Chapter 1,435 Fighting to the death is also a soldier
Qinglong watched coldly as Liu Yu looked up to the sky and sighed, crying heroic tears in the wind. A cold light flashed in his eyes: "It seems that I have to arrange the next fight. Everyone, please excuse me."
His black robe disappeared in a flash, and there were only three other people left in the shed. Xuanwu curled his lips: "It seems that we have all misunderstood Qinglong. He really wants Liu Yu's life."
Zhuque smiled slightly: "I never said that Qinglong didn't want to kill Liu Yu. I just said that our old brother will always make himself invincible and always have a way out.
, if you can kill Liu Yu, kill him, if you can't kill Liu Yu, just cooperate with him, this is what Master Qinglong does. In the next game, he will probably use the fierce generals under his students."
Bai Hu softly said "Oh": "Why do you see it?"
Zhuque looked at the body of Ying Shuangfei in the field and shook his head: "This Yingshuangfei is a first-class crossbowman. He is also a master in the art of disguise, and his acting skills are superb. He must be one of the best killers under Qinglong, but
After all, a killer is a killer. He can only attack and assassinate. If he wants to confront a hero like Liu Yu head-on, it is still not enough. In this regard, he is not even as good as those strong men driving chariots. In this battle of Qinglong, he probably put his best foot forward.
He has used all his men, but still cannot take Liu Yu's life. In the next two games, the only ones he can find are Huan Xuan, Tianshi Dao, and Hulu."
Xuanwu's expression changed: "Tianshi Dao and Hu Lu? Will they help him?"
Suzaku smiled and raised a wine cup in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, wiped the wine drops from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "If you want to know what happens next, please look at the ending."
The big head of the war elephant finally tilted, and the last living creature on the fighting field was dead. Liu Yu stood in front of Sun Xing, looking at his skin that had turned black and started to rot, with all kinds of ink-like venom.
, oozing out from everywhere on his body. At this speed, in less than half an hour, his corpse will rot into a puddle of pus, with not even a bit of bone left.
But there was a smile on Sun Xing's face, and he was finally relieved. This loyal man saved his comrades at the last moment of his life, and he had no regrets. Probably, before he died, he also
After seeing the scene of Liu Yu flying with swords and eagles, I could end with a smile.
Liu Yu knelt down on one knee in front of Sun Xing, placed his sword on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Sun, if you hadn't saved me today, I would be the one who fell here right now. Your life-saving
Well, Liu Yu can't repay you. Don't worry. As long as I can get out alive, I will definitely find out about your family and bring them to Dajin for resettlement. I will never let them suffer. You can go with peace of mind."
Sun Xing was already dead, but after Liu Yu said these words, his head suddenly tilted, and his wide-open eyes closed. It seemed that there was still a trace of heroic spirit left in his body, just waiting for Liu Yu's words.
Well, as soon as I said these words, I completely let go and passed away.
Sima Yao's voice was heard loudly at the guest desk through the iron horn: "I declare that the winner of this battle is Liu Yu!"
The whole place burst into cheers. The gamblers who had won money were joyful and rushed to the shed area where they placed their bets. The losers were dejected, turned around and left the venue with curses, and took the chips in their hands.
, those colorful little wooden sticks were broken and thrown everywhere.
Behind the iron gate, more than twenty slaves holding iron hooks ran in. They hooked up the corpses on the ground like dead pigs and sick sheep, and then turned around to drag them away. For these corpses who died in the battle,
In their eyes, people are just rotten meat with no mercy at all.
Liu Yu suddenly yelled: "You bastard, stop it all!" This roar was so high-pitched that it was like a thunder exploded in the middle of the day. It shocked the ears of thousands of people in the stands, even those who were talking.
Sima Yao was also shocked by the roar and his face changed, and he stopped talking.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Liu Yu. The servants in the field also stopped what they were doing in fear and looked up at Liu Yu. Sima Yao calmed down, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and used
He spoke in as majestic a voice as possible: "Liu Yu, I have announced that you have won. In two days, you can enter the second fight. Do you have anything else to say?"
Liu Yu faced Sima Yao, pressed his hand on his chest, and bowed in a military salute. His eyes were bright and he said in a deep voice: "Thank you for your grace, but what I want to say has nothing to do with my three battles. I am here today.
, is a contest between men, warriors, and soldiers. We people have no hatred or even know each other. We just want to please everyone in the stands and sacrifice our lives here to kill each other. No matter the enemy who died under my hands,
It’s the comrades who died on my side. They are all aboveboard and worthy of the name of warriors. They should be treated with military etiquette. How can they be treated like a dead sheep with swine fever, like dragging a pile of carrion?
Drag away?!”
The corner of Sima Yao's mouth curled up: "Liu Yu, this is not a battlefield, but a fighting arena and a theater stage. You are not soldiers, but sinners, slaves, and prisoners. Those who die here cannot use military salutes."
Liu Yu said loudly: "Our deaths and our battles are to let you place bets on winning or losing, to let you see the cruelty of people killing each other, to let you see the cruelty of war without going to the battlefield, here.
People died under swords and spears. It was the God of War who took away their lives. Of course they are glorious soldiers. Your Majesty, if you want this kind of battle to always happen on this stage, you have to
Let the fighters know that they are human beings, not these dead sheep with swine fever. Even death is valuable and meaningful. Your Majesty, please give them the dignity of warriors, so that they can smile even in the face of death.
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There was a burst of thunderous applause from the stands. Many people applauded and loudly said: "Liu Yu said it well. We want to watch the fighting of soldiers, not the fighting of wild dogs."
"Give fighters dignity and they will fight better and work harder."
Sima Yao's eyes flashed coldly, and he instinctively wanted to say no, but the huge applause, cheers, and waves around him had surrounded him in an irresistible wave, and his lips moved slightly
Shivering, a trace of anger flashed in Liu Yu's eyes, but in the end, he still nodded and said in a deep voice: "What Liu Yu said makes sense, and it's accurate!"
Suzaku sat quietly amidst the roaring and tsunami-like "Long Live" sounds that erupted further because of these words, and murmured: "A death row prisoner is actually more popular than the emperor. If he sees this scene in his lifetime, he will be nothing."