Don't panic, the leader of rebirth

The water was very cold, and the body of the unconscious person was trembling. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes tightly, blood slid down his back, and there was still a faint smell of blood in the air.

Yue Lin could no longer utter a complete sentence, he was covered in blood, and it was the first time he was hanged and beaten like this, even when he was a craftsman. He would glare at himself angrily, and then for Shi Bing's sake, no one would do anything to him.

The wound was in burning pain, Yue Lin frowned, enduring the pain.

About to die?

Yue Lin suddenly opened his eyes, blood had already covered his eyelids, Wu Chen's sobs were close to his ears.

Suddenly there was the sound of pattering footsteps outside the door, Yue Lin turned his back to the gate and couldn't see the person coming, but the person who came was in a hurry, and in vain, the person ran.

"Bo Ji Lie!" This voice was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, Yue Lin didn't know why this person appeared here at this time, because he felt very, very uncomfortable.

After finally breaking through the siege and persuading Duke, Wu Chan was holding a sword. Seeing that Yue Lin had turned into a blood man, he rubbed his bloodshot eyes and said, "Bo Jilie, what are you doing? What are you doing here?" When Yanbei Wuyang was executed, he once said that he would not embarrass the two of them, what are you doing now?"

Jian Zan followed behind Wu Chan, and a group of soldiers rushed into the empty hall. Jian Zan stared at Yue Lin who had no human figure, and a trace of unbearable flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand for a while, and several soldiers were on the verge of breaking out. .

Bo Jilie slapped his head and said, "Wu Chan, you actually have the guts to come to me again, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you right now?"

"How dare you!" Wu Chan held a sword in his hand, and he stared at Bo Jilie and said, "If you kill me now, the nobles behind me will never cooperate with you again. Do you think you can suppress the rebellion with your current army?" How long is the army?"

Jian Zan looked at the other party coldly, and when he heard Bo Jilie's words, he immediately pulled out the long knife in his hand, as if he was ready to strike at any time.

"Wu Chan, what I'm doing now is also for Carthage. If these two people don't deal with it, what will other Zhongzhou cities think of our Carthage? Incompetent? Weak? Will they send us troops to continue to suppress the rebels? ?” Bo Jilie stared at Wu Chan, his expression gradually turned cold, the loud sound resounded in the hall, accompanied by the ticking of blood.

Wu Chan laughed loudly, staring at Bo Jilie, and sneered: "Now you admit that you can no longer suppress the rebels? Then how did you do it back then? If it weren't for your tyranny, Carthage would never have One day! It's all your fault!"

"My fault?" Bo Ji smiled fiercely, but he didn't say a word.

Bo Jilie couldn't help but sneered, there was no way to force the people from Zhongzhou to join the battle, the civil war in Carthage would definitely mess up Carthage, if the people from Zhongzhou were allowed to recuperate, then Carthage after the war would be destroyed. It will be a huge danger, and there are barbarian tourists in the south, who are responsible for the decline of Carthage. Bo Jilie must kill people to stand up, otherwise the people of Zhongzhou will not listen to Carthage, and Carthage will be even more dangerous.

"Jian Zan, put him down." Wu Chan couldn't bear to see Yue Lin's bloody state.

Bo Jilie snorted coldly.

"Wu Chan, you'd better not disobey the Marshal's order. What do you think you are now, but you have Duke Elder to help you, otherwise you are nothing now!" The emerald green eyes on what could only be regarded as an ordinary face turned twice, looking at Wu Chan, and soon he realized something was wrong—Wu Chan was too calm, and he didn't seem to worry about the punishment of the elders at all.

In the main hall, on top of the white stone pillars, a brazier was burning violently. Each of the eight pillars was burning with raging fire, and sparks were still dancing in the air.

Wu Chen was forced to kneel on the ground, looking from his direction, he could only see the bloody outline of Yue Lin, he seemed to be dying, his body had no ups and downs, Wu Chen turned his head to look at Wu Chan, his pair of bloodshot eyes His eyes seemed to be calling for help.

Wu Chan could see the meaning in Wu Chen's eyes, and he nodded indistinctly.

Jian Zan put Yue Lin down from the cross, and Yue Lin was so weak that he could hardly breathe. After seeing this situation, Jian Zan immediately took out the hemostatic medicine he carried with him and touched Yue Lin's wound.

boom boom-

The soldiers rushing from outside the gate rushed into the quaint hall, Jian Zanhun immediately raised his vigilance, carefully supported Yue Lin, and handed Yue Lin to Wu Chan's hands. The person in the arms had obviously lost consciousness and did not make any sound.

"let's go."

"If City Lord Yanbei dies, you don't have to think that I will continue to cooperate with you!" Wu Chan was not afraid, he carried Yue Lin and walked out, he immediately left a sentence, and the soldiers and Jian Zan immediately followed Wu Chan Zen, follow Wu Chan, and leave.

Quint looked at the back of Wu Chan leaving hesitantly, turned his head and asked Bo Jilie, "Just let him go like this?"

"What can I do? His daring to come today means that he has convinced Duke. Now that we are cooperating, even such a rebellion is difficult to suppress. If Wu Chan decides not to cooperate, Carthage will really be finished." .”

"Throw him to the dungeon." Bo Jilie waved his hands, he said a little tiredly.

Three days later—

The wound on his body began to form calluses, Yue Lin slowly opened his eyes under the call of the sun, the wound hurt uncomfortably, his face was pale, and Wu Chan smiled and said: "Wake up, eat something something."

Yue Lin felt the warm blanket, his head was still a little dazed, he opened his eyes and saw Wu Chan's handsome face, he immediately asked in surprise: "I'm here? I'm here? Where's Wu Chen?!"

"Don't worry, he's fine now." Wu Chan touched Yue Lin's forehead, still suffering from a high fever, seeing that the first thing Yue Lin did when he woke up was to ask Wu Chen, he said with a wry smile, "You should take a good rest first, you are still suffering from a high fever. She is still very weak, and the wound on her body still needs to be rubbed with medicine, so don't think too much about other things."

Yue Lin coughed and looked at Wu Chan, and said: "How can I not worry, Bo Jilie, Bo Jilie will kill him!"

"Don't worry, with me here, no one will kill him now, and no one can kill you." Wu Chan smiled slightly, and before he finished speaking, Jian Zan walked in with windy footsteps outside the door, and said with a serious expression: "My lord, Lord Duke wants to see you, maybe because you saved Yue Linwu, should we go now, or wait a while?"

"Oh." Wu Chan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jian Zan, displeased at being disturbed, put down the bowl in his hand, shook his head slightly and said, "I'll see him later."

Jian Zan hesitated for a while and said, "But it's Lord Duke, wouldn't it be bad not to go now? If you don't have Lord Duke's support in Carthage..."

"Don't worry, Duke won't stop supporting me because of this matter." Wu Chan said confidently. If it wasn't for Duke, he would have died long ago. Duke let him and the Great Lord go away. There are also Wu Xiang and the other three. It's a pity that Duke's power was not as strong as it is now. Without his own support and the army in his hands, Carthage's defense line would only collapse faster than it is now!

Wu Chan was a little funny. He never thought that the mercenary army and the slave army could be so brave on the battlefield. Equipped with Carthage weapons, they killed the enemy bravely, and they were many times stronger than those soldiers who had not fought all the year round!Now Carthage still needs itself, as long as they need themselves, they dare not do anything to themselves.

Yue Lin trembled all over, he looked at Wu Chan and asked, "Because you saved me?"

He didn't quite know what happened, but Yue Lin could guess from the conversation between the two that it was probably because after saving himself that day, Wu Chan's situation became embarrassing.

After these months of war, Yue Lin still clearly knows Wu Chan's current status in Carthage, because of the decision of the great nobles to be welcomed back, and because of the extremely brave army in his hands, his status in Carthage has become in vain up.

Wu Chan smiled and replied: "Don't worry, Elder Duke is on my side. He was my A Wu in Carthage before. He was the one who brought me into the temple. He just wanted to talk to me when he saw me. That's all."

Yue Lin nodded slightly, and Jian Zan on the side looked a little uneasy, so the old man is Lord Wu Chan's Ah Wu?Only then did he know why Duke chose Wu Chan, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Jian Zan, go down." Wu Chan ordered, and Jian Zan hurried down immediately, not appearing in front of Yue Lin and Wu Chan.

the other side--

Bo Jilie roared, and the hall was suddenly silent, the old man on the high platform stared at Bo Jilie coldly and said: "Bo Jilie, don't forget that we promoted you to the position of marshal, we can also pull you down. "

The old man's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion, like the freezing water in a snowy day. He sat on a wicker chair and continued: "Wu Chan has an army in his hands. I don't want to confront him head-on. Now Carthage It is in danger under your management, do you really want Carthage to fall in your hands?"

"Ridiculous!" Bo Jilie scolded angrily, met the old man's cold gaze and said, "Is it because he has an army? It's just a group of slaves and a few mercenaries! How much effect can he play on the situation in Carthage? ? Without my soldiers, you would have been killed by the rebels long ago!"

"You're right." The old man nodded slowly, he raised his head and said, "He may not be very useful, but we need him to charge for us. As long as he has soldiers in his hand, I won't allow you to touch him." !"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, several soldiers stepped forward and made a gesture of invitation to Bo Jilie. Bo Jilie looked angrily at the old man and the nobles sitting in front of the round table, and he turned around without turning his head. back to leave.

A hoarse voice sounded, and the old man held his forehead and said, "Okay, let's continue."

Seeing that Bo Jilie had left completely, a few elderly people dressed similarly to the old man expressed their displeasure and said, "Old Dai, Bo Jilie is too arrogant to be so rude to us just now, should we continue to stay?" with him?"

The man called Elder Dai whispered: "Don't keep him, when the rebellion is over, do you really want Wu Chan to be the Marshal of Carthage?"

In the main hall, there is no brazier. At this time, only the oil lamp is lit and placed on the table. Through the windows on the wall, the sun can barely see the inside of the main hall. The old man lying on the chair looked carefully, and his face was full of tiredness. His face was pale, his health was not good at the time, his bark-like skin was like a lifeless skeleton, and he would die at any moment.

When asked by the old man, those who were dissatisfied with Bo Jilie immediately shut their mouths, and when they heard the old man coughing, they immediately said, "Old man, you should rest more."

The old man shook his head, and was helped to get up from the rattan chair. He said to the people sitting at the round table in an extremely hoarse voice: "Now is the time when Carthage is in crisis, don't make trouble for me, I don't want you If there is another conflict with Wu Chan or Bo Jilie, if no one goes to the front to command the army, then I can only let everyone here go!"

"I think everyone here, I'm afraid no one has commanded an army? So it's best not to trouble them. After the war in Carthage subsides, it's your business to do what you want."

"Yes, my lord!" Immediately, the nobles in front of the round table lowered their heads, not daring to resist. Seeing the old man being helped away, and hearing the old man's words, all of them turned pale. Let them go to the battlefield. It's easy to kill them directly. The nobles cultivated in Kaigu's luxurious life can only intrigue. They have never been on the battlefield, and they don't want to go to the battlefield at all.

It was getting brighter, and Yue Lin, who had been lying on the bed for a while, felt a little better after eating liquid food. He only heard Wu Chan talking about his past in Carthage in detail. ,delicious.

Yue Lin didn't care to listen to these things, he only cares about whether Wu Chen is still alive, is he alive?

"Is Wu Chen okay?" After listening to Wu Chan's words, Yue Lin hesitated for a while. He knew that asking Wu Chan about Wu Chen's situation would make him unhappy, but he was really eager to know about Wu Chen's situation. , the high fever has subsided, and Yue Lin has some strength.

Wu Chan froze, smiled helplessly and said, "He's in the dungeon, don't worry, no one will torture him."

"I think you will want to know about Wuyang's situation. I have someone burn his body and sprinkle it in the Qishui. This is for you." Wu Chan took out a small bottle from his heart and said, "This It's the leftover ashes, which I think you'll want."

With trembling hands, Yue Lin took the gray clay pot from Wu Chan's hand. He couldn't cry, touched his tears and said, "I still can't believe it, Dad is dead."

"I remember when I first arrived in Yanyi, when I saw my father, he was still very energetic. If we didn't leave the desolate mountain range and come here, would everything be different, would my father not die?" Yue Lin burst into tears with excitement, leaving behind tears.

Yue Lin was crying, and Wu Chan at the side handed over a handkerchief, not knowing how to comfort Yue Lin, he just sighed and said, "Don't cry."

Wu Chan sighed, he hugged Yue Lin with his arms, if it was usually Yue Lin, he would have pushed Wu Chan away, but at this time Yue Lin felt uncomfortable, he could have a hug to lean on and cry, no matter what he couldn't refuse idea.

Seeing Yue Lin who was crying so hard that the corners of his eyes were still moist, Wu Chan sighed helplessly. He didn't expect that even Wu Chen's father would have such a deep relationship with Yue Lin.

I really have no hope at all!Wu Chan laughed at himself.

In the dark corridor, the man's hands were clasped backwards by rusty iron chains. There was no wound on his body, but one only had to take a closer look to know that the man was unwell. His eyes had lost focus. Without opening it, the only optical fiber is an air vent the size of a human fist in this dungeon, and a ray of light falls to let the person know that it is still daytime.

Bo Jilie walked into this damp dungeon, he stared at Wu Chen.

Wu Chen felt that the person who came was staring at him all the time. He opened his tired eyes, saw the other person's appearance, and immediately roared crazily: "Bo Ji Lie! How dare you come! I will kill you sooner or later." Your head!"

Bo Jilie sneered coldly, raised his head, looked down at Wu Chen, and said, "Do you think I will be afraid if you threaten me like this? As long as I want to kill you, I can make you You have no place to die, by the way, your witch is at Wu Chan's place now, and Wu Chan treats him very differently."

"Haha, as long as you don't kill Yuelin, I don't think Wu Chan will care about your life or death?" Bo Jilie's harsh voice sounded in the dark prison, and he said with a smile.

Wu Chen glanced at Bo Jilie and said, "Get lost."

The man sneered and said: "Look at you, you are so pitiful. You are alone in the dungeon, but he is in Wu Chan's arms. I really feel sorry for you."

With a creak, the door was closed, and there was no more sound, leaving only a lonely man in the dark dungeon.

He looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, indescribably sad.

Abba...

Thinking of Wuyang, Wu Chen's heart seemed to be stabbed by a knife.

In the darkness, Wu Chen opened his eyes, his eyes were full of blood and anger, he was crying, "If he dies, it's fine if someone takes care of him."

Snow covered, facing the cold wind blowing across people's faces, Yue Lin Yue Lin was wearing a blue robe with a white fox fur collar, as if he had changed his attire.

The man accompanying him was wearing a white battle robe, with a sword at his waist, with brown hair and green eyes, looking bright.

"Today is a festival for love between men and women in Carthage. You see, the river of ice cream never freezes."

Today is an important festival in Carthage. Carthage, which was originally lifeless, finally gained a bit of popularity at this time. Men, women, young and old, all came out of their homes.

Yue Lin let Wu Chan pull him to sit on the boat. On the bank of Qi River, the flowing water was gurgling, singing and laughing. Yue Lin looked at the river, but he was full of grief and indignation.

The Qihe Festival in Carthage is still held. Today, men and women who love each other can exchange tokens, or make a marriage contract today and engrave each other's name on their chests.