[Comprehensive Qiong Yao+Red Mansion] History is turning a corner

On an open grassland, the two sides fought together, the sound of weapons beating, horses neighing, and the unwilling screams of dying people mixed together, dyeing this fertile area red.

Crouching down suddenly to avoid the large knife that was slashing across his head, Yong Jue put his right hand on the ground and kicked the horse's legs with both feet. The soles of his boots inlaid with iron sheets immediately cut through the horse's hide, and Yin Hong's blood flowed out.

咴咴咴儿——

The pain in his legs was unbearable, the horse neighed, and when he lifted his front legs, the horse body was raised, and the cavalry who was swinging a big knife across the four directions suddenly fell on his back, and the knife flew far away, smashing up a cloud of smoke.

"Drink!" Yong Jue strode forward and stabbed him through with a knife.

He just took a breath, and before he could relax, he heard a gust of wind whistling behind him. He kicked his legs forward without thinking, rolled forward and stood up neatly.

Sure enough, if he didn't dodge quickly, the sneak attacker would succeed.

"I C you NN! How dare you sneak up on me!" Yong Jue was furious, swearing, kicked his foot, and knocked the opponent's spear flying with a knife. With a crisp sound, the enemy soldiers who were barking their teeth and claws just now have honestly gone to see Changshengtian.

Yong Jue finally breathed a sigh of relief, hid in the grass one person tall, and wailed: "Oh, my waist~~"

"Call. What about you, Chun!" A low curse suddenly sounded.

Yong Jue was just getting nervous right now, so he flipped his wrist and slashed across with the long knife.

The other party also held the same weapon, resisted his attack, and cursed with a face as black as ink: "My own, you idiot!"

"Shut up the guy who is lying behind my back!" Yong Jue glared at him angrily.

Hai Lancha glanced at him and snorted softly, "I'm too nervous."

Yong Jue suddenly exploded: "Bastard, which eye of yours saw that I was nervous?"

Hai Lancha raised two fingers: "I have seen it all."

Yong Jue Mo... Convex

In the past, it was cavalry against cavalry, infantry against infantry, but this time the fighting was very chaotic, everyone got mixed up, the cavalry gained a lot of advantages, and the skilled infantry was not bad either, they all swung their swords and chopped off the horse's legs.

Yong Jue waited for a few uninjured people to wander around the battlefield. The living friends were rescued, and the living enemies were sent away.

"Hey, where are we fighting?" asked one of the infantrymen.

Yong Jue thought for a while: "We crossed the Irtysh River a few days ago and fought all the way. In the past two days, there are more and more enemy troops. I guess they will soon reach Talbahatai. When we occupy Talba Hatai, after two days of rest, it's time to contact the West Route Army and encircle Ili."

Hai Lancha glanced at Yong Jue in surprise, he always felt that this kind of white and motherly pampered guy was all for nothing and unreliable, but he didn't expect him to know everything about the war like the back of his hand.

The battlefield was almost cleared up. Yong Jue walked behind with a knife in his hand. When the battle started before, he shivered, but there was no trauma. He couldn't drag his waist and ask for a rest, so he had to bear it.

The more I walked, the more I felt weak, and I gradually distanced myself from the person in front of me.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark and it looked like it was going to rain, Yong Jue couldn't help speeding up his pace. It's still winter here in March, and it's not an exaggeration to say that the night is so cold that his breath is freezing. Entering the tent ╮(╯＿╰)╭ I didn’t notice that I stepped on a piece of adobe, my foot tilted, and Yong Jue staggered forward and fell down. Before I closed my eyes, I didn’t forget to think that Grandpa’s handsome face could not be hurt.

The expected land mixed with blood did not come, but crashed into a strong chest instead.

"Huh?" Yong Jue looked up strangely, "Hai Lancha? Didn't you leave?"

(A certain chrysanthemum: Indeed, he is leaving, but occasionally I turn around and see that you have not followed, so I just come to have a look.)

With his back turned to him, Hai Lancha bent down: "Come up." The deep voice was a little embarrassed.

"No need, I'll still—hiss!" Yong Jue gasped suddenly, glaring at someone angrily, "Why are you poking my waist?"

A smile floated on Hai Lancha's wheat-colored face: "Come up quickly, there will be no food when you go back after dark."

One sentence hit Yong Jue's weakness. He just turned 16, and he is growing up. If he eats less, he will be so hungry that he can't sleep at night, let alone miss a meal.

Cluttering and clambering up the back of Hai Lancha, Yong Jue hadn't even thought about saying something to thank him when he was startled by the speed of someone walking like flying all the way.

"You, you...why are you so strong," Yong Jue stammered, "What did you eat to grow up?"

"It's not that I'm strong, it's that you're too light." Hai Lancha walked away very easily, and even weighed Yong Jue, effortlessly, and said to someone with a smile: "It's not as heavy as a bear."

Yong Jue's handsome face turned into a pig's liver color, if he was not being carried by the other party at the moment, he really wanted to grab Hai Lancha's clothes and shake him wildly, shouting a few words, what the hell are you being an old man? , lighter than a bear?

How dare you find someone heavier than a bear for me!

Hai Lancha didn't know someone's anger, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

"Ah?" Yong Jue was puzzled, "I don't think you're walking slowly, do I?"

"That's not it. I saw that you looked fair and clean before, you didn't have calluses on your hands, and you were picky when you ate and slept. I always thought you came to the military camp to gain credit." Hai Lancha explained, "I didn't expect you to be good at kung fu. You have a good brain, if you hadn't taken the lead in cutting off the horse's legs today, no one would have imagined that the infantry has been at a disadvantage against the cavalry, thank you for allowing so many brothers to survive."

Hailancha's Chinese is very poor, not to mention stumbling, but also mixed with Manchu and Mongolian. Someone who is used to pretending to be a coward in the Shangshufang almost didn't realize it, but it contained a lot of enthusiasm, which made Yong Jue lay on his back and kept grinning.

"You're so alien, don't you think you're brothers?" He patted Hai Lancha's shoulder vigorously, but the other party didn't respond, but his hands were numb from the shock.

Hai Lancha actually said honestly: "It won't happen in the future."

Fuck, this idiot...

Yong Jue's fists were clenched, if it wasn't for worrying that his hands would hurt even more, he really wanted to touch someone's head.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, I finally saw the gate of the barracks, and a faint smell of food wafted out.

"Hey, put me down." Yong Jue patted him on the arm.

Hai Lancha did so, but was very puzzled: "I'll carry you in, don't you have a backache?"

Living in the deep palace for more than ten years, Yong Jue has always lived a cautious life, striving not to offend anyone, and he has not changed this habit when he is in the army, explaining: "The higher-ups ordered me to clean up the battlefield. You came back carrying it, didn't you tell the captain clearly that he doesn't have eyes, and actually asked a wounded soldier to work hard and beat him in the face?"

Hai Lancha was used to being rough, and couldn't help being taken aback when he heard such a cautious man.

"Okay, I can still walk a few steps," Yong Jue grinned, "When I smell the smell of rice, my strength will come back immediately."

He rushed into the barracks a few steps faster, but didn't see behind him. Hailan looked at him with a puzzled and inquiring expression.

After appetizing and having a big meal, the army was notified to rest for a day.

Yong Jue was lying on the slope, a gust of night wind blew by, he shivered from the cold, and rubbed against the sheltered place down the slope.

"Are you so unaccustomed to the smell in the tent?" Someone sat down next to him, lay down with his arms on his pillow, looked at him with his head sideways, and said funny, "I would rather blow the cold wind here than go to sleep. ?”

Yong Jue pouted: "My back hurts, I can't sleep."

"Really?" Hai Lancha was noncommittal, "I thought you wouldn't sleep because you were afraid of dreaming about being submerged in horse manure again."

Yong Jue sat up abruptly, but before he could speak, his angry expression immediately turned into an indescribable twist, he lay down covering his waist, and groaned, "Nonsense, I'm not afraid of that smell!"

No, Yong Jue suddenly came to his senses, and glanced at him suspiciously: "How do you know what I dreamed about?"

"Guess..." Hai Lancha raised his eyebrows with a look of sudden realization: "You really dreamed it."

If it was in the afternoon, Yong Jue would probably have jumped up to fight Hailancha for the sake of innocence, but when the cold wind blew, he was very clear-headed, and said with a half-smile: "It's not a guess, it's because you dreamed about it. Say, Xiao Mian, do you still want to follow my master's words?"

The way someone raised his eyebrows and laughed triumphantly under the starlight was dazzling, and Hai Lan was stunned to observe.

"Hey, did I hit the mark?" Yong Jue smiled with white teeth shining.

Hai Lancha's wheat-colored face was flushed all the way, and she turned her head to look at the sky in embarrassment: "No."

He is in a daze right now, he doesn't understand why he is staring at a man in a daze, and still thinks he is extraordinarily good-looking?

Yong Jue didn't care about his duplicity, he hummed a little song that was popular in the capital, and admired the starry sky that he rarely paid attention to, or had no time to pay attention to.

The fragrance of green grass, the sound of the wind, mixed with the little song, wandering in the open grassland.

Hai Lancha listened attentively for a long time, and when Yong Jue stopped, he asked abruptly: "Why do you keep talking when you are in a hurry? And, give me a kind of..."

He frowned and seemed to be thinking of words, "Very contradictory feeling?"

"Where is the contradiction?" Yong Jue raised his eyebrows, "Our bannermen are all grandparents, what's so strange?"

"It's not the same," Hailancha insisted with extreme stubbornness, explaining, "They are just proud of their status as bannermen, a title that distinguishes them from Mongolian soldiers and Han soldiers, but you are different, with a Aloof pride, but mixed with... mixed with... urgent, weak..."

He didn't know what to say, and described it: "It's like Xiao Haidongqing who is desperately trying to become stronger surrounded by powerful enemies."

Yongjue looked at Hailancha no longer with the appreciation he had when he heard that he was the best hunter in the Hailar region. Instead, he was surprised and stunned. He couldn't believe it. He didn't know a lot of Chinese. The unsuspecting guy actually saw through him in less than three months.

He really deserves to be an excellent hunter. He is the kind of person with beast-like intuition that Hakilan said, right?

Yong Jue raised his chin and snorted: "You think too much, if you have such a good status, you still need to hang around in the barracks and no one will take care of you?"

Neither of them continued this topic, and closed their eyes to enjoy the night breeze, as if this conversation had never happened.

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The future emperor who is submerged in horse manure and seen through by others, you go all the way...