The turning point has finally come!
At this moment, a cry of surprise was suddenly heard from the enemy group. Qiu Yizi, who was in front of the formation, also clearly felt that the pressure of the enemy's attack was suddenly reduced a lot, giving his personal soldiers and militiamen a chance to catch their breath.
"Could it be that Yuchi Lianghong and Yuchi Jiming have successfully killed Zhao Maiji?" Qiu Yizi speculated secretly.
But after completing such a task, the father and daughter would definitely come back to report the news, but now there is no news from them at all.
The most feared thing on the battlefield is the loss of information. This strange situation made Qiu Yizhi, who was also a veteran of the battlefield, extremely uneasy. He hurriedly ordered Zhao Chengxiao: "The enemy has been frustrated. Brothers, work harder and we will definitely defeat them completely!"
In fact, at this time, Qiu Yi's soldiers had reached the limit of their endurance, and the rigorous training and experience of life-and-death battles finally came into play at this moment - they forgot the pain that had penetrated deep into their bones, raised their heavy arms, took staggering steps, shouted with their dry and cracked throats, and summoned up their last bit of strength to launch a final charge against the enemy.
The black-clad bandits before them suddenly lost all organization, like scattered sand, and were torn into pieces by the opponent's tidal attack. The brave and fearless look they had before was gone in an instant in the blink of an eye, and they immediately collapsed like frightened wild beasts.
More than half of Qiu Yizhi's personal soldiers and militiamen had been killed or wounded, and their physical strength had reached its limit. Their legs felt as if they were filled with lead, and even if they wanted to chase the enemy, they were unable to do so.
Qiu Yizi was a man who loved his soldiers. He was reluctant to force his soldiers to pursue the enemy, so he ordered them to rest where they were, and he quickly went forward to look for Yuchi Lianghong and Yuchi Jiming, father and daughter.
After passing countless corpses and fallen wounded, Qiu Yizi finally found Yuchi and his daughter among a pile of corpses of men in black. However, the dignified martial arts leader Yuchi Lianghong was lying on the ground with a dagger stuck in his rapidly heaving chest and a pool of black and red blood under him. His daughter Yuchi Jiming was kneeling beside him.
Qiu Yizi was horrified upon seeing this and hurried forward, but unexpectedly he tripped over the body of a man in black on the ground and immediately fell beside Yuchi Lianghong. He saw that his brother, who was a master in martial arts, had his eyes closed, his face was pale, and a trace of blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. He was no longer as heroic as he used to be.
When Qiu Yizi saw this, two lines of hot tears immediately flowed down, but she did not dare to call out loudly, and hurriedly said to Yuchi Jiming: "Jiming, don't just stand there! Go to Tongguan and ask a doctor to come and heal your father's injuries!"
Yuchi Jiming answered blankly with an "Oh", but still knelt without getting up.
Yuchi Lianghong, who was lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes and said with a weak breath that seemed to be about to disappear: "My dear brother, there is no need to trouble you. I am no longer able to do this..."
"No, it won't happen." Qiu Yizi said, "Brother is a martial arts expert, how could he die so easily? The person in the world who can kill brother has not been born yet!"
Yuchi Lianghong tried to open his dark grey eyes and said, "My dear brother, please don't talk and listen to me..."
Qiu Yizi was afraid that her voice would overshadow Yuchi Lianghong, so she choked and whispered softly: "Brother, you say...Brother, you say..."
Yuchi Lianghong said: "Those who practice martial arts know their own limits. I have already injured my heart meridian. Even if the Ten Kings of Hell are willing to show mercy, I will definitely not survive. I have practiced martial arts all my life and killed many people. Occasionally, innocent people died at my hands. It is natural that I died under the sword today. There is nothing to resent..."
Qiu Yizi hurriedly said: "Brother, stop talking and stabilize your vitality first. When the military doctor arrives, he will definitely be able to bring you back to health..."
Yuchi Lianghong seemed not to hear Qiu Yizi's comfort, but asked: "Is Jiming here?"
Yuchi Jiming saw his father's eyes gradually dim, as if he could no longer see himself so close. Tears welled up in his eyes and he grabbed his father's bloody hand and said, "Yes, I'm right here."
Yuchi Lianghong showed a gratified smile on his face and said, "You are very good at martial arts, and you have seen a lot of the world in the past two years with your uncle. I am relieved. Your two brothers are useless. In the future, the burden of the Yuchi family will be handed over to you..."
Yuchi Jiming hurriedly said: "I am a girl, how can I do this?"
Qiu Yizi quickly replied, "Jiming is great, brother made a good choice. Big brother, you should recover first and then make the announcement in public, so that you can convince everyone, right? When the time comes, if there is a need for me, I will definitely do my best to help."
After hearing this, Yuchi Lianghong closed his eyes slightly and said, "If you can help me weigh it, I will..."
The last few words he uttered were so soft that they could hardly be heard clearly. He exhaled the last breath from his chest through his slightly smiling lips. His heaving chest stilled at a comfortable height, and he finally passed away unusually calmly on this life-and-death battlefield.
Qiu Yizi was still able to try hard to suppress her sorrow, but Yuchi Jiming, at such a young age, could no longer control his emotions and cried bitterly while lying on his father's lifeless chest.
His shrill cries made Qiu Yizi unable to look straight. She quickly turned her back and wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeve. She saw that the person lying at his feet was Zhao Maiji. He was stabbed several times in the chest, face, and neck. Each knife went deep into the muscles but was not fatal. There was only a scar on his face that had exposed his skin and flesh. The white bones could be seen in the red muscles.
However, Zhao Maiji's vitality was extremely strong. Such a serious injury did not kill him. He was still breathing hard with his mouth wide open.
Such an ugly sight made Qiu Yizhi feel endless disgust in his heart. He raised his feet and stomped and kicked Zhao Maiji's body, cursing: "It's all your fault, you evil thief! It's all your fault, you evil thief!"
Zhao Maiji was seriously injured and unable to resist. He could only allow Qiu Yizi to leave footprints filled with hatred on his body.
Just as Qiu Yizhi was venting his anger, he heard a voice behind him: "Brother, why do you have to do this? There are important things waiting for you to do. Don't get angry and hurt your body."
Qiu Yizi turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see his third brother Zheng Miao, limping towards him with a worried look on his face.
Qiu Yizi was still furious and cursed, "This villain has committed so many evil things. It would be too easy for him to die quickly. I will cut him into pieces and grind his bones to scatter ashes, leaving him no place to be buried. Then ask him if he has a wife, children or elders. If I find out, I will kill them all to vent my anger!" As he spoke, he continued to kick Zhao Maiji hard.
Zheng Miao had never seen Qiu Yizi so angry and angry before. He became more and more worried. Just as he was about to reach out and pat his sworn brother on the shoulder, he suddenly lost his strength and fell down.
Qiu Yizi was shocked when she saw this. She no longer cared about the dying Zhao Maiji and hurriedly turned around to support her third brother Zheng Miao.
When he helped him up, he realized that the red robe Zheng Miao was wearing was soaked with blood. With a little force, he could squeeze out the sticky and fishy blood. He hurriedly exclaimed, "Third brother, why didn't you tell me earlier that you were so seriously injured?"
Zheng Miao's elegant face was yellow and pale, without a trace of blood. He said, "You are in a hurry to command the battle, and I am embarrassed to come and hold you back..." As he said that, he couldn't stop coughing.
Qiu Yizi was anxious and pitiful, and hurriedly scolded his trusted followers: "Are you all scared? Why don't you help me help the Third Prince lie down!"
Everyone then rushed forward and laid the weak Zheng Miao to the ground.
One of the guards accidentally lifted the corner of Zheng Miao's robe and immediately shouted, "Look, sir, the Third Prince is seriously injured!"
Qiu Yizi leaned over to check, only to see that Zheng Miao had a wound on his stomach that was nearly a foot long. Even his small intestine had leaked out of the gap, and it was still wriggling with blood.
If such an injury was discovered immediately, stitched up by the best military doctor, and treated carefully, it would be a life-or-death experience. Moreover, Zheng Miao fought for a whole day with such a serious injury, relying on the breath in his chest to support him until now. Now that the enemy retreated, his breath also dissipated, and his body could not support it immediately. His vitality slipped away as fast as sand flowing through his fingers.
"It's okay. Third brother has always been in good health, and he is a lucky man. Such a minor injury is nothing to worry about. Once the military doctor comes and gives him a little treatment, he will be back to full health!" Qiu Yizi said hurriedly.
In fact, Qiu Yizi was also a veteran of many battles. It seemed that he had seen such injuries countless times. He knew that his third brother would probably not escape death. The words he just said were more to comfort himself than to comfort Zheng Miao.
Zheng Miao was very aware of his injuries. He tried to support his upper body and said to Qiu Yizi, "Brother, don't say anything more. I know what's going on. My elder brother has no moral principles and has done such unfilial things. It is a shame for the royal family. Although my brother is not a descendant of the Zheng family, he is like a brother to me. If you encounter such a traitor, you must take action to eliminate him and restore the clear and bright world. Do you understand?"
After saying this long string of words, Zheng Miao was already out of breath, coughing loudly non-stop, with blood constantly flowing out of the wounds on his body.
Qiu Yizi was afraid that Zheng Miao would continue to lose energy if he continued to talk, so he hurriedly said, "I know, I know. How can I handle such a big thing alone? After the three of us recover, we will fight against the traitor Zheng Xin together!"
After that, he raised his head and shouted, "Zhao Chengxiao! Zhao Chengxiao! Where is the military doctor? Where is he? Call him over!"
When Qiu Yizhi organized his militia, he imitated a fully functional reorganized army, and specially recruited two doctors who knew medical skills and trained them as military doctors. However, in the bloody battle just now, these two military doctors were killed, and no matter how Qiu Yizhi and Zhao Chengxiao shouted, they could not come to save people.
But Zheng Miao continued, "My dear brother, your talent and knowledge are not inferior to mine, and your bravery and decisiveness are far superior to mine. This is what my father often said to me when he was alive. Although the responsibility of defeating the rebels is heavy, only my dear brother in the world can shoulder such a heavy responsibility." As Zheng Miao spoke, he reached into his arms to take something out, but his hands kept shaking, and he couldn't take anything out after a long time.
Seeing this, Qiu Yizi hurried forward to help, and finally took out something carefully wrapped in silk from Zheng Miao's blood-stained robe. When he opened it, he found it was a seal, so he asked: "Third brother, what is this? Could it be..."