Qi Kuo

Zhao Jun remembered that he had heard someone say a poem before, "Follow the golden drum at dawn, and embrace the jade saddle at night." Now when he was riding a horse and galloping on the road in the dark, he really felt that mood.

He looked at the dark blue sky in the sky, and the dust raised by the horseshoes covered most of the scenery and mountains, leaving only the cold and rapid sound of horseshoes.

Zhao Jun pursed the corners of his mouth, watching the scene that was getting closer and closer in the distance, his heart was really thumping wildly.

He has been on the battlefield with Chen Ke and the others many times, and he has also been on the battlefield alone, but the opponent is someone he is familiar with.But this time, the future is unknown and the opponent is strong.Think about it and get a little excited.

In fact, if he could do something to help him, even if he died in battle, he would not feel regretful.

He has a lot of selfishness, and he has never been alone, and he can't let go of the whole Taihe.

Zhao Jun took the horsewhip to speed up his forward speed again.

Behind him is the entire Taihe, and also their small team, both big and small.

Say no more, say less.

It's just that if they lose, they can't see the future world. If they win, Taihe's vitality will be greater at least.

Even if he knew it was impossible.

The faces of the soldiers on the front line were blurred by the flying sand and dust, so they couldn't see the original skin color clearly. Only two eyes were still clear in black and white in the dark night, as if they could see the end of the world.

Zhao Jun made a rough layout, and then said to them: "Remember, come back alive to see me."

In the distance, there was a roar that broke through the sky, followed by the sound of many people fighting.

The blood mist splashed all over the sky dyed the sky a slightly brighter color. They looked at Zhao Jun's clear eyes and nodded solemnly.

Alive.

Zhao Jun put on his armor and rushed forward with Huang Erniu.

He has always known that Shanghan people are strong and good at fighting. Just like what Chen Ke said, Shanghan is good at fighting in large fields, especially on horseback.

But the National Defense Army was defeated precisely here, and it happened that what they were good at was what they were not good at.

The northern border is vast and flat, and Shang Khan's offensive is very purposeful, and the battle field is invisibly widened by them, and then they use their advantages to the extreme.

As a result, the National Defense Army was restricted everywhere.

If you want to win, you must either overcome this problem in extreme time, or break through from within Shanghan.

Zhao Jun's left arm was slashed open by the opponent with a huge wound, and pools of warm blood flowed out, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was pungent.

Zhao Jun's eyes were stained with blood. He looked at the blurred figure on the opposite side and struggled to avoid the stabbing knife.

He didn't know whether his own blood or other people's blood was more on his face and clothes, and he didn't know how many people he had killed, or how many brothers around him had died. The rest of the people resisted the attack and kept retreating.

Zhao Jun watched his brothers fall in front of him, and he backed up little by little, watching their blood splash on his body, feeling the blood flowing out of his body, and gradually becoming exhausted .

He clenched the sword in his hand, which was gradually becoming loose due to excessive blood loss, and once again faced the blade of someone else.

This time the battle came and went quickly, even if Zhao Jun and the others came, it would be nothing but a drop in the bucket.

Zhao Jun was dragged by Huang Erniu to a quiet place where he could hide and sit down.He silently endured the dizziness and the feeling of turning white in front of his eyes, and said to Huang Erniu, "Go back by yourself."

Huang Erniu pulled him hard and refused to let go, saying: "No, we are all brothers, how can I go by myself."

Zhao Jun's eyes turned black for a while, and he tore off a piece of his torn clothes, dipped his index finger on the blood that was still bubbling from his hands, forced himself to write down a few words and handed them to Huang Erniu, saying: "You take this and go back to General Chen, he will understand. Also, I will pass on any news to you in the future, remember to tell him."

Huang Erniu was still stubborn, and Zhao Jun yelled at him directly: "Don't get out?! Are you going to die here together?!"

Huang Erniu looked at the Shanghan soldiers who were getting closer, hesitated for a moment, clenched the things in his hands and left.

Zhao Jun's head was heavy. He shook his hands and wrote a new piece of cloth. He held his breath and called the gray voice who had been following him. He put the cloth inside and let it go.

Zhao Jun closed his eyes tiredly, watching someone approaching him dimly.

There was a smile on his lips, which was a little scary against the mottled blood on his face.

Gentle and cruel.

When Zhao Jun woke up, he found himself lying on the ground with something unknown under his body, and his body was already bandaged, but he was very thirsty, and his whole body ached when he moved.

He tried to move, but before he could sit up, he heard someone open the door.

He quickly lay back and closed his eyes again.

When you don't know where you are, it's best to observe first and then act.

Zhao Jun heard people's footsteps gradually approaching him, then walked to the table, put something down, then went to his side and squatted down, and said to himself: "Why haven't you woken up yet?!"

Zhao Jun suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this familiar voice.He sat up at once and said, "Mo Xuan?!"

Mo Xuan was frightened by him and sat back on the ground, saying: "Brother, keep your voice down, it's over when someone comes."

Although he said this, his tone was completely dismissive.

Seeing the doubts in Zhao Jun's eyes, he first brought over the water that had just been put down on the table, handed it to Zhao Jun, and said, "Look at how kind I am to you, I spared no effort to save you from the battlefield, and I also brought you back from the battlefield." You pulled back from the gate of hell."

Zhao Jun drank the water in the bowl in one gulp, and said, "Where is it?"

Mo Xuan said: "Oh, my room."

Zhao Jun looked around at the place he was in, and it didn't look like a place for people to live in, so he said, "Seriously?"

Mo Xuan said: "What? It doesn't look like it?"

Zhao Jun didn't talk about it, but instead asked, "Am I... sweating?"

Mo Xuan nodded: "So you..." Do you want to go back?

Mo Xuan thought that Zhao Jun would definitely go back, after all, there was Chen Ke there.

But Zhao Jun shook his head in his pupils and said, "I won't return."

Seeing Mo Xuan's eyes showing a kind of disbelief: "I really won't go back, I want to calm down. I don't want to be chased and beaten."

Mo Xuan didn't doubt this statement, or if he doubted it, he ignored it again, so he just nodded to this excuse: "Okay...how about I go get some water?"

Zhao Jun nodded and began to calculate his actions and subsequent plans.

He thought the road ahead would be difficult and dangerous, but with Mo Xuan, it seemed much, much easier.

In other words, it was easier than he imagined, but it was also possible that it was more difficult.

Chen Ke sat behind the table with a gloomy expression, Lin Zheng and Hu Chen stood beside him, and Huang Erniu, who was covered in blood and trembling slightly, was kneeling below.

It was already the next morning when Huang Erniu escaped by chance and came back. As soon as he came back, he went straight to the place where Chen Ke was. It happened that only Chen Ke and Lin Zheng were in the camp at that time.So he broke in without hesitation, knelt down with a plop, and said, "General, Little General Zhao...he didn't come back."

He remembered that various emotions flashed in Chen Ke's eyes at that time, and finally, as the pen in his hand fell on the table, the scattered ink shattered and the light scattered.

a mess.

Lin Zheng and the others were stunned in place at that time, stopping what they were talking about.

Chen Ke's heart was completely confused. The blood in the cloth note he received in the middle of the night had dried up, and the handwriting was scribbled.

But in the end Zhao Jun asked him to wait for him, and he said he would come back.Why did you just squint your eyes for so long and say you didn't come back.

He raised his hand to hold the edge of the table, as if holding his dying care.

The little boy who was dizzy but stubbornly pulled him and said: "Fight for my mountains and rivers, and win for my robes" just couldn't come back.

He remembered that he hadn't had time to tell him that I like you, and he hadn't had time to ask him if you want to accept it.I didn't ask him if he would feel uncomfortable... There are so many things he didn't do.But I can't do it anymore.

I don't know if the Huisheng that belonged to him yesterday could find his master in the bloody smell.

I'm afraid it's difficult.

Can't find it anywhere.

He still remembers the touch and shock he brought to him, but the one who moved him is gone.

It can't be called affectionate, but a heavy sadness slowly wraps around the tip of my heart, and I can't beat it.

He was silent for a long time, looking at the Huang Erniu who was kneeling below, he suddenly felt nothing interesting.

He waved his hand outside and said, "Okay, I see, you go down." His voice was indifferent and pale.

Huang Erniu knew that he couldn't stay for long, so he got up in a panic and retreated.

Chen Ke took advantage of the time when he opened the curtain to look up at the sky outside, it was gloomy and he couldn't see the sun.

He watched the light disappear before his eyes, leaving only the gray sky.

He looked at Huang Erniu who walked out, then at Lin Zheng and the others, and said, "That's it, just do what I said just now."

Lin Zheng and the others actually don't know what Chen Ke is thinking now, nor what Chen Ke will do next, but they can't ask, they can only wait slowly, waiting for the final result.

Hu Chen was called back by Chen Ke before he went out, and then he heard him say: "Remember to guard your side, and..." He looked at everyone who hadn't gone out, and his voice was a little imperceptibly choked : "Remember, come back."

Do remember to come back.

Hu Chen and the others nodded solemnly, but what they brought to Chen Ke was better and more profound than what they answered aloud.

Before Hu Chen and the others went out, they were interrupted again.

Wuer was brought in by someone, and his whole body seemed to have been washed with blood. There was a long cut in his right leg, and the flesh was turned out, which was hideous and glaring.

As soon as he saw Chen Ke, he was about to salute, but was stopped by Chen Ke, and said, "What are you doing here with such a serious injury?!"

Wuer didn't answer, but asked eagerly, "Is the little general back?"

The air suddenly froze for a second, and Chen Ke said slowly: "No."

No, I didn't come back, or I won't come back.

Wuer fell silent, and the constantly surging dust in the air seemed to flow out of sound.

The deep silence was suddenly interrupted by Wu Er's voice, which was as low as a whisper: "He clearly said that he would come back to see him."

Chen Ke looked at him silently, and waved someone to take him down.

Hu Chen winked at those who stayed behind, and led them down.

After Chen Ke turned around and returned to the table, he ground the ink carefully, took another slender pen and dipped it in the ink, and then slowly wrote down.

The author has something to say:

Officially separated, really separated for a long time, a long time...