Moth

After Lu Hanzhang finished playing an impromptu tune, he clasped his throat with his left hand, drew a circle with his right hand, and used the flute to beat the Dongying warrior who came out of the water at some time with blood splashing all over his nose.

As early as when Du Heng yelled "water monster", he had already noticed the movement under the water.But not long after, those overwhelming movements were suddenly forcibly diverted by something. Instead, Dongpu started a series of restless noises.At the same time, Dongying warriors emerged from the water continuously like a fountain, and started a fierce hand-to-hand fight with the Daqing warriors on the deck.

His heart tightened, and he dug out a tattered flute in the dark. It turned out that the flute was too unprofessional. In addition to the normal eyes, many small holes were forcibly poked by people who bought one and got one free. The air leaked so much that people wanted to cry and cry with tears in their eyes.

All in all, the final result was that his cheek hurt from playing that short death song.

The deck was in chaos, with swords and swords full of murderous people, and there were broken arms and legs everywhere.

Lu Hanzhang knew how much he weighed and how much he was, and he also confessed that he was a wimp, so he chose a small corner that was hidden from the eyes, and only listened carefully to distinguish the abnormal noises around him—the two hairs still called He brooded.

He was so focused that he didn't notice the movement behind him at all, until Fang Bingbi slashed the person behind him like a magic soldier, and he said "ah".

Fang Bingbi pulled him up, turned his head and yelled at the little soldiers who had been fighting here: "Order all the captains to lift the anchor immediately and head north at full speed!"

After he finished speaking, he slashed fiercely at the junction of the two ships, and then turned his head, and the speed of his speech was almost flying: "The soldiers on the boat of Yaoshan just came to report, and their boat was just wrapped in a In the ocean vortex, I am afraid that the boat behind will also be pulled along. So you wait here and don't move, someone will come later..."

Lu Hanzhang grabbed his sleeve with his backhand and interrupted him: "Where are the others?"

Fang Bingbi looked at Dongpu's battered battleship group, and said solemnly, "The whereabouts are unknown."

Lu Hanzhang paused for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the little soldier just now, pointing to Jiang Shan: "What to run, pass the order, all the ships are connected into a square with battalions as units, hurry up!"

Even with his toenails, he knew how difficult it was to carry out this order. The soldier who sent the order thought he had heard it wrong, so he stood there and let out an "ah" in a tone that turned the eighteenth bend of the mountain road.

Because the people in Dongying lived in their own nests, and everyone was close to a state of madness. It was already a bit difficult for Daqing to deal with these mad dogs, let alone assign some people to protect the sailors on the boat.

Lu Hanzhang took a deep breath, raised his eyelids and said coldly: "Ten, nine, eight..."

Facts have proved that this kind of countdown can really create a tense atmosphere. He only counted to three, and the little soldier pissed off and walked away all the way.

Lu Hanzhang breathed a sigh of relief, and comforted Fang Bingbi: "It's all right, don't worry."

Fang Bingbi: "..."

The torrential rain had begun to subside gradually, and the thunder and lightning seemed to have killed those who owed it to them, and disappeared contentedly.Half of Weiyang's long night passed away, a white belly gradually emerged from the east, and the dark blue night outlined the black silhouettes of bloody fighters... Everything is coming to an end.

Not long after, the boat under their feet really started to spin around in place, and joined several adjacent boats end to end, forming a very stable and huge square.

At the same time, the shouts of killing on the deck were already resounding, and the war had begun to end at this moment. The sound of heavy bodies hitting the sea water and hitting the deck was especially clear after the sound of the heavy rain washing away.But this sound didn't last long. It took only about a cup of tea before all the sounds on the deck were replaced by a sharp horn.

Just at this time, the cold winter sun exposed a scalp on the sea level, and it was dawn.

The knife in Fang Bingbi's hand fell to the ground, and the man covered his face, squatting on the ground in a shameful manner, weeping: "We won the first battle."

Lu Hanzhang smiled helplessly, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Cry later, there is still a battle to be fought."

His crow's mouth was absolutely perfect, and just as he finished speaking, the boat under his feet seemed to have received some kind of huge traction force, and gradually moved towards the due south direction, and it was getting faster and faster.The square battleship group seemed to have a thought of its own, and gradually it was not satisfied with going straight, but turned sideways and spun mischievously!

But the soldiers lying down tiredly on the deck didn't respond, grunting one after another.

Lu Hanzhang climbed onto the handrail and moved to the inner deck, and leaned desperately to look in, only to see that the huge vortex surrounded by the square battleship group rolled down deeply into an awl-shaped, fast-winding waterline The ground is filled with all kinds of weapons and soldiers of different heights, fat and thin, as well as monsters of unknown origin.

The black vortex seems to be infinitely powerful, and it is wrapped in a huge battleship group trying to swallow it, but it seems to have used all its strength, except for spinning the square battleship group out of the speed of the wind, nothing else can be changed. Did not happen.

The battleship group was still floating high on the water, not dropping an inch.

What's more funny is that there are too many monsters with hideous faces, filling the giant vortex from top to bottom, from inside to outside.

The vortex was forcibly stuffed with such a large amount of food, as if it was too embarrassing to reach out to ask for something, it gradually subsided without any aggressive spirit.

Suddenly someone on the deck shouted: "General!"

Lu Hanzhang's scalp exploded, and he turned around and ran towards the sound in a staggered manner.

He followed the soldier's hand and looked down, and saw a dilapidated plank near the water surface of the ship, which was tightly wrapped around the outer edge of the battleship by iron chains, as if it had been caught by something on the ship. The little thing got stuck in place, and just managed to stay on the surface of the water and not sink into the sea.

Liu Changzhou, who was dressed in red, was wrapped on the narrow wooden board by a few iron chains.

A few soldiers hurriedly fished Liu Changzhou up, his appearance was so hard to be looked at directly.

His whole body seemed to be trapped in some kind of great pain, his eyes were closed tightly, and the wet long eyelashes were clustered together in one place, his brows were tightly frowned, and the only part of his face that was still bloody was the tight lips. A line of blood red on the lips.Messy hair covered his face, making his face paler.

Most of the redness on his body was blood-soaked gauze, and a red sleeve was still tightly clenched in his convulsive hands.

Lu Hanzhang stood where he was, his hands trembling involuntarily.

He only knew that he couldn't stop his footsteps, so he said "you go" so easily, but he didn't know that he had been wandering all the way, and when he returned triumphantly, he turned into a look worse than the pig and dog now.

He walked over step by step, knelt beside the man, at a loss, not knowing where to start.

There was a sudden shaking on the deck, and a group of well-dressed Daqing officers and soldiers seemed to descend from the sky, easily taking down all the soldiers of the Donghai Battalion who were already helpless at this time.

The leader held a roll of bright yellow: "...the guilty minister Liu Changzhou, absconded in fear of crime, embracing the soldiers and respecting himself, immediately arrested and brought to justice..."

Fang Bingbi suddenly got into trouble, raised his hand and threw the knife in his hand, and stabbed the man just now in the heart impartially.He roared out of control: "Brothers, what are you waiting for! How can there be any reason to escape from the enemy's blade and die at the hands of your own people?"

His roar was like thunder on the ground, but the reality is that no matter how cowardly the Daqing navy is, it is more than enough to deal with their group of wounded and disabled generals—almost all the dying soldiers on the deck were executed on the spot. I was really killed by my own people.

The fire in Fang Bingbi's heart burned even hotter, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat due to the torment.

He raised his eyes and looked at the dilapidated ship of the Bingbu Donghai Camp that was moored a step away at some time, and then looked at the flag with the word "Daqing" embroidered on the bow, and walked in that direction step by step in a daze. .

Everyone looked at the man who was riddled with wounds as if he was dazed. He climbed over the guardrail with his hands and feet, stepped onto the ship, climbed up to the command platform, and took down the military flag.

Fang Bingbi looked at the flag in his hand, and fell to his knees as soon as his knees softened.

Arrows from all directions pierced him into a hedgehog in an instant. He tilted his head and looked at the endless sea for a while, and murmured: "Although I'm afraid to fill the gully with the dew first, I'd rather break it for the blue than for the poor." ..."

The sea at this time was unusually docile, far less hysterical than last night.

The sea breeze swayed gently, bringing the flag to those good men who had died in the Donghai Camp. This was probably the last glory that Daqing gave to this group of dedicated and iron-blooded men.

Several officers and soldiers came forward, grabbed Liu Changzhou who was still in a coma, handcuffed and shackled him, twisted his arms very vigorously, and dragged him away.

Liu Changzhou woke up in a burst of pain that was almost suffocating. He didn't even show any surprise at the current situation. He only slightly turned his head towards Lu Hanzhang's direction. Two words: "It's worth it."

Lu Hanzhang's eyes were red, his hands were clenched into fists, and he replied politely: "Wait for me."

Liu Changzhou stretched out a little finger very childishly, bent it slightly, and sighed before passing out: "A promise is as good as it gets."

……

Throughout the ages, how many innocent souls have lamented, empty-eyed and hopeful that the world is infinite.

There are many sorrows, weeping blood flies and insects laugh at the sky, and lonely sails overlap with white chains.

The waning moon rises, and a strong wind suddenly blows up, blowing it away.

……

He woke up in the dark dungeon, feeling that he had nothing to worry about, so he made a summary of the first half of his life out of boredom, and came up with a sentence without shame: I would rather let the world bear me than let me suffer. people in the world.

A painting scroll suddenly rolled in from outside the cage, and the laborer opened the padlock and cursed: "Damn it, this is the first time I see someone leave the death row alive after living for so many years. Don't pretend to be dead, save your life, and get out!"

The scroll got stuck on the fence, and it was covered to the brim in the small prison cell. The white silk surface of indeterminate length was crowded with densely packed small characters, but none of them were square characters, but thousands of them. Di's first and last name, because he knows how to write Parjan's name.

At the end of the cursive there are two ugly words in blood: wait for me.

... It is the book of ten thousand people that Lu Hanzhang asked him.

It is said that the book of Wanmin was to be delivered to the emperor, and the person who delivered the book was nine hundred and ninety-nine steps away from the gate of the palace to the main entrance of the meeting hall.

After returning victorious from a battle to defend the territory, he was formally reduced to a complete loner—parents who turned into fans, Chang Li, Du Heng, Zheng Xuange, Zhu Dianyi, Fang Bingbi, and Lu Hanzhang whose whereabouts are unknown... …

He cried and laughed.

Looking up, the wind and smoke are not the old days,

There are many ways to find the way back in a dream.

At this point in the year, there is only one person who wishes to be safe in his life.

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【Volume [-]】Looking at the sad wind from afar, I can't finish the wine

[Volume [-]] Qingqin horizontal bed, half pot of turbid wine

"The eternity is long... blown away." - "Man Jianghong"

In addition, Xiaobaiwen, who is nonsense and nondescript, has finally entered the countdown to the end~

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