Chapter 3

when the soldiers left the army were almost exhausted, they gradually withdrew from the battlefield, and the heavy sword soldiers became the leading role in the battlefield.

However, it is obvious that the momentum gained by Hengjun in Dao and shield soldiers makes the heavy sword soldiers have fierce momentum. The red and yellow waves collide again.

This time, there is no shield and no barrier. There is only one life for one life. The sword of heavy swordsman can split a man in two from head to foot.

Head, viscera, amputated limbs and blood mingled on the black soil plain, which might soon become fertile soil.

But now Yi Heng just wants to leave far away. He knows that the time is coming.

Without knowing it, the departing troops scattered on both sides, and no one realized that they were spreading, because it was an instinct that could not move forward.

Slowly, the red team became thinner and thinner, and ten thousand elite guards appeared in front of the heavy swordsmen of Hengjun. This means that the departure army has been defeated and the main force has been defeated. How can the whole army be spared?

Of course, the manager knows that he will die here if he does not withdraw.

When the golden gong of "Dang ~ Dang ~ Dang" rings, the army will know that the situation is over. The rear army will slowly retreat as the front army, and the former army will block the enemy, but the slow retreat will gradually turn into a gallop.

Yi Heng also turned around and ran on the side of the battlefield. He had already observed the surroundings of the battlefield. If the main force was defeated, he must flee to the king's city along the road, which was also the direction of the enemy's main force.

So he ran to the mountain forest on the other side of the road. As long as he entered the forest, he could almost save his life. However, he was still ten miles away from the mountain forest. This road should be his life and death road.

The shield had long been discarded, and the long sword had to be kept. There was still room for use in the mountains and forests. He saw the main force of the enemy chasing the main road with his remaining light, which was just what he wanted.

However, there were two people chasing him, one tall and one short, swearing.

Yi Heng was frightened and angry, and worked harder.

"It doesn't make sense. So many people don't go after me, but they stare at me.".

"Quick, faster, how come those two people still didn't give up.".

He knew that even if he ran into the mountains, it would not help. Now he must save some strength to deal with the two men first.

All of a sudden, his left foot was crooked and his body fell to the left and front. He only fell down in the grass and rolled forward for a few turns. Then he tried his best to stand up, but his left foot was bare, but his heart felt pain.

He had to kneel with his left foot, squat down with his right foot, and support the ground with his left hand with a knife. The sweat on his face and the effort to open his eyes could not hide the color of fear.

"In the battlefield, each is his own master. Why do you chase me so hard?"

Yi Heng shouts at the top of his voice and tries to dispel his fear.

The two men stopped panting, about seven or eight steps away from him. The short man was pale and colorless, and the long knife pointed to Yi Heng.

"It's good for each to do his own business, but I saw with my own eyes that my second brother was cut to death by you, and I will kill you today.".

Yi Heng says wrongly in his heart. Who knows when to kill your second brother? You should tell me earlier, I can't hide.

But the short fat man didn't do it directly. It was estimated that he had not yet breathed. Instead, he gradually calmed down on his thin face and stared at Yi Heng coldly.

"Hu Weidong, come and send this brother on the road together. Your brother's spirit in heaven must also want to have a companion." with that, the tall man with a long knife went straight to Yi Heng.

"Brother Jiang, wait a minute. The boy's feet are broken. You sweep the array for me and let me kill him with my own hands," Hu Weidong said with a clenching teeth.

"Well, quick decision," said the tall man, stopping.

Hu Weidong laughs twice, brandishes a long knife and shouts, rushes to Yi Heng.

Yi Heng clenches his teeth and slightly stretches the knife in his left hand.

"Whoever stands in my way, I will let him die.".

Five steps, hate in the eyes, let Yi Heng hold the knife's left hand to shrink back again.

Four steps, I have seen the blood in my eyes.

At this time, Yi Heng's left hand waved forward without any sign. The long knife crossed the grass in front of him, cut off several weeds, and quickly stabbed the short fat man's chest.

Before he could react, the long knife pierced Hu Weidong's chest. However, Hu Weidong still rushed to Yi Heng, who lay back, raised his feet and glared at Hu Weidong, who was still dying.

Brother Jiang has been on the side of the array, but from the long knife, Hu Weidong flies out, which is too fast. When he reacts, Yi Heng has already run five or six steps.

"Good thief, the original ankle sprain, fear are all fake out", Jiang Ge a face angry, pick up the knife to chase.

There is no road in the mountain forest, which is full of unknown plants such as bushes. It is obviously impossible to run fast here. This is the case with Yi Heng, and so is the tall man.

It's been half an hour since the chase. Even though he heard the voice of hengguo Mingjin on the way, the tall man didn't give up.

I can't remember the direction. I only know where to run. I'll go up and down, left and right. Sometimes I'll jump to the rock, sometimes I'll get into the bush.The battle uniform has been torn and his whole body has been injured, but in order to survive, Yi Heng still insists.

The mind gradually blank, the step is just instinct, has gradually become weak, rough and high panting sound, it is estimated that even after the pursuit of the tall man can hear.

Brother Jiang did hear the gasping sound and saw the distance getting closer and closer. It seemed that he could solve the problem by waving a knife a few steps forward, but these steps were still unable to catch up.

Although my situation is not much better, at least the long sword is still in hand, at least the combat uniform is still complete, and the advantage of age and physical strength is now reflected.

Even if the boy's escape instinct has surprised him, but at most one stick of incense, the boy will choose a burial place for himself.

In fact, Yi Heng only insisted on half a stick of incense and collapsed on the ground. He didn't even have the strength to turn his head. He knelt on the ground and held his hands on the ground, gasping for breath. His chest image was about to burst, and his mind was blank. I'm afraid death is better than this.

Brother Jiang also uses a knife to pestle the ground, which is teetering, but he still stands reluctantly. One or two steps forward can kill the boy with a knife.

But his whole body is weak, and the boy is cunning. Although it is impossible to pretend all this, it's good to be careful. Or wait for his physical strength to recover. Anyway, he has a knife in his hand. As long as he is on guard, he can turn the sky?

Finally, the two people's breathing gradually subsided, Yi Heng also slowly turned around, his back against the tree, trying to stand up slowly, but judging from his shaking feet, it is estimated that it is difficult to succeed.

"It's rare and remote, and it's a good place to be accompanied by birds and animals. Is this brother ready to go on his way?"

"You have already called in the golden harvest. Why do you still want to pursue and kill here? Are you not afraid of military orders?" Yi Heng said as gently as possible, although knowing it didn't work.

"Of course, I'm afraid of military orders, but I'm even more afraid to see the mother of Hu Weidong's brother when I go back home. How can I face that look?"

"On the battlefield, life and death are determined by fate. No one is willing to kill people. Have I ever done anything wrong in order to survive?" Yi Heng finally stands up against the tree, his strength slowly recovers, and the hope of life supports him in his heart.

"You didn't do anything wrong, but the sufferer is in heaven. The murderer pays his life. Now you can kill you without any effort. I just follow the trend." After that, brother Jiang raised his long knife and went to Yi Heng with his eyes closed.

Yi Heng doesn't speak any more, seemingly giving up resistance. In fact, his whole body is tight. Listening to the sound of footsteps approaching gradually, he is not anxious, but the pressure that follows seems to make the heart stop beating.

Only a few steps away, but the waiting before death, is the most painful and the most painful.

Three steps, knife up.

Eyes staring at Yi Heng's neck, sweat covered blood vessels like to burst.

The knife fell.

"Whew", long knife across the air, waving thousands of times of standard action, as if you have seen the head landing.

Just at this time, Yi Heng squatted down and with a "puff" sound, the long knife cut into the old tree, and the dead branches fell one after another.

Yi Heng's half squatting right foot slammed against the tree and bumped forward. He bumped into brother Jiang's chest. Brother Jiang felt that his sternum was about to be broken, so they rolled into the bush.

The long knife has been stuck in the tree, and the pain in his chest makes brother Jiang almost unable to breathe. Next, he can only let Yi Heng hold him and roll down the mountain.

The woods are not dense here, but they are still blocked by a big tree after rolling for more than ten feet.

At this time, it was brother Jiang's back that hit a tree. Yi Heng's head was buried in his arms, but he was not hurt. His face was covered with blood, which was not miserable.

But Yi Heng stood up and waved two fists to brother Jiang's face, one in the nose and the other in the eye. After a long fight, he knew that this was the most vulnerable part of the human body.

Brother Jiang deserves to be a veteran of the battlefield. Although the pain of these two fists made his nose bleed and his left eye could not be opened, he woke up. Then his hands instinctively parried to protect his head, but there was no fist to fight again.

Yi Heng really can't swing his fist, just want to lie down well, and brother Jiang goes forward with both hands to block the owner Yi Heng's neck, a pair of big hands are extremely powerful.

His neck was getting tighter and tighter, his bloodshot eyes were gradually unconscious, and his face was even more pale. His hands instinctively wanted to open brother Jiang's big hand, but it was also in vain.

All of a sudden, a throb came from the depths of his soul, which seemed to infuse a force into Yi Heng's mind. Taking advantage of this awareness, Yi hengmeng turned over and took brother Jiang in his arms, and they rolled down the mountain again.

But even in the tumbling, Jiang's hand is still not relaxed.

Yi Heng's consciousness gradually blurred, until a sharp pain in the back of his brain, he was completely unconscious.

I don't know how long, Yi Heng gradually wakes up.

Heard the sound of the water very close, suddenly want to drink water, dry mouth has been unable to open, pale lips dry hard shell.

He slowly opened his eyes, all blood red, but it was a surprise to know that he was still alive, but his hands and feet were weak, and there were bursts of pain behind his head.

"By the way, what about tall people?" I suddenly think of Yi Heng, whose crisis has not been solved. His right hand touches a small stone on the ground, and his left hand desperately supports the big stone beside him. He slowly turns his head to see the blood red world.Unexpectedly, it rolled to the foot of the mountain. The red stream was flowing happily. The disordered stones on the edge of the stream were extremely smooth, which showed that no one had ever set foot in this peaceful world.

The bloodstain a few steps away from the right makes this calm terrifying. Along the bloodstain, Yi Heng sees brother Jiang climbing by the stream, motionless.

Holding the stone tightly, he walked slowly to brother Jiang.

His tottering body seemed to fall at any time, but he would never enjoy the sweet looking stream until the threat was solved.

Even if the throat is dry and smoking now, it is nothing compared with the temptation to live.

Step by step, staring at the back of brother Jiang's head, this stone smashed, life is in front of you.

"Are you awake?"

Suddenly, brother Jiang tried to turn over and raise his head. The blood on his face had dried into a shell, but he was still very pale. The concave bridge of his nose might still make him feel painful. His swollen left eye was always closed, and his left right eye was squinting and staring at Yi Heng.

Yi Heng does not want to also put his right hand behind his back, feeling the stone cold and hard, want to secretly hand is obviously impossible.

Because he found Jiang's wet lips, he didn't know how long he woke up, but apparently he had drunk enough water.

"But what do you say?"

"Well, we have already lost our country and our army has retreated. In the end, I think it will be no use to separate our territory and seek peace. It will not help to kill you again. Why don't you wait for me to rest for a while and we will go to our own places?"

"It should be so," Yi Heng sighed with relief, but the stone did not loosen and did not turn around, slowly retreating to the downstream.

Brother Jiang looked at Yi Heng's right hand behind his back and didn't stop him, "when I recover my strength, how about you holding the stone?"

"Hengguo's?" Suddenly a third voice rings, Yi Heng and Jiang Ge are startled and look at the source of the sound at the same time.

The voice came from the other side of the river. There was a Taoist in green clothes sitting in the corner of a bluestone.

But his face was pale, his eyes were slightly open, and his eyebrows were heavy and ready to go.

Yi Heng and brother Jiang look at the Taoist priest in surprise. They have no idea that there is such a person on the other side of the road. What is the most important thing is what the Taoist wants to do?