Chapter 32: A Mistake, a Borrowed Knife

Chapter 32: A Mistake, a Borrowed Knife

Chapter 32: A Mistake, a Borrowed Knife

Half an hour later, all enemies were cleared.
The already chaotic camp became even more chaotic.
The few tents that were still intact were all overturned and lay there in a mess.

There were spots of blood on the wet ground.
The rain fell bit by bit, forming red streams that flowed into the depths of the earth.

It was still raining heavily, but fortunately there was a huge depression in the mountain where the soldiers could rest.

Bonfires were lit one after another, and the hot air filled the air, burning the soldiers' armor that had already been soaked through.

But the soldiers didn't care about it.
In the past, when fighting on the battlefield, the armor and lining would be soaked with blood, which was sticky and very uncomfortable, and also had a bad smell.

In comparison, getting wet by the rain was already a pleasure.

Lu Yunyi walked among the soldiers, giving instructions from time to time:

"You are all elite soldiers, so you know that you need to drink boiled water when fighting in the wild.

It's not like suppressing rebellion in the country, where you used to drink river water at will without punishment.

But it is different in our army. Anyone who dares to drink raw water without permission will be punished by military law!"

The soldiers present looked at each other in bewilderment. Many of them were indeed as Lu Yunyi had said.
He moved around in the Ming Dynasty and suppressed rebellions many times.

I've also drunk the river water mixed with blood, and it didn't seem like a big deal.

"My Lord, is it really that serious?"

A soldier was beside a campfire, wringing out his lining, with a puzzled look on his face.

Lu Yunyi nodded solemnly:

“I’m sure the military disciplinarian has told you this countless times, but some soldiers still don’t take it seriously.

But I want to tell you that it is rumored that the Champion Marquis died after drinking the grassland water.
If he couldn't survive with his honor, how could we survive?

So, be careful when doing anything on the grassland."

He looked at the shirtless soldier again:
"Like you, if you need to change your lining, put on your clothes quickly. The mosquitoes on the grassland can kill people."

The soldier was startled and blinked his eyes.
He quickly took one side of the package, took out the folded dry lining inside and put it on.

Lu Yunyi nodded with satisfaction:

"When the water boils, everyone should drink more.
One is to drive away the cold, the other is
There are Yuan people roaming around here. We need to find out where they are.

I don’t know when the next break will be.”

As soon as these words were spoken, all the soldiers were awed and could not help but prick up their ears to listen to the screams in the distance, and many of them even looked up.

There was a fat black man interrogating the Yuan people alive, cursing and swearing.
I hope to get some intelligence from him.

After Lu Yunyi explained the precautions to the soldiers, he breathed a sigh of relief.
If you want to survive on the grassland, you need to be extremely cautious and not be careless about food, clothing and other expenses.

Soon, Lu Yunyi arrived at where Liu Heiying was.
He was looking gloomy, staring at the three people tied up and naked in front of him with a grim smile:

"Where is your main force? What are you doing here? Have you seen a group of Ming troops?"

"We said it, we said it, we all said it"

The three men kept shouting with crying voices,
He looked at the ground in horror from time to time, which was already stained with bright red blood.

At the same time, something seemed to be moving in the moist soil, piling up layers of soil.

Seeing this scene, they were so scared that they moved away from the
Some black bugs had already crawled onto the wounds on their bodies, feasting on the blood.

Lu Yunyi simply glanced at them and stopped paying attention.
If they fell into the hands of the grassland people, they would have suffered the same fate.

"How is it? Where did Yan San go?" Lu Yunyi looked at Liu Heying and asked.

Liu Heiying threw the whip in his hand aside.
Then he waved his hand gently, and immediately a military clerk handed over the booklet.

"Brother Yun'er, Yan San is in big trouble.

A thousand-man team from the Naiman tribe has arrived and is chasing him everywhere. No one knows where they are now."

Lu Yunyi looked surprised, then strange and enlightened. He looked up at the camp that had already been in disarray:

"The Naiman tribe came for them?"

Liu Heiying shrugged, nodded, and pouted at the three people:
"According to what they say,

This branch of the Naiman tribe was a group that defected last year. Its leader was of noble status.

Now I am hiding here to avoid disaster, they are here to hunt me down."

"No wonder. A tribe of 500 people only has so few cattle and sheep. Are they fleeing?"

A doubt in Lu Yunyi's mind was resolved, and he asked again:
"Then why did they chase Yan San?"

Liu Heiying's eyes rolled around, and he moved closer and lowered his voice:
"The leader of this Naiman branch has some status. He is the younger brother of the leader of the Naiman tribe.

Now that he has been killed by us, these people will seek revenge on Yan San."

"Yan San. Was he a scapegoat?"

Lu Yunyi's eyes were filled with astonishment. Even though he was well-informed, he couldn't help but sigh at the twists and turns of the world.

The real murderer is at large, and his enemies are hunting down his enemies. It's a strange plan to kill someone with someone else's knife.

“Based on the current situation, yes.”

Liu Heiying's dark face showed a sinister look, and his little white teeth spit out silently.

He lowered his voice even more, raised his eyebrows, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"How about we sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight? And reap the benefits?"

Lu Yunyi pretended not to hear and picked up the booklet to check the records.

Including when to arrive here,
When did the troops come to the camp?
And where did they start hunting down the three major divisions of Yan?

Lu Yunyi wrote down these messages one by one, using them to infer Yan San's current location.

But this made Liu Heiying on the side a little anxious.
Thinking that my voice was too quiet, I moved closer and raised my voice slightly:

"Why don't we sit on the mountain?"

Lu Yunyi glanced at him, threw the booklet into his arms, and left.

"Speak louder so that everyone in the camp can hear us. Then we can sit back and watch the fight."

Liu Heiying looked dazed, and hurriedly trotted over:

"Then, then, wouldn't that be like watching someone die without helping?"

Lu Yunyi paused: "If anyone knows that there is a plot to murder, he will be punished with caning."

"What do you mean?"

"Anyone who knows that his companions are planning to murder others and does not immediately stop or rescue them, and who does not report it after being murdered, shall be punished with 100 strokes of the cane." Lu Yunyi spoke eloquently, and then continued:
"The Military Law and the Military Defense Law also stipulate that if you fail to help someone dying on the battlefield, you will be beheaded.
We just got into trouble and managed to escape, but now we have to jump into the fire pit again.

You think this fat is a burden, and you want to separate your head from your body, so you can go into battle with only your head, right?"

Liu Heiying's face turned pale. Once he arrived at the grassland, without the housekeeper to support him, he became a little carried away.

"Then let's go rescue him?" he asked quickly.

"Of course we have to rescue them. The Marquis of Changxing has issued a military order when he came here, to find the bodies of the dead or alive.
Maybe he already knew about this place and is using it to test us."

Lu Yunyi curled his lips and sat by the campfire indifferently with a deep look in his eyes.

Liu Heiying was shocked. After thinking for a while, he quickly looked up at Guo Laoliu who was complaining about the world beside the campfire. His eyes suddenly became sharp:
"So, those six guys are here to spy on us?"

"how could I know."

Lu Yunyi glanced at him, took out a piece of dry biscuit and threw it into the water.

The dim firelight illuminated his face, which was sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Ever since he was promoted to the rank of Qian Hu, he felt that there were dangers everywhere.

It seemed as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him in the darkness, waiting for him to make a mistake.

Since the Guo Quan incident, this feeling has become even more obvious.
Even the actions of the two marquises in the army became quite meaningful.

Lu Yunyi scratched his head, suddenly feeling a little annoyed. He looked at Liu Heiying who was also thinking deeply beside him:
"Do you think I'm overthinking?" Liu Heiying raised his head, stared at him, and finally said affirmatively:
"You've been with the master for too long, and your heart has become black."

Lu Yunyi remained silent, quickly putting these messy thoughts behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"We will rest here tonight and send people to patrol the surrounding areas. Don't wait until the enemy gets close to us before we notice it."

"It has been arranged. We are all old brothers, so we will do things steadily."

Lu Yunyi nodded, looking past the soldiers and towards Guo Quan who was twisting the lining:
"He has to keep a close eye on it too. No matter if it's his eyes or not, nothing can go wrong."

"Wu Fuliu is watching, I've already told you,
Brother Yun'er, I think he is really a spy.

Otherwise, why would powerful people like them come to the army to suffer? "

Liu Heiying touched his chin. If his father was Marquis Wuding, his life would have been so comfortable.

Lu Yunyi took out a bowl and poured out the soup from the pot, saying:

"Military relatives always have to talk about their military achievements. If they have no achievements, there are probably many people gossiping behind their backs."

"Like you don't study with the sir?"

"Almost." Lu Yunyi was stunned and smiled:

"Now that we have been promoted, no one will gossip about us anymore."

Liu Heiying nodded in agreement:

"Since Brother Yun'er became a thousand households, my father told me that Mr. Lu has more social engagements every day.

Some people who have nothing to do with me come to try to get close to me.
Some people even came to my father, wanting their sons to join the army and get a job.”

Liu Heiying showed disdain and spat:
"They don't even see how much we brothers have suffered, and they want to become officials right away. There is no such good thing in the world."

Lu Yunyi ate his soup noisily. The food in the army was hard to swallow, and it was even harder to describe when he was on the march.

He could only let the soup stay in his mouth as little as possible and get it to where it should go as quickly as possible.

Lu Yunyi suddenly thought of something and looked Liu Heiying up and down:
"Others can lose dozens of pounds in a few months after joining the army, why haven't you lost any weight?"

He should be about 1.8 meters tall and weigh at least 200 kilograms.

He is dark and looks extremely intimidating.

Liu Heiying patted his belly:

"Didn't Yan San say that he got stabbed several times because of his fat when he was fighting?

I thought I was stronger than him, so I should be able to take one more blow.

I am the only son of my father. If I die, the Liu family will have no descendants. "

"There are three kinds of unfilial behavior, and the worst is to have no descendants. This is true.

I think you don't have to send those girls away this time.
Hurry up and have a baby, there is strength in numbers. "

As Lu Yunyi spoke, he pouted at Guo Quan:

"Look at Guo Laoliu, he has so many brothers, they help each other, no matter how hard they try, they won't die.

Unlike the two of us, we are all alone.”

Liu Heiying nodded again in agreement:
"Just listen to Brother Yun'er and go back and buy two more young ladies!!"

Lu Yunyi looked helpless:
"You are almost like a Bodhisattva in Qingzhou. I heard that the girls in the brothels are eagerly waiting for you to come and redeem them every day."

Speaking of brothels, Liu Heiying's eyes lit up:
"There aren't many pretty girls in this remote place called Gyeongju.

If there hadn't been trouble at home, how could he have fallen to that point?

Most of them are helpless and are pitiful people.

Just like the new sister Zhuo Xiu, her life story is so miserable that it makes me feel sad just by hearing about it. "

Before he could continue, Lu Yunyi took over the conversation:
"My father gambles, my mother is ill, and my younger brother studies.

She has just started and is not familiar with the job yet. Her brothers and sisters all rely on her.
I just want to make money to pay off my debts and live a peaceful life."

Liu Heiying froze in place, his face full of astonishment, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes:

"Brother, you also went to Xinghualou? You also feel sorry for them, right?"

Lu Yunyi's hands, which were digging for food, froze. He slowly raised his head and stared at Liu Heiying carefully:
"You really made me cry to death."

"Ah? Why are you crying? Let me see." Liu Heiying immediately moved his head closer and turned sideways.

"Shut up, you shark arm."

Lu Yunyi drank the soup in the bowl, stood up, and picked up the long knife on the side:

"I will go to patrol the camp, you settle the prisoners.

Forget it, let’s kill them all. They are just a burden to keep with us. We will leave tomorrow.”

Although Liu Heiying was somewhat confused by these strange words,

But after so many years of getting along, he has gotten used to it and quickly responded:

"Good."

After Lu Yunyi left, Liu Heiying picked up his sword.

He walked straight to the side of the three people and met their eyes full of fear.

After studying it for a while, he put the long knife into his pocket while holding the dry biscuit in his mouth and muttered to himself:

"You really, I'm crying, what's the point."

"Spare my life."

Ignoring their wailing, Liu Heiying pulled out his long knife and stabbed again.

"Pfft..."

The long sword was slowly pulled out, the silver-white blade was already covered with blood, followed by a scream!
"what!!"

Yan San looked at the long knife and felt the pain in his abdomen.
Listening to the sound of the long knife cutting through flesh, his body couldn't help but tremble.

At this moment, his face was pale, sweaty, and he had a stick in his mouth.
An elderly soldier was digging at the wound on his abdomen with a dagger in his hand, with a serious expression on his face.

"Sir, the wound has become ulcerated. If you don't cut out the rotten flesh, I'm afraid your life will be in danger."

Yan San's face suddenly showed a fierce light, his eyes were like a sharp eagle, staring at the wound, and cursed incoherently:
"Let me off the hook. I've been stabbed in the stomach six times before, and I didn't die every time. How come you're the one who didn't die?!"

The soldier raised his head with an innocent look, threw away the yellowed flesh on the dagger, and said helplessly:
"Sir, please stop struggling. The more you struggle, the more pain you'll feel.

There's no telling when the pursuers will come.
The sooner it ends, the sooner the adults can rest."

After saying that, he stabbed the dagger again.
Yan San's eyes widened immediately, bloodshot inside him. Instead of listening to the advice, he started cursing again:
"This Yuan people will attack by surprise,

Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have confessed on the spot.

When I recover from my injury, I will kill them all sooner or later."

"Ah, slower, slower."

The soldier looked helpless: "Sir, many soldiers are injured. If I don't hurry up, they may not be able to hold on."

Yan San seemed to have given up resistance, lying powerlessly on the simple bed with empty eyes:
"I'm really going to fail this time."

He raised his head with difficulty, looked at the soldier, and asked:
"Has the soldier who delivered the message returned?"

The soldier remained silent.
"I have another question for you!" Yan San was a little angry.

The soldier sighed, and the hand holding the dagger paused slightly:

"Sir, I am a military doctor, not a scout, much less a herald officer."

Yan San's face froze, he blinked, and spoke with a sense of loss, suddenly feeling that the scene in front of him was a little hazy:

"Yes, I am confused."

(End of this chapter)