"I know, my time is up." She let out a breath and said in a low voice, "I have thought that this day will come, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."
A gentle and calm face suddenly appeared vaguely in front of her eyes, Miss Yu smiled softly, the blood from the wound was like a meandering stream, permeating the cloth and flowing out slowly. She stretched out her hand vigorously, as if she wanted to touch the blurred face, and she recalled the scene when they first met many years ago. They were young at that time, and she was punished by her master on the street for running away, and she was beaten to pieces, but she tried her best not to cry. He followed his master across the bridge, and suddenly knelt down and handed her a bottle of wound medicine, then frowned and said, "One time in the morning and one time in the evening, take good care of your wounds."
A smile bloomed on her lips, Miss Yu said wearily: "Ah Chu, I want to sleep for a while, if Daoya arrives, remember to wake me up."
Chu Qiao bit her lower lip tightly and nodded desperately. Miss Yu closed her eyes reassuringly, her brows and eyes were full of exhaustion and sleepiness, she said in a low voice: "I'll just sleep for a while, I'm too tired, I'll just sleep for a while."
The long eyelashes cast a faint silhouette on Rulian's plain face, her heartbeat became slower and slower, and finally couldn't be heard anymore, her fingers slipped down and fell heavily, falling between the crooks of Chu Qiao's arms.
The wind outside the door suddenly became stronger, with cold rain blowing in, Chu Qiao's body gradually stiffened in the small thatched hut. She lowered her head, and a drop of tear fell, hitting Miss Yu's cold cheek, winding down, rolling down into the pool of blood on the ground, melting gently, and melting into the blood.
"My lord!" He Xiao rushed in desperately, seeing the dead girl Yu, the weather-beaten man was stunned.
Chu Qiao slowly raised her eyes, looked at him quietly, and asked hoarsely, "What's the matter?"
He Xiao was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "Mr. Wu is here."
When seeing Mr. Wu, it was still raining, Chu Qiao was wearing a poncho, and under the protection of He Xiao and others, she came to the edge of Qiulanping. In a dark and vast wilderness, soldiers lit torches poured with tung oil, and the whole road was covered with corpses whitened by rain. He Qi stood under a Populus euphratica tree with a big umbrella, crow The gentleman knelt there, facing the direction Chu Qiao and the others came from, with three sharp arrows stuck in his back, one of which pierced through his back and hit his heart. His complexion was pale, there was a stream of bright red flowing from the corner of his mouth, he had no breath, but his eyes were still open, as if he was staring at something, even though he was dead, he still did not fall, his eyes were earnest, and his brows were tightly knit.
"By the time we arrived, the gentleman had already gone."
He Xiao's voice sounded low and low in his ears, the night was so dark, so dark that no light could be seen. Chu Qiao straightened her back and sat on the horse's back, her eyes were dry and she couldn't shed a single tear.
"In this world, everyone wants something, but what I want is to be closer to my belief. For this reason, I am willing to give up freedom and sacrifice love, because I think it is worth it."
Vaguely, Chu Qiao even heard what Mr. Wu said when returning to the mountain a year ago. The night wind was blowing, and the heavy rain was pouring down. Chu Qiao closed her eyes and raised her head. The cold rain poured on her face. On the face, like a pair of sharp knives.
Miss Yu, you have to wait, the person you are waiting for is here, you are too tired in this life, in the next life, don't carry so many responsibilities, you have to be together, live well, don't think about anything.
The world is bleak, the wind is blowing, and the long night has just begun... The night is deep, the clouds are low and thick, and it is dark, and the wind is blowing, making a low whimpering sound.
"Let go!" The low voice issued monotonous attack orders over and over again. The besieged soldiers in the valley became less and less, blood spread, and countless arrows were shot at the soldiers in red uniforms. There was a desperate scene on the battlefield. shouts of killing. The sharp bell rang loudly, and more than 20 distress calls were sent out. This place is the south slope of Huoleiyuan, and it is less than a stick of incense away from the horse race in Beishuo City. They don't understand why Beishuo's defenders still haven't come out to rescue them. Could it be that Beishuo City is surrounded by people? Who is this group of unknown enemies
"Who exactly?"
There was a sharp arrow stuck in Xiaohe's shoulder, blood flowed out of his body like a stream, and the comrades beside him fell one after another like wheat harvested in autumn. His eyes were already red, he didn't understand why he was suddenly ambushed by an unknown enemy after receiving His Majesty's order to go back to Beishuo to accept the award
Xiaohe looked at everything crazy in front of him, as if he had fallen into the most terrifying nightmare. The situation is like a boulder rolling down from the top of the mountain, no one can stop it, and anyone who tries to stretch out his hands will be crushed to pieces.
They still haven't fought against the enemy, because they are in the Yanbei mainland and they came here to be entrusted, so they don't carry any long-range attack weapons, shields, bows and arrows at all. The five thousand of them were trapped in this low-lying valley, surrounded by enemies in all directions. Bows and arrows shot at them as if they had eyes. They were firmly nailed to the ground by bows and arrows, blood was flowing violently, corpses were piled up into hills, and the soldiers were hissing and roaring:
"Who is on the other side? Why attack us?"
"Why didn't anyone come to rescue us? Where are the Beishuo defenders?"
"They are using crossbows, our own army!"
"Who is it? Who wants to kill us?"
Xiaohe's eyes were red, and his lieutenant stood in front of him with a knife, shouting over and over again: "Protect the general! Protect the general!" However, just as he finished speaking, a sharp arrow pierced his throat, and his The sound suddenly sounded like a leaking bellows, and blood spurted out wildly, splashing on Xiaohe's face.
Xiao He hugged the lieutenant general's body, and the strong man in his thirties opened his eyes wide in horror, his hands clutching his cloak vigorously, blood gushed out of his mouth continuously, and he said intermittently: " Who... who is... who is going to kill us..."
The incomplete corpses covered layer after layer, and gradually piled up under Xiaohe's feet to form a sea of corpses, and the wound could no longer feel pain. At the third watch, it started to rain, and the heavy rain was poured on the ground, mixed with blood mud. The soldiers resisted deeply, and used the corpses of their comrades to form high walls of trenches to resist the fierce force of the opponent. bow and arrow.
There were screams and curses everywhere, and after an unknown amount of time, the offensive on the other side suddenly slowed down, and the rain of arrows disappeared, but they still surrounded them quietly, and no one made a sound , like a silent stone.
The second brigade of the Huoyun Army was almost dead, and the living people were only breathing more than the dead. They were unable to charge any more, and their heavy breathing sounded like wild dogs dying.
Quiet, too quiet, deathly quiet.
Suddenly, a deep machine gun sounded slowly, and the soldiers opened their eyes wide in horror, and suddenly raised their heads, only to see overwhelming long-distance strong bows and crossbows roaring towards them, as long as sharp spears, piercing through with a whoosh. Through the trenches piled up with flesh and blood.
"ah!"
"Son of a son of a bitch, I..."
The tragic scolding sounded again, but it stopped abruptly before finishing speaking. There were three or four sharp arrows stuck in Xiaohe's body, his body was dripping with blood, his face could no longer recognize his original face, he swung his sword to fight, a sharp arrow suddenly struck, pierced through his shoulder, and killed him It was firmly nailed to the battle flag of the Huoyun Army.
"General!" A soldier rushed up staggeringly when he saw him, but just as he was about to rush to Xiaohe's side, a sharp arrow pierced through his back, and the soldier's pupils suddenly dilated. He lowered his head in some puzzlement, reached out his hand to touch the sharp arrow passing through his body, and frowned slightly, like a simple child who knelt down, supported by the bow and arrow, and died in front of Xiaohe like that .
The young general burst into tears and roared like a ferocious lion.
"Protect the general!"
The soldiers swarmed up, and the enemy on the opposite side noticed the movement here, and the rain of arrows shot over concentratedly.
A soldier who Xiaohe had never seen before turned back and smiled at him, with a carefree clarity in his clear eyes, he smiled and said, "You guys save my lord, I'll go first."
Then he turned around and charged towards the oncoming arrow rain. Countless sharp arrows pierced his chest and head. He stood there like an archery target, preferring to die.
With a heart-piercing pain in his heart, Xiao He screamed and rushed forward, his body piercing through the long arrow.
The young general swung his sword frantically and rushed forward. The bow and arrow kept shooting at him, and he kept on impacting himself. The enemies hidden in the darkness were shocked, and some soldiers stopped their hands in a daze, watching the bloody soldier roaring towards him.
At this moment, a saber flew out suddenly, and with a bang, the saber slashed on Xiaohe's leg. Xiaohe staggered, and suddenly knelt down on one knee. He looked at the enemy camp not far away, his eyes glowed red like blood. What kind of eyes were there, full of despair and mad anger, his eyes swept across those black-clad and black-armored soldiers like knives, suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, the young general moved with astonishing The perseverance stood up again, roared and rushed over, shouting loudly: "Who is it? Who is going to kill us?"
The overwhelming arrows shot at the same time, nailing Xiao He firmly to the ground, and he couldn't see his face or face clearly. There was a low vibration between the sky and the earth, the cold rain poured down, and poured on the cold corpses, the blood flowed along the rain, and the thunder rolled across the sky, finally, there was no longer a standing corpse.
"Burn it." The deep voice of order sounded slowly, and the soldiers ran forward with wooden barrels, and buckets of pine oil were poured on the bodies of the soldiers who had just died, mixing with the smelly blood. Has a disgusting taste. The torch was thrown up, the fire burst into flames, and the fierce rain could not extinguish it at all. The black-clothed soldiers stood in place, quietly watching the fire devour all unwilling thoughts.
Yes, killing cannot destroy thoughts, but it can destroy the carrier of thoughts.
The rainy night was still dark and cold, the soldiers turned and headed towards Beishuo City, and no one was interested in taking a look at everything behind them.
The morning star rose slowly in the sky, and the messengers rushed to them, and said loudly: "The master of the county has led the troops to the gate of the city, and your majesty ordered the general to lead the troops immediately."
The killing is not over yet, everything is still going on. "My lord, there are about three hundred people in front of us. They may be Beishuo's scouts. They are all fast horses. Do you want to avoid them for now?"
Chu Qiao frowned, the heavy rain had just stopped, the dark clouds slowly dissipated, and the sky and the earth were filled with mist as pale as milk. She frowned, her eyes were sharp, like a white eagle spreading its wings in the sky.
"My lord! It's the Huoyun Army. There are a large number of chasing soldiers behind. It looks like there are more than 5,000 people!"
Tan Ma hurried back, Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows, and made a decisive decision, "He Xiao, immediately lead someone to rescue the master of Jiji County, and stop the pursuers from behind."
"yes!"
With a promise, He Xiao rectified four thousand soldiers and horses, and left with a whip.
Chu Qiao led the troops to follow behind, her horseshoes stepped on the muddy road, faintly visible traces of residual red in the mud.