Wei Duoyou woke up slowly, and the familiar prison room was still the one that caught his eye. He shook his head and thought: Could it be that I am not dead? Is everything that happened last night just a nightmare?

He wanted to sit up, but the pain in his chest made it difficult for him to get up. He looked up with difficulty and saw a large bruise from the bottom of his neck to the upper abdomen. All of this clearly told him that everything that happened last night was real, not a dream.

"General!" As he was wondering, someone came to help him solve the problem. Wei Duoyou grabbed Fang Meng who came to deliver breakfast: "Brother Fang Meng, tell me who saved me?"

Fang Meng scratched his head: "General, I don't know what's going on. It seems that Haojing came to find the coach and whispered to him for a while. The coach was useless to even have breakfast. As soon as the dawn was dawn, he got into a car and went back to Haojing."

Could it be that Zhao Zimu sent me to save me? No, Uncle Mi and the others went back and forth, not so quickly! Wei Duoyou asked again: "What else have you heard? Why did Ji Gao hurried back to Haojing?"

"I heard," Fang Meng looked back, sure that no one was eavesdropping, so he lowered his voice and said, "This is also the news that came from the Jigong Guard. I heard that the horse plague in Qishan camp was ginseng, and Wang Ting urgently summoned Jigong back to ask questions!"

"Then ---------Who is in charge of the Qishan Camp now?" Wei Duoyou asked.

"Deputy Commander! However, when Ji Gong left, he left a message and insisted that it was General that you used the magic trick, and the horses in Nanjian were only plague. He ordered that you should pay close attention to you and wait for him to come back to deal with it."

"He squirted with blood!" Wei Duoyou was angry for a moment and beat the bed board hard. After this movement, his chest felt so painful that it was so heartbroken that he couldn't help but "hiss".

Seeing his expression of pain, Fang Meng boldly pressed his chest and said in surprise: "Oh! General, a rib on your chest has been broken, and you have to keep it in your mouth and can't move any more!"

Wei Duoyou sighed helplessly: "Well, you can't move even if you let me out!"

In the past few days, Liang Bo has been a little confused. He didn't know what happened in the Qin horse farm, but he could not use any horses in his pass. If he caused such a huge disaster, what should he do if he pursued it in the future? He wanted to just run away, but when he thought about it, he felt discouraged. It was simple to run away. It was just to run to the grassland as a slave. But his family couldn't escape! He couldn't make up his mind after thinking about it.

He was on duty tonight. He looked out through the steep holes of the tower, but saw darkness everywhere, and a bright spot flashing slightly in the distance. He was bored, and added some oil to the oil lamp, sat under the lamp and wiped the knife.

Suddenly, the light flashed, and Liang Bo suddenly remembered something, and felt like he was hit hard, jumped up quickly, ran to the lookout to see the flashing bright spot. It was the fire! The firelight came from the royal city in the northwest direction! It was the place where King Mu of Zhou conquered the siege. Could it be that they ignited the beacon?

This shock was extraordinary. Bo Liang felt dizzy and stood up with his hands on the wall. He finally found that he had forgotten to bring the Diao Dou who was used to knock when warning. He had to stumble down and shouted as he ran: "Get up! Get up! The sage man is calling-----"

The voice was hoarse and shrill, as if it were a wolf howling and crying. It was particularly thrilling in the quiet night as dark as ink.

He hurried back to the barracks, his legs were weak, and his left foot was accidentally tripping on the threshold. He fell heavily. He didn't care whether it hurts or not. He ran straight to his kang to find Diao Dou. Several soldiers were awakened by him and cursed a few words. He didn't say anything. He just picked up Diao Dou with his left hand and grabbed it with his right hand. He touched a pair of bamboo chopsticks for eating, and then knocked it on regardless.

Someone asked in the darkness: "Brother Liang, what happened?"

"Zhiya----Zhiya---Zhiya-a-san is here!"

Liang Bo's voice was not loud, but everyone heard it, but it was no different from thunder. There was a silence in the barracks first, and then a chaotic situation. Everyone touched the darkness and looked for their own clothes and weapons, and kept pushing and collideing with each other, shouting and complaining.

The fat chief also heard the movement. While running towards this side, he buttoned the collar and shouted: "Go to the yard and gather!"

Several other barracks were also alarmed by the sounds here, and the lights were on one after another. Many soldiers opened the door and looked out. Uncle Liang had no time to explain them in detail. He knocked on the dagger in his hand a few times when he saw someone, and knocked over them all the way.

The fat chief was impatient when he heard this, and ran over to snatch the trick from Liang Bo's hand and shouted: "You boy, don't knock on this thing. A real man serves the country. He is worried about having no battle to fight, and fearing that he can be invincible. Since the enemy comes to his door, we will kill him. If you only knock on this, it seems like we are afraid of the scoundrel!"

When Uncle Liang heard this, he couldn't help but admire the fat chief who was usually careless: "I thought he was a mediocre person, but I didn't expect that he was actually a man!" He blurted out: " Chief Chief, but we have no horses!"

"What are you afraid of? If you don't have a horse, you will stay in seclusion, prepare more arrows and crossbows, and shoot those turtle sons to death!" The fat chief paused: "But the beacon is still important, otherwise you will violate the military law. Go quickly and cause this heinous disaster. Why don't you hurry up and make meritorious?"

Uncle Liang responded and hurriedly moved Jijicao to the beacon tower in the pass. He looked carefully at the firelight in the royal city and murmured: "I lit three piles of fires. The number of ominous people who violated the border must be more than one thousand, so I can lit three piles of fires!"

He hurriedly divided the sedge grass into three piles. The dry sedge grass was about to catch fire. In an instant, the fire was raging, and three thick smoke rose into the sky. Uncle Liang looked at the beacon fire in front of him, thinking about the battle that came in an instant, and felt excited, fearful, and a little helpless desolate. Well, it would be better to die here today. When pursuing this matter in the future, for the sake of his death, Wang Ting would not vent his anger on his family, right?

At this moment, the sky was about to brighten, and a few blood lines were coming out from the thick clouds in the east. The blood lines became longer and thicker, and brighter, dyeing half of the sky with magnificent beauty. Inadvertently, a red sun was already gushing out. The red sun was bathed in the sky and the earth was covered with red red, soldiers wearing iron clothes, war horses with sad neighing, vast desert, and city walls rammed by loess - everything was shrouded in this magnificent and unspeakable sunlight.

Uncle Liang stood on the beacon tower, and suddenly became heroic. He shouted to the fat chief of the fat chief of the lower head: "Prince Guan, if I die in battle today, please bury me outside the frontier so that I can see the sunrise here every day! Also, please don't let my family get tired of my uncle Liang!" After that, he pulled out his waist knife and climbed the wall of the Qingbei Pass without looking back, regardless of the fat chief of the shouting.


Chapter completed!