The stream was filled with a faint smell of blood.

She quickly stood up and looked around cautiously.

There was nothing out of the ordinary.

Could it be that it trickled down from upstream?

She pulled out the black gold soft whip from her waist and quietly approached upstream.

In front of the stream, there were five or six men lying in various directions, all covered with blood. Two of the guys fell half-body into the water, and the blood on their bodies was flowing down.

Yang Ruoqing frowned, but luckily she didn't drink the stream water before.

The clothes of these people looked neither like Luo Fengtang's National Defense Army nor the Han army.

But let’s say they are ordinary people. How can any ordinary person carry such a long scimitar with them?

Could it be that this is a bandit? A robber? A mountain king?

Then there was a conflict with the Han army or the National Defense Army that happened to be passing by, and they were killed in the end?

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly knelt down to check the injuries of these guys one by one, including the weapons used by the National Guard Army, the methods of their attacks, and the impact surface of the wounds.

Yang Ruoqing knows all this.

Why?

Because the leader of the National Defense Army was Luo Fengtang, and the instructor was also trained by Luo Fengtang.

Therefore, all members of the National Defense Army adhere to Luo Fengtang's style.

After several inspections and looking at the wounds, Yang Ruoqing decisively ruled out the National Protector Army.

Among the five or six people, almost all had lost their vital signs. When she came to the last person, Yang Ruoqing saw that this person was the most seriously injured, and his body was covered with blood.

She shook her head and turned to leave.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my ankle.

Turning her head, she saw the most seriously injured man lying on the ground. His big hands firmly grasped her ankles. He raised his head with difficulty and condensed the last trace of free strength in his body into one sentence: "

help me!"

After saying that, he loosened his fingers, his head drooped, and he completely lost consciousness.

…

"Report!"

A soldier rode a fast horse through the thick night ahead, and rushed like a sharp arrow to the man riding a tall black horse in the middle of the team.

"Report, general, a letter from the spies ahead!" The soldier took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang raised his hand and the soldiers retreated. Vice General Xie came up behind him, holding a torch in his hand.

With the light of the torch in Vice General Xie's hand, Luo Fengtang spread out the letter.

Luo Fengtang finished the few words in one glance.

He raised his head and looked at the vast night ahead. In the night, there was a faint sound of the rushing river.

"General? What's going on ahead?" Vice General Xie asked.

That night, after a head-on confrontation with Wu Xiong's army in Tianhai County, Wu Xiong retreated steadily and then fled eastward.

The general personally led the national defense army to pursue the victory, but unexpectedly, several cities to the east had already fallen into the territory of the Han army.

The hinterland of these mountains, canyons and rivers had already been laid by the Han army with many traps.

The general led everyone to overcome obstacles and defeat the generals, greatly defeating the Han army's arrogance.

However, when they entered this hilly land, due to the uneven terrain and constant roadblocks, the Wu Xiong deserters who could have caught up with them in half a day were actually thrown away by them again.

And no trace has been found.

Hearing Vice General Xie's question, Luo Fengtang came back to his senses.

"We found traces of the Han army twenty miles ahead. Send the order and the whole army will speed up the march. They must reach the Tongtian River ahead within half an hour and intercept them before they cross the river!"

Vice General Xie took the order and hurried over to deliver the order.

Luo Fengtang looked forward, his deep and dark eyes slightly narrowed, his stern face full of determination to win!

…

While Luo Fengtang was marching hastily at night, Yang Ruoqing stopped chasing.

Why?

Because she stayed in the end and saved the life of the man she met by chance.

When she was cleaning his wound, she was really suspicious. If it were an ordinary person suffering such a serious injury, he would have burped long ago.

Even bleeding could kill him, but this man couldn't breathe, and he waited until she appeared.

The wound was treated and the bleeding stopped. Now she went out to hunt a wild mandarin fish in the stream, and picked some wild mushrooms to replenish his health.

When she returned to a nearby cave with the roasted fish, she found that the person who was supposed to be lying there had struggled to climb to the entrance of the cave.

"Oh, let me go. If you want to die, don't pull your sister's ankle and beg me to save you," Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes.

"I saved you and sewed your wound. It's hard for you to crawl so far while you were still lying down. Your wound was opened by you. Your blood is not valuable, but my medicine is. Brother, don't waste it like this.

No?"

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's scolding words, the man on the ground raised his head with difficulty. He looked at the young woman dressed as a man standing at the entrance of the cave. She was also holding a tree branch with a piece of grilled meat skewered on it.

Get golden fat mandarin fish.

"Girl, thank you for saving me!" He said, almost taking a deep breath every time he said a word.

"I, I want to find my brothers..." he said again.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the night outside the cave behind her and said, "But those few lying with you by the stream?"

The man nodded, his eyes filled with anxiety and pleading: "How are they doing? Please save them, girl!"

Yang Ruoqing shrugged and said, "There is no hope. When I found you before, if you had even half a breath, they would have been dead already!"

"What?" The man was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened, "All, all dead?"

"Well, they are all dead, but you were lucky enough to still have one breath to meet my sister, otherwise you would also be dead right now." Yang Ruoqing said.

The man didn't seem to believe Yang Ruoqing's words, or maybe he did, but he couldn't fully accept the fact for a while. He lay on the ground and didn't respond for a long time.

But his whole body was tense, and after a while, he slammed his fist on the ground, lowered his head, and made a muffled sound.

Yang Ruoqing looked at him and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

When many people encounter sad things, they burst into tears or faint, and then wake up and scream.

What's more, some are looking for death and survival.

But this man, the way he vents his grief and anger is so unique.

Looking at his fists hitting the ground one after another, his fingers were broken, and the back of his hands was full of blood. This guy smashed his fists until blood dripped, but he didn't feel any pain at all. It seemed like he was shaking

A watermelon was smashed.

This is too...

"Are you being hunted by your enemies?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

He ignored it and continued to vent his grief in his own way.

"Stop smashing it, everyone is dead. Even if you smash your fists into pulp, they won't survive!" Yang Ruoqing continued.

"What does your little girl know about movies?" He suddenly raised his head and roared at Yang Ruoqing.

"They are my brothers who live and die together. They died to protect me. You woman don't understand anything. Shut up!"

He roared again, his scarlet eyes filled with burning flames.
Chapter completed!