It was so dark that you couldn't see anything, and the wind was blowing louder and louder.
Not far away, a wolf was howling, and the smugness in his voice was terrifying.
The corpses left behind by the war allowed it to feast on its fill.
There was no sound from the side where my uncle went, and no one seemed to be around.
Qing'er couldn't hide any longer, so she got out of the grass, a sword in her hand, and stumbled towards the way she came.
"Uncle, uncle, uncle, where are you, uncle, uncle, uncle, where are you, uncle, uncle, uncle, I am here, uncle" In the dark night, Qing'er's cry was heard.
The north wind whirled and creaked the branches, as if answering her.
When the wolf not far away heard her cry, he responded from time to time: "Whoa" With the help of memory, he went around the mountain beam, waded through a small river, followed the small river to the east, and then climbed over a mountain beam, and arrived at the place where he had fought before.
In just ten or twenty miles, Qing'er didn't know how many times she tripped over the corpse under her feet and fell.
Her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't make a sound.
On a slope, she tripped and rolled down, throwing her sword aside.
By the time she woke up, it was already dawn.
There was blood on her face and hands.
"Where's My Sword?"
Qing'er remembered, got up and looked back.
At the top of the slope, the sword lay quietly in the grass.
On the slope where she rolled down, there were the bodies of two Qi soldiers.
She may have tripped over one of the corpses, her palms propped up on the ground and punctured.
He wiped his face with his sleeve, rubbed his eyes again, and continued to walk back with his sword.
The morning sun peeks out on the top of the mountain in the distance, and the sun shines down, piercing the eyes and making it impossible to open them.
The dew soaked the clothes and made it difficult for people to walk.
It was already mid-morning when I found the original point.
There was not a single living person except for the traces of the battle and the corpses.
Qing'er was like crazy, running to check the corpses, looking for the corpses of her uncle and the protectors.
Found one, two, three, four In various parts of the battlefield, she finally found the corpses of the mages and dragged them together.
Only I didn't see my uncle's body "Uncle Uncle Uncle" Qing'er's voice couldn't shout anymore, her mouth was moving, shouting, but there was no sound.
Listening to her uncle, since her father and mother were killed, she has been following her uncle, and it was her uncle who took her everywhere to find her grandfather Yang Zhu.
She and her uncle are not as close to her grandfather as on the surface, but in her heart, she has long regarded her uncle as her own grandfather.
On the way to find his grandfather Yang Zhu, he often encountered battlefields.
Sometimes it was just in time for the fierce battle between the two sides, chasing them to their side.
They would hide in a safer place and wait for the battle to end.
Sometimes passing by the battlefield that has ended, looking at the battlefield that has not yet been cleaned, the corpses that are still bleeding and the war horses that have not yet died.
Sometimes you can see people who have escaped from death and beg them for help I often encountered the same situation this time, and was chased and killed by the defeated soldiers and deserters.
Only this time they encountered the commander who had become too much, and they must be killed.
The general situation is that as long as you show weakness to the other party and beg for mercy, the other party will let you go.
If you can't beg for mercy, you can drive the other party away with your strength.
This is the situation on the battlefield, and it is the escape that is the main thing.
But this time he encountered a thousand-commander, a greedy man who still thought about military merits after losing the battle.
When they saw that the Korean cavalry did not chase after them, they still thought about military merits when their lives were saved.
Qing'er dragged the corpses of the protectors together, trying to bury them so that the wolves would not eat them.
At this time, the Qi State was a defeated country, and it did not dare to come to clean the battlefield for the time being.
The Korean cavalry returned to the camp after a sneak attack on the camp of the Qi army, and they did not dare to clean the battlefield.
So at this time, the battlefield became a vacuum, and no one dared to clean up the battlefield windfall.
Qing'er didn't believe that her uncle had escaped and didn't go to her, so her uncle must have died somewhere else.
Thinking of this, Qing'er began to look back again, in the direction that Qi Bing was chasing.
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I thought: Uncle must have chased and killed Qi Bing.
By this time it was already afternoon.
Qing'er hadn't eaten for two days, but she didn't know that she was hungry or tired, she only knew that she had to find her relatives if she looked for it "Uncle, uncle, uncle," she cried inwardly.
At this time, she had no more tears, and her tears had dried up.
With a strong will, she found seven or eight miles back, and there was no trace of a battle along the way, and she found it again.
She still couldn't believe it, and went to the place where her uncle sent her to hide.
Not far from the main battlefield, she showed blood all the way.
Her heart tugged again, thinking it was her uncle's blood.
After chasing for more than a mile, the blood stains became thicker and thicker.
It ended on a dead horse.
It turned out that this bloody road was shed by war horses.
Next to the war horse, Qing'er appeared, and there was a bloody man rolling to the side, overpowering the grass.
"Uncle Uncle Uncle" Qing'er cried again, followed the path that the bloody man had walked, and searched all the way.
When they reached the creek, the blood was gone.
Without thinking about it, she waded across the river.
After crossing the river, on the bank of the river, she showed her footprints again and followed the footprints, and after walking less than two miles, she finally saw the man who had waded across the river.
That person was none other than her uncle.
"Uncle Uncle Uncle" Qing'er pounced, picked up her uncle's head, shook it, and cried.
My uncle's body was full of wounds and bleeding everywhere.
But none of them were fatal wounds.
It's just that there are too many wounds, too much bleeding and not bandaged in time.
Plus after walking so many ways, he couldn't hold on anymore.
Under Qing'er's shaking, my uncle slowly woke up.
A smile appeared on the uncle's face, and he whispered, "They are all dead and dead" Then his face changed again, and he said sadly: "The protectors are all dead, none of them are alive, I am going to die, I am too old to take care of you, Qing'er, you have grown up, and you will have to rely on yourself in the future."
Qing'er, don't rely on others, rely on yourself, don't rely on your grandfather, he will only bring you disaster, he has too many enemies, and there are too many people who want to kill him, Qing'er" Uncle's voice was much lower, and it began to be intermittent.
"No-to-be afraid to get out of the war zone, no vassal state will kill - women and - children, don't be afraid, be afraid" After the uncle finished the last sentence, his neck crooked, and his body softened.
"Uncle Uncle Uncle" Qing'er used her last strength and shouted.
With that cry, her throat bleed.
Since then, her voice has changed.
But her face has not changed, and the wound on her arm that was cut for Zhuang Zhou is still there
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