Kacha—

A slight crisp sound.

The literary scholar Wenxin beside Zhang He spit out a mouthful of blood.

The illusion was broken, and the battlefield filled with smoke was replaced by the messy wilderness. The moment Zhang He left the illusion, his eyes were so angry that his chest was undulating. Because the first glance he saw was a familiar head cut off by a sickle.

The latter's eyes that had not closed were full of reluctance.

As if saying-

【Lord, run!】

The sprite whose head lost its body was trampled by Chen Tang under his feet in a posture of facing the earth. The latter held a giant sickle more than one person in his right hand! She used this sickle to cut off the sprite's head by beheading! Her expression was full of indifference.

Just at this time—

The hot night wind brings a stronger smell of blood.

They rushed into Zhang He's nose, causing a physiological laryngeal spasm. At his feet, corpses that had lost their vitality were lying everywhere. Judging from the traces of struggle left by the corpse, they died suddenly.

Zhang He was able to break free from [Yiye Dazhan], which was entirely due to the scholar burning his literary heart. Otherwise, Zhang He would only know that he had never escaped from beginning to end when he died. He squatted and picked up the head, and wiped the bloodstains on the other person's face with his sleeve.

After doing this, he whisked the scholar's face again.

Zhang He laughed out loud in his throat.

"Chen Youli, you won."

It’s not that he doesn’t want to run away, but he knows better that he can’t run away - how can the wild rabbits avoid the falcons staring at it? Although they have the heart to kick the eagle, they have no power to kick the eagle. Instead of struggling to be laughed at, it’s better to accept it calmly.

Chen Tang's eyes were still calm, neither sad nor happy.

Zhang He lowered his head and looked at the head with his eyes closed in his arms, glanced at the corpses all over the ground, his heart was desolate and painful, and his face twitched unnaturally: "But, do you think you are the final winner? You! No! Yes! It won't take long to follow us... Hahaha, we are all Gu insects in a basin. Even if we fight for a Gu King, it's just a tool in the hands of others. Chen Jun, Chen Youli, so do you."

Chen Tang looked at Zhang Yongqing, who was incoherent and speechlessly, and said in a low voice: "What do you mean?"

What the hell is the "other person" in Zhang He's mouth?

"Jun Chen will be curious?" Zhang He carefully put his head down. If he closed his eyes and did not look at the two of them at this moment, he thought he was chatting ordinary times just by listening to their conversation. He bent down and picked up someone's sword, staggered up, looked up at Chen Tang, who seemed to be ignorant, and a malice arose in his heart.

"It means that the closer you get, the worse you will fall. You and I are just poisonous insects fighting each other, who is more proud than who? Huang Lie is the same!" He raised his hand and put the long sword across his neck, laughing wildly, "Some truth, Chen Jun is afraid that he will be kept in the dark until his death. Although Zhang's life is short, he is destined to die here today, but at least he can be a wise ghost."

After saying that, Zhang He long sword stroked his neck hard.

As the blood splattered, he was unable to support his body, and his legs fell to his knees. Cripping his throat was not an easy way to die, especially for people like Zhang He. Before death really came, he had to endure extremely painful suffocation.

Chen Tang stepped forward and took a look.

In response to Zhang He's eyes, which were not big, there was a hint of pleading in his eyes - not begging Chen Tang to save him, but begging Chen Tang to help him and give him a pleasure. His lips were like fish on the shore, silently stuttering, unable to spit out a word.

Chen Tang was kind and helped him.

"This guy didn't actually carry the national seal?"

Chen Tang took Zhang He's head and raised his hand to touch him. He did not touch the existence of the National Seal. Instead, he felt a black cowhide in his arms. The cowhide was placed close to his heart, and his curiosity prompted Chen Tang to open it. There was no danger in this thing, there was only a piece of silk cloth inside.

She opened the silk cloth trembled.

Through the moonlight, I clearly saw a picture of a picture painted in ink. There was a circle of thin circles on the outside, and there were three identical fan shapes inside the circle, which looked like a clover at first glance. In addition to this picture, the whole silk cloth also had a strange address.

"Which family's family pattern is this?"

Whose family uses such a bad pattern with patterns?

Chen Tang put away the silk cloth and carried Zhang He's head to Liguan. Huang Lie led his troops to siege him. He didn't know how long Wei Shou and others could last. As for Gong Xiqiu, Chen Tang asked Qingniao to send him a letter, asking him to break through as soon as possible and meet.

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"I saw the lord and the second son!"

Wu Xian's confidant general led his troops to help.

Finally, he met Wu Xian and his son who were embarrassed near the foot of the Chaoliguan Mountains. The confidant general dismounted and greeted him. His eyes were red with excitement: "Lord, it's too late to rescue him."

With the not-so-bright moonlight, Wu Xian saw the identity of the visitor clearly, and his tense heartstrings finally relaxed, and a sense of glory for escaping was suddenly felt. He endured the pain and struggled to help the general up: "How many soldiers have you brought here?"

The general answered truthfully.

He thought Wu Xian was worried that there was not enough troops, so he immediately slapped his chest and issued a military order: "There are not many troops, but I will swear to protect the safety of my lords to the death! I will never let the lord and the second young master enter the danger again! Lord, the second young master, please get on the horse quickly."

Wu Xian said: "You lead your troops to the mountain."

He is still thinking about Chen Tang.

Zhang He brought too many elite soldiers, and Wu Xian didn't know how many heavy shields there were inside, and he was worried that Chen Tang would capsize the gutter. Even if Gong Xiqiu went to support him later, he should act as an ally to express his attitude so as not to leave any talk.

The confidant general looked at the direction of the mountains and then Wu Xian.

Wu Xian said: "I'm fine, you just do it."

The confidant general immediately folded his fists and took the order: "Yi!"

There are many generals who came out to rescue this time. Even without him, the lord will not be in danger. After safety, Wu Xian looked at his silent second son and sorted out the losses. He couldn't help but burst into tears and filled his heart with regret.

"Father, it's my son's fault!"

The second young master finally came to his senses.

He knelt straight in front of Wu Xian who was dealing with the wound with a plop, and kowtowed heavily without waiting for everyone to react. Dongdong kowtowed in blood in two strokes, and was so scared that he hurried forward to support him.

"What are the second young master doing?"

As a father, Wu Xian had no intention of speaking.

The second young master said in tears: "It's all my son's fault this time. If the son hadn't insisted on going into the mountains to hunt, he wouldn't have caused his father to lose so many right-hand men. It was all because of his son's ignorance. My father, please punish him..."

His injuries were the lightest among the people.

At this moment, the two big men couldn't suppress it.

The second young master blew up again, with muffled sounds and blood flowing from his forehead, which made everyone feel distressed.

"The body and hair are my parents! The second young master is so unkind, but have you ever thought that the lord will feel distressed?" A general saw that the second young master was stunning and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, first tied up the second young master, and then pleaded with Wu Xian. "My lord, this matter is sudden, and it depends entirely on the cunning and vicious enemy. How can you blame the second young master? Please advise him to persuade him!"

"Yes, don't make a hit."

Generals came forward to plead with mercy.

The second young master heard their comfort and cried bitterly, but he still felt self-deprecating and disgusted, but his father still had no intention of forgiveness. The second young master made a fuss and rushed forward, suddenly snatched a sword from his man. He was so tired that he was pulled out to commit suicide and apologized for death.

Although his strength was not enough in front of the old seniors, the agility that exploded caught everyone off guard. When he successfully grabbed the knife, a blood mark was left on the second young master's neck. His skin was blooming and his blood was gurgling.

Good guy—

If this is slower, life will be gone!

Wu Xian raised his hand and slapped the big stone beside him. The loud noise of the stone was so shattered that everyone was afraid to say anything. The second young master, who was about to die, also took the murderous look of his father, and turned into a quail. Wu Xian looked at the messy scene and stepped forward and slapped his son.

I still couldn't relieve my hatred and even kicked me.

"Who are you trying to show me?"

"How many people saved your life with their lives?"

"Don't think about trying hard to avenge them, but instead clamoring here. If they know that they have saved you, they will not be able to rest in peace! Bastards, are you still my Wu Zhaode's son? Are you?"

As he said that, Wu Xian himself collapsed and cried.

He kept crying while holding his son.

Who can be ruthless if a person is not a plant or a tree?

Most of the people who died this time were promoted by him, and he was infused with countless efforts. Both sides have been together for many years and have a deep relationship. They were damaged tonight. It is impossible for Wu Xian to be sad or sad, but he cannot show it and can only suppress his emotions. However, his son’s pure and kind nature has given him some comfort in his heart.

In the eyes of outsiders, Wu Xian was afraid of losing his son, so he cried loudly, but he didn't know that he was crying for his right-hand man.

The long-standing negative emotions finally found a vent.

Wu Xian wiped his tears and returned to his calmness.

Just after the wound was bandaged, an urgent report came.

"Report—"

The messenger with black facial features was scorching from ashes and galloped over on war horses. When Wu Xian saw this scene, his heart subconsciously skipped his heart.

He said, "What's the matter?"

In addition to the ashes, the Tuanxin soldier also had blood stains on his body, and several large wounds were still bleeding. It is not difficult to see that he had experienced a bloody battle to spread the urgent report here. The Tuanxin soldier said panting: "...Master, the camp was attacked!"

Wu Xian grabbed the clothes on his knees.

He asked with a dark face: "How many enemies?"

If there were not many troops, the camp could still deal with it. However, the numbers given by the messenger made him fall into an ice cellar, and his heart was cold. He looked red and swept over the people who were protecting him. These people were here, and the camp could still block so many people?

At first, there were only 10,000 enemy soldiers, but as the camp guards were broken, reinforcements arrived continuously. By the time the messengers risked their lives to break through, the number had increased to 30,000. It was said that they were 30,000, and a large number of them were refugees who were picking up hoes and wooden sticks.

Although they are not very lethal, the more locusts gathered together can cause eye-catching losses.

"puff--"

In front of everyone, Wu Xian spit out a mouthful of blood. He was seriously injured, but he was forced to use his weapons to suppress it. However, the news brought back by the messenger was too great, which made him feel ups and downs. He counterattacked with internal injuries, and then he squirted blood in public!
To be continued...