No matter how outstanding the spirit is, no matter how amazing the physical strength is, at the end of the battle, there will be times when the grip of the knife and gun is unstable, but as long as there is still a breath, the heart cannot be shaken. Whenever a person is afraid of death, the king of hell will
To come to the door immediately.
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Outside the battlefield, after a young man received urgent information from Wutong Courtyard in Qingliang Mountain, and issued a harsh military order to the Huaiyang Guan Dufu, he abandoned his horse and ran all the way to the Qing Dynasty outside the pass alone. In Yuanjun Town, he saw the letter with strange handwriting.
Then, he continued to run north.
That was the first time the young man saw Qi Dangguo's handwriting.
The words are not good-looking.
A rough man who was born as a warrior in the army when he was young, he seldom writes. He used to be next to the young man who read the letter. Every time Qingliang Mountain posted Spring Festival couplets during the New Year, among the six sons of Rentu, Chu Lushan would definitely be the most attentive guy. Yao Jian and Ye Xizhen would make some pertinent comments, while Chen Zhibao and Yuan Zuozong habitually kept silent, but only this man named Qi Dangguo would laugh and ask His Royal Highness for a few Spring Festival couplets to take back to his house, and then absolutely He would not let the servants in the mansion post it, but he must do it himself. Year after year, even the servants in the mansion are used to it.
The young man's father, the old man casually mentioned those adoptive sons once before his death, saying that Chen Zhibao had the heaviest thought, Chu Lushan the deepest, Yuan Zuozong the most mellow, Yao Jian the most complicated, and Ye Xizhen the most chaotic.
Only when it comes to Qi Dangguo, the old man laughed to himself, saying that this idiot has no thoughts at all.
At that time, the young man laughed along with the old man.
Huaiyangguan Capital Protectorate.
Chu Lushan looked at the latest spy report with a gloomy expression, Yuan Zuozong's expression was also extremely heavy, he turned around and strode towards the gate.
Chu Lushan shook his head and said, "No need to go, my lord... Xiaonian has already left."
As if talking to himself, Chu Lushan added, "Old Qi may not die."
Yuan Zuozong sneered, "Not necessarily?!"
Chu Lushan suddenly flew into a rage and said: "Yuan Zuozong! You went to Longyaner Plain for a fart now?! Can you catch up?!"
Yuan Zuozong stepped across the threshold and said calmly: "I won't go to Hutou City. Liuzhou has Kou Jianghuai and Xie Xizhen working together. It depends on their ability to make things happen. I will go to Youzhou and go to Hulukou. Now that I have decided to go Pre-emptive strikes, simply come to a big one."
Chu Lushan said dejectedly: "Go, go."
Yuan Zuozong stopped, stood outside the door, and said indifferently: "If there is a day when Huaiyang Pass cannot be held, remember that there is a city of Jubei in the south."
Chu Lushan waved his hand, "You don't need to talk too much, I never thought you were a chatterbox before."
To the north of Hutou City, on the Longyaner Plain, on the battlefield.
Lord Tiefutu threw Qi Dangguo to the ground, his armor was shattered, and blood gushed out continuously.
The seven dead masters of Fushuifang couldn't stop the Beimang master who dismounted and walked, even the hundred-riding Iron Buddha and the three-hundred-riding Baiyu Qingqi couldn't stop, and they were torn apart by one person.
Qi Dangguo, who just handed out a gun, was punched in the heart by the man, fell from the horse's back to the ground, and slid back ten feet.
The man floated beside him, and said with a smile: "Before you die, I might as well tell you that Xu Fengnian is on his way here. In fact, it is very close, but unfortunately it is still a bit late. Qi Dangguo, is he dead? Very unhappy?"
Qi Dangguo's chest rose and fell sharply, blood continued to seep from the corner of his mouth, and he could no longer speak a word.
But his elbows were straightened, and his fingers were firmly grasping the ground, as if he still wanted to struggle to get up.
Hong Jingyan closed his eyes, and said intoxicatedly: "This is the feeling of the resonance between the heaven and the earth. Now I know why the realm of the celestial phenomenon in the human world is described by Qi Xuanframe as 'just the scene outside the door'. The scene inside the door is really wonderful!"
He looked down, "Xu Fenglai is late, but I, Hong Jingyan, am not late!"
Hong Jingyan became more and more happy, "Oh, by the way, I just want to tell you another bad news. After learning that Xu Fengnian came here in person, Tuoba Bodhisattva, who was going south slowly, started to speed up. I just need to go north for two Within a hundred miles, Xu Fengnian and Tuoba Bodhisattva will meet."
Hong Jingyan looked to the south and said with a loud smile, "Xu Fengnian! When you refuse to break through the North City, I will give you a chance to take revenge!"
Hong Jingyan's figure quickly swept away, and it disappeared in a flash.
After a few blinks, a young man with chapped lips and wearing casual clothes sat cross-legged beside Qi Danguo.
When the man was dying, his vision was blurred, but for some reason he abruptly recognized the young face.
He wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word, instead, the blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth more and more.
The young man stretched out his hand to lightly press his chest, where the iron armor was shattered, and the cold armor was soaked in blood, making it warm.
The young man bent down and shook his head slightly.
This old banner-carrying general of Beiliang's iron cavalry actually produced an unimaginable force out of thin air before he died, and tightly clenched the young man's arm with one hand.
Since ancient times, on the battlefield, the person with the strongest physical strength has carried the banner.
There are 300,000 iron cavalry in Beiliang, and only Qi Dangguo can do it!
And this man, with the last strength in his life, just wants that young man not to go to the north for him.
Not willing to let go even in death.
The young man gently held the dead man's hand with his backhand. He was quiet, expressionless, neither sad nor happy.
Painful and silent.
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Finally, the young man broke off Qi Dangguo's fingers one by one, and then leaned over to help him close his eyes.
When he left Beiliang Palace, he didn't have time to hang his sword.
He found the iron gun not far from Qi Dangguo's body and held it in his hand.
One shot at a time, they plundered to the north.
Hong Jingyan, who had already fled tens of miles away, sounded like thunder in his ears.
"If you want to die, I will let you die!"