Back Off, Let Me Come

Click——

There was a slight crisp sound.

The literary scholar next to Zhang He spit out a large mouthful of blood.

The illusion was 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 being cut off by a sickle.

The latter's still-closed eyes were full of reluctance.

As if to say——

[Lord, run! 】

The headless scribe's body was stepped on by Shen Tang, facing the earth. The latter's right hand holds a giant scythe as tall as a person! She used this sickle to cut off the scribe's head in a beheading manner! His expression was full of indifference.

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 lay scattered everywhere. Judging from the traces of struggle left next to the bodies, 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 to the end. He squatted down, held up the head, and wiped the blood on the other person's face with his sleeves.

After doing this, he brushed the scribe's face again.

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 chase the eagle, he does not have the power to chase the eagle. Instead of struggling to be laughed at, it's better to accept it.

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 you 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, you are the same. .”

Shen Tang looked coldly at Zhang Yongqing, who was speaking incoherently and confusedly, and said quietly: "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 appearance of 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 the seemingly unconscious Shen Tang, 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 Shen Jun will be kept in the dark until his death. Although Zhang is short-lived and 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 spattered, he was unable to support his body, his legs weakened and he fell to his knees. Suicide is not an easy way to die, especially for someone like Zhang He. Before death actually comes, you have to endure extremely painful suffocation.

Shen Tang stepped forward and took a look.

Looking into Zhang He's small, bright, dark 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 that landed on the beach, murmuring silently and 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, but instead felt a piece of black cowhide in his arms. The cowhide was placed close to his heart, and curiosity prompted Shen Tang to open it. There's nothing dangerous about this thing, there's just a piece of silk inside.

She fluttered the silk cloth open.

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. In addition to this pattern, the entire silk cloth also has a strange address.

"Which family's crest is this?"

Whose family crest has such an unlucky pattern?

Shen Tang put away the silk cloth and rushed towards 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 Gong Xiqiu, Shen Tang asked Qingniao to pass a letter to him, asking him to break out of the encirclement and join him as soon as possible.

——

"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, and 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 up: "How many soldiers and horses did you bring here?"

The general answered truthfully.

He thought Wu Xian was worried that there were not enough troops and horses, so he immediately slapped his chest and issued a military order: "There are not many troops 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 master be in danger again! My lord, the second 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 was worried that Shen Tang would capsize. Even if Gong Xiqiu went to support him later, as an ally, he should show off and show his attitude, so as not to leave a trace.

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 are many generals who came out to rescue this time. Even without him, the Lord will not be in danger. After he was safe, Wu Xian looked at his silent second son and sorted out the loss. 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 to react, he kowtowed heavily. After two knocks, his head was covered with blood, 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 of my son's ignorance and harm. Father, please. Punish your son..."

His injuries were the least serious among them all.

The two big men couldn't hold back the commotion now.

The Second Young Master made two more bangs, a muffled sound, and the blood dripping from his forehead, which made everyone feel distressed.

"My body, hair and skin are all my parents! The Second Young Master is so unloving. Have you ever thought that the Lord will feel sorry for you?" A military general saw that the Second Young Master was about to knock his head to death. He hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and restrained the Second Young Master first. 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 we 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 cried bitterly as he listened to their words of relief. He still spoke of self-abasement and self-loathing, and his father still had no intention of forgiving. The second young master was heartbroken, rushed forward, and suddenly grabbed a man's sword. He pulled it out and prepared to kill himself and die as an apology.

Although his strength was not enough in front of the seniors, his explosive agility caught everyone off guard. When he successfully grabbed the knife, there was already a blood mark on the second young master's neck. The skin was torn and the blood was gurgling.

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, was also photographed in his father's murderous eyes, and he was so frightened that he turned into a quail. Wu Xian looked at the messy scene and stepped forward to slap his son.

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 I am making noise here. If they know that they saved you, a coward, they will not be able to rest in peace! Bastard, are you still my son, Wu Zhaode? Isn't it!"

As he said that, Wu Xian himself broke down and cried.

Holding her son in her arms and crying.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?

Most of the people who died this time were picked up by him single-handedly and poured countless efforts into them. The two parties have been together for many years and have a deep relationship, but it was completely damaged tonight. It was impossible for Wu Xian not to be sad or sad, but he couldn't show it and could only suppress his emotions. On the contrary, his son's pure and kind nature brought some relief to his riddled heart.

In the eyes of outsiders, Wu Xian cried because he was afraid of losing his son. Little did they know that he was crying for his right-hand man.

The long-standing negative emotions 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 said: "What's the matter?"

The messenger soldier's body was stained with soot and blood, and blood was still flowing 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 gasped 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 are not many soldiers and horses, the camp can still handle it. But the number given by the messenger made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his heart felt cold. His red eyes swept across the people protecting him. With all these people here, how can the camp block so many people?

There were only 10,000 enemy soldiers at first, 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 that there were 30,000 people, and most of them were refugees armed with hoes and sticks.

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 spurted 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. He fought back with internal injuries, and then he spurted blood in public!

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 was blocked and I couldn't see anything, but I could still hear the shouts and screams coming and going. From time to time, there were strong winds and surging air waves. If it was an ordinary fog, it would have been cleared away long ago, but this fog is weird.

As soon as it was blown away, new ones came.

It's endless, 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 skills as a scribe were born for the battlefield, and he has led them to countless victories in the past few years!

Sure enough, as Qin Li's way of being a scribe was 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 join together, and five people formed a unit.

With both offense and defense, he is finally 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 against each other, and the thick fog that makes them unable to see their fingers disappears for a short time. But soon, the thick fog returned. The soldiers didn't know what happened, and Qin Li was also confused.

He wiped the blood from 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 scribe, 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 is, it will always be of some benefit to oneself.

Qin Li took back 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 his camp was suddenly 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 cannot be just Wu Zhaode's forces, the ultimate goal is Chaoliguan.

Thinking with your feet, you can tell that Chaoliguan must be heavily besieged.

"Jun Shen, I just hope that this test 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 Chaoliguan. But he also knew that if he could win this battle, Huang Lie and his ilk would be close to death.

There is nothing else to do but pray.

For ordinary people, this was an extremely ordinary night, but for the Northwest Continent, it was destined to be an important turning point in changing hundreds of years of war. Wei Shou and Chu Jie joined forces to face the enemy. Behind them, Chu Wuhui looked calmly at the approaching army below the city, his brows furrowed as if hesitating.

Ning Yan restrained her murderous intent: "Is there a problem?"

"Huang Xiguang seems not to be in the Chinese Army."

Ning Yan was surprised: "Aren't you here?"

This is obviously impossible.

Looking at the size of the enemy troops in 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 carry the national seal to attack the enemy formation all day long, so he entrusts the national seal to Chu Yao for safekeeping. As the temporary holder of the national seal, he didn't feel the presence of another national seal under the city, which was wrong.

How could Huang Lie not come?

In other words, now that he is here, where is the national seal?

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