There was clearly a slight creaking sound, and the remaining half of the tree quickly retracted to the top of the tree.
Gu Lianglei hooked the remaining half of the vine with his feet and gently placed the Caohai soldier on the ground. Gu Chen could not be surprised by her Qinggong skills and rushed to the Caohai soldier in a few steps, lowering his head.
Looking at it, I couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air. The Caohai soldier's eyes were closed tightly, his face was red, as if he was about to burn, but in just a few breaths, he was already unconscious.
A soldier tore open the vines that were tied to his body. They were very tight and cut them off with a knife before they could barely remove them from the Caohai soldier. Suddenly, a soldier exclaimed: "What is this!?"
Everyone looked intently and saw countless small hair-like things growing out of the relatively smooth branches of the vine, like roots that had just grown. And these roots, through the armor of the Caohai soldiers,
It pierced into his flesh and blood.
Almost instantly, everyone knew one thing. This forest was not only alive, but also a man-eating forest. No wonder it was so gorgeous and dazzling.
Li Luo's eyes tightened and his heart sank. Looking at the appearance of this vine, he remembered that in the mountains of Linshan County, Beifu, Liuyunzhan was plotted by Zhemu Hetu and was almost sacrificed as a blood sacrifice.
A strange stone flower, it was like this at first, with countless blood-sucking hairs taking root in its body, making it feel cold to look at it.
"We can't stay in this place." Gu Chen looked at Li Luo stiffly, revealing a wry smile.
Stay? Stay and wait to die! Fengli rolled his eyes at this skinny but brainless General Caohai. In the blink of an eye, there were more branches and vines that could move in the forest. If he waited any longer, he would be surrounded on all sides.
I can't even leave even if I want to.
A drop of blood dripped from the wounded Caohai soldier, and fell on the petals of a half-foot-tall wildflower with bright yellow flowers. The petals were very slippery, and the blood drop did not stop, and fell all the way to the bottom of the flower.
The place where the stamens are drawn out. The stamens are small, hairy, and there are more than ten stamens in total. Originally they were just crowded together. You leaned on me, and I leaned on you, clinging to each other, in harmony. Just as the drop of blood fell
At that moment, those flower stamens seemed to be going crazy and rushed towards the blood droplets. The so-called vicious dogs were just like that. During the fight, there were actually flower stamens that attacked other flower stamens around them. They had no mouths, no hands and feet.
The tiny furry hairs turned into extremely sharp knives at this moment, stabbing into the body of the companion closest to him ruthlessly. It is hard to imagine that just a blink of an eye, this was a harmless flower to humans and animals!
In the end, there was only one stamen left, and the original bright yellow color was gone. At this time, the drop of blood had been swallowed by it, and the entire flower stem was dyed blood red. Although it was very small, only half an inch, it made people feel
Everyone around you will feel cold all over your body.
This drop of blood dripped from the Caohai soldiers until it was swallowed up by the last stamen. It only took a dozen fingers, but it gave the soldiers a feeling of watching a tiger fight. The few stamens were thin and sparse.
Unexpectedly, a ferocity and ruthlessness that is rarely seen on the battlefield can break out. The two armies are fighting, life and death, it is nothing more than this.
Gu Liluo's forehead was covered with fine sweat. He had seen a lot of fighting on the battlefield. Except for Gu Lianglei and Fengli, everyone here was struggling on the battlefield, struggling to survive. Speaking of battlefields, from ancient times to the present
Today, both literati and historical figures have left countless swansong poems. The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned until it breaks. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. He also wrote:
I like an ancient poem: Thousands of horses are still neighing, a cold horn is heard, and the order is in the willow camp. See the autumn plains like palms, protruding spears and knives, stars galloping and iron cavalry, and the formations are vertical and horizontal. People are in the oil building, the army and Tao are in charge, feather fans are calm and fur belted
Qing. Do you know that he is a general from Shanxi and was once a member of the Shimeng League?
The dragon and the snake are soaring on the paper. The four feasts are frightened by the wind and rain as I write. Then the dust and sand leave the fortress, and I am granted a title for thousands of miles. I seal the gold like a bucket, and I am not satisfied with my life. I wipe my waist, blow my sword, and feel unhappy if I don't kill Loulan. I come back late, and listen to the army.
Advocacy has been accompanied by side voices.
In those poems, they are all about the heroic spirit of watching the sword while drunk, or the sadness of dreaming back to the company of blowing horns. The so-called war, what I remember, what I have seen, the hunting of flags, the thunder of war drums, the tiger and wolf divisions, all attacks are invincible, and all battles are invincible.
, in those poems and historical records, there is such a soul-stirring, conspiracy, intrigues, short-tempered heroes, and long-lasting love between children, which makes countless people linger in their dreams and cannot calm down for a long time. After serving in the army for a long time, Li Luo also
I know that war is far less majestic and heroic than what is written in books. Of course, there are such scenes, but apart from these, there is also boring, and there is a team of soldiers guarding it day after day.
Watching the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the border at the outpost, they were familiar with many things. What they were familiar with was not the generals in their own camp, but the enemy soldiers in the tower opposite.
In fact, it would have been better not to fight. The military merits were a little less, but it was a good thing that he could go back alive. Li Luo always remembered the bowl of noodles in the alley south of Zhuocheng. The old man's son had guarded the border post, and he didn't know that he had been there all these years.
In the past, did he go back alive? If he had gone back, maybe he could calm down now and guard the noodle stall that his father had worked hard for all his life.
Since then, Li Luo has learned that there are not many things that one person can hold, and the battlefield is not all the tragic and thrilling things recorded in the books. It is just that under the words, there are three or five pawns in a small outpost, working day and night.
It’s hard to guard the border, but no one would want to read it if it was written down.
But this little flower in front of him actually tore apart all the rhetoric that Li Luo had seen. War, regardless of status, right or wrong, regardless of gains and losses. In fact, in the end there is only life and death left. Kill them all.
The last person of the opponent, no matter what his status is, who is right or wrong, right or wrong, is the winner, just like the last remaining stamen.
"Take him with you and leave here immediately." Li Luo shouted in a deep voice. Gu Chen didn't say much, carried the Caohai soldier on his shoulders, and quickly retreated back to the original road.
The vines and trees were not moving very fast. Although the forest was dangerous and it did not seem to be very deadly at the moment, they all forgot one thing. The faint smell of blood drifted out from the Caohai soldier, and there were a few drops.
As Gu Chen advanced and retreated, he was shaken to the ground. After a breath, countless branches and vines seemed to have gone crazy, squeezing in from all directions, front, back, left, right, above the head and under the feet. He really said that there is no way to the sky and no way to the earth.
Li Luo wielded the Xiaomeng knife and cut off the incoming branches, which made Gu Liang burst into tears.