cloud roll mountain river

Chapter 1 Seventh Battalion Commander

He remembered that he lost consciousness in the white snow all over the sky, and when he opened his eyes, he could only see darkness.After moving his eyeballs, he was sure that he was neither blind nor paralyzed, but was bound hands and feet in a box, and even though he was not a burly man, he could not move.

He pondered for a while, and belatedly remembered that he should struggle, but gave up.He lost his weapon and couldn't get rid of the darkness. This familiar scene made his cheeks hot and sweaty.

It was just a dream - he had realized it, it was just the past repeating itself.

He would soon be out of breath from being trapped in this small space, and there were the sounds of two people whispering outside the box, followed by footsteps.Someone would open the box and carry him out of the box, who was unconscious due to difficulty breathing, and his hands were very cold when he was half asleep and half awake.

He will fall asleep completely, and wake up in the most ordinary inn on a summer morning, watching the dust fly.

The past is doomed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't wait for anyone to open the box, but let him fall into the darkness, he subconsciously clenched his fists, the feeling of fullness in his hands kept him awake, and the familiar fishy smell hit again , the sky suddenly brightened, and at dusk, crows were eating his flesh and blood. Although he held a horizontal knife in his hand, he was stuck in a pool of blood and could not move.

Another crow screamed and struck, its blood-stained claws gouged out his eyes!

"Li Changming!"

Chang Ming seemed to be inspired, jumped up from the bed, waved away the hand that was holding him tightly without thinking, and drew the knife out of its sheath neatly.

"Zheng!——"

The room was silent, only the sound of the wind blowing from the horizontal knife.

Chang Ming was taken aback for a moment before he saw who was in front of him.

"Bang bang!" The medical officer beside the bed stared at all this in astonishment, and dropped the medicine bowl in fright.

"Li Changming!" Qin Zuoxi, who was waiting by the door, stepped forward, but when he was about to draw out his saber, he was stopped by someone next to him, so he turned to whisper to Chang Ming: "Don't be rude!"

Chang Ming resentfully withdrew his knife, and said: "The lower official is rude, don't blame the army commander."

Yijing waved his hand, and said calmly: "Put down the knife, you have not recovered from serious injuries, and you have caught a cold, let the military doctor diagnose and treat you."

"Yes."

The bitter taste of the medicine made him sick like blood.

"From now on, Li Changming is specifically referred to as the acting battalion commander of the Seventh Battalion, who will exercise the power of the battalion commander, and his rank will also be promoted to the fifth rank."

As soon as Yijing said this, the two battalion commanders, Qin Zuoxi and Ou Wenqing, looked at each other tacitly. Li Changming stood quietly in the snow with his swords in his arms. , Whispering, the Ning Wu Army, which had been seriously injured, was even more lively than before.

"Don't whisper in front of Shangguan, don't you understand these rules?!" Owen scolded, and then everyone retracted their tongues. Li Changming still stood calmly, and gave Yijing a slight salute.

There are no extra actions and words, but the eyes that landed on him cannot be brushed away.

His long hair was simply tied in a ponytail, his face was delicate but a little immature, his lips were as white as snow, and his eyes were like stars. He was not like a seriously wounded soldier, but like a dead statue. There was no joy or sorrow, only cold eyes.

Compared with the burly military officers around him, he is a bit abrupt, shorter in stature, with a handsome face, and two horizontal knives in his arms, one long and one short, to him, just like a child holding a big axe out of place.

Standing in the crowd, Fang Xingai sized him up, not only sighed, the worldly affairs are too difficult to describe in one word, but this person who should not appear on the battlefield is one of the military officers that the former battalion commander especially valued.

The Ningwu army is divided into left and right.The commander of the army confers the rank of the third-rank Yunhui participating general. Under the commander of the army, there are six battalion commanders in total, three on the left and three on the right.The right side has more elite soldiers than the other armies, while the left side has fewer soldiers than the right side, but each of them is given rank and salary as a military officer, although except for the army commander and battalion commander, other people have no real power , but the left part itself is to solve various difficult situations and existences when marching and fighting.

Fang Xingai sighed, now that there is no Zhongjun in the Ningwu Army, except for Yijing, the commander of the battalion, the status of the battalion commanders in Ningwu can be said to be powerful, even though Li Changming is only the temporary battalion commander, he has not been granted the post of battalion commander. There are some grades, but Chu Guangliang, who has surpassed all the people, can be said to have happened unexpectedly.

When the crowd dispersed, leaving Owen looking at Yijing wanting to talk, Yijing just casually picked up the letter at hand, waiting for him to speak.

"Is it really Li Changming? Why don't you see Chu Guangliang?"

Yijing asked back: "If it were you, how would you evaluate Chu Guangliang?"

"This man has been in Ningwu for many years. He is kind, upright, and affectionate. He has many contacts with everyone in the army..."

"That's right, he has been in Ningwu for many years, and he is not the previous deputy of the Seventh Battalion."

"…………"

Yijing rolled up the letter and continued: "After the commander of the Seventh Battalion died in battle, we only thought of letting him take over in a hurry... But in the past few years, many things happened that we were caught off guard, although he was not affected in any way. , but those involved are those who lived and died with him, and it is precisely because of integrity and friendship that he is inevitably depressed."

Owen sighed softly, and then said again: "But what about Li Changming? When I saw him today, I felt that he was dead, without showing any expression. He has been in Ningwu for five years, and today he is only twenty and three. He is temporarily serving as the battalion commander. Power, it's too young!"

Yijing raised his eyes and looked at him: "I have temporarily acted as the commander of the army when I was 20 years old."

Owen leaned forward and said, "That's different!" Seemingly realizing that he had been rude, he calmed down for a while, and continued, "Your personality and character are different from his. Chang Ming is in the Ningwu Army. He is known to be obsessed with the improvement of martial arts, but he only wants to get close to people he knows well, if he is a stranger, he will not even take a look at him, he is not someone easy to get along with in the army."

Yi Jing nodded: "You are right. He is isolated and helpless in the army. It is not easy to take charge of the Seventh Battalion. Outside of Ningwu, no one has heard of the name Li Changming, let alone officialdom. contacts."

Owen fell silent.

Yijing said coldly: "Such a person may not be bad for the situation Ning Wu is about to face."

"Huh? Coming soon? It means that we are about to return to Jianhe Valley? Could it be that the saint blamed us?"

"The sage didn't express his position. The Ministry of War proposed that Ning Wu, who was seriously injured, be sent back from the battlefield and return to Jianhe Valley to hide his strength and bide his time."

Ou Wenqing picked up and put down the longbow in his hand, thought for a while, but still didn't know what Yijing's words meant.

"The lower officials don't understand."

Yijing pursed his lips, turned around and returned to the main seat in his camp to sit down, and then said in a low voice: "I'm afraid Su Xiang will be in danger."

Owen turned back in astonishment: "Why do you see that?"

"More than half of Ning Wu was injured, but it is not impossible to continue to participate in the battlefield. The Minister of the Ministry of War is Su Xiang's student, why should we be sent back? This battle has been fought for more than two years, and we are already winning. If Ning Wu leaves now, In the future, when meritorious deeds are rewarded, the credit will definitely not go to us."

"This battle is extremely difficult, but it's a great achievement. Prime Minister Su wants us to give up..."

Yi Jing nodded: "I have a close relationship with him. If I did this suddenly, I must have expected something, so let us retreat bravely."

"Then what about Su Xiang?"

"After returning to Jianhe Valley, I can only make a decision."

"However, the time for the national martial arts examination is not long or short. If we don't have a great contribution this time, then after the martial arts, the official department may not give us a good face, and they will just send some crooked melons and cracked dates. .”

"I understand your concerns, but this matter should be considered in the long run. Only when you avoid the frost and snow in front of you can you have the warmth of spring."

Owen sighed with a headache: "If..."

He fell silent suddenly.

Yijing's eyes were empty, and he pressed his tightly pressed lips with his index finger, only the whistling wind could be heard in their ears.

Owen stepped forward cautiously, as if the books under his feet were not loess but rivers of blood. He asked in a low voice, "Is there no news from him anymore?"

Yijing replied: "After he left, I never inquired about him again."

That's how life and death are unknown.

Qin Zuoxi walked back with Li Changming, the north wind howled past, the heavy frost and snow last night had stopped, the white snow under the sun was dazzling but not warm.

"We are going back to Jianhe Valley soon, and you should notify and arrange the seventh battalion as soon as possible."

"Yes, I'm going right now, sir."

Qin Zuoxi patted him on the head, remembering the days of martial arts competitions in Jianhe Valley, Li Changming was only seven feet tall, so he thought he was a child at a glance, "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me and Owen Qing, But if we do our own thing, we will not interfere."

Li Changming's face suddenly showed a dumbfounding expression, and he seemed to remember something, and said: "Speaking of what I don't understand... I remember I heard before that the commander of the army was promoted to the fourth-rank captain at the age of 20. On behalf of Ningwu Commander's authority."

Qin Zuoxi nodded: "That's right, it took five years before he was promoted to be a third-rank general."

"Even if the Ningwu Army was wiped out at that time, and there were only a few dozen people left, why did you choose a 20-year-old youth? Isn't it possible to transfer a commander from elsewhere?"

Qin Zuoxi shrugged: "I don't know about that, I was still busy with the martial arts exam... Could it be because the commander of the army is a rare Xingzhu?"

The two looked at each other, each not knowing why.

After bidding farewell to Qin Zuoxi, Chang Ming went straight to a small tent.

The army commander said that it was time for the ice to melt, but there was no brazier lit in this small tent.

Sitting alone in it, his face was paler than that of Chang Ming who was seriously injured. His hands covered with chilblain were holding a brush and wanted to write another word, but found that the ink was frozen and the tip of the brush was as hard as iron.

"Ah Liang!" Li Changming hurried into the tent, covered the heavy tent tightly again, turned around to light the brazier, and prepared to heat hot water for Chu Guangliang, "What are you doing? Brazier, are you dying?"

Hearing the words, Chu Guangliang raised his head and stared at the person in front of him in a daze for a long time before he barely recognized Li Changming, forced a wry smile and said, "I don't plan to stay for a long time, so I didn't raise the brazier, I didn't expect the ink to freeze so quickly... ..."

Li Changming was stunned for a moment, and went closer to look at the document that Chu Guangliang was writing, only to see a few scribbled handwriting, and then looked at his hands full of frostbite, feeling deeply moved.

Even if his hands lost consciousness in the ice and snow, he could still dance the spear through the wind and chop the mountain, but there was nothing he could do with a few simple words.

"Stop writing, it's important to keep warm first." Chang Ming snatched back his paperwork and threw it into the brazier. The flames shot up immediately, and then gradually weakened. Chang Ming said: "Don't write, I won't will let you go."

Chu Guangliang said helplessly, "Chang Ming, I'm not..."

"I know you didn't write your resignation because of me." Chang Ming interrupted him decisively, "But if you leave now, I won't be able to argue."

Chu Guangliang put down his pen, Li Changming turned around and got a bowl of hot water for him and stuffed it into his hands.

"I..." Chu Guangliang frowned, he just glanced at Chang Ming and turned his head away, "But I..."

"A lot has happened in these years..." Chang Ming put down the kettle and turned to look at the tightly closed windows in the military tent. It seemed that he had seen the bright sun when the wind and snow were howling. "I have chosen to stay in In the Ningwu Army, you can rest, but you cannot leave, I need you to establish prestige in the Seventh Battalion, after the interim period is over, you will be the battalion commander, and I will be the military officer, that's all."

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Ancient ABO overhead background;

set up:

1. A: Xingzhu, B: Hesheng, O: Jiangyuan;

2. Jiangyuan still has estrus, but there is no mark, so one Jiangyuan can have multiple Xingzhu (Xingzhu is attacking, Jiangyuan is receiving);

3. Social status: Jiangyuan>Hesheng>Xingzhu, in order to ensure the purity of the royal bloodline and avoid the occurrence of being a happy father, the emperor must have children by himself, so if there is Jiangyuan with strong fertility among the emperor's children, priority will be given Be established as the heir (the status of accepting is higher than attacking);

4. If the child born to the emperor is Jiang Yuan, the whole country celebrates it;

5. Weaken the difference between men and women, emphasizing offense and shou (attack: Junren, Shou: Qingzi, so the emperor's male favorite is also called Chongjun), and parents are only used to represent male and female gender (such as: father, father, etc.);

6. The emperor is a shou (self-proclaimed: Zhen), and the harem raises a gong (servant shou). Except for the king (self-proclaimed: solitary), other gongs have no difference in status;

7. Most of the characters in this article come from the "Yunjuan Mountains and Rivers" written by me before, but there will be differences in the characters, which can be regarded as the story of the next life of the protagonist group of "Yunjuan Mountains and Rivers";

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Alpha: Xingzhu, Beta: Hesheng, Omega: Jiangyuan;

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