The iron-armored soldiers leaned on their saddle and jumped on their horses, and the sound of horse hooves roared like thunder.
The soldiers overflowed the entire battlefield in darkness. At first glance, they could not even see the end.
The flag was clamoring in the wind, and the swords and guns were clamoring, and the shouts were shaking.
Zhu Mingli's deep pupils condensed, and the long sword shining with cold light pierced Zhu Yetong's heart. Zhu Yetong was stunned, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
The sword wind whistled past, and the tip of the sword stopped before piercing into his heart.
Zhu Minglie had to use a little more force to pierce his chest. Zhu Yetong looked at his eyes and his eyes gradually turned red. In the dusk, the Thirteenth Prince was wearing a fiery red robe, and his tall figure merged into the back of him.
In the setting sun.
Around them, there were crowds of people, swords, swords, and dust filled with smoke.
"Why not do your best?"
Zhu Mingli asked in a deep voice, his eyes like the thinnest and most sharp knife.
"I want to ask you something."
He lowered his head and looked at the tip of the knife in front of his chest. Zhu Yetong held the whip's hand tightly, trembling a little.
"I may not answer."
As if he knew what questions Zhu Yetong was going to ask, Zhu Minglie said.
"A year ago, why did you pretend to behead me? Why did you let me out of the palace? Later, taking advantage of the danger of others, the man in black who tried to kill me was not you, but the second emperor uncle, right?"
Zhu Yetong asked.
"Fake beheading, because you thought of your sincere heart to me in the past and showed mercy to your subordinates; let you go out of the palace because you have to eliminate obstacles, and I would rather let the world down than let the world down. If you don't have the same front with me, you will no longer
It's mine."
Zhu Minglie still did not answer the third question.
"Okay!" Zhu Yetong raised his hand, moved his finger away from Zhu Minglie's sword tip, and said, "I didn't do my best just now, because I also remember that you were sincere to me in the past. From now on, I will not let you go again
With you, I am the regent of the Sun Yat-sen Dynasty. I want to protect the country and the people and the peace of the people. There is no more brotherhood on the battlefield."
When Zhu Minglie heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Xiao Shisan, you have really grown up."
"Zhu Minglie, as the fourth prince of Zhu, you are willing to be a rebel, and even suffer from the trouble of life. Today, I will arrest you!"
Zhuyetong's sword pointed to the sky, and in the wind, the fiery red battle robe fluttered with the wind.
There was a tragic look on his face.
"Then let's see how powerful Xiao Shisan, the general of the Sun Yat-sen Dynasty, I taught, is."
Zhu Minglie raised his hand, and the cold light on the sword face was aggressive.
The two fought fiercely again. This time, it seemed that both of them had done their best. The two silver and red figures rolled up at the same time, met in the air, fighting fiercely, no matter how good or bad the winner was, it was hard to part with it.
However, Zhu Minglie's wild army gradually lost to the regular army of the imperial court led by Zhu Yetong.
Zhu Minglie's team became weaker and retreated step by step. The regular army became more and more brave and pressed step by step.
As we watched, one after another, the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.
The human body was dismembered and split into pieces. The arms were arms and legs were legs. The terror was everywhere and the crying was mourning.
"Fourth Master, please withdraw!"
Luo Nian, who was injured in his arms, covered the bleeding wound tightly, crossed layers of attacks, came to Zhu Minglie's side, and said anxiously.
Zhu Yetong's head raised slightly, looking at Zhu Minglie, a hint of arrogant expression flashed in his eyes—
"If you withdraw your troops now, I will consider letting your troops go on a way out, otherwise everyone, including you, will die here."
His hair was blew up Zhu Minglie's hair, his face was cold, and wherever his eyes were all the corpses of his men.
"Fourth Master!"
Luo Nian urged him to order his troops to retreat.
"retreat!!"
Zhu Minglie raised his long sword and shouted loudly. Finally, he looked at Zhu Yetong, turned around the dock, and returned to the camp.
Zhu Yetong looked at the enemy troops who were leaving, and the arrogant look in his eyes gradually settled down. After the battle, it was miserable, and blood dyed the battlefield red and his eyes red.
Zuo Muzhe came to him, jumped off his horse, knelt beside him, and said-
"Thirteenth Master, the Fourth Master retreated, are you chasing me?"
"No need to chase after him, honk the whistle and withdraw the troops. Put the banner of the Sun Yat-Dynasty to the top of Yuncheng City and send troops to garrison him. Don't let him have another opportunity to take advantage of it."
Zhu Yetong took back the sword, inserted it into the scabbard, and ordered.
"yes!"
Zuo Mu took the order and left.
Zhu Yetong returned to the barracks, took off her battle robe, and immediately wrote a letter to Liusu, detailing the battle situation in Yuncheng, so that she could rest assured.
At the end of the writing, he paused and added a few more words—
"Just just got off the battlefield, I fought with my fourth brother to the death. Actually, I knew that he still didn't kill me with all his might. He taught me my scattered slap and hunting. He always has feelings for me.
For some reason, I suddenly thought about some things about you just entered the Thirteenth Prince's Mansion. At that time, I was carefree and enjoyed bullying you. You just thought about how to avenge me every day.
At the stall, I felt that it was a great happiness to have a bowl of noodles with you. Liusu, is the beauty gone and will never come back?…”
Zhu Yetong put down his brush, looked at the letter in front of him, and was silently dazed.
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"Lissu, is the beauty gone and never come back? If I can go back, I am willing to make all sacrifices..."
Liusu looked at Zhu Yetong's letter, tears dripping on it, wetting the handwriting and blurring his vision.
“Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo…”
Xiao Qiluo's crying was getting closer and closer. Liusu heard it, quickly wiped away her tears, pressed the letter on the bottom of the table, and stood up-
"Why are you crying?"
"Five days have passed in a month, and the duck hasn't come back yet. Has he been cooked on the road?"