Chapter 828 828: Chapter 828: Chapter 828: Chapter 8 (Second) [Please vote]


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    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 escaped from the illusion, his eyes were so angry that his chest was fluctuating. Because the first thing 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 talking—


    [Lord, run away! 】


    The corpse of the scribe who lost his head was trampled under Chen Tang in a posture of facing the earth. The latter holds a giant sickle more than one person in his right hand! It was this sickle that she cut off the scribe''s head by beheading! His 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 nasal cavity, 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 [A Leaf of Obstacles], 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. He squatted and picked up the head and wiped the bloodstains on the other person''s face with his sleeve.


    After doing this, he brushed 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 run away from the hawks staring at it? Although he has the heart to kick the eagle, he has no power to kick the eagle. Instead of struggling to be laughed at, it is better to accept it calmly.


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


    Zhang He lowered his head and looked at the head with his eyes closed in his arms, scanned 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 be long before we will follow in the footsteps... Hahaha, we are all Gu insects in a basin. Even if we fight for a Gu king, it is just a tool in the hands of others. Shen Jun, Chen Youli, so do you."


    Chen Tang looked at Zhang Yongqing, who was incoherent and confused, and said indifferently: "What do you mean?"


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


    "Will Mr. Shen be curious?" Zhang He carefully put his head down - if he closed his eyes and didn''t look at the two of them at this moment, just listening to their conversation, he thought he was chatting ordinary times - 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 a worm 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, and laughed wildly, "Some truth, Shen 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 stroked his neck hard.


    As the blood splattered, he was unable to support his body, and his legs fell to the ground. Cripping suicide is not an easy way to die, especially for people like Zhang He. Before death really comes, you have to endure extremely painful suffocation.


    Chen Tang stepped forward and took a look.


    Then Zhang He''s eyes were not big, and 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 some pleasure. His lips were like fish on the shore, silently stuttering, unable to spit out a word.


    Chen Tang was kind and helped him.


    "Is this guy not carrying 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 the heart, and the curiosity prompted Chen Tang to open it. There is nothing dangerous about this thing, there is only a piece of silk cloth inside.


    She opened the silk cloth with shaking.


    Through the moonlight, I clearly saw a pattern 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 three-leaf clover at first glance. In addition to this pattern, the whole silk cloth has a strange address.


    "Which family''s family pattern is this?"


    Whose family uses such an unlucky pattern for their patterns?


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


    —


    "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 in a mess near the foot of the Chaoliguan Mountains. The confidant general dismounted and greeted him, and 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 born. 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 the last general vowed to protect the safety of the lord! He would never let the lord and the second son enter the danger again! Lord, the second son, 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. Wu Xian still didn''t know how many heavy shields there were inside, and 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 show his attitude so as not to leave any talk.


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


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


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


    There are many generals who came out to rescue this time. Even if he is not in charge, 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 his heart was filled 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. After two dong dongs, he kowtowed all over his head and was so scared that he hurried forward to support him.


    "What are you doing with the second young master?"


    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 his son was ignorant and harmed others. My father, please punish him..."


    His injuries were the lightest among the people.


    At this moment, the two big men couldn''t hold back.


    The second young master thumped 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 **** the second young master, and then pleaded with Wu Xian, "Lord, this matter is sudden, and it is all due to the enemy''s cunning and viciousness. How can you blame the second young master? Please advise him to persuade him!"


    "Yes, don''t make a good deal."


    One by one, the generals came forward to plead with mercy. The second young master heard their comfort and cried bitterly, but he still gave in and got disgusted by himself, but his father still had no intention of forgiveness. The second young master made a fuss, rushed forward, and suddenly grabbed a man''s sword. He had to pull out his brush and was ready to commit suicide, and apologize for his death.


    Although his strength is not enough in front of the old seniors, the agility he burst out caught everyone off guard. When he successfully grabbed the knife, a blood mark was left on the second young master''s neck. The skin is blooming, the flesh is blooming, and the blood is 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 scared that everyone did not dare to say anything. The second young master, who was desperate, also took the murderous look from 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 want to work hard and avenge them, but instead make noise 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 he is not a plant or a tree?


    Most of the people who died this time were promoted by him and he poured countless efforts into it. The two sides have been together for many years and have a deep relationship, so they lost tonight. It is impossible for Wu Xian to be sad or sad, but he cannot show it, he can only suppress his emotions. However, his son was pure and kind, which gave his heart a little relief.


    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 negative emotions that have been surging for a long time have 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, galloping on a war horse. When Wu Xian saw this scene, his heart subconsciously skipped his mind.


    He said, "What''s the matter?"


    In addition to the ashes, there was also blood stain on the messenger''s body, and several large wounds were still bleeding. It is not difficult to see that he had experienced a **** battle before the urgent report was spread here. The sender said breathlessly: "…Master, the camp was attacked!"


    Wu Xian grabbed the clothes on his knees.


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


    If there are not many troops, the camp can still deal with it. But the numbers given by the messenger made him feel like he fell into an ice cellar, and his heart was cold. He swept over the people who were protecting him with red eyes. These people are here, can the camp 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 messenger risked his life to break through, the number had increased to 30,000. It is said to be 30,000 people, and most of them are refugees who pick up hoes and sticks.


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


    "Puff-"


    In full view of everyone, Wu Xian spitted 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. The internal injury counterattacked, and then he blew blood in public!


    Before Wu Xian fell down, he was supported by someone. He had red eyes and used his best efforts to spit out two words: "Return to help!"


    Return to the camp to support as fast as possible.


    Wu Xian Camp.


    The heavy fog covered it with no fingers.


    The visual is obstructed and you can''t see anything, but you can still hear the shouts and screams of killing and screams here and there, from time to time, strong winds blow and air waves surging. If it were ordinary fog, it would have been cleaned up long ago, but the heavy fog was strange.


    News have just been blown away and are coming.


    There is endless and very strange.


    Ordinary people have been in a hurry when they are in the middle of it, and the soldiers under Wu Xian''s tent are relieved because they know that this is the military advisor Qin Li. His literati''s way was born for the battlefield, and he led them to win countless battles over the past few years!


    As expected, as Qin Li''s literati''s way of laying out, Wu Xian''s camp, which was originally defeated by night attacks, quickly stabilized its position and the casualties gradually decreased. They followed Qin Li''s instructions to move and gathered together, and the five people formed a formation for one unit.


    Be both offensive and defensive, I am finally not a lamb to be slaughtered.


    But there were also literary scholars on the enemy side, and the latter seemed to find Qin Li''s weakness. The two fought each other, and the thick fog that could not see the five fingers disappeared briefly. But soon, the thick fog made a comeback. The soldiers didn''t know what happened, and Qin Li was also confused.


    He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his fingers.


    Murmur, "Is this withdrawal?"


    Outsiders may misunderstand that Qin Li or others defeated the enemy literati, but Qin Li himself knew very well that the other party took the initiative to stop, and it was very abrupt to stop. However, no matter what the other party plans, it will always be of some benefit to oneself.


    Qin Li took back his mind and focused on commanding the battlefield.


    "I don''t know what happened to Chaoliguan..."


    Wu Xian was ambushed when hunting, and immediately after the camp was attacked by the enemy. No one believed what happened before and after, if there was no premeditation, no one believed it. If you play such a big game of chess, it is impossible for Wu Zhaode to have the only force, and the ultimate goal is to go to Liguan.


    I thought about it with my feet and knew that Chaoli Pass must have been besieged by heavy troops.


    "Mr. Shen, I just hope that this level 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 the Liguan Pass of Korea. But he also knew that if he could win this battle, Huang Lie and others would not be far away from death.


    There is nothing else but prayer.


    This is an extremely ordinary night for ordinary people, but for the Northwest Continent, it is destined to be an important turning point that changes hundreds of years of war. Wei Shou and Chu Jie joined forces to meet the enemy. Behind them, Chu Wuhui looked at the approaching army under the city with calm eyes, brows deep, as if hesitating.


    Ning Yan restrained her murderous aura: "Is there any problem?"


    "Huang Xiguang seems not in the central army."


    Ning Yan was shocked: "Are you there?"


    This is obviously impossible.


    Judging from the scale of enemy soldiers under the city, they are definitely coming out in full swing. How could Huang Lie, as the leader of the force, not be present to take charge?


    Chu Yao said, "I didn''t sense the national seal."


    Because the lord is also an important combat force, it is not safe to take the national seal to kill the enemy formation all day long, so he entrusted the national seal to Chu Yao for safekeeping. As the temporary holder of the national seal, he did not feel the existence of another national seal under the city, which was not right.


    How could Huang Lie not come?


    Or, when he is here, where is the national seal?


    ?|ω`)


    The pattern of this chapter is a clue, the description should be very clear, you can draw it to see what it is, hehe.


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    (This chapter ends)