On the top of the mountain, the wind was whistling, passing through the canyon and crossing the dense forest, emitting bursts of strange whistling sounds, Murong Hong's long hair was flying, standing on the top of the mountain with a knife, staring at the fire that was hidden in the distance. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The place where the fire came out was where the Ming army was, not far from him.

The pursuing Ming army was unscrupulous, and they weren't worried that their location would be discovered by Murong Hong, or they were looking forward to attacking them themselves, so as to solve the problem once and for all, right? Murong Hong thought in his heart. The huge gap in strength gave the Ming army such confidence. There were at least a thousand more people left in the Ming army that pursued him, and he, now on hand, had less than two hundred people left. When he first fled into the mountains, he still had nearly 500 followers with him, but in the past two months, most of them have left him.

What struck them down was sickness and the old wounds they carried. Zhengyang broke through, he sacrificed the last bit of strength of the barbarian army, almost all the barbarian masters died in that battle, even Murong Jing did not escape this difficulty, even the hundreds of people who fought with him in the end were all injured and exhausted.

Escaping into the mountains did not make them safe, and a Ming army unit bit them to the death, so that they did not have any respite at all. Fatigue, pain, endless because of the remnants of the army that scratched him, the wounded soldiers because there was no doctor to treat them, no medicine, he could only watch them fall one after another on the way to escape.

He once thought that as long as he entered the mountain, he would fly like a bird in the sky and leap into the sea, and the Ming people could no longer keep up with their footsteps, but after only three or five days in the mountain, he knew that he was wrong. The pursuing Ming army seems to be quite proficient in mountain warfare, not inferior to those of them who grew up in the mountains, no matter what kind of tricks they use, the other party can always see through their own plans in the shortest possible time, get rid of the traps and tricks they have set, and accurately hit their own traces, like maggots attached to their own entanglement.

For two whole months, he was still entangled with the pursuing force.

He must get rid of this haunting Ming army.

Because he still has one last place to rely on, he must not be discovered by the Ming army.

Under Zhengyang County, tens of thousands of barbarian troops were wiped out in a battle, and then the barbarian people gathered in the four counties of the north were cut off by the Ming army because they did not have the slightest preparation, and there was no way to retreat into the mountains, and finally became the caged birds of the Ming people.

This reminded Murong Hong of Murong Ke, the barbarian ancestor who was defeated by Emperor Li Qing thousands of years ago. The scene back then may be roughly the same as it is now.

In this battle with Qin Feng, he failed, this time, Murong Hong lost convincingly, now in retrospect, from the moment he went down the mountain, this Qin Feng was already calculating himself, he actually had planted a shadow in the four counties of the north before he ascended the throne as the emperor and established the Ming Kingdom, and finally used Li Weige Township as an introduction to introduce himself step by step into the trap he had set in advance.

Murong Hong had nothing to say. Now carefully chewing on these ordinary words in the military books he has read, he suddenly realized that in fact, these seemingly ordinary words are the essence of those ancestors who realized with their blood and lives, but unfortunately, if they don't go to the last few steps, no one will always be able to understand the deep meaning.

He failed, and there was no day to turn over in this life, but the barbarian can't disappear into the long river of history because of himself, and he has to leave a little fire for the barbarian. Murong Hong is convinced that as long as this spark still exists, maybe after many years have passed, in this big mountain, the barbarians will become strong again, and look out of the mountain again, just like a thousand years ago, the barbarians have been dormant for thousands of years, and finally have a strong strength again and walk out of the mountain.

It's a pity that they were unlucky and ran into Qin Feng, a demon.

Murong Hong's eyes were slightly red, his thousand-year-old savings were ruined, and now, he was about to start a new reincarnation. And all he has to do now is to save the only spark in his hand.

This little bit of fire is the basis for his Murong clan to become stronger, it is the secret that he has been trying to hide all these years, and only a few people know about it until now, and those who know, Murong Jing, are all gone in this battle.

That's a gold mine.

Many years ago, it was the discovery of this gold mine by the Murong clan that made them have strong financial resources among the barbarian tribes, so that they could go out of the mountains to systematically learn knowledge, and to buy and sell weapons and armor that they could not produce themselves, so that they could unite the mountains with swords and guns in one hand and yellow and bright gold bars in the other, and finally gathered all the tribes under the banner of Dayan.

In this place that made the Murong clan strong, there were a thousand of the most loyal subordinates of the Murong clan, as well as thousands of slaves who would never be able to leave that area.

He couldn't summon the most loyal soldiers of the Murong clan to help him, because even if they came, Murong Hong did not have absolute confidence to defeat the enemy on the opposite side, in the mountains, he had a short and fierce confrontation with this chasing army, the opponent's combat effectiveness made him a little frightened, those thousand people were the last fire of the Murong clan, he was unwilling to throw himself into a battle with no chance of winning, and, in that secret place, if there was no bullet pressure of this thousand people, thousands of slaves mining gold mines, would they still be so honest?

In addition to these reasons, what Murong Hong didn't want to see was that this hidden location was exposed to the Ming people's field of vision. As long as they are dispatched, there will be traces, so that the hungry wolf on the opposite side smells a little unusual, he will definitely follow the tracks, as long as they find this place, the barbarian is truly finished, and there will never be a day to turn over.

He can only take this pursuer in circles in the mountains, hoping that his ancestors will bless him and get rid of this pursuer at some point, it is already the end of August, as long as he can hold on for a few months, winter will come, and at that time, the heavy snow will cover all traces and will make the pursuers unable to hold on any longer. After a winter has passed, even if they enter the mountains again, it will be impossible to find any more clues, and the barbarians will disappear from the sight of the people outside the mountains as they did thousands of years ago, until the next cycle begins.

"Your Majesty, go and rest, you have to hurry tomorrow!" The guard Murong Ming walked to Murong Hong's side, put on a cloak for him, and looked at Murong Hong's white hair flying in the night sky, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Murong Hong nodded slightly, pulled the cloak tighter, and turned to look at Murong Ming: "Everyone is okay?" ”

"The eighth can't do it." Murong Ming lowered his head, "The high fever has not subsided, today I am sometimes awake and sometimes confused, I am afraid that I will survive tonight." Your Majesty, are you going to see him? ”

Murong Hong closed his eyes tightly, is he going to leave again? He stopped, froze for a moment, and shook his head: "It's gone, it will only increase the sadness, Murong Ming, if there is no sign of improvement by tomorrow morning, then, then give him a good time, don't let him suffer again." ”

"Yes!" Murong Ming whimpered, along the way, there were already many people who were in the midst of incomparably painful struggles, and they were finished by their own people. "Your Majesty, when is the end, it's better to fight to the death with them."

"Stay up, and when it snows heavily, it will be the beginning of our rebirth." Murong Hong said in a low voice, "When the first snowflakes fall, it's not far away. ”

Just when Murong Hong was looking forward to this year's winter coming earlier, on the other side, Wu Ling was also lying flat on the ground counting the stars in the sky, and it was Qin Zhiqiu who was lying next to him.

Qin Zhiqiu is the head of the falcon in the team, for Wu Ling, he knows more than ordinary soldiers, this Wu general made His Majesty the Emperor also have a headache, in order to exterminate him, the eagle's nest has paid a lot of effort for this, and in the end, it is also the eagle's nest that successfully put a few shadows into Wu Ling's team, which found out where Wu Ling is, and the army went out to completely kill the last remnant of the Shuntian army in one fell swoop.

But General Wu, who fell into the abyss, actually survived again, and his vitality was as tenacious as a nine-life cat. In the end, he was ambushed by His Majesty the Emperor and became a member of the Ming Dynasty, Qin Zhiqiu didn't feel anything, in this world, I am afraid that there are not many people who can resist the charm of His Majesty, and His Majesty has also put a lot of effort into recruiting him.

Of course, this fierce general immediately reported back to His Majesty, in the battle of Zhengyang County, the first days of fighting were really tragic, if it weren't for the black, thin and dry general in front of him, he was afraid that Zhengyang County could hold it or not, at that time, whether Li Weige Township or a barbarian, but how eager to jump off the wall! In that battle, Qin Zhiqiu became one of the main forces defending the city with more than a thousand eagle falcons, and Wu Ling's strength and cold-bloodedness opened his eyes.

"General Wu, at that time, did you really eat human flesh?" He lowered his voice and asked softly, full of curiosity about the general.

Wu Ling tilted his head to look at Qin Zhiqiu, his eyes flashed with a faint light, and Qin Zhiqiu was a little stunned in his heart. "I've eaten it, it's sour, it's the same as horse meat, it's not delicious. But when a man is hungry, what is there not to eat? Qin Zhiqiu, do you want to taste it, sprinkle a little salt, if you can find some herbs or something, then the taste will be better. ”

The tone was as flat as water, and he even discussed with Qin Zhiqiu how to make it more delicious, Qin Zhiqiu's stomach churned, and he waved his hand again and again, looking at Wu Ling's eyes with even more fear, "That's not it, it's not good." I can't eat it. ”

"Can't eat it?" Wu Ling's eyes were even more distant: "That's because you're not hungry!" ”

Listening to Wu Ling's voice, Qin Zhiqiu suddenly became a little frightened, got up and said, "I'll go check the sentry." As he spoke, he was already far away.