Chapter 3479 Voting with your feet

The cold wind blew up the yellow sand and the iron armor was stained with blood.

The smell of blood is actually very bad, and strangely, the longer it takes, the more fishy it becomes. Even if the nose is used to this smell, it still won’t accept it in my heart.

However, as a soldier of the Cavalry Army, Wu Ming had to accept it and even wanted to create more blood with his own hands.

Wu Ming is not famous.

He is not like those heroes, he is often famous all over the world and has a reputation that is shocking all over the world. He is not even famous in his hometown...

If he still has a hometown.

If there is still if, he should have been born in that inconspicuous mountain village, and then lived in that mountain village all his life, married a woman who was as thick as him, and then gave birth to a bunch of cubs, and grew up playing with mud in the fields with other farmers, just like he and his father, ancestors, and the same life, without any change.

His parents were simple farmers, working from sunrise to sunset, and their lives were simple and difficult.

If there were still if, he would have been holding a hoe and pickaxe all his life, rather than chopping off his head like now.

The war has made everything peaceful and peaceful, and it is broken...

Wu Ming remembers that when he was a child, although life in the village was poor, everyone was having a happy life.

He and his friends were running in the mountains, fields, playing hide-and-seek, while the adults were working and smiling.

The sky at that time seemed to be bluer than it is now, and the clouds were whiter.

The day is warmer than it is now, and the night is quieter than it is now.

But later, the smiles on the adults gradually decreased. Then Wu Ming heard the words of war, famine, refugees and so on from the adults for the first time. However, at that time, Wu Ming did not know the meaning of these words. He was still silly happy, running from one end of the mountain forest to the other end, climbing up a tree to pick bird eggs, drilling into the bushes to pick berries and eating them, until his peaceful life was trampled by war and fire.

Wu Ming still remembers that it was an ordinary day that could not be more ordinary, and then everything became unusual and became unusual.

The screams of death and the collision of metal spread along the road.

The adults hurriedly packed up their things and hid in the mountains with Wu Ming and other children.

That was the first time Wu Ming felt the fear of war so close...

Even now, Wu Ming is still afraid of war. When he cut off his opponent's head, he still feels disgusted. His heartbeats are still very fast, as if he is about to jump out of his chest.

But now, he no longer escapes.

Because Wu Ming knew that escaping was useless.

The more you escape, the more painful it is.

During those days of hiding in the mountains, food immediately became extremely scarce. Berries and wild vegetables were the best delicacies, and bark and leaves became foods to satisfy hunger...

His life is no longer about having fun, but about following the adults to pick wild vegetables and grind the bark.

The bark cannot be eaten directly, so it must be smashed on the stone again and again, and then the slurry and the smashed bark are combined into cakes, and they are just like cakes with serious food.

Swallowing that kind of cake is like cutting it in your throat with a knife.

If you don’t eat it, it means that the fire burns in your stomach, and it will make people crazy!

Wu Ming and the others thought that they could return to their original stable life after evading once, but they were disappointed...

Then there was despair...

I don’t know how long it took for a desperate life to come, until the appearance of the General of the Cavalry.

Oh, at that time, the General of the Cavalry was not the Cavalry, he was just the General of the Central Army.

Wu Ming remembered that when he first met the cavalry, the cavalry asked them to jump into the pit...

It was really a pit. I dug it out on the ground, then simply used some pits built with wooden boards and cattails, and then filled them with water.

Wu Ming once thought that the cavalry wanted to bury them alive, but it didn't seem like it. After all, burying them alive doesn't require such a problem. So he jumped down and got a new robe!

Wu Ming remembered that he was naked at that time, but he was holding the robe, hunched over, and cried bitterly!

After so many years, Wu Ming thought he would no longer cry or hurt, but just such a robe made Wu Ming feel the pain again and shed tears again...

The robe was actually very ordinary, the ordinary linen was rough and simple, but Wu Ming always regarded the robe as a treasure, wrapped it neatly and placed it in a camphor wood box.

That is a treasure that is even more precious than gold and silver.

In Shandong, people like Wu Ming have to be farmers and obey labor, and they will also be arrested as strong men. They may not be able to enjoy the items eaten and used by the superiors, but at the Cavalry, he only needs to do a good job.

Therefore, even if Wu Ming doesn't like the smell of blood, he will do what a soldier should do!

He understood something in Guanzhong. Although he was the same man, not all places would regard the people as human beings!

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Some people say that the army and the people are like fish and water.

But suddenly one day, the fish in the fish pond died.

Some people say that this fish is too delicate and cannot withstand the wind and rain, and the scorching sun is exposed to the sun, and if you are a little unsatisfied, you will get over your stomach.

Some people also say that this fish is too lazy and doesn’t know how to work hard to find food. It’s better to find three jobs a day, so won’t you live a good life?

Most of them are talking about the fish problem, but no one mentioned that the water quality has changed, and no one has said what the people who manage this fish pond did or did nothing...

Wu Ming didn't know whether these statements were right or wrong, but he knew where he was in Shandong. If he even breathed in the wrong rhythm, it was called malicious breathing. In Guanzhong, as long as he did something well, he would get praise and rewards.

So Wu Ming now treats killing as a hoe on the ground, chopping and killing as chopping wood.

Hoe and remove weeds and plant hope.

Cut off dead branches and reap merits.

The enemy should be hoeed and chopped down, and the compatriots should leave hope!

The cold wind in the mountains rolled up dead leaves and yellow sand. Wu Ming held the sword tightly with one hand, and slightly covered the wind and sand in front of his eyes with the other, looking into the distance.

In front is Hengshan Rock.

Take it down and the cavalry can win!

That's what Sima Confucius said.

Then take it off!

The oncoming wind and sand hit the swords and armor, making a rustling and crisp sound, as if it was the rushing blood and the wailing of death.

"Enemy!" The soldiers in front shouted loudly, "They are climbing up too!"

The mountain mist was cold and brought out murderous aura.

As the shouting sound came in front of him, more than a dozen arrows also followed the shouting and shot towards Wu Ming and others!

The Cao army opposite was obviously also a veteran, and did not rush to shoot at Wu Ming and others as soon as they climbed up. Instead, they waited until the breath was evenly adjusted, and then they shot at Wu Ming and others after Wu Ming and others discovered them.

『Be careful of the arrows!』

Wu Ming shouted, raised his shield, covering his head, face, chest and neck.

"There are not many people!" Wu Ming immediately judged it and shouted, "Roar up! Nothing here! It's useless to be a target! Grab the ridge!"

The Hussars following Wu Ming also reacted, either covering them with shields or calling with swords.

In the dark night and mountain wind, Cao's army's arrows were not very accurate. He heard the arrows falling on the shield armor or piercing the surrounding ground.

At this position, he obviously has no advantage in shooting against Cao's army on the spot.

The Hussar soldiers following Wu Ming shouted angrily and rushed up with arrows.

Occasionally, a few stray arrows hit the armor, making a tinging sound. Wu Ming didn't care at all, just burying his head forward!

"kill!"

Wu Ming yelled, rushed forward, and the sword roared down, immediately cutting off the arm of the front Cao army half!

Wu Ming has no outstanding combat skills, and the only thing he can rely on is his three axes of slashing thousands of times during the team's training.

Step up, cut!

Rush and sting!

Regress, block!

At the ridge, a piece of gold and iron suddenly rang out with the sound of the body.

It was like the owner of a pork shop who came to the business, chopping the meat with a thorny cut.

Some people died on the spot, like sand, soil and stones, rolling down the mountain, while others were just injured and not dead yet, but fell to the ground, screaming, and then I don’t know who had a knife or who was stepped on the soil, and the screams turned into a dull sound...

The mountain mist blew by, wrapping the shattered whistle together.

The whistle was the sound of life lost by the cut arteries.

The Cao army soldiers also rushed forward and killed Wu Ming and others.

When we first started fighting, there were few soldiers in the Hussars and many soldiers in the Cao army.

Because no matter what, the soldiers of the Cao army were running in the camp, with relatively shorter distances. The Hussars came by detour, and the queues of the front and back were lengthened, which made the soldiers not the same when they arrived at Hengshanyan. However, no matter whether the Hussars arrived or three, as long as they heard the sound of shouting for killing in front, they did not hesitate at all, and directly stepped up and rushed up!

The space at the ridge itself is not very large. Dozens of people fighting against each other on the top of the mountain, which makes this area full. Both sides know that whoever occupys this area can gain a certain geographical advantage!
To be continued...