Chiwuxing

With new injuries, it is difficult to move.He saw that the skinny man in Tsing Yi on the opposite side had the tendency to fight more and more courageously, and he also felt hesitant in his heart. Since these people he met on the way were not in the uniform of red armored soldiers of the Yan Kingdom, but they were extremely fierce in fighting, presumably they were regular soldiers The little minions under him, but when they actually fight, they feel that although they don't have strict moves, they have the drive to fight recklessly and are not afraid of death, which is quite similar to the crowd.The decision to make a surprise attack just now was just because of Yan Qiu's temporary idea, but he didn't want these civilians to lose their troops, and the gains outweighed the losses, so he made up his mind to retreat.

Since Fu Chen sealed the acupoint to stop the bleeding just now, all his moves have been desperate fights. The sudden situation in front of him was beyond his original intention, and he had no time to think about how it would end.

Suddenly there was a sharp sound, cutting off all kinds of continuous thoughts.

Both of them saw a man coming with a knife and slashing towards Santo's neck.

Santo hurriedly held the knife to block back, and the aftermath of the knife's energy shook his palms.

Chao Er, who descended suddenly, also joined the two-person battle.

"Attack his left shoulder!" Fu Chen snapped, "Break his left arm!"

At this moment, an idea flashed in Santo's mind, and he suddenly realized who the man in Tsing Yi was, and his anger ignited.

Fu Chen ignored his increasingly rapid attack, dodged to resist, and sometimes jumped to the side of the horse, making Santo unable to parry.

"Hulan troops, retreat!" A shout came from the Hulan general.

"Who dares to withdraw!" Santo gushed out a mouthful of blood from his chest and lungs, and his anger was still there. He wanted to kill the person he wanted to see for a long time, and then quickly.

The one who gave the order just now was to break the Duoluo Damen. Everyone on the field knew his position in the Hulan tribe, so they hesitated to listen to him order again: "The leader is injured! Everyone retreat!"

"Damen!" Santo yelled angrily.

The people who were yelled at saw that Santo was surrounded and injured, and hurried to his place on horseback.He also thought that the extermination of the Yan people was just a trivial matter. At this time, they did not come here for this purpose. If they lost their troops here, the gain would not be worth the loss, so he yelled at Santo again: "Santo! Don't delay Business!"

This statement and the wounds on his body caused Santo to wake up from the pain, and immediately the handle of the long knife slammed forward, pushing the two people around him back, and ordered in a hateful voice: "Let's go! "

The dozen or so thieves remaining on the field wanted to report their mortal intentions to cover the rest of the escaped brothers.

The knife in Chao's second hand fell to the ground with a bang, he staggered off his horse, and threw himself on his elder brother who was placed on the boulder, weeping and disturbing the birds in the forest.

Fu Chen also returned to his swift and agile figure during the battle, and his slow movements were completely different from the timing just now.He dismounted stiffly, gasping for breath as if he couldn't breathe.He forced himself to swallow the blood foam, raised his hand, and swiftly released the sealed acupoints just now, the congestion in the heart and lungs suddenly gushed out, and he coughed out a mouthful of fishy sweetness, the dull pain of tearing the heart organs made him bend over, The coarse cloth wrapped around the head fell off, and the curly hair like snow waves hung down, and was stained with blood again.He had no choice but to stab the ground with the knife, maintaining his posture without moving.

Chao Er's cries spiraled up layer by layer, and everyone who heard it was mournful.

After Fu Chen calmed down, he also approached, bent down, and looked at the person in Chao Er's arms.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel Chao Da's eyelids trembled with Chao Er's cry.Immediately, he grabbed his wrist to check his pulse, the pulse disappeared, but there was a slight movement, he said sharply: "There is still movement... Your brother is not dead yet! Quickly transfer the internal force to him!"

"...Ah?" Chao Er was full of astonishment in his tearful eyes. After confirming that he had heard correctly, he quickly stopped crying and hurriedly stood up. The two of them helped Chao Da to sit up straight with difficulty. Seeing this, he hurried over to help.

Fu Chen has no internal strength, so he can't help here, so he can only sit in front of Chao Da and help him prop up his upper body.Seeing the bandit leader with his eyes closed tightly, as if he was dead, he felt complicated.

In this short period of time, many incidents have been seen. Human life is worthless, and only in wartime can we experience it deeply.Even if he is no longer in the army, how can it be heard in the army that life and death are involuntary, and fate is at the mercy of the sky?

"The people of Yan have always valued literature over martial arts, and warriors are already the lowest class among all professions, but I have waited until now even for this lowest class..."

The moonlight leaked on the bandit leader's majestic cheek, like a slanted tattoo, but it was bright and bright.

The night was even longer, Chao Da looked out the window and let out a deep breath, Fu Chen understood his intention from his words.

It seems that they are still suspicious and gossiping in the old house the night before, and find out each other's bottom line.

But people are alive, good and bad, good and evil, success and failure, gain and loss, everything can still be slowly contemplated and judged by the living, so that they will not disappear in the depths of memory, leaving nothing but nameless things that are gradually eroded by wind and rain. tomb.

A drop of blood stuck to the end of Fu Chen's eyebrows slipped to the corner of his eye, and he raised his hand to wipe it away. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the closed eyes of the person in front of him were half-opened and slowly opened again.

He approached, not sure if it was a hallucination, and tentatively called out: "...Brother Chao?"

Chao Da blinked his eyes dully, as if he didn't recognize who the person in front of him was. After a long time, his voice became hoarse and his breath was weak: "...Brother Jia... there is no... time..."

"Don't give up," Fu Chen stared at him, and said seriously, "Hold on."

Chao Da seemed to want to shake his head, but he couldn't pull himself up, so he gave up and said, "You are...just...I beg...you...one thing..."

"Tell me." Fu Chen frowned and said seriously.

Chao Da exerted the last strength in his body, leaned forward, grabbed the young man's clothes, and said through gritted teeth: "My father... After my father died of illness in Tan County... there was not even a sacrificial monument... You... When will you give it to you?" When my mother built the grave... please help my father... also put up a sign..."

Fu Chen stretched his arms to support the bandit leader's half body weight, and said in a low voice, "I promise you."

The tense muscles of the person in front of him seemed to relax all of a sudden. Through Chao Da's curled upper body, Fu Chen saw that Chao Er, who was transmitting internal energy behind him, also followed his brother's movements and left the force transmission, with a sad expression on his face.

Fu Chen clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot: "What else?"

"This...all of a sudden...you really...can't...leave..." Chao Da twitched the corner of his mouth powerlessly, "After joining...you also...take care of...my brother...in the future...Yan... ..."

His eyes were about to split, but he couldn't finish his words in the end.

Fu Chen lowered his eyes, raised his hand to cover his eyes slowly, and said in a low voice, "...I'm sorry."

Brother Chao said the day before yesterday that I have a pair of dead eyes.

But now I am asked to close my eyes as a guest and passer-by.

"Brother...cough, coughcough..." Chao Er threw himself on his elder brother, and the remaining sporadic gangsters around him also gathered.

"You can't stay here for long," Fu Chen said calmly, "If those barbarians go to Jingzhou City to find out the news, they will definitely go back and come back, and then they won't be able to escape."

Chao Er was stunned.

"Originally, it was thanks to Big Brother Chao who brought us out this time. We managed to escape from the city with our lives when the barbarian raided us. I didn't expect that we were still in the hands of the barbarian!" one person said angrily.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The person next to him continued, "Let's hurry up and meet up with the brothers in front. Staying here is not an option."

Seeing that Chao Er hadn't moved yet, Fu Chen said to those people: "Put your brother on the horse, hurry up!"

When they were in a hurry, those people didn't care about other things, they actually wanted to lean over and do a deadlift.

Chao Er moved, stood up stiffly, and said in a steady voice, "I'll do it."

As he spoke, he picked up Chao Da's already stiff body as if he had suddenly gained strength, and stepped aside.

When everyone saw this, they didn't waste any more time, hurriedly sorted out their belongings, and got on their horses.

Fu Chen fell behind, Chao Er looked back at him after getting on his horse, a pair of blood-stained eyes floated on his red and smudged face, which made this immature face less miserable than his brother's. The color, and the spirit is like the mirror image he once saw in the trance of the river.

This look seemed to be worth a thousand words, and it was rare for Fu Chen to explain it here: "... I'm behind, pay attention to the movement behind me, you guys go quickly."

The horse's hooves trampled across the field of corpses, and the sticky blood made the sound of its hooves sluggish.

When we arrived at the station, the morning sun was breaking out and the birds were singing.

Under the inspection of the pale skylight, all the deep red and black stains are clear and distinct.

Chao Er stood alone on the rock, staring blankly at a group of people looking back and forth, looking at Zhang Luo, moving the corpse and wrapping the wound. The noise was filled with anger, resentment, fear and sadness. Make a fuss:

"...The number is wrong... Where is the new boy?"

"The one called...Jia Sheng?"

"Damn it, that kid ran away!"

Chao Er looked up at the sky, and at the gap between the two mountains, a scorching red sun twisted his body, breaking through the rocks from the sharp edge of the mountain.