moment when the drug dealer's truck hit him...
But what now? Gray rain and fog enveloped the earth, surrounded by an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. At the feet were countless stumps, severed limbs and split heads, and white brains were all over the ground.
The corpses of humans and horses were intertwined together, and their flesh and blood were so bloody that it was impossible to distinguish between humans and horses.
Blood and rain were mixed together, internal organs piled up on the ground, intestines hanging from broken weapons, even rain could not dilute the smell that permeated the heaven and earth...the unbearable stench.
Not far away, a horse with its front legs cut off lay in a pool of blood, looking at Chen Qing with sad eyes.
Chen Qing couldn't believe what he saw before him. Could it be...that this was hell?
"Wuchang Chen, save me!"
A low voice came from behind.
Chen Qing turned around. Among the piles of corpses, a thin hand was exposed and moved slightly.
Chen Qing hurriedly moved the corpses. He didn't know where he got the strength to drag the body of a war horse away, and then struggled to move three corpses. He was breathing heavily and couldn't straighten his waist.
The person asking for help was a young man. His face looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old. He looked like a sheep about to be slaughtered, lying helplessly in a pool of blood.
Seeing the young man's body, Chen Qing's heart suddenly sank into the abyss.
The young man was stabbed into the lower abdomen with a spear and nailed to the ground.
The young man was already dying, and his voice became lower and lower, "Captain, help me!"
He actually called himself Captain, and Chen Qing suddenly realized that this was not hell, this was a battlefield...
Chen Qing quickly held the boy's hand and shouted: "Tell me first, what year is it now and where am I?"
The young man's weak eyes suddenly brightened, and there was a flash of surprise. This was his last glimmer of hope. At the moment of reflection, he struggled to spit out four words: 'Fourth year of Jianyan...'
"ah!"
Chen Qing was shocked. In the fourth year of Jianyan, didn't the Northern Song Dynasty just fall?
"Hold on, hold on!"
Chen Qing slowly carried the young man out of the pile of corpses. The young man's head drooped softly and he was no longer breathing.
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The mud and blood were mixed together, making every step slippery. Chen Qing used a broken spear as a crutch and stumbled among the corpses.
At this time, a war horse neighed from behind.
Turning around, in the mist and rain, a cavalryman appeared dozens of steps away, wearing iron armor, with a hat on his head that looked like two banana peels turned upside down, and two horns.
He carried a long knife at his waist, a spear in his hand, and a sharp ax on his back. His cold eyes penetrated the rain and fog, like a leopard that had found its prey, cold and fierce.
There were more than a dozen human heads hanging under the neck of the war horse and on both sides of the saddle. The tall war horse was spitting out white air, and its thick iron hooves were beating on the ground.
Chen Qing suddenly understood that this must be the Jurchen cavalry.
He turned around and ran away. The Jurchen cavalry gave a sharp shout and chased him on horseback.
In a moment, Chen Qing was overtaken by a war horse. The Jurchen cavalry showed a cruel smile on their faces, raised their spears high and stabbed him hard in the back.
This is not the first time Chen Qing has committed a murder. He has faced vicious drug lords countless times. He has the calmness of a mountain and the acumen of a cheetah.
He dodged his body and turned onto his back, dodging the Jurchen cavalry's thunderous thrust.
The Jurchen cavalry thrust a spear into the air with too much force. There was a "click!" sound, and the spear penetrated the iron scale armor of the corpse of a Song army general.
The Jurchen cavalry drew their spears and stabbed back, but unexpectedly the spearhead was stuck by the iron scale armor.
The opportunity comes in an instant, and if you don't seize it, it will be lost in an instant. Chen Qing seized this opportunity, picked up half of the spear and stabbed it hard.
The rain and mist blurred the corner of the Jurchen cavalry's eyes, and he did not notice or realize that the prey was attacking him.
'puff!'
The sharp spear penetrated the Jurchen cavalry's armor and penetrated his lower back.
The Jurchen cavalry screamed, turned their horses and fled, disappearing in the gray rain and fog in a moment.
Chen Qing was also completely exhausted. He sat down in the muddy water. Every muscle in his body was in pain. The pain made his whole body convulse...
After resting for half an hour, my physical strength recovered a little.
Chen Qing stood up, turned the headless general's body over, and peeled off the iron scale armor from his body.
Chen Qing took off his thick leather armor, wiped the rain off his face, and carefully put on the iron scale armor.
In fact, both armors have similar effects in close combat, and neither can protect his neck or head, but the iron scale armor can give him a slightly more sense of security.
Chen Qing took out a packet of dry biscuits from the general's arms and stuffed it into his arms.
He also saw a bronze medal on the opponent's waist and pulled it off as well.
‘Woo——’
Suddenly the sound of antlers was heard in the distance, and Chen Qing felt the silhouette of the cavalry swaying in the distance. He was frightened and ran away to the north.
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When daybreak was approaching, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Chen Qing finally walked out of the battlefield.
At this time, Chen Qing unexpectedly met four Song soldiers who were as lucky as him to survive.
The four of them looked at Chen Qing uneasily. The iron scale armor on Chen Qing's body caused the other party to misunderstand.
The misunderstanding is not important, the important thing is that they really need a leader.
"Call me Chen Yuhou!"
Chen Qing's tone was calm. He didn't understand the military system of the Song Dynasty. He could only remember that there was a Marquis of Lu Yu in "Water Margin" who seemed to be a low-level general.
"Chen Yuhou, where should we go?"
The four soldiers, who were soaked like drowned rats, looked at him longingly.
"I'm a little confused, where are we now?"
“It’s in Fuping County!”
The 'Battle of Fuping' flashed through Chen Qing's mind like a flash of lightning.
In the fourth year of Jianyan's reign, the Jin soldiers attacked Sichuan and Shaanxi. Two hundred thousand Song troops fought a decisive battle with tens of thousands of Jin soldiers led by Wanyan Loushi in Fuping County, Guanzhong. The Song army ended in a disastrous defeat, and tens of thousands of soldiers died on the battlefield.
They are the survivors among tens of thousands of fallen soldiers.
Chen Qing suddenly realized that he should go south, but it was wrong to go north. The main force of the Song army retreated towards Sichuan.
But at this time, he couldn't help himself. Several low antler horns were heard not far away, and they were discovered by the Jurchen Rangers.
"Let's go!"
Chen Qing led four Song soldiers and ran towards a forest to the north.
Three Jurchen ranger cavalry rushed from the side, with ferocious faces and murderous intent, holding sharp axes. The distance was getting closer and closer. They were still more than a hundred steps away from the woods, but the cavalry was only twenty steps away from them.
step.
"Stop running!" Chen Qing shouted and stopped.
"You're going to die anyway, so why not fight them!"
He waved his spear and roared: "Kill -"
Chen Qingyi rushed towards the oncoming Jurchen cavalry without hesitation.
The four Song soldiers were shocked by Chen Qing's determination. The eldest soldier suddenly raised his spear and shouted: "Fight them!"
Four Song soldiers also rushed forward.
The Ranger Cavalry are the elite scouts of the Jurchen Army. The three cavalry are all large and round-waisted, and are proficient in martial arts. They are especially good at horseback riding and archery. Unfortunately, it rained too hard and the bow strings were soaked and softened by the rain, so the cavalry could not use their bows and arrows.
When the leader of the Jurchen cavalry saw several remnants of the Song Army rushing toward him, he sneered with arrogance on his face, put away his sharp axe, took off his spear, accelerated his horse speed, and stabbed the opponent with a spear.
Chen Qing rushed in front of him, but he suddenly disappeared. The Jurchen cavalry pierced the air with a spear. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain under the right rib, which was heartbreaking. The Jurchen cavalry screamed and turned over and fell off the horse.
Before he could land, Chen Qing pierced his temple with a spear in the air, killing the Jurchen cavalryman on the spot.
Chen Qing waved his spear and faced another Jurchen cavalry.
The morale of the four Song soldiers was greatly boosted, and they besieged a Jurchen cavalry. After only a moment, the horse was stabbed down, knocking the Jurchen cavalry to the ground. The four Song soldiers rushed forward and divided the body into pieces with swords.
The Jurchen cavalry who were fighting fiercely with Chen Qing saw that the situation was not good, turned their horses and fled, blowing the horn for help at the same time.
"Woo! Woo!"
Chen Qing raised his arms and threw his spear. The spear drew a parabola and pierced the enemy's body from behind. The tip of the spear came out from the chest. The huge inertia took the Jurchen cavalry off their horses and nailed them to the ground.
The wonderful strike made the four soldiers cheer with excitement.
Suddenly, the answering horn sound came from the south, and the newly captured war horse suddenly broke away from Liu Wu's hand and ran towards the sound of the horn.
"Yuhou, they are coming!" Zhao Xiaoyi pointed in the distance and shouted in fear.
In the vast rain and fog, hundreds of Jurchen cavalry rushed from the south with a terrifying momentum.
"Run!"
Chen Qing dropped his spear and ran towards the woods with four of his men.
