Escape from the Ghost

Zhao Guo's army swept all the way, forcing the Song family's army to retreat steadily. The Song family's army escorted the border people along the road and retreated to the city of Mucheng.

When Song Muzhi slowly opened her eyes, Su Ningzi knelt beside the bed and said in surprise, "General...you...you finally woke up!"

"I... how long have I been in a coma?"

"Counting today, it's a full fifteen days."

"Where's Li Zhaoling?"

Su Ningzi lowered her head silently and did not speak.

dong dong dong-

Suddenly there was a loud drumming outside the camp, and Xia Houyong stumbled into the house. The days of fighting had already made him exhausted, and he was in a mess. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted: "Retreat! Su Ningzi, now you have to go to the city."

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Song Muzhi who had woken up. He was pleasantly surprised but bitter, and murmured: "General...I..."

"What's going on? Why do you want to withdraw?"

Xia Houyong knelt down in front of Song Muzhi with a "plop", bowed his head heavily and said, "General... Zhao's army is about to approach the city, and now we have to retreat! If we don't enter the city, the Song family's army will be wiped out! "

"The whole army was wiped out?" Song Muzhi said in shock, "Where is Li Zhaoling? Where is he? Wang Xin, Duan Fuzun, where are they?"

Xia Houyong said in a deep voice: "It's my fault that the five generals fell to their deaths, it's all my fault! Li Zhaoling and he..." He glanced at Su Ningzi and said nothing.

Su Ningzi said: "Li Zhaoling went to find the antidote, but he hasn't returned yet."

Song Muzhi sat up and said, "Is there a way to temporarily suppress the toxicity? I have to go to the battlefield!"

"No!" Su Ningzi didn't even want to deny it, and realized that she was too harsh, and finally said softly with tears in her eyes, "General, wait a little longer, Li Zhaoling will definitely come back!"

Song Muzhi shook his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a warm and bitter smile: "I...I can't wait." He patted Su Ningzi's head and said, "I have to be with my soldiers, you have a way isn't it?"

"General, I have been suppressing the poison in your body for the past few days. At this time, if another dose of strong medicine is given, all the poison will explode at the same time when the medicine wears off. At that time, even the gods will not be able to save you. ...Even if Li Zhaoling can get back the antidote, you will...will..."

"Death?" Song Muzhi said slowly, "If you can't die on the battlefield with the soldiers, what's the point of living?"

Su Ningzi had already burst into tears, grabbed Song Muzhi's hand and said, "General...I...I can't send you to die! Listen to me and wait!"

Song Muzhi glanced at Xia Houyong, who was kneeling on the ground with red eyes, and finally looked at Su Ningzi, helped her wipe the tears off her face and said, "The last time you came to help me put on the armor, I am very happy, you know soldiers We need me, and the people on the border also need me, don't cry, death is not a dead end, and you don't need courage, hurry up and prepare medicine!"

When Su Ningzi stood up, her mind went blank. She tremblingly walked to the medicine box, and she didn't even have the strength to shed tears.

Xia Houyong came to Song Muzhi's bedside with the map in both hands. Song Muzhi glanced at the situation on both sides and said, "You have worked hard these days."

Before he, Xia Houyong, had time to react, he heard Song Muzhi change his tone and said sharply, "Listen!"

"Yes!"

"You and Su Ningzi escorted the people outside the city to retreat along the depression to the west gate and enter the city."

"then you……"

Song Muzhi's expression darkened, he shook his head and said, "You know, the only way to save the lives of the people."

With soldiers approaching the city, there is no guarantee whether the imperial court will take the risk of opening the city gates to rescue anyone. In this case, it is better to use yourself as bait, and there is still a slight chance of winning...

Xia Houyong got the order and bent down on the ground for a long time without getting up.

Su Ningzi opened the pills with water, looked at Song Muzhi with tears in her eyes, and held the light purple handkerchief in her palm. Song Muzhi glanced at Meizi and shook his head with a smile, saying, "I'm not afraid of hardship, but more I'm afraid you're all black-faced now."

Su Ningzi's teary little face finally squeezed out an extremely weird and twisted smile, and the next moment, the tears and snot were even more uncontrollable, and they came fiercely.

She held Song Muzhi's golden armor and tidied it up carefully. Song Muzhi looked at the small mirror that Su Ningzi picked up. The person in the mirror looked a little paler than usual, but other than that, there was nothing unusual.

After a while, he lowered his head slightly, hiding the expression on his face, and asked seemingly unharmed: "Did Li Zhaoling say anything when he left?"

Su Ningzi recalled, and said: "He said that his life was picked up by the general, if... if something happens to you, then everything will be meaningless, because the only one he wants to protect with all his strength is you. "When she spoke, Su Ningzi seemed to understand something, and looked at Song Muzhi in surprise.

Song Muzhi turned around and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future." After that, he put on the cloak smartly, picked up the Heavenly Battle Halberd, without any trace of nostalgia on his face, and said, "In the future, you If you still have a chance to meet Li Zhaoling, tell him for me that in this life, I have no regrets, that I am content to die on the battlefield, and let him...live well for himself!"

Song Muzhi paused, his voice was hoarse, and he continued: "You must... live well."

After he finished speaking, he strode out of the tent.

On the battlefield, all the soldiers had already set up a square formation, standing upright, waiting for Song Muzhi.

Song Muzhi held the Heavenly Battle Halberd and strode to the center of the arena.

dong dong dong-

The battle drums are loud, louder than louder.The autumn wind was bleak, but everyone's face was filled with reverence and anticipation the moment they saw Song Muzhi.

"All officers and soldiers—" Song Muzhi held a black pottery sea bowl, filled it with wine and shouted to the sky, "The Song family's army has been in the army for more than 30 years. They have fought in the north and the south, killed and fought, but have never regretted it! Alive, We stand in awe of this land with our sweat and blood. If we want to die, we must die together with the robes that once fought side by side. Today, I use this wine to worship Wang Xin, Duan Fuzun, Zhang Xun, Sacrifice the heroic souls of the Northern Wei Dynasty who poured their blood here for [-] years in order to establish the country! The fighting spirit of the Song family army is immortal..." He spilled the wine on the ground, and "slap..." fell to pieces!

"The soul of the Song family's army is immortal—" Everyone held up the sea bowls, spilled the wine on the ground together, and then smashed the bowls in their hands. Xia Houyong and Su Ningzi were already full of tears.

Song Muzhi put his hands flat, held up the Zhantianji and said: "The hero of the Northern Wei Dynasty swears to protect it to the death."

Everyone said: "Northern Wei Yingming swears to die to wait..."

Song Muzhi knelt down on both knees, kowtowed and said: "Heroes of the world, nothing more than this! Today's battle, life and death without regret!"

Everyone raised their knives and shouted: "Kill!!!"

In the setting sun, the dark sky was lit by the flames of war.The Song family army escorted the people all the way, and retreated to Mucheng in two ways.Mu Jun followed closely behind.

Song Muzhi led the remnants of the troops all the way to feign an attack, attracting the main force of the enemy, fighting and killing all the way, without any slack, and finally arrived at the north gate of Mucheng at sunset.

"Who is here?" the commander of the defenders at the city gate shouted when he saw a few remnants of troops.

"Northern Wei Song Family Army Song Muzhi, general please open the door."

The people at the city gate suddenly changed their expressions and shouted: "Wait a moment!"

Song Muzhi landed at the front of the team, swung his Zhantian halberd, and slashed at the neck of a soldier of Mu's army.His body and face were already covered with blood. Sweat dripped from the sides of the helmet, and the front was wet. His lips were pale, but he still had a solemn expression. Although the enemy surrounded him, no one dared to charge forward. Look, everyone. Look at me, I look at you, already frightened by the courage and killing of the people in front of you, you stopped where you were.

"General, someone is here—"

Following the roar of the remnants of the Song family army in surprise, three rows of archers suddenly stood up on the city gate, aiming at the outside of the city. The general guarding the city lit the beacon tower, holding a torch, and shouted: "The emperor has an order! Command the Song family army commander Song Song!" Muzhi will stick to the outside of the city and will not retreat!"

Stay outside the city, don't retreat——

The faces of everyone in the Song Family Army changed color in an instant, and the newly appointed lieutenant general Li Minghui shouted: "General, what should we do?"

When the words fell to the ground, Zhao Guobing seemed to be greatly encouraged, and everyone's faces were filled with joy. At this moment, the fear of the God of War had already been buried in the loess along with the reality that the defeated army could not retreat.

In everyone's heart, there is a vague answer. It seems that the nearly one-month war is finally coming to an end!

"kill----"

Following the order of the horseman, the enemy attacked again.

The Tianji slashed across Song Mu's battle, and the new row of people who rushed up were all on their backs. He shouted loudly and said, "Soldiers, pick up your knives and kill—"

Everyone took a last look at the cold city gate under the firelight, and finally raised their swords and rushed towards the vast crowd.

Mu Yi rode a horse and stood at the front of the remnant team watching coldly, and beside him was Song Qingzhi sitting on a wide chair.

The corner of Mu Yi's mouth was slanted, he glanced at the people around him, and said with a smile: "Song Jiajun is completely finished this time."

Song Qingzhi said leisurely: "It's not the Song family army that's finished, it's the Northern Wei Dynasty." He paused and said slowly, "Remember, you must do what you promised me, and I want Song Muzhi alive."

Mu Yi nodded and sighed: "After fighting for so many years, if he really died, I would not bear it." He waved his hand and led the troops to move down the city wall.

Not far from the team, there was a sudden shout of killing.

"Report—"

Mu Yi said: "What's the matter?"

The orderly knelt and said, "There... there is a man, no, maybe two, single-handedly trying to get through the army and into the field.

"Is it one or two?"

The messenger hesitated and said, "One appeared like a ghost, poisoned two people, then... disappeared, and there was another one, who slashed all the way, like... like a wild beast..."

When Song Qing heard this, his face immediately changed, and he said, "It's Li Zhaoling, it must be Li Zhaoling, it's strange, why is he here?" He looked at Song Muzhi, who was fighting bravely on the battlefield, in panic, and said, "No... ...Impossible...Li Zhaoling did not catch up with the remaining troops, the antidote was not delivered, the elder brother..." He fell from the wide chair, got up quickly, pushed away a soldier beside him, got on his horse, and rushed towards the battlefield.

"Qing Zhi..."

Mu Yi wanted to follow him, but was stopped by the messenger, saying: "General, what should I do with that man?" He looked at Song Qingzhi's back from a distance, trembling his hand holding the rein, and said: " Let! Make way!"

"Let?"

Mu Yi shouted: "Don't you understand me? Let him enter the battlefield!" After speaking, he immediately raised his horsewhip to catch up with Song Qingzhi.

The remaining troops of the Song family army were surrounded outside the city gate of Mucheng. The enemy passed them, picked up wooden stakes, set up wooden frames, climbed up the city wall, and prepared to attack Mucheng.

"Shoot the arrow—"

With a loud shout, one arrow after another fell from the city wall like a torrential rain, and smashed into the battlefield.

"Play it again—"

There are more and more arrows, and it is not only Zhao Guobing who died under the arrows, but also the Song Jiajun who was accidentally injured. The eyes of everyone on the battlefield are no longer determined, but hate and sadness that are unwilling to be reconciled. Seeing the hidden arrow in his chest, he looked at Song Muzhi mournfully, and murmured: "General...general...why..."

"what--"

Song Muzhi yelled, swung his Zhantian Halberd and slashed across from behind, looking at the broken arrow on the ground, he suddenly lost his mind.There were fewer and fewer people around him. He hugged the corpse of the last soldier, knelt on the ground with one leg, and looked at the enemy in front of him with red eyes.

"Song Muzhi! Are you going to catch him without a fight?"

Song Muzhi gently put down the person in his arms and stood up holding the Zhan Tianji. When he took a step forward, everyone took a step back.

"Hahaha——" He suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly, then turned around and stared blankly at the gate of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

"Suddenly—" A ray of light flashed across, and the hidden arrow hit his chest impartially. A smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, and black blood flowed out of the wound along the arrow. Song Muzhi pulled the corner of his mouth forcefully, and said slowly: "I I wish to protect this hot land forever with the heroic spirit and my soldiers!" Holding his last breath, he slowly turned around and looked at the figure charging towards him on horseback in the distance, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and he said in a low voice: "Li...Li Zhaoling...I'm sorry..."

Song Muzhi propped up the Zhantian Halberd, looking at the gray mountains in the distance, letting the voices in his ears go away, and people turned into nothingness...

A lifetime of glory, death on the battlefield, death of the killing god, and death of the soul.After all, it’s nothing but a void!

"Big brother-"

Song Qingzhi looked at Song Muzhi from a distance, and when he moved forward, the arrows on the high wall became denser and denser. Mu Yi stopped, looked at the city gate, his eyes were calm, he waved his hand, and the people around him stopped Song Qingzhi. Qingzhi slapped the back of his head with a palm, and Song Qingzhi lost consciousness in an instant.

"General..." The lieutenant hurried forward and said, "There seems to be a movement in Chen Guo, and he is starting to surround the border. The emperor tells you to withdraw your troops quickly to prevent accidents."

Mu Yi glanced at Song Muzhi's body under the city gate from a distance, and shouted, "Get out——"

The flames of war sighed and finally came to an end.

The corpses became mountains, and the blood and passion of more than three thousand years were finally reduced to ashes.

One person bent his knees and ignited a ring of fire around him with sparks, as if rekindling the flames of war that filled the sky.He plunged a ruby-studded dagger into his heart and made a promise across 3000 years.

"In the name of my blood, flesh, soul, and spirit, I wish to live and die together, and go through the underworld together!" At the end, Li Zhaoling got down on his knees, watched the blood drop by drop, and said, "Wait for me, I will let you die!" always there."