828: The Death of Zhang He (Part 2) [Please vote for me]
Katsa——
There was a slight crisp sound.
The Wenxin scholar next to Zhang He spit out a large mouthful of blood.
The illusion shattered, and the smoke-filled battlefield was replaced by a messy wilderness. The moment Zhang He came out of the illusion, his eyes were about to burst, and his chest was heaving with anger. Because the first thing he saw was a familiar head cut off by a sickle.
Down.
The latter's still-closed eyes were full of reluctance.
As if to say——
【Lord, run quickly!】
The headless body of the scribe was facing the earth and was stepped on by Shen Tang. The latter held a giant sickle as tall as a person in her right hand! She used this sickle to cut off the head of the scribe by beheading! Her expression was full of expressions.
indifferent.
Just at this moment——
The hot night wind brings a richer smell of blood.
They scrambled to get into Zhang He's nasal cavity, causing a physiological laryngeal spasm. At his feet, lifeless corpses were lying in a mess. Judging from the traces of struggle left next to the corpses, they died very suddenly.
Zhang He was able to break free from [One Leaf Blind Eye] only because the scribe burned his heart. Otherwise, Zhang He would only know at the moment of his death that he had never escaped from the beginning. He squatted down, picked up the head, and covered the other person's face with his sleeves.
Wipe the blood stains.
After doing this, he brushed it on the scribe's face.
A chuckle escaped Zhang He's throat.
"Shen Youli, you win."
It's not that he doesn't want to run away, but he knows better that he can't run away - how can a hare running wildly in the wilderness avoid the hawks that are targeting it? Although he has the heart to kick off an eagle, he doesn't have the power to do so. Instead of struggling and being laughed at,
It's better to accept it calmly.
Shen Tang's eyes were still calm, neither sad nor happy.
Zhang He lowered his head and looked at the head with closed eyes in his arms, and glanced at the corpses on the ground. His heart was desolate and painful, and his face twitched unnaturally: "But, you think you are the final winner? You! No! Yes!
It won't be long before we follow in our footsteps... Hahahaha, we are all Gu worms in the same pot. Even if we fight for a Gu King, we are just tools in the hands of others. Shen Jun, Shen Youli, the same is true for you
.”
Shen Tang looked coldly at Zhang Yongqing, who was speaking incoherently, and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean by that?"
What the hell is the "other people" Zhang He talks about?
"Mr. Shen is also curious?" Zhang He carefully lowered his head - if he had closed his eyes and not looked at the two of them at this moment, and just listened to their conversation, he would have thought it was a normal conversation - he bent down and picked up someone's sword.
, staggered to his feet, looked up at Shen Tang who seemed to be unconscious, and felt a sense of malice in his heart.
"It means that the closer you are to success, the worse you will fall. You and I are just bugs fighting each other, who is more proud of who? Huang Lie is the same!" He raised his hand and put the long sword across his neck, laughing maniacally.
He said, "There are some truths. I'm afraid Mr. Shen will be kept in the dark until his death. Although Zhang is short-lived and is destined to die here today, he can at least be an understanding ghost."
After saying that, Zhang He slashed his neck hard with his long sword.
As the blood splattered, he was unable to support his body, and his legs weakened and he fell to the ground. Suicide is not an easy way to die, especially for a person like Zhang He. Before death truly comes, he has to endure extreme pain.
of suffocation.
Shen Tang stepped forward and took a look.
Looking at Zhang He's small, bright black eyes, there was a hint of pleading in his eyes - not begging Shen Tang to save him, but begging Shen Tang to help him and give him a happy life. His lips were like a fish on the beach.
, groaning silently, unable to utter a single word.
Shen Tang was kind-hearted and helped him.
"This guy doesn't actually carry the national seal?"
Shen Tang took Zhang He's head and raised his hand to touch him all over. He did not feel the presence of the national seal. Instead, he felt a piece of black cowhide in his arms. The cowhide was placed close to his heart.
Due to its location, curiosity prompted Shen Tang to open it. There was nothing dangerous about this thing, there was only a piece of silk inside.
She fluttered the silk cloth and opened it.
Through the moonlight, I can clearly see a pattern drawn with ink. The outside is a narrow circle, and there are three identical fan shapes inside the circle. At first glance, it looks like a clover. Except for this pattern on the entire silk cloth,
There is also a strange address.
"Which family's crest is this?"
Whose family crest has such an unlucky design?
Shen Tang put away the silk cloth and rushed to Liguan with Zhang He's head. Huang Lie led his troops to besiege him. He didn't know how long Wei Shou and others could hold out. As for Gongxi Qiu, Shen Tang asked Jade Bird to pass a message.
Give him a letter and ask him to break out of the encirclement and meet up as soon as possible.
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"I saw my lord and second son!"
Wu Xian's trusted generals led their troops to help.
Finally, they met Wu Xian and his son who were in a state of embarrassment near the foot of the Chaoliguan Mountains. Their trusted generals dismounted to greet them, their eyes red with excitement: "My lord, our rescue will be late."
Through the not-so-bright moonlight, Wu Xian could clearly see the identity of the person coming. His tense heartstrings finally relaxed, and he felt a sense of joy that he had escaped. He endured the pain and struggled to help the general.
: "How many troops did you bring here?"
The general answered truthfully.
He thought Wu Xian was worried that there were not enough soldiers and horses, so he immediately slapped his chest and issued a military order: "There are not many soldiers and horses, but I will fight to the death to protect the safety of my lord! I will never let my lord and the second young master go into danger again! My lord, second young master, still
Please mount your horse quickly."
Wu Xiandao: "You lead the troops to the mountain."
He is still thinking about Shen Tang.
Zhang He brought too many elites, and Wu Xian didn't know how many heavy-shield warriors there were, and he was worried that Shen Tang would capsize. Even if Gong Xiqiu later went to support him, as an ally, he should show his attitude and show his attitude, so as not to leave him behind.
Let’s talk about it.
The trusted general looked at the direction of the mountains and then at Wu Xian.
Wu Xiandao: "I'm fine, just do as you do."
The trusted general immediately clasped his fists and accepted the order: "Wei!"
There were many generals who came out to rescue this time. Even without him, the lord would not be in danger. After he was safe, Wu Xian looked at his silent second son and sorted out the losses. He couldn't help but burst into tears, and regret filled his heart.
"Father, it's my son's fault!"
The second young master finally came to his senses.
With a plop, he knelt down in front of Wu Xian who was treating the wound. Without waiting for anyone's reaction, he kowtowed heavily. Dongdong's head was covered with blood after just two kowtows, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
"Second Young Master, what are you doing?"
As a father, Wu Xian had no intention of speaking.
The second young master burst into tears and said, "This is all my son's fault. If my son hadn't insisted on going into the mountains to hunt, my father wouldn't have lost so many of his right and left hands. It's all because my son was ignorant and harmed others. Father, please Punish your son..."
His injuries were the least serious among them all.
When the commotion started, the two big men couldn't hold it down.
The second young master was struck again, and the sound of muffled sounds and the blood constantly dripping from his forehead made everyone feel distressed.
"My body, my skin, my parents' love! The Second Young Master is so unloving, have you ever thought that Your Majesty will feel sorry for you?" A military general saw that the Second Young Master was about to knock his head to death, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and first restrained the Second Young Master. He appealed to Wu Xian again, "My lord, this happened suddenly and it was all due to the enemy's cunning and cruelty. How can you blame the second young master? Please give him some advice, my lord!"
"Yeah, don't make any mistakes."
One by one, the generals came forward to plead for mercy.
The second young master listened to their condolences and cried bitterly. He still said that he had abandoned himself and hated himself, and his father still had no intention of forgiving him. The second young master was heartbroken, rushed forward, and suddenly grabbed the sword of the other man. He pulled it out and prepared to kill himself. , to apologize with death.
Even though his strength was not impressive in front of all the seniors, his explosive agility caught everyone off guard. When he successfully snatched the knife, a blood mark was left on the Second Young Master's neck. The skin was torn and the flesh was gurgling with blood.
Good guy——
If this had been slower, lives would have been lost!
Wu Xian raised his hand and smashed the big stone beside him. The loud sound of the stone breaking scared everyone so much that they dared not say a word. The second young master, who was dying for his life, was so scared that he turned into a quail when his father looked at him with murderous eyes. Wu Xian looked at the messy scene and said, He stepped forward and gave his son a slap in the face.
Even after doing this, he still didn't understand his hatred and even kicked him.
"Who are you looking for to die and work for?"
"How many people saved your life?"
"I don't want to work hard and avenge them, but instead I am making noise here. If they know that I saved you, a coward like you, they will not be able to rest in peace! Bastard, are you still my son, Wu Zhaode? Isn't it!"
As he spoke, Wu Xian himself broke down and cried.
He held his son and cried non-stop.
Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?
Most of the people who died in this battle were picked up by him with countless efforts. The two parties have been together for many years and have a deep relationship. They were completely damaged tonight. It is impossible for Wu Xian not to be sad or sad, but he can't To show it, he could only suppress his emotions. However, his son's pure and kind nature gave him some relief for his scarred heart.
In the eyes of outsiders, Wu Xian cried because he was afraid of losing his son, but little did they know that he was crying for his right-hand man.
The negative emotions that had been accumulated for a long time finally found an outlet.
Wu Xian wiped his tears and regained his composure.
Just as the wound was bandaged, an urgent message came.
"Report——"
The messenger soldier, whose features were blackened by soot, came galloping towards him on a war horse. When Wu Xian saw this scene, his heart thumped subconsciously.
He asked: "What's the matter?"
In addition to soot and blood stains, the messenger soldier's body was still bleeding from several large wounds. It is not difficult to see that he went through a bloody battle to get the urgent report here. The messenger soldier panted and said: "...
Lord, the camp is under attack!"
Wu Xian clutched the clothes on his knees.
He asked with a dark face: "How many enemies are there?"
If there were not many soldiers and horses, the camp could still handle it. But the numbers given by the messengers made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his heart felt so cold. He glanced at the people protecting him with red eyes. These people were all there.
This, the camp can still block so many people?
At first, there were only 10,000 enemy soldiers, but as the camp defenses were breached, reinforcements continued to arrive. By the time the messengers risked their lives to break through, the number had increased to 30,000. It was said to be 30,000, and most of them were copycats.
A refugee with a hoe and a stick.
Although they are not very lethal individually, when there are too many locusts gathered together, they can cause eye-popping damage.
"puff--"
In full view of everyone, Wu Xian spat out a mouthful of blood. He was already seriously injured, but he just managed to hold it down with force, but the news brought back by the messenger was too great, which made him feel very upset. Internal injuries resurfaced, and he was able to do so in public.
Spurting blood!
Wu Xian was supported by someone before he fell. With red eyes, he spat out two words with all his strength: "Back to help!"
Return to camp as quickly as possible to support.
Wu Xian camp.
The dense fog enveloped it.
My vision is blocked and I can't see anything, but I can still hear the shouts and screams here and there. From time to time, there are strong winds and surging air waves. If it was an ordinary fog, it would have been cleared away long ago, but this
The fog is weird.
As soon as it was blown away, new ones came.
It's continuous and very strange.
Ordinary people would be in a hurry when they were in this situation, but the soldiers in Wu Xian's tent felt at ease because they knew that it was the military counselor Qin Li who took action. His scribe's ways were born for the battlefield, and he had led them to win countless battles in the past few years!
Sure enough, as Qin Li's scribes' ways were laid out, Wu Xian's camp, which had been defeated steadily by night attacks, quickly stabilized its position, and its casualties gradually decreased. They followed Qin Li's instructions to move and rendezvous, and the five of them moved together.
One unit forms a formation.
With both offense and defense, he is not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
It's just that there are literary scholars on the enemy's side, and the latter seems to have found Qin Li's weakness. The two fight, and the thick fog that makes them unable to see their hands disappears for a short time. But soon, the thick fog comes back again. The soldiers don't know what happened, Qin Li
Also confused.
He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his fingers.
He murmured: "Are you withdrawing now?"
Outsiders may misunderstand that it was Qin Li or someone else who defeated the enemy's scribes, but Qin Li himself knew very well that the opponent took the initiative to stop the attack, and the stoppage was very abrupt. However, no matter what the opponent's plan was, it would always be of some benefit to one's side.
.
Qin Li withdrew his thoughts and concentrated on commanding the battlefield.
"I wonder what's going on over there at Chaoliguan..."
Wu Xian was ambushed while hunting, and then the camp was attacked by the enemy. No one would believe what happened before and after it was not premeditated. In such a big game of chess, the target could not be just Wu Zhaode's side, the ultimate goal was Chaoliguan.
Thinking with your feet, you can tell that Chaoliguan must be heavily besieged.
"Jun Shen, I just hope that this pass can be passed safely..." Qin Li murmured in his heart. They are now unable to protect themselves and have no extra energy to rush to Chaoli Pass. But he also knows that if this battle can be won, Huang
Lie Zhiliu is not far from death.
There is no other way but to pray.
For ordinary people, this was an extremely ordinary night, but for the Northwest Continent, it was destined to be an important turning point that changed hundreds of years of war. Wei Shou and Chu Jie joined forces to face the enemy. Behind them, Chu Wuhui looked at him calmly.
The army approaching the city had their brows furrowed and seemed to be hesitant.
Ning Yan restrained her murderous intent: "Is there a problem?"
"Huang Xiguang seems not to be in the Chinese Army."
Ning Yan was surprised: "Not here?"
This is obviously impossible.
Looking at the size of the enemy troops under the city, they were definitely out in force. How could Huang Lie, as the leader of the force, not be there to take charge?
Chu Yao said: "I didn't sense the national seal."
Because the lord is also an important fighting force, it is not safe to charge the enemy with the national seal all day long, so he entrusts the national seal to Chu Yao for safekeeping. As the temporary holder of the national seal, he did not feel that there was another national seal under the city.
Yes, this is not right.
How could Huang Lie not come?
In other words, now that he is here, where is the national seal?
