Qin Official

This was a trap. Zhou Shi understood it when he took the lead to rush out. Those so-called "civilians" actually lined up to resist in an orderly manner after being attacked. Zhou Shi was all too familiar with that well-organized and flawed formation.

"Where did Hufu Township come from with so many Qin soldiers?"

But he quickly realized that when he left Hufu Township, the civilian husband was indeed a civilian husband, but after arriving in Waihuang, the civilian husband was replaced by Qin soldiers! Moreover, the chariot is not necessarily filled with food, there are also weapons and crossbows hidden on it!

As the black-faced Qin official sounded a bronze whistle, a Qin warrior appeared in almost every dozens of carriages in the entire convoy, holding a crossbow and shooting at the young man who rushed out of the forest.

Zhou Shi luckily escaped the attack, but he found that several of his men had fallen to the ground on his left and right, either screaming and moaning, or losing their breath in an instant...

He stood up, shouted, and waved his hands, but he was not shouting to charge, but asking everyone to turn around and evacuate quickly!

However, in this chaotic scene, Zhou Shi's orders could not be conveyed in time. Those brave and fierce rangers seemed not to know what was happening in front of them, and they still screamed and rushed forward one after another to die.

At the other end of the forest, Zhou Shi's cronies also came out with fifty people.

But what greeted them was a row of Qin soldiers who had already lined up. Everyone raised their spears carried on the cart, which reflected dazzling light in the sun...

As early as in the war many years ago, Zhou Shi understood that with the same number of people, there was no chance of winning against the Qin soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles. But across the Qin people's convoy, Zhou Shi could only watch helplessly as the fifty people were surrounded by swords and spears, harvesting their lives.

Fortunately, they also bought time for everyone on the other side to retreat.

But the Qin people soon caught up with them. The black-faced Qin officials who were blowing bronze whistles were holding swords, and the Qin people dressed as civilian husbands were holding shields in front of them. Hold the Wei people and prevent them from escaping smoothly.

Therefore, Zhou Shi could only take the remaining dozens of people to fight and retreat in the forest.

After the battle, Zhou Shi caught a glimpse of Chen Yu's figure, but unfortunately his back was turned to him.

This Confucian scholar spoke loudly, but when it came to the real life-and-death battle, he hesitated to move forward. Finally, he gritted his teeth and abandoned his nephew, Qingxia, Zhou Shi, who was struggling to break up the rear, and several rangers. We got into the woods and ran away together.

"Sure enough, we can't believe these Confucian scholars..."

Zhou Shi asked for help in vain, sighing secretly in his heart, but his hands were not slow at all. A Qin man pretending to be a civilian husband rushed towards him with a short sword. Zhou Shi gently opened the blade and pierced the opponent's neck with one sword. Hot blood poured onto his face.

The sword, this is the "toy" he has been wielding since he was a child, and it is also Zhou Shi's most familiar companion for many years.

It was his father who thrust the sword into his hand.

It has been many years, and the image of his father has been a little blurry in Zhou Shi's mind, but he still remembers his father telling him the history of martial arts soldiers by the fire pit at home...

This professional soldier founded by General Wu Qi was once the pride of Wei.

"General Wu raised 70,000 troops and the whole world could not stop him. At that time, the Qin army did not dare to step into the west of Hexi for twenty years!"

"And out of those 70,000 soldiers, 50,000 are Wei soldiers!"

I don’t know since when, the Zhou family has been serving as military soldiers for generations. They have fields and houses provided by the Wei State, and they have ministers and concubines to farm and herd for them. However, from the time of birth, there is only one man in the Zhou family. Mission: Be a soldier and fight for the Kingdom of Wei!

But if you want to be a martial soldier, you must undergo strict assessment.

When Zhou Shi was seventeen years old, he participated in the martial arts performance of the warriors on the outskirts of Daliang. According to tradition, he and his companions put on triple armor, carried weapons and swords, carried powerful crossbows on their backs, and carried 50 crossbow arrows in their arrow pouches. They also had to carry three days of rations. They set out from Daliang and had to walk a long way in half a day. A hundred miles away by the river!

Carrying a heavy load, he jogged all the way, panting, but Zhou Shi still drank the slightly turbid water of the river when the sun was about to set.

Like a braggart chasing the sun, he lay down by the river and drank for a long time before the second person reached the finish line.

There is no doubt that Zhou Shi, who performed well, became a proud warrior, but he was surprised to find that his companions who did not meet the standards also became warriors.

There is no way, the Wei state is weak and has no right to be picky. As long as they are the children of military soldiers, as long as they are not too different, they can inherit the duties of their father and ancestors.

Looking around, there were only a few hundred soldiers that year, and only a few thousand of the 50,000-strong army in the past were left.

Before Zhou Shi could tell his father the good news, he learned that his father had died in the battle with Qin!

Even the body was not brought back. As for the head, it was probably chopped off by the Qin people and brought back to ask for credit.

So far, three generations of the Zhou family have died at the hands of the Qin people. It was also from that year that young Zhou Shi inherited the blood feud between his family and Qin!

It was around that year that Zhou Shi got a glimpse of his own destiny after burying his father in his tomb.

Unlike ordinary people, soldiers will not die on their beds, amid the cries of their wives, concubines, and children, but will die on the battlefield, wrapped in horse leather...

His senior military soldiers, there are probably more than 100,000 people in several generations. Most of them died in defeats: Shimen, Anyi, Guiling, Ma Ling, died in Yique, died in Huayang, died in Liangquan...

The places where soldiers died in battle were getting closer and closer to Daliang, and the national power of Wei was getting further and further away from its revival and glory.

"Where will I die?" Zhou Shi thought.

"Is it within this forest?"

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The stinging pain from the wounds on his body brought Zhou Shi, who was tired from fighting, back to his senses. He looked around and saw that there were only a few people who were still holding on, and the rest either died or fled.

And those Qin people who were in hot pursuit were still surrounding them from all directions.

Zhou Shi had been fighting and retreating in this forest for half an hour. There were more and more wounds on his body. Although they were not fatal, the constant bleeding made him exhausted and weak. The sword in his hand became heavier and heavier. .

But the terrain of this dense forest is favorable to them. The Qin people's crossbows cannot keep up in time. In a narrow place, it is easy to cause a one-on-one situation. At this time, when they meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!

Zhou Shi picked up his sword again and strode forward. He shouted loudly, encouraging his companions to turn around and fight. They couldn't escape anyway, so why not take a few more Qin people to the underworld with them!

Before the war was confined to a slit between the eyes, Zhou Shi's martial arts skills were superb and he would never lose in one-on-one combat. He faced three people one after another, and he started killing them. His long sword provoked a bloody storm, and his arms turned red all the way to his elbows.

"Wei Wuzu!"

When the battle was at its peak, Zhou Shi seemed to be drunk. He raised the remaining sword high and shouted the slogan of the year. The sword full of gaps also glowed with blood under the noon sun. He seemed to have returned to the battlefield where he faced the Qin army many years ago. His companions wearing armor and holding weapons were forming a square formation to resist the impact of the Qin army's elite soldiers.

The fighting will continue until the soldiers die!

However, when he knocked down the last Qin man in front of him, shouted happily, and looked around, he was shocked to find that the Qin people had not decreased, but his own people were slowly being harvested and killed!

The fourteen-year-old boy who was lying behind Zhou Shi before the ambush, holding the spear shaft tightly, and almost crying out of fear, tripped and fell to the ground while escaping. Three Qin soldiers surrounded him and raised and lowered their swords at him...

A fellow soldier who had followed Zhou Shi since Yangwu took advantage of the narrow terrain of the woods to fight with two Qin soldiers. He was trying to make up for the Qin soldiers who were knocked down by him, but was pierced by a spear. The belly...

There was also the loud-voiced Huang Qingxia who was brought by Chen Yu and newly joined them. He cursed loudly and stabbed a Qin soldier to death in a tree. However, he was hit on the head by a long stick behind him, and blood flowed down his face. His legs fell to the ground, his breath gone...

Zhou Shi also saw that the dark-faced Qin soldier who escorted the grain truck and planned the ambush had been staying away from the front line of the battle, only leading his small team through the forest. They methodically supported each one-on-one battle. After defeating the Wei people with more enemies and fewer enemies, they gave those who could still stand up a neat death.

Zhou Shi was angry. He tried to rush to the rescue of his companions, but unexpectedly a crossbow arrow from a distance shot through his thigh!

He fell to the ground suddenly, his vision went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, there were only dead people around him.

The footsteps were slowly approaching. They were the people of Qin. They were surrounding Zhou Shi, but they were all cautious, because Zhou Shi was still able to kill six people while fighting and retreating. He was not a simple figure.

The severe pain from his legs made Zhou Shi grit his teeth, but he still held on to his sword and forced himself to stand up.

"It seems that this is my burial place."

Zhou Shi's yellowed beard was covered with blood and mud, and he smiled bitterly.

The phalanx of warriors is invincible in the world!

If there are colleagues, Zhou Shi will have nothing to fear.

But they all died in battle one by one and disappeared one by one. Today, more than ten years later, Zhou Shi was shocked to find out as he looked around blankly.

I am the last remaining soldier...

The dozen or so Qin people in front of them were not arrogant enough to challenge Zhou Shi. Under the shouts of the black-faced Qin official, three crossbow soldiers stepped forward, ten steps away, and faced the enemy who could no longer move even half a step. Zhou Shi slowly raised his crossbow...

Zhou Shi knew that he was bound to die, but he was not afraid of death. That Confucian scholar Chen Yu was right, those who eat what they eat will not avoid their troubles. Although Zhou Shi had never been treated by the king of Wei or a guest of the prince in his life, he was a military soldier. This background destined him to be a general. Together with Wei, we will live and die together.

After these two months of struggle, Zhou Shi asked himself that he had been worthy of the kindness of the Wei State for generations. Although he failed to expel the Qin people from Wei, although he failed to save the Wei State with his own meager efforts.

But he had nothing to regret or regret. At least he had killed no less than ten Qin people in his own hands, which was enough.

The black-faced Qin official raised his hand high, ready to order the arrows to be released at any time, while the crossbowmen had already cocked their bows and would draw the hanging knives at any time.

"Chen Yu said, Zilu is a Confucian scholar, and a gentleman will inevitably win the title after death."

The Qin official had no expression on his face and waved his hand!

"I am a soldier. Even if I die, I must maintain the dignity of a soldier."

The crossbowman pulled the hanging knife, and the roaring crossbow arrows were getting closer and closer in Zhou Shi's eyes, but he burst out laughing!

"As a soldier, dying in battle is an honorable matter. You should smile at the axe, and be happy to do so!"

His thoughts stopped suddenly, popping sounds were heard one after another, and several crossbow arrows shot through Zhou Shi's chest and abdomen, taking away his life.

At the last moment of his life, this veteran martial artist still had his eyes widened, leaning against a tree, holding a sword in both hands, standing upright, and did not fall down even though he was dead.

Heifu stepped forward and bowed to Zhou Shi's body. The bow was so heavy that his hand almost touched the ground. The Qin soldiers behind him also stood in awe, put away their weapons, and bowed in unison.

Then, Heifu raised his sword, said sorry, and cut off Zhou Shi's head without hesitation!

Zhou Shi, a veteran of the military service, was supposed to lead his troops to conquer Wei in the north on the orders of King Chen more than ten years later, and finally regain Daliang and realize his dream of restoring the country.

In this historical time and space, he died in an unknown forest in Waihuang County. He was beheaded by a Qin official named Heifu, who was not famous among the princes...

There are no more Wei soldiers in this world!