Kacha —
There was a slight crisp sound.
The scholar beside Zhang He spat out a mouthful of blood.
The illusion shattered, and the battlefield filled with smoke was replaced by a devastated wilderness. The moment Zhang He came out of the illusion, his eyes were bloodshot and his chest was heaving with anger. Because the first thing he saw was a familiar head being cut off by a sickle.
The latter's eyes, which had not yet closed, were filled with reluctance.
As if to say—
My lord, run!
The headless body of the scholar was facing the ground, and was stepped on by Chen Tang. In her right hand, she held a giant sickle that was more than a person's height! She used this sickle to cut off the scholar's head by decapitation! Her expression was full of indifference.
At this time—
The hot night wind brought a stronger smell of blood.
They rushed into Zhang He's nasal cavity, causing a physiological spasm in his larynx. At his feet, there were dead bodies lying in a mess. Judging from the traces of struggle left beside the bodies, they died very suddenly.
Zhang He was able to break free from the blindness thanks to the scholar's burning desire for literature. Otherwise, Zhang He would not have known until the moment of his death that he had never escaped death. He squatted down and held up the head, wiping the blood off the other's face with his sleeve.
After doing all this, he brushed the scholar's face again.
A sneer escaped from Zhang He's throat.
"Shen Youli, you win."
It's not that he doesn't want to run away, but he knows that he can't run away. How can a wild rabbit running wildly in the wilderness avoid a hawk that is staring at it? Although he has the heart to kick the hawk, he doesn't have the strength to kick it. Instead of struggling and being laughed at, it's better to accept it calmly.
Chen Tang's eyes remained calm, neither sad nor happy.
Zhang He lowered his head and looked at the closed head in his arms. He glanced at the corpses on the ground. He felt sad and painful. His face twitched unnaturally. "But, do you think you are the final winner? You! Are! Not! You! Will soon follow in our footsteps... Hahahaha, we are all Gu insects in the same pot. Even if we fight for a Gu King, we are just tools in the hands of others. Chen Jun, Chen Youli, the same goes for you."
Chen Tang looked coldly at Zhang Yongqing, who was speaking incoherently and incoherently, and asked calmly, "What do you mean by that?"
What the hell is the “others” that Zhang He mentioned
"Mr. Chen is also curious?" Zhang He carefully put his head down - if he closed his eyes and didn't look at the two people's current appearance, and only listened to their conversation, he would think it was an ordinary chat - he bent down to pick up someone's sword, staggered to his feet, raised his eyes to look at the unconscious Chen Tang, and a sense of malice rose in his heart.
"It means that the closer you are to success, the harder you will fall. You and I are just poisonous insects fighting each other, who is more proud than who? The same goes for Huang Lie!" He raised his hand and placed the long sword across his neck, laughing crazily, "There are some truths that Mr. Shen will probably be kept in the dark until his death. Although Zhang is short-lived and destined to die here today, at least he can be a ghost who knows the truth."
After saying that, Zhang He slashed his sword towards his neck.
As blood splattered, he was unable to support his body, and his legs softened and he fell to the ground. Suicide is not an easy way to die, especially for someone like Zhang He. Before death really comes, he has to endure extremely painful suffocation.
Chen Tang stepped forward and took a look.
Facing Zhang He's not-so-big black eyes, there was a hint of pleading in his eyes—not pleading with Chen Tang to save him, but pleading with Chen Tang to help him and give him a quick death. His lips were like a fish coming ashore, mumbling silently, unable to utter a single word.
Chen Tang was kind-hearted and helped him.
"This guy doesn't even have the national seal with him?"
Chen Tang took Zhang He's head and touched him all over. He did not feel the national seal, but he felt a piece of black cowhide in his arms. The cowhide was placed near his heart, and curiosity prompted Chen Tang to open it. This thing is not dangerous, there is only a piece of silk cloth inside.
She shook the silk cloth open.
In the moonlight, I could clearly see a pattern drawn with ink. It was surrounded by a narrow circle, and inside the circle were three identical sectors, which looked like clover at first glance. In addition to the pattern, there was also a strange address on the whole piece of silk.
"Whose family crest is this?"
Whose family tattoo has such an unlucky pattern
Chen Tang put away the silk cloth and rushed to Chaoli Pass with Zhang He's head. Huang Lie led his troops to besiege, and it was unknown how long Wei Shou and others could hold out. As for Gong Xichou, Chen Tang asked Qingniao to send him a letter, asking him to break out and join them as soon as possible.
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"I see the lord and the second young master!"
Wu Xian's trusted generals led troops to provide assistance.
Finally, they ran into the disheveled Wu Xian and his son near the foot of the Chaoliguan Mountains. A trusted general dismounted to greet them, his eyes red with excitement: "My lord, I am late to save you."
With the help of the not-so-bright moonlight, Wu Xian saw the identity of the person who came, and his tense heartstrings finally relaxed, and he felt relieved for having escaped. He endured the pain and struggled to help the general up: "How many soldiers did you bring with you?"
The general answered truthfully.
He thought Wu Xian was worried about not having enough soldiers, so he immediately patted his chest and issued a military order: "Although there are not many soldiers, I swear to protect the safety of the lord! I will never let the lord and the second son enter danger again! Lord, second son, please mount your horses quickly."
Wu Xian said: "You lead the troops to the mountain."
He is still thinking about Shen Tang.
Zhang He brought too many elite troops, and Wu Xian didn't know how many heavy shield warriors there were, so he was worried that Shen Tang would be in trouble. Even if Gong Xichou came to support him later, he should pretend to express his attitude as an ally to avoid leaving room for criticism.
The trusted general looked in the direction of the mountains and then at Wu Xian.
Wu Xian said: "I'm fine, just do as you are told."
The trusted general immediately clasped his fists and accepted the order: "Yes!"
There were quite a few generals who came out to rescue him, and even without him, the lord would not be in danger. After he was safe, Wu Xian looked at his silent second son, sorted out the losses, and couldn't help but burst into tears, with regret filling his heart.
"Father, it's my son's fault!"
The second young master finally came to his senses.
He knelt down in front of Wu Xian, who was treating his wounds, and kowtowed without waiting for anyone to react. Dong Dong's head was covered in blood after two kowtows, and his companions rushed forward to support him in fear.
"What is this, Second Young Master?"
As a father, Wu Xian had no intention of speaking.
The second son burst into tears and said, "This is all my fault. If I hadn't insisted on going into the mountains to hunt, I wouldn't have lost so many of my right-hand men. It's all because of my ignorance. Father, please punish me..."
His injuries were the lightest among everyone else.
The fight broke out at this moment and even the two big men couldn’t suppress it.
The second young master hit him twice more, and the muffled sound and the blood that kept flowing from his forehead made everyone feel distressed.
"Your body and hair are given by your parents! The Second Young Master is so careless, have you ever thought that the Lord will feel bad?" Seeing that the Second Young Master was about to die, a general hurried forward to stop him. He tied up the Second Young Master first, and then pleaded with Wu Xian, "Lord, this happened suddenly, all thanks to the enemy's cunning and viciousness, how can you blame the Second Young Master? Please persuade him!"
"Yeah, don't let anything bad happen to you."
One by one, the generals came forward to plead for mercy.
The second son listened to their consolation and burst into tears, still expressing his self-loathing. His father still had no intention of forgiving him. The second son made up his mind and rushed forward, suddenly snatching a sword from someone. He drew it out and prepared to kill himself, to die as an apology.
Although his strength was not as good as that of the old seniors, his agility caught everyone off guard. When he successfully took the knife, a bloody mark was left on the second young master's neck. The skin was torn and blood was gushing out.
Good guy—
If we were slower, people would have lost their lives!
Wu Xian raised his hand and smashed the big rock beside him. The loud sound of the rock breaking scared everyone so much that they dared not say a word. The second son, who was desperate, was also frightened by his father's murderous eyes and turned into a quail. Wu Xian looked at the messy scene and stepped forward to slap his son.
He still didn't feel satisfied after doing this, so he kicked him again.
"Who are you trying to kill yourself for?"
"How many people risked their lives to save your life?"
"Instead of working hard to avenge them, you are making a scene here. If they knew that you saved a coward like you, they would not be able to rest in peace in their graves! Bastard, are you still my son, Wu Zhaode? Are you?"
As he said this, Wu Xian broke down and burst into tears.
She hugged her son and cried.
Humans are not plants or trees, so who can be heartless
Most of the people who died in this battle were promoted by him, and he put in countless efforts. The two sides have been together for many years and have deep feelings for each other, but tonight they were all destroyed. It is impossible for Wu Xian not to be sad, but he can't show it and can only suppress his emotions. However, his son's pure and kind heart comforted his broken heart.
In the eyes of outsiders, Wu Xian cried because he was afraid of hurting his son, but few people knew that he was crying for his right-hand man.
The long-pent-up negative emotions finally found an outlet.
Wu Xian wiped away his tears and regained his composure.
Just as the wound was bandaged, an urgent message arrived.
"Report—"
The messenger, whose facial features were blackened by soot, came galloping over on his warhorse. When Wu Xian saw this, his heart subconsciously skipped a beat.
He asked, "What's the matter?"
The messenger was covered in soot and blood, and several large wounds were still bleeding. It was not difficult to see that he had gone through a bloody battle before delivering the urgent news here. The messenger panted and said, "... My lord, the camp was attacked!"
Wu Xian clutched the clothes on his knees.
He asked with a dark face: "How many enemies are there?"
If there weren't many soldiers, the camp could still handle it. But the number given by the messenger made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar. He looked at the people protecting him with red eyes. With all these people here, how could the camp hold off so many people
The enemy had only 10,000 soldiers at first, but as the camp defenses were breached, reinforcements continued to arrive, and by the time the messenger risked his life to break out, the number had increased to 30,000. Although it was called 30,000, a large part of them were refugees carrying hoes and sticks.
Although they are not very lethal individually, if a large number of locusts gather together, they can cause staggering damage.
"puff-"
In full view of the crowd, Wu Xian spat out a mouthful of blood. He was already seriously injured, but he was just trying to suppress it with his martial arts. However, the news brought back by the messenger was too great, and it made him feel emotional. His internal injuries attacked him, and he spat out blood in public!
Before Wu Xian fell, he was supported by someone. With red eyes, he uttered two words with all his strength: "Come back for help!"
Return to the camp for support as quickly as possible.
Wu Xian camp.
It was shrouded in a pitch-black fog.
My vision was blocked and I couldn't see anything, but I could still hear the shouts and screams coming from here one after another, and from time to time there were strong winds and surging waves. If it was an ordinary fog, it would have been cleared away long ago, but this fog was strange.
As soon as one is blown away, new ones come.
It's endless and very strange.
Ordinary people would have been in a mess, but the soldiers under Wu Xian's command were relieved because they knew that it was Qin Li, the military advisor, who took action. His scholarly ways were born for the battlefield, and he had led them to countless victories over the years!
As expected, as Qin Li's literati's way unfolded, Wu Xian's camp, which had been beaten back by the night attack, quickly stabilized its position, and casualties gradually decreased. They followed Qin Li's instructions to move and meet, forming a formation of five people in a unit.
With both offensive and defensive capabilities, we are not lambs to be slaughtered.
However, the enemy also had a scholar, who seemed to have found Qin Li's weakness. The two fought, and the pitch-black fog disappeared for a short time. But soon, the fog returned. The soldiers didn't know what was going on, and Qin Li was also confused.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers.
He murmured, "Are you withdrawing now?"
Outsiders might misunderstand that Qin Li or someone else defeated the enemy scholar, but Qin Li himself knew very well that the other party took the initiative to stop, and the stop was very abrupt. However, no matter what the other party was thinking, it was always beneficial to his side.
Qin Li withdrew his thoughts and concentrated on commanding the battlefield.
"I wonder what's going on over at Chaoli Pass..."
Wu Xian was ambushed while hunting, and then the camp was attacked by the enemy. No one would believe that it was not premeditated. With such a big chess game, the target could not be just Wu Zhaode's forces, the ultimate goal was to attack Liguan.
It is obvious that Chaoli Pass is under siege by heavy troops.
"Mr. Chen, I just hope we can get through this pass safely..." Qin Li murmured in his heart. They were also in a difficult situation now, and had no extra energy to rush to the Chaoli Pass. But he also knew that if they could win this battle, Huang Liezhi would soon die.
There is no other way except praying.
For ordinary people, this was an extremely ordinary night, but for the Northwest Continent, it was destined to be an important turning point that changed hundreds of years of war. Wei Shou and Chu Jie joined forces to meet the enemy. Behind them, Chu Wuhui looked calmly at the army approaching the city, his brows furrowed, as if hesitating.
Ning Yan suppressed her murderous aura: "Any questions?"
"Huang Xiguang doesn't seem to be in the central army."
Ning Yan was surprised: "Not here?"
This is obviously impossible.
Judging from the scale of the enemy troops outside the city, they have definitely come out in full force. As the leader of the force, how could Huang Lie not be there to command
Chu Yao said: "I didn't sense the national seal."
Because the lord was also an important fighting force, it was not safe to carry the national seal to attack the enemy all day, so he entrusted the national seal to Chu Yao for safekeeping. As the temporary holder of the national seal, he did not feel the existence of another national seal under the city, which was wrong.
How could Huang Lie not come
In other words, if he comes, where is the national seal