The heavy raindrops could not penetrate the secret jungle for a moment, but Hua Rong almost jumped up with joy because the torch in front of him suddenly went out, apparently extinguished by the heavy rain. Jin Jun was so surprised by this sudden We lost our way in the heavy rain and were afraid of being surrounded, so we had no choice but to retreat to our base.
With this respite, everyone was temporarily freed from the killings. However, how could this group of old, weak, sick and disabled people escape from the jungle smoothly after being damaged for so long
Hua Rong asked an old man if he could go forward in the rain, but the old man shook his head and said that on such a rainy day, going forward would be a dead end. Fortunately, there was no more thunder. Otherwise, if he stayed here, he would be struck to death by lightning sooner or later. .
This rain came and went quickly, but after the heavy rain stopped, it fell into a darker world. At this time, it was just before dawn, and no one could see their fingers. No one dared to light a fire for fear of attracting the Jin army.
Lu Wenlong was not afraid of the fighting on the battlefield, but was afraid of the overwhelming darkness. He grabbed his mother's hand tightly, his teeth chattering slightly: "Mom, is there a devil?"
Hua Rong hugged him tightly. The scene where she almost lost her son almost made her collapse. She whispered in her son's ear: "Don't be afraid. As long as mom is here, the devil won't dare to come."
"Brother, I really didn't expect King Qin to be this kind of person..." Zhahe's voice came, angrily, with a smell of fireworks in the dark night.
Hua Rong suddenly remembered the previous scene and asked, "Zhahe, who is that An Han?"
"He served in the same army as me earlier. I saved him once when he was injured, so we have some friendship with me. But he was promoted later. I heard he was under Wanyan Hailing. Why was he transferred back to the Fourth Prince? "
Lu Wenlong heard that he was an acquaintance and said happily: "Uncle Zhahe, aren't we saved?"
Zhahe smiled bitterly and said: "He is just a young general and can't make the decision. He has let us go today. Don't worry, Wenlong, I will definitely protect you."
Hua Rong stared in his direction in the darkness and suddenly became eager: "Zhahe, can you take Wenlong away first?"
"Little brother!"
"Mother!"
At this time, the sky was already twilight, or perhaps because they had been in the darkness for a long time, they had adapted to the surrounding environment and their eyes could see a little bit. The three of them were covered in dust and blood, especially Hua Rong, who had disheveled hair and was full of blood. Her face was bloody, her whole body was wet, and she no longer looked like a human being. This was the most dangerous time she had encountered after the First World War in Lin'an. However, that time she had her husband fighting alongside her, but this time, she had a son with her. , life is precarious.
Lu Wenlong was also wet all over. Hua Rong took out a wet handkerchief and wiped it on his face, washing away the color of the savage child on his face, revealing the child's fair and handsome face again.
"Mother?"
"Son, please clean up."
"Why?"
Hua Rong shook her head, unable to explain to her son. She held a ridiculous but weak hope in her heart. If the fourth prince saw this child and his true colors, she hoped he would not kill him, that's all. Although she knew that The idea is nothing more than a dream.
In the rising sun, Zhahe watched her carefully wash her son's face. Although he was rough, his eyes were hot and he turned his head, unable to bear to see this scene.
I already like it. Although the handsome boy has some minor injuries, he has grown taller and is almost as tall as his mother. Then, next year or the year after, he will greatly surpass his mother and truly grow into a man.
Hua Rong patted him on the shoulder and said softly: "Wenlong, go over and drink some water and eat something."
Lu Wenlong was also very thirsty. As soon as he walked away, Hua Rong looked at Zhahe. The two looked at each other, and Zhahe asked in a low voice: "Brother, what should we do now?"
She also lowered her voice: "Zhahe, I don't want my son to be in danger. I want him to live. If you take him out, you must find Xiao Hutou and take care of the two brothers for me..."
Zhahe's voice was choked with sobs: "Brother, why don't you leave? Take Wenlong with you!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely come to you."
"You're lying! Little brother, if you can leave, why don't you come with us?"
Hua Rong glanced at the men, women, and children behind him with disappointment. This war, whether direct or indirect, was more or less brought about by him. How could he escape alone and let their blood flow like a river? People say that a man has some things to do and some things he doesn't do, so can a woman just run away? This is a habit she has developed over many years of military service, a habit brought to her by Yue Pengju!
"Zhahe" she lowered her voice, "I'll tell you the address of Little Hutou. You must go find him. He has no one to take care of him..."
"The King of Qin will take care of him after he is settled..." Zhahe was confident at first, but at this time, he had no confidence. The King of Qin didn't even save Hua Rong, let alone her son
Hua Rong's eyes were very dim: "Zhahe, Pengju only has this trace of blood. If anything happens to the little tiger head, I have no hope of surviving in this life. Zhahe, please help me, please, Zhahe combine."
"No... little brother, let's go."
"Zhahe, I'm begging you. Can you do this for me? How pitiful will the little tiger head be if he has no one to take care of him?" Her voice was choked. The little tiger head was alone in a foreign land without a father or mother. , but he looks forward to his mother going back to pick him up every day. As a mother, he has failed miserably.
"Brother, you are the best to take care of him. You should go back..."
She gritted her teeth and leaned against a big tree with her back. There were some injuries that only she knew. She took Wenlong with her and relied on her own kung fu to have little chance of rushing out. Zhahe was better than her own kung fu. Much more, and Anhan might let him go. If he leaves, his chances of escape will be much greater. Moreover, after experiencing many things, he is already tired, with the desire for revenge, the pain of traveling to the end of the world, and the cruelty of war. , even if she survives, how easy is it for a single woman to take care of two sons in troubled times? It's better to offload this burden and let Zhahe bear it. He is a man and his ability to make a living is always better than his own. It is safer for his two sons to follow him than to follow him.
She looked softly at the tall man from a foreign country opposite him - a man from an enemy country. How wonderful life is. When she was in the most difficult time, she was only accompanied by this person who met by chance. She depended on each other for life and death. There was no grudge between Hu and Han. There are no entanglements, only the simplest and cleanest friendship of mankind.
It turns out that the most beautiful friendship can only be found in the meanest people.
Zhahe met her gaze with such a gentle expression, and suddenly took a step back. It was a long-standing secret hidden in his heart. A few years ago, he saw her true face for the first time at the Willow Shooting Festival - that was The goddess on the grassland, the saint on the mountain, is the wife of the famous general Yue Pengju. She is so high up above that she can only look up to her. However, the secrets buried deep in her heart are the secrets that she does not dare to reveal and has never revealed. Who knows? Even if they meet again, she has become a widow, and he can still only be cautious, follow him, dare not tell the truth, and just want to be by her side every day, which is the greatest happiness in this life. So, as soon as she opened her mouth, he lost it She was willing to follow her own little stall, let alone go to the savage tribe, even if it meant going to hell.
This period of getting along day and night was the most pleasant time he had ever had in his life. He followed her, was respected, and realized the importance of a man and the blood of a warrior. However, the good time was so short, and the war was unexpected. And when you meet her, you can't hide from her. Because of this, your heart is even more urgent and pity. She is the goddess in your heart, and having such thoughts is blasphemy. Therefore, no matter where she is, no matter what she wants to do, she can only do it. I can accept it unconditionally and enjoy it as if it were sweetened with sugar.
"Zhahe, please help me."
However, this time, he woke up from her enchanted voice and eyes, and refused hesitantly: "Brother, Black Moonlight's footsteps are fast, you will definitely be able to leave, and I can still resist one step..."
"Zhahe, please help me this time. And Wenlong, if something happens to Wenlong, I won't be able to see his parents even if I go to Jiuquan..."
Her eyes were like a dark night, struggling in hell, with no hope at all. A terrible thought came to her, and she suddenly realized that it was Yelu Da who used a borrowed sword to kill someone, or Jin Wushu who borrowed a sword to kill someone. No matter who it was, King Qin All because his wife and son hid aside. The most reliable person in the world suddenly betrayed. Such betrayal is more terrifying than a knife in the back from the enemy. After being soaked by the heavy rain, the wounds all over his body began to hurt and penetrated into the bone marrow. Can't extricate myself.
"Zhahe, please help me!"
She stared at Zhahe, as if there was only one trustworthy person left in the world.
Zhahe turned his head, unable to refuse such a plea.
Hua Rong was overjoyed and hurriedly turned around and shouted to his son: "Wenlong, come here."
Lu Wenlong ran over with some water and dry food: "Mom, you haven't eaten yet, please eat quickly."
Hua Rong drank some water, stuffed dry food into his arms, and said softly: "Wenlong, follow Uncle Zhahe quickly."
"No, Mom, I won't leave. I will follow you. I didn't follow dad just to be with you. I will never leave you..."
"Mom will catch up with you too. As soon as you leave, mom will come after you."
"You lied to me, mom. If you want to leave, let's go together."
"How dare you disobey your mother?"
Lu Wenlong fell into her arms, but she pushed him away hard-heartedly and said coldly: "Wenlong, you are now a little man and a soldier. Soldiers must obey orders. You must follow Zha Uncle He, let’s go.”
"Don't leave!"
The child choked with sobs. Zhahe couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he picked him up and left.
"Zhahe, wait, let Wenlong ride my Black Moonlight."
This time, Zhahe couldn't help but retorted loudly: "No!"
Black Moonlight is Hua Rong's only hope. With its divine horse, there is still a glimmer of hope for escape. If Black Moonlight is lost again, she will be completely dead if she stays.
"Little brother..."
Hua Rong whipped his arm like a resolute iceberg: "Zhahe, please stop nagging. Just leave if I tell you." She didn't know where she got such strength, she grabbed Lu Wenlong and pulled off the maroon horse. He shouted sharply: "Hurry up and get on your horse."