The first afternoon sunshine is like fire! The bloodstains on the walls also seemed to be roasted to a boiling point, emitting a blinding red glow in the sunlight. The air was stuffy and hot, and it seemed to be burning. On the Xinhe city wall, the sound of killing shook the sky, and countless Han soldiers were stepping on the corpses of their companions, struggling to climb towards the city, and the two sides fought to the death.

It has been thirteen days since the Han army attacked Xinhe City.

"Your Highness has an order, Mingjin will withdraw his troops."

The herald shouted in a hoarse voice. The gong and drummer who was leaning on the gong stand and napping was a spirit, wiped a handful of eye feces from the corners of his eyes, hurriedly picked up the blow that fell to the ground at some point, and struggled to hit the gong surface that was several times larger than himself.

"When-dang-" The sound of the gong to collect the troops suddenly rippled and spread throughout the battlefield. The Han army withdrew from the battlefield in waves.

"Let's get out and protect each other." The voice of Yan Hou, the commander of the guard battalion, came from the city wall, forcing back a few close Southern Barbarian warriors, and jumping off the city wall with the warriors of the Eastern Han Guard Battalion. On the bloodstained city wall, there was chaos all of a sudden. Several Nanban warriors lifted a stone the size of a grinding plate and smashed it at the Eastern Han soldiers who were still on the ladder.

Wu Ming made a few leaps on the head of the city, landed on the ground, and brought up a phantom with his palms, and pressed down on the top of the heads of these Nanban warriors, and several Nanban warriors snorted, and immediately fell to the ground. Dodging a few arrows that flew over sideways, a Southern Barbarian warrior saw that there was an opportunity, held a big knife, and slashed at him in front of him. There was a piercing roar in the air, and it was too late to retreat, and in desperation, Wu Ming could only raise his potholed iron sword to meet him. "Click-" A tooth-sore sound came, and the sword was shattered after all.

His heart tightened, his feet were wrong, and the person had slid two feet diagonally, and the southern barbarian warrior slashed on the city wall with a knife, and there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the stone chips on the dark red wall battlements flew one after another, and three or four ordinary soldiers saw this, shouted, and at the same time waved various weapons and snatched them up from the left and right.

"Quick, quick, quick, catch him, catch him." An excited voice came from the Nanban, and the nearby Nanban people all surrounded this side.

"My lord, don't go yet." Wu Ming turned his head and saw the squad leader He Tian leaping a few times at the head of the city, rushing left and right, jumping to his side, blocking the two Southern Barbarian warriors on the left for him. He was taken aback and shouted, "You go quickly, leave me alone." ”

"Only catch the warrior who has no sword, and the rest, whether they are dead or alive." The voice said hurriedly. It's fast, it's urgent, it's crunchy. Wu Ming raised his palm and pushed flat, slapping at several people who rushed up. Several Southern Barbarian warriors who pounced on them felt the strong wind and strong palm power, and their complexions changed, and they jumped away one after another.

"Let's go!"

He greeted He Tian, exhaled at the same time, his right foot was a little in the pheasant, and his left hand grabbed He Tian's right hand, and the two of them were suddenly like two fallen leaves in the wind, floating towards the city at the same time.

"Greetings from the Hidden Weapon."

The crisp voice was like a chasing Hades, unrelenting, with a faint excitement, and continued. There was the sound of various hidden weapons breaking through the air behind him, but most of them were heading towards He Tian. Wu Ming stretched out his sleeves, and the sound of "poof, poof, poof" was endless, and many of the hidden weapons that flew quickly suddenly seemed to have encountered an invisible wall of qi, falling into the dust, and as soon as the two of them landed, they heard He Tian cough violently. When he looked sideways, the other side was pale, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, and his back was already blurred, apparently seriously injured.

"Little God!" He was horrified, and he ran back with He Tian on his back.

"Help, sir."

Before he had run two steps, an anxious shout came from behind him. He turned his head and saw two Eastern Han soldiers supporting him, stumbling. One of them drooped his head and coughed incessantly. The other man looked at him with a bloody face and a pair of bright dark eyes. On the city wall, a large group of southern barbarians were looking at them with cat-like eyes, and let out bursts of laughter. Several Nanban soldiers are bending their bows and arrows, preparing to end the lives of the two dolls.

"Ahh Let out a roar of rage. Turning around, he exerted force under his feet, and rushed in front of the two soldiers in a few steps.

"Boom-boom-" Arrows are like lightning. Wu Ming single-handedly pulled out a strong wind and slapped them into the air one by one. Carrying He Tian on his back, he protected the two soldiers and slowly retreated.

"Don't let go of the arrows! Let them go. ”

A figure spun out of the city wall. It was the owner of the voice just now. I saw her, with a hanging nose, big eyes, and slightly thick lips upturned. Wearing a flaming red jumpsuit. He was looking at the retreating four people with interest. The scorching sun was like fire, shining on the woman's white thighs, very dazzling, Wu Ming frowned, squinted, and lowered his head. On the chaotic battlefield, it was quiet for a moment, and people on both sides looked at this strange scene blankly: on the battlefield where corpses were strewn all over the place, an Eastern Han Dynasty warrior, carrying a wounded person on his back, looked vigilantly at the city wall, protecting two ordinary Eastern Han soldiers, and slowly retreated.

"Your Excellency!" The soldier who called for help raised his blood-stained face, his face twitched, and his eyes were already sparkling.

After returning to the position of the Han army's guard battalion, Wu Ming hurriedly carried He Tian to the wounded barracks. Hu Yong, the captain of the Imperial Medical School, took He Tian, and without saying much, he hurriedly greeted a few small medical officers, entered a quiet room together, and went to check the injuries. Wu Ming stayed outside for a while, and found that there was really nothing to do with him, so he had to return to the position of the guard camp with anxiety.

The entire Han army camp had long since recovered from noise. In the air, there was a pungent smell of blood, mixed with a heavy smell of sweat. Many soldiers could no longer care about the untidy appearance of the army, and untied their thick leather armor one after another, put it on their heads, and gasped for breath. The generals of the Han army also turned a blind eye to this. Also, the siege of the city lasted for more than ten days, day and night. In such a hot weather, the whole army was already tired.

"My lord, my lord, here." Wu Ming followed the prestige, but it was his entourage Zhang Hao who led the horse, waving his hand to himself in the crowd, panting. Because the Eastern Han Dynasty Guards Battalion was full of warriors, except for some very special people, they were all equipped with retinues. From the day Wu Ming followed the crown prince, he was determined not to follow at first. But he really couldn't resist the prince's request every once in a while, so he had to pick Zhang Hao casually among the soldiers.

"I'll do it myself." Wu Ming walked over and led the horse. I saw Zhang Hao's leather armor running violently. One side had already lowered his shoulders and helped him tidy it up with his light hand.

"Hurry up, hurry up, rub something!" A violent voice exploded around Wu Ming. But I saw that the Qinglong team of the guard camp was flying in Xiahou, riding on a high-headed horse. He was holding a horsewhip and pumping it towards his entourage with his head covered and his face covered.

"It affected Lao Tzu's head, can you afford to be guilty?" Xiahou flew a horse's belly, brought a gust of wind, and scolded and went away. The retinue behind him trotted all the way. Following closely behind the horse, he looked back at Zhang Hao from time to time, with a look of envy.

The so-called signature is to take credit for the end of the war and record the number of enemies killed. For the purpose of evaluation of seniority, when Taizu of the Eastern Han Dynasty created the "signing head" system, it was originally stipulated that the soldiers of the guard battalion could only kill the heads of the same warriors to count, and at the end of each battle, each warrior must sign the head to improve the sense of competition. However, nearly a thousand years later, these regulations have long been abandoned. The warriors always killed ordinary soldiers and even enemy civilians. Every time you sign a head, you often have a long list of shocking numbers on it. But except for the false reports, only God knows how many of them are the opponent's martial artists.

When Wu Ming arrives. There was already a lot of people at the signing head, and a large group of guards camp warriors were surrounding Lao Ying at the signing head, making a loud noise. Lao Ying had reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, sat on a chair, his eyes avoided the lenses, and looked at this group of uncles in horror. On the ground, like a road that had been run over by a funeral team, was covered with a layer of scraps of paper.

Xiahou Fei grabbed Zhao Fei and said loudly: "Hehe, Brother Zhao, my brother has killed a lot more this time, what about you?" ”

Zhao Fei is the head of the White Tiger Team of the Guards Battalion, because he and Xiahou Fei are from the same wealthy families, so the two of them are relatively close, and they look down on some civilian-born warriors, and they said with a smile when they heard this: "Brother Xia is naturally powerful, how can the younger brother be backward." In this way, the next time we have a game, the loser will have a drink. ”

"Well said! Say! Xiahou Fei laughed. More than a dozen Guards battalion fighters were coaxing aside.

In the guards camp, Xiahou Fei and Zhao Fei are known as "guards double flying", the two have a good family background, and they are generous, and they have attracted a group of people. About half of the entire Guards battalion was relatively close to them. And about a quarter of the people, most of them belong to civilian backgrounds, or can't stand their high-flying domineering, and gradually gather around Wu Ming. The remaining quarter pursued a policy of not helping each other, led by Lei Feier, the leader of the Suzaku team.

Seeing Wu Ming coming, the two got together, chirping and not knowing what to say. After a while, he walked over with a wicked smile on his face.

Xiahou Fei smiled and groaned: "I don't know, how far is Team Wu attacking the enemy this time?" ”

"That's it, Team Wu is so skilled, why don't you go to the baggage camp, or find Hu Yong, it's good to be a medical officer" Zhao Fei next to him clasped his hands to his chest.

This is a blatant insult. Zhang Hao's face was swollen red: "You ......" Wu Ming pulled him and shook his head slowly. Beside them, dozens of subordinates burst out laughing again. Surrounded by the two chief officers, they walked away.

When they were far away, Wu Ming paced over. said to the old Ying at the head of the sign: "Old rules." Zero heads. ”

"Lord Wu, why are you doing this?" The old brush should be dipped in ink. He lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and persuaded.

"It's okay, you just remember it." Wu Ming said: "I'm sorry for you, Lao Ying." ”

"Ahh

"My lord, will you go to Your Highness now?" Zhang Hao asked. Wu Ming is the head of the Xuanwu team, the four brigades of the guard battalion Qinglong, Xuanwu, Vermilion Bird, and White Tiger, only Xuanwu is responsible for the safety of the prince, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a cronie among the cronies, so Zhang Hao has this question.

"Let's go, let's go and have a look at His Highness." Wu Ming nodded, Zhang Hao immediately agreed, and the two took the horse and headed towards the tent of the Chinese military commander.

The prince's tent was located in the middle of the Han army, which was a small high slope, so as to control the overall situation well. When he entered the prince's tent, the prince was sitting in a daze with a gloomy face. A jade teacup was placed in front of him, long gone. On the side of the teacup is a plate of fruit. A few flies were flying up and down around the area. An old eunuch was standing behind him, wanting to drive away, but he was afraid of affecting the prince, so he was so anxious that he was full of big men. Seeing that Wu Ming was coming, the prince was taken aback, reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and said, "Ah Ming, here, sit by yourself, no need to be polite." ”

"Your Highness, please pay attention to your body." Wu Ming looked at the prince's bloodshot eyes and said respectfully. The prince sighed and said, "Ah Ming, you said that we won't be defeated in this southern expedition, right?" Wu Ming thought for a while and said, "On the city wall just now, my subordinates saw that the enemy seemed to have increased their troops, and if it goes on like this, I'm afraid it's a bit bad to be fierce." ”

"I know you don't have good words, don't you know how to say something nice." The prince sighed and said with a little reproach.

There was silence on both sides. After a while, the prince spoke leisurely: "You are so skillful, it is really condescending to stay by my side, Yan Hou is also old, if you can go back safely this time." It's up to you to be the commander of this guard battalion. In this way, it can be regarded as worthy of my sister Xiaoling. I was also relieved. ”

Wu Ming was shocked: "Your Highness, your subordinates should stay by your side, practice kung fu, cultivate yourself, and protect your safety." This position of commander is too big for the minister to be up to. ”

It's no wonder that Wu Ming is so discolored.

In the Eastern Han Dynasty, since Taizu founded the guard camp, to the current Emperor Xuanyuan Wei of the Han Ming Dynasty. A total of 51 generations. These days, the sons of heaven have been in power for different lengths of time. But without exception, they attached great importance to the Guards Battalion, which was related to their own lives. Taizu Xuanyuanhou's policy of governing the country and leveling the family, they have more or less fallen behind. But he has always adhered to the ancestral motto of "rather lack than excess" for the guard battalion.

Because "nine" is the extreme yang, and "nine" symbolizes the Son of Heaven. It also has auspicious meanings, so Han Taizu set up a forbidden military camp with a total of 999 swordsmen. The battalion is under the command, and there are four brigades, which are divided into Qinglong, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Xuanwu. Each team is a positive team and a deputy team. The team leader is divided into team leaders, even chiefs, and Wu leaders. Every swordsman, except for the necessary sword formation exercises. Outside the test of swordsmanship. Also practice various assassination and counter-assassination techniques, raids and counter-raids. and simple rescue and wilderness survival to meet a variety of needs.

Every year during the Lantern Festival, the emperor will personally preside over the fencing conference. Elite disciples were selected from innocent families, famous families, and outstanding sergeants from all over the country to make up for the 100 people who were eliminated. Therefore, this team of 1,000 people is very strong. Generally, you need to reach the third stage of the warrior before you are allowed to enter. And the position of commander is generally highly respected and strong. And it is a famous family can be served, and the current commander Yan Hou is a member of the Yan tribe in the north.