"Send the Second Emperor and the Third Princess back to him."
Liusu ordered.
She had a premonition that this would be an extremely difficult battle, and her heart was so conflicted.
what to do?
If Hitomi Tsuno goes directly into battle, it means that the two brothers who were deeply in love in the past will meet each other on the battlefield and fight to the death.
On the battlefield, everything is changing rapidly. You don't know what will happen. Maybe someone will be injured or someone will die under the knife.
She wants to prevent such a thing from happening. She doesn't want to see anyone die. She can no longer bear any more separation between life and death.
"No, this time, let me go."
Liusu stood up and said with great determination.
"Are you going? Are you going to lead the troops to play chess with the fourth brother?" Zhuye Tong was stunned after hearing this. There is absolutely no precedent for a woman to go to war in the Riyao Dynasty. How dare she?
"Yes! I'll go, I'll lead the troops and meet with Fourth Master."
"Why?!" he asked.
"This is a matter between him and me. If I avoid it, I'm afraid he will get worse. Therefore, the best way is for me to lead the army."
"No!" Zhuye Hitomi categorically rejected her proposal, "Although Fourth Brother may not hurt you, on the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, and I will never let you take the slightest risk. So, you are waiting in the palace.
Stay, I'll go."
"But..." Liusu said, "I don't want you two to get into this kind of trouble because of me."
"No, Liusu, you are wrong. Even without this battle, fourth brother and I will have to face each other sooner or later to explain the past clearly and make Kabuto understand. We have our own knots, and this may be a solution.
When it’s time to tie the knot.”
"But..." Liusu hesitated.
"It's decided. In three days, I will go on the expedition and you will wait in the palace."
After Zhuye Hitomi finished speaking, he stood up and walked outside the Wenhua Hall.
"Zhuye Hitomi..."
Liusu looked at his back and shouted.
"What's wrong?" he turned around and asked.
"No matter what, I won't allow you to sacrifice yourself casually. I...will wait for your good news." Liusu said. She knew very well that his character was definitely not cruel. He would rather sacrifice himself than let down the one he loved.
After hearing this, Hitomi Zhuye said nothing, paused for a moment, then turned and left.
There was a complicated look in his eyes.
*
"Fourth Master, the latest news is that the Thirteenth Master has personally led the army. This is a letter sent by the Thirteenth Master at high speed."
The subordinate officers presented Zhuye Hitomi's autographed letter with both hands in front of Zhu Minglie.
A look flashed in Zhu Minglie's eyes, he reached out and took the letter over, "Go down."
"Yes, Fourth Master."
The soldiers bowed and retreated.
Zhu Minglie spread out the letter, and there was a line of extremely scrawled handwriting on it——
"I will never give in to you. I will try my best to defeat you, so you must also try your best. Thirteen's own handwriting."
Zhu Minglie stood up with no expression on his face, opened the lampshade, and put the letter on the flame. After it burned, it turned into a pile of ashes.
I can't tell what he is thinking.
*
Five days later.
On the battlefield, the sound of drums suddenly sounded, thick and calm, like thunder or a landslide, rolling and rolling between the heaven and the earth.
Zhuye Hitomi was dressed in a fiery red battle robe, holding a long sword, standing on a tall horse, and the sword shone with cold light.
Behind him, thousands of troops gathered together, everyone's blood was boiling, and the sound of the horn awakened their blood.
A fierce battle is about to break out.
The drums are beating loudly, and a violent storm will come that will ravage the world.
Finally, that man appeared. He was dressed in a silver shirt and exuded a cold aura.
Hitomi Juno tightened his grip and turned the hilt of the long sword in his hand.
Flag hunting, this is a battlefield of blood and fire!
From a far distance away, Zhu Minglie looked at Zhuye Hitomi——
Zhuye Hitomi raised her long sword high——
"Rush..."
"rush……"
The soldiers on both sides moved forward bravely.
Suddenly, the shouts on the battlefield were loud, the neighing of horses, the shouts of soldiers, the thunderous sound of horse hooves and the sound of clashing knives and swords resounded throughout the land. The sky was filled with yellow sand and rivers of blood flowed.
Zhu Minglie and Zhu Yetong still stood there, motionless for a long time, looking at each other with a look that only they seemed to understand.
There was no expression on the faces of the two people, and they seemed to be waiting for something.
After a long day of fierce fighting, the ground was filled with smoke and blood flowed into rivers, and many soldiers fell on the battlefield.
Obviously, the casualties on Zhu Minglie's side were greater than those of the regular army of the Sun Yao Dynasty.
The blood of the dead soldiers stained the battlefield red, and the flag fluttered in the west wind.
It looks particularly bright red in the sky.
The rolling mountains in the distance are vast and green, as deep as the sea, and the sunset gradually sets, and the remaining rays of rays of light reflect the sky as red as blood.
Finally, Zhu Minglie waved his riding whip——
"drive……"
The horse under his crotch raised its front hooves high, and he jerked it violently. The horse galloped toward Zhu Yetong like a sword from its string, carrying a murderous aura.
Zhu Yetong has been waiting, waiting for Zhu Minglie to make the first move.
Now, he finally came to kill him.
He raised his sword high and kicked the horse in the belly. The horse neighed and sprinted away.
The Fourth Master and the Thirteenth Master faced each other.
The two swords slashed at each other. Without any hesitation, Zhuye Hitomi stretched out the long sword in his hand as a conditioned reflex. In the midst of the electric light and flint, he slashed the long sword towards Zhu Minglie.
Zhu Minglie raised his sword to fight and grabbed it! The sound of the two swords clashing echoed throughout the battlefield.
It also echoes in everyone's heart.
posture
Suddenly, the battlefield became more intense.
Zhuye Hitomi stared closely into Zhu Minglie's eyes.