In the first year of Guangming, seeing the chaos in the world, Wei Bojiedu, who had the heart to chase the deer, made Han Jian not willing to be lonely. In the sixth year of Qianfu and the Hebei Zhuzhen Alliance against Li Jing, he was beaten and scared almost after withdrawing to Wei Bo, he was honest for a long time.

However, seeing the situation in Hebei sliding into the irretrievable abyss step by step, the old buddies Li Keju, Liu Yue, Liu Rengong, Li Quanzhong, and Li Keyong were out of the game one after another, which couldn't help but make him feel a deep sense of crisis. In the first year of Guangming, the war broke out again between the Qin army and the Khitan in the north, and Li Jing went all out to look north, and even spared Li Quanzhong and Sha Tuo because of this, only to force them to submit. This gave him a glimmer of opportunity.

Although Han Jian took over Wei Bojun from his father for a short time, only a few years. But Weber has one of the most elite tooth soldiers in the world, at least once was. The Son of Heaven has long been circulated, the Son of Heaven in Chang'an, the common saying that Wei Boya soldiers.

With such an elite and in the midst of troubled times, Han Jian really wants to do something.

Seeing that Li Jing seemed to have shifted his center of gravity to the north, he was unable to pass through Hebei.

At the beginning of February of the first year of Guangming, Han Jian raised troops against the king of Qin, crusaded against the rebellion of the puppet Qi, and personally led 30,000 soldiers and horses to attack Heyang Jiedu to make Zhuge Shuang in Xiuwu. The puppet Qi Heyang Jiedu made Zhuge Shuang translate Heyang and fled, and the Han army stayed behind to defend and repair the military, and continued to attack Mengzhou, the capital of Heyang, and at the same time sent troops north to plunder Xingzhou and Zhaozhou in Zhaoyi Town. After a series of actions began, at the end of February, Han Jian, who had repaid the sweetness, arrogantly crossed the Yellow River and sent troops to attack Yunzhou, the capital of Tianping Town.

At this time, Yu Xuan, the marshal of the Henan camp of the Qinwang army, raised troops to meet the battle, and the two sides fought on the south bank of the Yellow River.

The two sides fought for several days, each with damage.

Li Jing heard the news in Yanjing. Immediately send an order to Shandong Province. Let the governor of Shandong send troops to help Yu Xuan.

The governor of Shandong received the order. Immediately sent the five brave generals Zhu Xuan and Zhu Jin brothers under his command as forwards. On the third day of the third month of March, the five Zhu Xuan brothers raided Han Jian's grain transportation team, and then changed to the banner of Wei Bojun.

The five Zhu brothers led their subordinates to disguise themselves as the Korean army's food delivery team, and hid a large number of firearms and crossbows in the convoy. When he approached the camp gate, he suddenly attacked, seized the camp gate, and then led the other soldiers and horses waiting outside to fight into the Wei Bo military camp, and Yu Xuan waved his troops to attack at the right time. The two sides fought a melee, and Wei Bo's army was defeated in the end, and the 30,000 soldiers and horses who crossed the Yellow River were almost wiped out

He stared at the sail that was getting bigger and bigger for a long time, wondering whether he wanted to die or live.

It was easy to want to die, he knew that as long as he continued to climb back to Nalu Wei and let this ship sail by, death would come soon. The cold and hunger almost made him as weak as a newborn baby, and it was not just these that died, but the arrow wounds on his body. It has become red and swollen, and even pus.

Every once in a while. He was weaker, and it wouldn't be long before he died, in this little, silent place, he told himself.

Maybe before his wounds get infected and kill him, he will starve to death, or just freeze to death.

He couldn't find anything to eat here, and the only thing he could drink was the icy river water. He tried to catch the fish that passed by the shore, and after all his strength, he finally caught one. Then, he couldn't wait to open his mouth to bite down on the next piece and chew it up.

But when he took the second bite, he felt that something was not quite right with the fish in his mouth, and he looked down at the fish in his hand that had bitten off a piece, and saw that in the belly of the fish that had been bitten open, there was a severed finger of a person with half white blistering.

He suddenly understood what he had just eaten, he had been a handsome boy since he was a child, how could he encounter this kind of thing, and suddenly felt a spasm in his stomach, and he vomited wildly, and even vomited out of his bile and sweat after the end.

The fish could no longer be eaten, and he thought, maybe he would never eat another fish again in his life.

That severed finger may be the finger of the dead Wei Bo soldier holding the knife in that defeat!

Since not eating fish will make him starve to death, he may not be able to wait for the time to starve to death. He began to have a fever, was weak and weak, and had no one around him. His guards were all covering his escape, but they were chased and killed by the Qin army.

Dead, all dead, only he was left. If he hadn't jumped into the Yellow River at that time, he might have died a long time ago.

Now, he regrets it.

The attack on Ha Yang went so smoothly that he forgot to be careful. He shouldn't have crossed the river to fight Tianping Town, the Tianping Army was actually a vassal of the Qin Army, and Yu Xuan was Li Jing's father-in-law. But he hit Yunzhou, isn't this hitting the knife edge?

Those damn guys, the five Zhu brothers? A name he had never heard of, a few unknown juniors, but buried his army of 30,000.

He had escaped the Yellow River, just on the north bank. It's just that he doesn't know if he is in Weizhou now, or Bozhou, perhaps, he is in Texas, or Dizhou?

He said he didn't know if the battle had ended three or four days before, but on several occasions he had spotted a Qin army squad searching through like a net. They rowed on the river, rode horses on the shore, and searched for any fish that slipped through the net. Once discovered, it is impossible to escape from their pursuit, and can only be reduced to prisoners of war.

It wasn't warm in the reeds, it was still early March, it was wet and rainy, and the days were relatively good. But the night was getting colder and colder, and the night wind blew from time to time, and with it came a white mist, which would soak his whole body and make him shiver.

Fever and cold took turns attacking him, and hunger accompanied him in agony.

Hunger, fever, search, these are his only friends these days! Every day, every hour, he is at his place.

He was already thinking about which way he would choose to die, whether he would starve to death, freeze to death, or die of fever, which would be considered a little decent, comparable to his status as a town marshal. Perhaps he should have climbed a few more steps, and with the Yellow River in front of him, plunged headlong into it, and no one would ever find him so pitifully starved or frozen to death or sick on this bank.

But now there was another sail on the water, and from a distance it seemed like a small speck, but it was getting bigger and bigger.

The ship was not a warship, it looked like it was just a small merchant ship, maybe a passenger ship coming and going to the Yellow River.

Han Jian stared at the ship with its puffed sails with his pale and swollen eyes, trying to read the ship's number clearly.

It was the first time after the war that he found out that it was not a ship loaded with soldiers. Because of this big war. This section of water has been devoid of civilian vessels for several days. This is the first one.

The ship was getting closer. After a few moments, he shouted vigorously, and the people on the boat would surely be able to hear him.

If he wants to live, he should cry out.

Shall I cry out? Should I live?

Han Jian thought as tears blurred his eyes.

For what?

His army of 30,000 perished, and even he himself suffered the wounds he had suffered. Suffering this defeat, especially after challenging Li Jing, perhaps the Tianping Army and the Qin Army are fighting against each other. Prepare for a counterattack on Weber. How could Wei Bozhen deal with Li Jing? And looking around, who can help him?

Wang Jingchong? He was too busy to take care of himself, and the same mud bodhisattva crossed the river, and it was difficult to protect himself. Maybe when he goes back, his injuries can be healed, and maybe he can survive for a few more years, but in the end, he will still be a loser. Li Jing will capture Weibo and destroy Weibo's army, the town of Weibo that his father had conquered. Handed over to the town of Weber, everything. will cease to exist.

Without the town of Weibo, how can I live, and what face will I face my father?

When I go back, I just wait for the day when I will be destroyed, which is no different from waiting for death.

When the Qin army raided the camp, it was under their banner, and the people guarding the camp did not even suspect them. When the fake Wei Bo army suddenly attacked, Wei Bo was completely stunned. Including the Wei Bo Ya soldiers that he has always been proud of, there are 3,000 Wei Bo Ya soldiers with the team in this battle.

But in that raid battle, in the face of the onslaught of the Qin army, Wei Boya's soldiers were like fools, slow to react, slow to act, and had no power to resist.

He overestimated Wei Bojun and underestimated Qin Jun.

His eldest son and his guards tried to stop all this, but he saw that his eldest son was pierced through his chest by a Qin general who was rushed in front of him, lifting him high and then his body was thrown off his horse.

His second son wanted to avenge his brother, but he was shot through the throat by another member of Qin, and blood and bubbles kept gushing out from there.

His third son stayed by his side, escorting him out of battle. The third son, who had always been his favorite son, was only sixteen years old, but he was extremely brave and brave. But in order to cover his escape, the son of the most reladen son stayed behind and dragged hundreds of pursuers with more than ten horsemen, and the most rearly died of exhaustion.

When he turned back at the last moment, he happened to see his son kneeling on the ground covered in blood, his eyes wide open, and he couldn't bat himself.

The crackling of flames, the explosion of firearms, the cracking of crossbows, the trampling of iron hooves, the screams of dying soldiers, and the screeching of swords as they slashed into bodies.

Maybe all he has to do now is lie quietly, and in a little while he will be reunited with his children. Sleeping in the yellow mud at the bottom of the riverbed, the carp of the Yellow River gnawed at his face or ate his fingers.

In this way, he no longer has to wait for the day of destruction day after day for the rest of his life, and he does not have to watch the town of Weibo decay day by day.

Eventually, he took a sharp breath, then struggled to his feet, screaming at the sails that were getting closer and closer.

The voice was hoarse and cracked, but it was unusually sharp and loud!

He was unwilling, unwilling to die like this. He didn't want to die in obscurity in the reeds on the bank of such an unknown river, his three sons died, and he wanted revenge. If he can survive, then every day he survives, he will live in hatred, even if he hits a stone with an egg, he will hit Li Jing and be covered in blood!

The continuous shouting drained his mental strength, and as the sails drew nearer, he fainted in the darkness before his eyes.

When he regained consciousness again, the sun had already come out.

He lay on a bed in a dry cabin, and he sat up, feeling his fever subside. He looked at the ship when there was a sound of footsteps, and a lean man walked in, "Who are you?" He asked.

A handsome, Han Jian thought, a self-proclaimed king, is also an arrogant and punished fool.

His throat was so dry that he had forgotten how to pronounce the words, and the words he uttered were so strange that they were unfamiliar to his ears.

"I've led soldiers, I've fought. I'm a general, I'm a marshal! ”

"Ah, handsome?" The man asked, "Which feudal town is the marshal?" ”

It is very likely that this ship belongs to Li Jing, Han Jian suddenly thought.

If he had said the wrong thing now, perhaps his life would have ended.

Well, it won't. He saw the cyan stripe peeking out from under the man's hat.

He is a person of Wei Bojun, he is a soldier of Bozhou Town, and he is his own person.

"I'm Han Jian!" He shouted at the man: "Haotian God bless, I am Han Jian, the envoy of Wei Bo Town, Han Jian, the king of Wei County!" ”

"Ahh The man was amazed, and then replied in a bit of a panic, "Me too, so do we, and we're all from Weibo Town!" (To be continued......)