"hiss!"

In the forest, Zhu Gaoxu took off his armor while sucking the air conditioner, and then took off his pants.

I didn't feel the pain just now, but now when I move my pants, it hurts so hard. The sweat and blood stick together with the wound, and it hurts heart-wrenchingly when I move.

"Grandma!"

Zhu Gaoxu cursed, lowered his head and wiped the blood around the wound.

I didn't know if I didn't look at it, and I was shocked when I saw it. The Burmese bamboo gun was poked in the root of my thigh, which was just a little finger from my life.

"Hiss! Grandma's!"

Zhu Gaoxu cursed again, "It's so lingering!"

The guard next to him held back his laughter and handed Zhu Gaoxu the golden sore medicine.

"Why are you laughing at?" Zhu Gaoxu glanced at the other party.

"No..." The guard glanced at him, "Second Master is talented!"

"Gogun!" Zhu Gaoxu cursed a few times, "Don't you have it yourself? The old man stared at his master..."

Suddenly, he paused.

In the distance, the sudden sound of horse hooves charging suddenly made him stunned.

"The old guy really wants to die? He insists on seeking death?"

He cursed a few times in his heart, then walked forward.

The guard shouted behind, "Second Master, wear pants!"

But as soon as Zhu Gaoxu ran a few steps, he saw a veteran next to Lan Yu appear in front of him, the seventh son.

"Your head rushed up again?" Zhu Gaoxu asked angrily, "Why don't you stop me?"

"The Grand Marshal won't let you!" Lao Qiheng looked in front of Zhu Gaoxu with a little sad expression, "The Grand Marshal also said, please don't go!"

"How can you not go? He is looking for death..."

"The general is not seeking death, but seeking death!" Lao Qi was still standing in front of Zhu Gaoxu.

These words immediately made Zhu Gaoxu stunned and murmured, "Why?"

"The Grandmaster has been coughing and can't sleep. He has lost 30 kilograms since last year!" Lao Qi's voice was a little choked, "He has been unable to do anything, and he has been holding on. Look at my Grandmaster, who wears a round helmet all day, and his hair has lost after taking medicine."

"Before coming to Yunnan, the Grand Marshal had ambition to die. He asked the miracle doctor Xi to give him cough and pain medicine. The Grand Marshal said that he will not be a hero in his life, but he is definitely not a coward. He died on the sickbed and did not deserve a man!"

"Don't be fooled! It's better to live than to die!" Zhu Gaoxu shouted and rushed down the hillside.

The war was in full swing, the Burmese front was shaking but he was struggling to persevere, and the world was full of shouts and screams.

A blue-font-shaped flag fluttered in the wind, and a team of iron cavalry rushed forward and directly hit the Burmese flank, tearing a hole, and the infantry behind rushed in.

The battle flag is so gorgeous.

At this moment, Zhu Gaoxu suddenly remembered what Mr. taught during his study.

"Life is what I want. Righteousness is what I want. You cannot have both, and you can sacrifice your life to achieve righteousness!"

Life is what I love, and morality is also what I love. If both cannot be achieved, then I choose to give up life and stick to morality.

"Life is what I want, and what I want is more than life, so I will not be able to gain. Death is what I hate, and what I hate is more than death, so I will not be able to avoid it..."

Life is what I love, but what I love is something beyond life, so I don’t do things that are sloppy.

I hate death, but I hate something beyond death, so in the face of the disasters in life, I choose to deal with it directly.

"kill!"

As the shouts of killing, Zhu Gaoxu clearly saw that Lan Yu's handsomeness was directly inserted into the Burmese Central Army.

The cavalry team he led gradually changed from a long dragon to a black dot...

Suddenly, Zhu Gaoxu understood why Lan Yu asked for death.

He did not simply want to say goodbye to his illness or die stubbornly, but did what the saint said and sacrificed his life for justice.

The meaning of a martial artist is that the big one is the country, and the small one is the name of himself.

In the great righteousness of the country, Lan Yu fought and expanded his territory throughout his life. Although he had flaws, he would never bear the salary of the Ming Dynasty.

In his own small righteousness, he is cautious in keeping with his true nature.

He doesn't want to live a life of silence, nor does he want to be laughed at, nor does he want to be unknown...

Zhu Gaoxu continued to move forward and walked down the hillside.

His war horse was lying in a pool of blood. Seeing him coming, he wanted to struggle to stand up.

"Second Master!" the guard called softly, "Go up at this time..."

"Let's go!" Zhu Gaoxu rubbed his eyes hard, "Follow me to collect Lan Shuai's body!"

As he said that, he looked at the Burmese people who had collapsed on the battlefield, "I want them to be buried with Lan Shuai!"

~~

"kill!"

Lan Yu's spear collided with the Burmese cavalry on his face, and the enemy soared into the air, and the spear broke into two pieces with a click.

Then he pulled out the long knife hanging on the saddle, turned sideways slightly, letting the enemy's blade sweep across his cheek, and spreading the opponent's upper body with one knife.

With a bang, the blue jade on the horse's back shook violently, pulling the reins tightly to stabilize his body. But the round helmet on his head was shot away by a cold arrow.

Wind, hunting.

Under the round helmet, there are messy white hair, and under the white hair, there are a pair of indifferent eyes.

"Who are you?"

Heading towards him, he looked like a Burmese nobleman, charging and roaring.

Lan Yu sneered and rode his horse forward.

"law...."

Yanzhi roared angrily, lowered her head and rushed up directly, and knocked the Burmese noble away with his men and horses.

Lan Yu cut open the enemy's throat with a backhand.

"Your grandfather Daming Lan Yu is also..."

Suddenly, the front hooves of rouge under the crotch fell to the ground.

Someone behind him exclaimed, "Master!"

Several cold arrows were nailed to Rouge's chest.

But the war horse stood up again in severe pain, and the mane on its neck flew in the wind like a lion.

Lan Yu's eyes were always staring at the Burmese Central Army general flag in front of him.

But at the same time, more and more Burmese people are also crazily surrounding them in order to protect the central army.

"Roa, fight with me!"

Lan Yu roared, and the war horse was like an arrow, moving forward.

"Your Grandpa Lan Yu..."

The blade is like a rainbow, and the blood is soaring into the sky.

"As a soldier at the age of thirteen..."

The sword broke and took out another mouth to continue chopping.

"Break Chen Youliang and destroy Zhang Shicheng..."

"Paising Sichuan and confronting Xifan..."

"Defend Yunnan and conquer northern Mobei..."

"Captain the Prince of Northern Yuan, and capture the two kings of the pseudo-Wu...."

"Break the Shangdu and burn the palace..."

The knife in his hand broke again.

Lan Yu avoided the enemy's blade in the midst of Yanzhi's wailing cry, and the ape's arm gently slapped the opponent's immediate general in his arms.

He twisted the opponent's head and snatched the enemy's long sword...

"Rouge, rinse again!"

"Well...Lulu..."

"kill!"

After beheading another person, Lan Yuyong was unstoppable and was getting closer and closer to the enemy's commanding flag.

"I'm Lan Yu..."
To be continued...