Nanming Engineer

Chapter 63
Chen Ergou held Xu Goudan and Wang Huan in one hand, gritted his teeth and grabbed the vine rope with one hand, even though the rough vines scratched his right hand to a bloody mess, he still firmly grasped it without saying a word. The human weight quickly slides down the cliff.

In an instant, the three of them had slid to the middle of the mountain, but they heard several screams coming from below. Chen Ergou was startled, and tightened his grip. He exerted force on his torn right hand, and the three people's fall was in vain, and they were suspended. In mid-air.

The three of them looked down together and saw not far below. Due to time constraints, the rope that originally consisted of three vines was reduced to one. As expected, it could not bear the weight of the three young monks who had already descended. It was broken into two parts in the middle. The three monks who slid down first fell from a height of nearly 20 meters and disappeared into the woods.

The liver and gallbladder of the three were torn, Chen Ergou endured the severe pain in his hands, looked left and right, and saw a relatively wide protrusion on the stone wall two steps away from him, which could barely accommodate the three of them, and hurriedly said: "We hang There is no way here, just swing over there quickly, stand on that rock, and make further calculations."

Wang Huan and Xu Goudan also followed the sound and saw the protrusion, and immediately swayed and swung a few times. The three of them swayed and landed on the rock together, and then leaned tightly against the mountain wall to stabilize their figures.

Chen Ergou heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately let go of the blood-stained rattan rope. His hands had been strangled with several deep wounds, bloody and bloody, and he could no longer hold onto the rattan rope, but Wang Huan With sharp eyes and quick hands, he reached out and grabbed the rattan rope that Chen Ergou had loosened, and held it in his hands.

Before he had time to catch his breath, he heard screams from above his head again, and several human figures fell from above. The three of them took a closer look and found that the people who fell were all the little ones who had just stood up and volunteered to be in the back. monk.

All the bodies that fell down were corpses, some of them had their heads separated from their families, and the heads and torsos fell separately. The mountain wind blew down a grin from the top of the mountain. Obviously, those young monks had already been murdered by the Qing soldiers. clean.

Hu Dahai, the fireworker monk, was the last to fall. His chest was slashed diagonally, and a huge wound opened from his left shoulder to his right shoulder, almost splitting him in half.When he fell rapidly from the cliff, he passed Wang Huan's eyes, and Wang Huan clearly saw his eyes, which were still wide open with anger, and looked at him with regret.

Watching his body fall from the front into the jungle at the foot of the mountain, Wang Huan felt his whole body was burning hot, the blood all over his body was rolling and rolling, his eyesight was cracked, and he held the thick three-strand rattan rope with both hands, almost dying. It was broken, the teeth were clenched and bleeding, and the heart was burning like a flame, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Xu Goudan whispered in his ear: "Wang Huan, we must avenge their revenge!"

Wang Huan suppressed the hot tears in his eyes, and nodded heavily, not daring to speak, for fear that if he opened his mouth, he would cry out, but when he closed his eyes, the rolling tears flowed down the corners of his eyes and covered his face.

On the top of the mountain, Su Le had already climbed up. Looking at the empty stone mountain, he asked gloomyly, "Where is the person?"

Looking at each other from left to right, they all focused on the first Bashiku who climbed up. There was a thick red mark on Bashiku's face, which was obviously slapped by some kind of stick, leaving behind Seeing the scars, he saw that everyone was looking at him, and quickly distinguished: "My lord, there are no southern barbarian soldiers on the top of the mountain, only a few young monks, they dared to resist with branches, and I killed them one by one and threw them down the mountain. "

Between the words, Bashiku didn't take it seriously, those monks were not generals, if they were killed, they would be killed, what's the matter?At worst, it's not considered military merit, but I can't let it out, especially the tallest little monk, who dared to slap his face with a tree branch when he wasn't prepared, and even took off his helmet. How could he bear it?It would be cheap for him to cut him with a knife.

Without looking at it, Su Le walked quickly to the edge of the cliff and looked down, only to see the shadows of the trees blown by the wind in the mountains, and the walls below stood vertically like knives and axes, not to mention the shadows of people, not even a monkey.

This rocky mountain is big and small, and the bulge where Wang Huan and the three are located is not wide. Looking down from the top of the mountain, you have to stick out more than half of your body to see it. Su Le can't see it just by looking around.

Su Le's face was gloomy, and when he saw the rattan rope tied to the boulder again, he felt even more annoyed. He drew out his knife, chopped it off with one stroke, then drew out the scabbard again, and walked up to Bashiku who was still looking around blankly with staring eyes. He smashed the scabbard at his head and face.

"Stay alive, stay alive! I told you to stay alive, but you fool, did you turn a deaf ear?" Suler roared, his voice deafening, echoing in the valley, accompanied by Bashku's screams, which continued for a long time.

The rattan rope that Su Le cut fell from the top of the mountain, and because it was caught by Wang Huan, it fell into his hands. Wang Huan took back the rattan rope bit by bit, coiled it in his hand, and then tore off a piece of the skirt, and gave it to Chen Ergou's right hand was properly bandaged.

The uproar on the top of the mountain was still going on. It was obvious that Su Le was still angry and beat Nabashiku to the ground. Fu Quan and the others did not dare to vent their anger. They waited until Su Le had vented his anger before they all knelt down and begged for mercy. After saving Bashiku with a bruised nose and a swollen face, he hugged Su Le and left together, and finally the entire stone mountain fell silent.

The three of Wang Huan still didn't dare to move. After waiting for half an hour and listening carefully, they were sure that all the Qing soldiers on their heads were gone. Goudan and Chen Ergou slowly slid to the ground. From here to the bottom of the valley, the height is less than 30 meters, and the vines are long enough.

There is a forest below, the trees are tall and dense, the canopy pavilions are dense, the branches and leaves are dense, and there are bushes on the ground. The three of them ran around in the woods for a long time, only found some stumps and hands, not even a whole body. , it can be seen that the other young monks died tragically.

Soon, the sky turned dark, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, billowing and filling, and a heavy rain was coming. The three of them had no choice but to find a clearing in the forest with the stump they had found. He dug the hole by hand, buried it hastily, and set up a mark with a thick branch as a landmark for future searches.

The three stood in front of the mound of earth, silent and speechless, Xu Goudan was sobbing softly, Chen Ergou was full of indignation, and Wang Huan stared at the mound in a daze.

After a long time, with a long sigh, Wang Huan closed his eyes and said sadly, "I have harmed them. If they don't follow me on this road, they won't die, and they can still live well."

Chen Ergou shook his body, looked over in confusion, frowned and said, "What are you talking about? You can't blame me, if we don't leave Yangzhou, we would have died in the firewood room long ago, how can we survive to this day? "

Wang Huan shook his head: "You don't understand, I changed their fate." He knew in his heart that the butterfly effect of the traversers had been clearly reflected in this group of young monks. Even if they were destined to die, they shouldn't die here .

Chen Ergou was even more puzzled. Seeing that Wang Huan didn't understand the meaning of his words, Xu Goudan said with tears: "When I was young, I heard from my parents that destiny is predestined, it is determined by gods, and people change. No way. Wang Huan, you can’t change it either.”

Wang Huan smiled bitterly and said, "Immortals? It would be great if there were immortals, then the world would be peaceful."

Chen Ergou barked: "What are you talking about, gods and monsters? What's the use? I heard General Li Shen said before that in this world, it's useless to pray to God, it's useless to ask officials, and it's useless to ask others. Only your own fists are useful. Don't be bullied by others, only when you are strong can you change your destiny, Wang Huan, have you forgotten?"

Wang Huan wiped the corners of his eyes, wiped away the remaining tears, patted Chen Ergou on the shoulder and said solemnly: "I dare not forget, I have never forgotten. General Li Shen's words are still in my ears, how can I forget them? I just felt it and said it, I am just joking."

He pulled Xu Goudan up and said, "We will come back here. When the time is right, we will come back to rebuild their tombs and build monuments and shrines. Now, let's go!"

There was a sound of thunder in the sky, galloping past, a thunderbolt pierced the black night sky, tearing away the layers of black clouds, and then the big raindrops fell, and the downpour covered the sky and the earth, and the three figures standing side by side in the woods, Submerged in a curtain of water.

The rain was heavy, the wind was strong, and the figures were bleak.

(End of this chapter)