Chapter 1

Liu datu died.

This honest man, who was also a teacher and friend, died.

When Yi Heng wakes up, his mind has been thinking about the scene that he fell on the ground.

There was a muffled snore in his ear, and sometimes a vague dream talk came out. He knew that this was the black ox sleeping beside him.

A waning moon is gradually sinking to the west, and the earth is gradually blurred. The East seems bright but not bright. Tomorrow is a fine day.

But he did not like good weather, because good weather means fighting, fighting means death, and the death in this world comes too casually and suddenly.

As a sword and shield soldier in front of him, death comes at will, just like Liu datu, who was sleeping beside him the day before yesterday, snoring louder.

Even if you have experienced many wars, even if you have practiced the six moves of Hengdao perfectly, if you don't pay attention to it, you will die without a whole body.

He was not afraid to die, for he had already died once.

As an ordinary college student, after graduation, he wandered around in a certain unit and did not think of making progress. Instead, he was very curious about the fate of human beings. From then on, he devoted himself to the study of metaphysics, hoping to find the track of fate.

One day, I found a small Bagua dish from the stall. It was like gold or gold, like wood rather than wood. It was exquisitely made. It didn't look like a modern product. Yi Heng liked it very much and hung it around his neck.

Who knows that on his 32nd birthday, he drank some wine and drove, and a car accident killed him.

At the moment of his death, he felt his soul out of the body and watched his body smashed in a car accident.

I saw that the Bagua disk hanging around his neck suddenly flashed white light to cover him, rolled up his soul and flew to the deep sky, and then he fainted.

I wake up to find that Yi family village, which has changed the world and body, has been slaughtered by mountain bandits. The only remaining Yi Heng has been robbed. Yi Heng, who witnessed the tragic death of his parents, faints in the Bush before he even has the idea of hatred.

It is because of this that they have picked up a life, but it is just in this way that they enter another soul.

The 32 year old soul woke up with his 10-year-old body, but the situation was not clear. He was frightened by the fire and the killing cry of manzhuang, and fled into the mountain in a panic.

From then on, the mountain springs quenched their thirst and wild fruits filled their hunger.

Fortunately, he finally came out after two years. His bare upper body and all over scars indicated the suffering of these two years. But who cares?

Yi Heng doesn't care. As long as he can live, what else should he care about?

In order to live, Yi Heng has been a beggar, a thief, a temple and a tomb.

In the struggle of life and death, I know that my country is called leaving the country.

Due to the invasion of neighboring countries and the chaos of war, officers and soldiers everywhere conscripted for food. The people did not make a living. They gathered together to become thieves, burned, killed and plundered. This was the calamity of Yi family village.

Originally, I thought that with the advantage of their own walkers, they could get along with the wind and water easily. In this case, in addition to the body of only 12 years old, it can only eat and starve, and live a chaotic life, perhaps today has no tomorrow.

After all, his misfortune did not let him go. When he was too hungry to bear, he ran out of the cemetery to steal something to eat in the market. The officers and soldiers happened to see him.

Although he was only 12 years old and yellow and thin, the advantages of two years' escape in the mountains were vigorous feet, firm face, and like an adult. In this way, he was pulled into a strong man and became a sword shield soldier. On that day, he was nine days away from reaching the age of twelve.

Yi Heng rushes to the front of the battlefield for the first time. Seeing the ferocious face of the enemy, he is so scared that he can't lift his knife.

Or a comrade in arms fought against him, blocked the other side's knife with a shield, and cut off the other side's head with a knife.

This comrade in arms is called Liu datu. He has practiced the six styles of horizontal sword perfectly.

This was not the first time that Yi Heng faced life and death, but it was the first time that he was staring at him with his eyes wide open. From then on, he knew that life and death were only on the line.

And Liu datu became his master.

Under his entanglement, at the end of every day, the moon sets in the west, and the sun rises. Liu datu is pulled away from the camp to teach him how to practice sabre.

Two years later, Yi Heng has no idea how many times he has experienced big and small wars. He only knows that the people around him have changed one batch after another, and he is too lazy to remember his name.

Because he knew that he remembered today that he might die tomorrow. He didn't even have a tombstone. What would he do with his name.

In the past two years, only Liu datu and Heiniu are familiar with him. There are about 50000 people in the whole team of Dao and shield soldiers. There are not many people who can survive for two years. They are three of them.

According to Liu datu, he came a year earlier than Yi Heng. His hometown is the Northeast most from the country, close to the border of neighboring countries. Neighboring countries are hengguo, whose national strength is far beyond the distance. When hengguo invades, the people on the border are the first to suffer.

Liu datu was originally a butcher in a border town. Since he was a child, he killed pigs and hunted with his father. After the invasion of hengguo, the whole town was almost slaughtered.

In the past, there were often wars on the border, but all of them were private goods snatched by border soldiers. This time, however, it was a ferocious attack, and all of them were killed.Fortunately, Liu datu escaped from hunting in the mountain, then fled south with the refugees and was conscripted into the army.

With a feeling of revenge, Liu datu entered the sword shield soldiers and tried his best to learn how to kill the enemy. It was in that year that he learned the six moves of Hengdao.

At that time, the Dao and shield soldiers were well-trained, and everyone knew martial arts. Only for a year, the dead and the fleeing ones were all the strong men who were drawn. Therefore, few of them knew the "six moves of horizontal sword".

The first year's war was extremely fierce, with huge casualties on both sides. It is a miracle that Liu datu, 25, can live to this day.

Black bull is a fool. He doesn't know how to get in. He only knows how to fight and kill the enemy. He goes back to camp to eat and sleep. He doesn't know how to live. He doesn't know how to die.

Liu datu always thought that Yi Heng was awakened by his huge snore, so he was forced to teach him to practice sabre.

But Yi Heng didn't tell him that, in fact, Yi Heng would wake up on time at Mao every day, and this time happened to be the time when his soul came through.

Just like now, Yiheng wakes up on time as soon as Mao Shi arrives, as if something reminds him in the depth of his soul.

Is it the Bagua dish hidden in the soul? But he couldn't find it. He just knew that this urgent urge had made him foresee and escape many times.

Something has to be done, such as practicing knife, thinking about how to escape.

It's strange that as long as you have these preparations, your soul will calm down.

If you are unprepared, the pressing urge in the deep of the soul will become more and more intense, until you make yourself restless.

In the past, it used to drive out the sense of urgency of soul by practicing sabre.

But today, he no longer practices knife, even if the deep soul brings urgent tremor, has made him at a loss.

Because Liu datu is dead.

The war the day before yesterday is still fresh in my mind. Liu datu was chopped into pieces by several knives beside him. He could only watch the broken body fall to the ground.

After the defeat, he only knew how to run back until he was exhausted.

Only yesterday, I returned to the team and found that only black bull was left of the familiar comrades in arms. Under the rectification of the centurion, there were only 42 people left in their 100 member team. The rest of them either died or escaped. There were less than 30000 swords and shields left.

A day's rest is very rare for everyone. The enemy is at the foot of the opposite mountain, only 20 li away. The camp is dark.

All of them were sleeping at ease, snoring in the distance came and went, but he still woke up at the right time. The urge from the deep of his soul became more and more urgent, which made him more anxious.

Whether it is the fear of death or the fear of the unknown, even a soul in his thirties can hardly force himself to be calm.

It seems that he can't do anything. He gets up slowly and shakes his numb body. He picks up the shield in his left hand and the copper knife in his right hand. He walks a hundred steps away from the camp. In their deep sleep, this distance is enough.

The dark shield is made of iron sandalwood. It is round and can block the chest and abdomen. It weighs 20 jin. It is just suitable for him.

However, the blade marks on the shield were all over the place. It seemed that it would crack at any time, but he didn't care. Many people had to rush forward even if they didn't have a shield. Maybe this shield will be his hope for survival.

The copper Dao was picked up on the battlefield. It was a general straight back sword. It was three inches long and one inch wide. It weighed 15 Jin. It did not blow the hair and break the blade. It did not cut iron like mud.

But he wiped and rubbed with his worn-out uniform.

His red robe can barely cover his body, but he still cherishes it.

He practiced several hundred times with his shield and knife until he was sweating. The eastern sun rose and the soft sun shone on the plain between the two armies.

The soldiers get up slowly, and the whole camp wakes up slowly. The familiar people greet each other and arrange their weapons calmly. Even if they are defeated and fled here, there is no confusion. The death of the soldiers may be the final outcome, but what about that?

As long as they are involved in the war, their life and death are no longer important. Moreover, in troubled times, this may be the best destination.

"Will this be the last battle?" Yi Heng thought, "how did you win? What if you lose? " , holding a handful of cold water sprinkled on his face, a few crisscross knife marks against the sun seems more ferocious.

"To live, who prevents me from living is my enemy." Yi Heng clenched the hilt and shield and walked to the camp firmly. The 14-year-old could not see his young appearance in the early sun.