Weicheng snow

Chapter 176 The Beginning of the War

After Mr. Dugu left, Yi Qingchen's fingers began to tap the armrest of the wheelchair one after another, and he seemed to smile, "Thanks to you for giving them the map, the progress of the plan has just followed, otherwise if you let them They know that the Marrow Food Sect has started to kill each other, so I'm afraid they won't be so active in going to the Valley of Absolute Strings to die..."

Looking at Yi Qingchen's smiling face, Ruhui was so frightened that he couldn't speak, "No... I... didn't..."

Yi Qingchen felt that his head was still a little dizzy, and he couldn't hear what Ruhui said, but he still held on to his smile. He just wanted to go back to the tent earlier, and he must not faint outside, so he urged Ruhui, "You first Send me back to the tent, and for the rest of the day, you can just watch the show."

After saying these words, Yi Qingchen's mind drifted a little, he only felt that all the scenes were silent, and blackness flashed in front of his eyes one after another, if he would be sent to the tent, he exhausted all his strength and walked back to the bed Beside, I couldn't remember exactly what I said like Ruhui, until Ruhui turned around and left, then I let go of all the strength in my body and fell down on the couch.

As soon as Fang closed his eyes, a huge, blue, and desolate full moon appeared in front of his eyes. He was not lying on the couch, but on a cold, somewhat harsh rock, clearly already in a state of insatiable anger. , his body was smashed to pieces, but he didn't feel much pain, as if there was a piece of emptiness in his heart, and his consciousness was slowly becoming blurred.

"Plop..." A black figure suddenly knelt down beside him, Yi Qingchen wanted to turn his eyes to look, but his dying consciousness could no longer allow him to make such large movements Suddenly, his eyes darkened, his body lightened, and his whole body flew into the air. He didn't understand what kind of feeling this was, he just felt that his body seemed to be floating upwards in a daze, but his lower body seemed to be fixed by something. It's like being stuck, and you can't break free no matter what.

Someone in the ear was hoarse, and kept repeating a sentence, "Just a little longer, just a little bit, we will arrive soon..."

Hold on for a while?hold on...why hold on...

"Yi Baixue, please, hold on..."

"Please......"

Opening his eyes abruptly, Yi Qingchen felt his throat was so thirsty that he was uncomfortable, and sat up with his body, wanting to go to the coffee table to drink tea, when Fang got up, there was a tearing pain in his calf, and he sat up in pain. Going back, he lifted up his trouser legs, and was shocked to find that a pus had already appeared where the bruise was originally, and a hole had been broken in the pus, and the yellow-green pus stuck to the fabric of the trousers, which is why it hurt so much.

Yi Qingchen reluctantly walked to the medicine cabinet to find a roll of bandages, soaked it in tea, and wiped the wound. After the pus was almost cleaned up, he had time to check other painful parts.After some inspection, there were seven pustules of varying degrees on the hands and feet. The most serious one had ruptured, and the flesh inside had begun to rot, like a small pit, with red and black human flesh at the bottom.

Yi Qingchen thought about it for a while, and just picked and cleaned them one by one, daubed some golden sore medicine at random, wrapped them tightly with a bandage, and it was considered as treated.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent, Yi Qingchen hurriedly put away the medicine and bandages, went back to the bed and pretended to sleep, just after covering the quilt, Shen Sheng and Shen Yi walked in, the two found Yi Qingchen He was in a deep sleep, and his footsteps were deliberately light. The former walked to the coffee table, rubbed the corner of the table, and said softly, "Who is responsible for delivering the meals to Mr. Yi these few days?"

Shen Yi scratched her head, "I don't know, I forgot about it too quickly, but Mr. Wang Yi is like this, he shouldn't be hungry..."

Yi Qingchen pretended to wake up, turned his head to look at the two, and said hoarsely, "Ah Sheng, Ayi?"

Shen Sheng and Shen Yi hurried to the front of the bed, the latter half-kneeling, leaning on the edge of the bed, with a worried look on his face, "My lord, what's wrong with you? Have you taken your medicine on time these few days?"

Yi Qingchen said with a slight smile, "It's all Ruhui taking care of me."

Seeing that Yi Qingchen actually smiled, Shen Sheng and Shen Yi were shocked for a moment, and immediately looked at each other, Shen Yi asked rather worriedly, "My lord, don't you blame us?"

Yi Qingchen only smiled, did not answer this question, and instead asked, "Why did you two come here together suddenly?"

Shen Yi smiled wryly, "Couldn't it be that you simply want to see you, Young Master?"

Yi Qingchen also smiled and said, "I'm joking."

Shen Sheng pondered for a moment while holding his sword, and explained, "Actually...we are preparing to send troops."

Yi Qingchen was a little surprised, "Isn't it the Lord's reconciliation?"

Shen Sheng rubbed his temples with a headache, "Yes, Lord, but those uneasy disciples of the Sword Sect went to Juexian Valley on their own. They went there for a day and a night, and only one person came back alive... ..." Sighed, and said again, "And the most disturbing thing is that before they went, they had already sent a letter to Jianzong, probably saying how cowardly the south marching army was, blindly committing themselves to begging for peace, the elder died There is no way to take revenge, so I can only sacrifice myself, trying in vain to exchange for a little bit of conscience from the commander of the South Marching Army... Then Jianzong went to the court again... The decree has just come down, we must fight ..."

Even Yi Qingchen was a little surprised at such a fast transmission efficiency, "So fast?"

Shen Sheng nodded, "That's right, those bad old men in the imperial court have been paying close attention to this battle, and all post stations have prepared the fastest horses. Once there is news about the southward march, it must be delivered as soon as possible. ...one day and one night, isn’t it too fast?”

Yi Qingchen felt that it was still a little fast, but what shocked him even more was that he had slept for a day and a night, and he didn't feel hungry at all. There is no need to go to the front line, but there are too many lost manpower at the moment. Although the imperial court has allocated troops, it still takes a few days to get here... So no matter what, I have to wait for the battle here. After going here, I don't know if I can come back alive to see the young master..."

Yi Qingchen smiled wryly, "You're talking nonsense, you will definitely survive."

Shen Yi was very measured in her heart, she just shook her head, "The difference in strength is huge, Yeluo alone can hold back so many seniors, plus Jiang Jiuqu burned the camp earlier and killed too many people, the current strength If you want to fight against it, it is really too difficult... I have a hunch that this battle will definitely suffer heavy losses..."

Yi Qingchen resisted the urge to reach out and rub Shen Yi's head, and only comforted him, "It's just a heavy loss, you will surely triumph."

Shen Sheng lowered his head and laughed twice, "It's useless to talk too much in frustration, I can only borrow my son's good words."

Shen Yi nodded, stood up, clasped her fists and smiled at Yi Qingchen, "Then young master, let's take our leave first, and wait for us to come back."

The two had left for a long time before Yi Qingchen lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, wrapped up his swollen hands and feet with bandages, took out the dagger in his boots, cut off a section of his waist-length hair, and tied it up again. After getting up, it only hangs to the shoulders, so it is much more convenient to move. After everything is tidied up, the curtain is lifted, and the guards who are patrolling are familiarly avoided, and they go around the morgue, and pick off the corpse. A set of Yanzong disciples' costumes were changed on the spot, and they followed the marching team carefully.

It has to be said that the morale of the entire team is very low, and almost no one is looking forward to this war. Even though they had the belief of victory on the way from Weicheng to southern Xinjiang, they can wait for the people around them to die one after another. Having witnessed the strength of the Marrow Sect, one cannot help doubting the difference in strength between the two sides. In addition, they clearly had the opportunity to make peace without a fight before. Going to the battlefield, it is inevitable that there will be some complaints in my heart.

"Do you think we can win?"

"Hey... who knows. If the situation is not right, you can run away first. I will protect you. After all, there is a younger sister in your family who needs to be raised..."

Yi Qingchen mixed among the disciples of Yanzong, observing the situation of the whole team silently. The reason why he chose Yanzong was because the clothes of disciples of Yanzong were much more special than those of other sects. A mask, so that it is much easier to conceal his identity, otherwise, according to Yi Qingchen's reputation in the army, there is probably no one in the team who would not recognize his face.

The Yanzong disciples beside him were still discussing the funeral, but the team had already arrived in front of the dense forest. Yu Mu, who was at the forefront of the team, gave an order, "Cut!" The trees on both sides of the road suddenly fell down, and Yanzong's Yanzong This method is not a waste of time, but it is also the safest method.

But according to this movement, it won't take long for the Marrow Sect to notice it, right?

"The current situation inside the Marrow Sect is unknown, so we can only take one step at a time." Yu Mu explained to everyone, "So even if they swarm up after a while, we must not give up an inch. The group of old foxes gave me the order that even if they die, we must consume their combat power before the arrival of reinforcements."

"There is no way out!"

Yi Qingchen lowered his head, smiled without saying a word, and after a short while, he really heard the discussion from the juniors beside him, "Did you hear that? He said we were going to die."

"But I don't want to die yet..."

"Run away, find a chance to escape..."

Yi Qingchen listened, raised his hand, and put the back of his hand against his lips, so as not to make the smile too obvious.

From Yi Qingchen's point of view, Yu Mu is a soldier who returned from the battlefield. He is strong and strong, and he is not afraid to sacrifice his life for his loyalty. There is nothing left, the word "send to death" is used to arouse the fighting spirit of the Imperial Forest Army, that's fine.

But telling these already disheartened juniors would be like adding insult to injury.

Yi Qingchen is not very clear about Yu Mu's considerations, but he can be sure that the surviving team of this sect family will not be able to go to the battlefield, let alone compete with the Food Marrow Sect. Perhaps as Yu Mu said, the current Southern The march may be just a victim used by the old foxes in the imperial court to test and consume the marrow cultivator's combat power. The real troops are on the way. One catches all.

Yi Qingchen put his hands down, suppressed his smile, looked at the figure sitting on the tall horse at the forefront of the team, tilted his head, and murmured, "I don't know if Yu Shuai didn't know, or if he knew but decided to go forward." To die?"

An hour later, the logging soldiers came to tell Yu Mu suddenly, "Shuai Yu, brothers went inside to check the concentration of miasma, and it has met the requirements..."

Yu Mu raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows that had been wrinkled into the word "Chuan", and responded, "Burn it..."