"It is easy to lament that it is easy to kill someone, but it is difficult to die calmly." Recent Thoughts
As a scout, you not only need to have rich experience in detecting the enemy's situation, but also have to have timely response methods when encountering emergencies. Wu Changcheng and other six people made a prompt decision, galloped across a hillside on horseback, and then left the road.
, abandoned his horse and hid deep in the dense forest.
However, the people behind him were getting closer and closer, and soon the forest was filled with soldiers and horses searching for him.
The young man did not look frightened at all. Instead, he looked at the trees and terrain around him, with countless thoughts spinning rapidly in his mind.
"Be honest with me." Cheng Dang pressed the boy's head into the grass with one hand. This was a small earth bag in the forest. The two of them were hiding in the shade of the earth bag, which was covered with withered yellow weeds.
and shrubs, which just shaded their figures.
As for Song Ding and the other three scouts, they were hiding in other places from far to near.
According to the observation just now, what Cheng Dang ran into this time was not a scout team, but a pioneer of nearly a hundred people. This kind of pioneer is often responsible for inspecting the road conditions ahead, responding to encounters with enemy troops at any time, and preparing for ambushes. The distance
Not far behind them, the main force of the army must be following.
Generally speaking, the number of such forwards has a certain pattern with the main force of the army. If the army is close to ten thousand, then the forwards this time should have at least a thousand people, but it is only less than a hundred riders. The experienced Cheng Dang quickly made an estimate in his mind.
, and came to the conclusion that the number of this army was only two or three thousand at most.
But this does not make Cheng Dang much easier, because not only are everyone in this vanguard team well-equipped, but their mounts are all tall and majestic Xiliang horses without exception. Such horses are often carefully crafted by the Xiongnu, Qiang and other tribes.
Breeding good horses is extremely rare in the Central Plains. Even Chengdang only saw a few of his generals riding around him when Sun Jian, the Polu general, was still there. He didn't expect that this small vanguard would have so many people.
A good horse.
Chengdang was jealous and afraid. He couldn't figure out the origin of this elite soldier who suddenly broke out. Even a small scout team leader couldn't figure it out. But he clearly knew that if he didn't deal with this sudden attack in advance,
If he sends a military intelligence report to his lord who is preparing or has already begun a sneak attack on Zhang Chao, the attack that was supposed to be a sure win will turn into an ambush with the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind him.
"There is one here!" Suddenly, accompanied by this roar, an arrow shot out from the forest on the left front of Cheng Dang. The arrow did not allow anyone to dodge at all, and it immediately plunged into the dense grass, and the arrow feathers were still shaking on the tips of the grass blades.
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There was a muffled sound of "Uh", and a blood flower spattered out, staining the surrounding grass red. Seeing that his whereabouts were exposed, the scout immediately stood up and ran in the opposite direction to Cheng Dang and others.
He took a few steps, and then several more arrows knocked him to the ground. One of the arrows hit his throat, and he could not survive.
"That's... um!" Seeing the death of his elder who usually took good care of him and treated him as his nephew, the young man almost screamed. Fortunately, Cheng Dang covered his mouth and held him tightly.
Press him down, otherwise the young man might jump up and fight for his life.
Just as the two of them were doing this, two more scouts were found and killed one after another. At this time, the young man under Cheng Dang no longer struggled, but suddenly figured it out and calmed down inexplicably.
He even found that the people in front of him were holding bows and arrows and looking around with sharp eyes. They did not look like well-trained soldiers, but looked a bit like hunters who often competed with deer and shot rabbits. And they were the hidden rabbits.
"Uncle Wangdu has an order, not to shoot, but to capture them alive!" Such a powerful military order came from nowhere in the forest.
This military order resounded through the forest, and Chengdang immediately knew that the opportunity to escape had come. The young man beneath him seemed to have noticed something, and moved uneasily. Chengdang quickly held him down like a cat, and then slowly
He slowly raised his head and winked at Song Ding, who was hiding in a bush on the right.
Years of tacit understanding caused a branch of the bush to tremble slightly.
Immediately afterwards, Song Ding suddenly jumped out from the bushes, like a leopard that had been lying in wait for a long time. Before a person could react, he chopped him to the ground with a knife. This movement immediately attracted the attention of most people, dozens of people
Arrows were shot at him from all directions, but the archers were all wary at this time, and they did not aim at the vital point. Moreover, in the dense forest, most of these arrows were blocked by trees.
Seeing this, Song Ding became more and more emboldened. He held a knife and cursed, "Where did you come from, a mediocre dog, dare to chase your grandfather!"
As he spoke, he shrunk his body, arched his back, and ran away.
Some people followed Song Ding in pursuit, while others worried that this was a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so they cautiously chose to stay and continue the search.
Cheng Dang sighed at this time, lowered his head and leaned close to the young man's ear, and whispered urgently, "Listen carefully, their accent is not from Henan, but more like Liangzhou and Guanzhong. The accent is mostly from Guanzhong."
There are about two to three thousand troops coming, probably half on foot and half on cavalry..." He thought for a moment and directly chose the worst guess, "No, they might all be elite cavalry. Some of us must come back alive.
, and we must go back and report the news before them..."
"Uncle Cheng, let's go together!" The young man was pressed hard, and the side of his face that was leaning on the ground was deformed. A few grasses stuck into his nose, and his mouth couldn't help but pouted into a circle, which made him look awkward.
Embarrassing and funny.
Cheng Dang loosened his grip slightly and reached out to push away the grass from the young man's mouth. He only heard the young man continue to say, "We must advance and retreat together!"
"Idiot, do you think I'm playing with you?" Cheng Dang lowered his voice, his voice a little hoarse. "You are small and can easily hide in the forest. After I run out after a while, you may have another chance to escape. Remember when you came here.
Is that the small road we took? That small road is a shortcut. You can walk, but their army cannot. You have to run back to our previous camp before them. There should be someone left to look after the luggage somewhere. You can find them.
If you want a horse, go to the south to find the Major General and tell him everything about this place."
"I don't..." the young man refused uncomfortably, with a hint of crying in his voice.
"Lu Meng." Cheng Dang's single eye suddenly softened a lot. He no longer mentioned the boy's nickname as an elder, but regarded him as a person of the same status. "You don't insist on joining the army?
Is there a greater general than Deng Dubo? If you want to be a general, you must learn to obey military orders."
Lu Meng stopped talking. He closed his eyes in pain, covering the bloodshot eyes and the tears that were about to flow out.
Cheng Dang nodded, kicked his legs on the ground, and ran to the left. Relying on the military order that the other party was worried about leaving alive, Cheng Dang cut down several people one after another with his strong body, and soon ran away with some of them.
Far away.
Lu Meng remained in a prone position, with half a man's height of shrubs and weeds and the depressions of the earth well covering his thin body. He closed his eyes and listened quietly to the sound of swords clashing not far away.
He clenched his fists involuntarily with both hands and pulled out a handful of grass roots. When the voices of those around him became much quieter, he opened his eyes. In his eyes, there was no longer the innocence and liveliness of a child at the beginning, but
Deep determination and perseverance.
He secretly hoped that these people would obey military orders even if they were jealous, so that Song Ding and Chengdang might still survive.
With this fantasy in mind, Lu Meng cautiously stuck his head out, looked at the quiet environment around him, and ran quickly towards a path in the forest with his back hunched over.