Following the enemy general's order, countless arrows were shot in their direction.
Until he was forced into a valley, a loud bang suddenly came from behind him. Yuan Bohuan turned around, just in time to see Yuan Qisong fall straight off his horse.
"Second uncle!"
Yuan Bohuan jumped off the horse and hugged Yuan Qisong's body, but he felt wet mucus on his hand. When he raised his hand, he saw that the palm of his hand was full of blood, and the blood came from Yuan Qisong's back!
At this moment, Yuan Bohuan saw that Yuan Qisong had been hit by several arrows in his back, and one of them penetrated directly through his heart. He could persist all the way until now only with his last breath!
"Second uncle..."
Yuan Qisong opened his mouth and vomited several mouthfuls of blood. He swallowed and said: "Huan'er, you... you have to get out alive and meet up with... and Shen'er. You have to live..."
After taking his last breath, Yuan Qisong died in his arms.
Yuan Bohuan slowly placed Yuan Qisong's body on the ground, picked up the Jokhang flag that fell on the ground, and slowly covered Yuan Qisong's body.
He casually wiped the tears from his face with his sleeves, held the long knife, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were filled with the determination to die!
"Yuan Baihuan, you have no way to escape. If you surrender now, I will spare your life."
The West Vietnamese general who was chasing after him looked down at him. In his eyes, he was just a defeated general who was struggling to his death.
Yuan Bohuan used the force of his long sword to support the ground and stood up resolutely.
Even though his body was at its limit, even though he was seriously injured, his back was still straight.
"I, the son of the Yuan family, will only die in battle and not surrender. Come if you have the guts!"
The Xiyue general sneered: "If you are looking for death, come to me!"
Hundreds of soldiers surrounded Yuan Bohuan. Under such absolute weakness, Yuan Bohuan screamed and killed, his eyes red.
One person cut off the heads of dozens of soldiers, and the aura of death and destruction emanating from his body made the West Vietnamese soldiers who originally had an absolute advantage feel fear.
General Xiyue frowned. It seemed that he underestimated the young general of Da Zhao. However, no matter how powerful the death struggle was, he would only die in the end.
"Bring me a bow and arrows."
The soldiers on the side handed the bow and arrow to his hand. The Western Vietnamese general rode on his horse, pointed in the direction of Yuan Baihuan, fully drew the bow string, and shot an arrow!
With a pop, it hit Yuan Bohuan's right knee!
Yuan Bohuan staggered, pulled out the arrow from his knee with his bare hands, turned his head and stabbed it into the throat of a soldier who was rushing forward!
Another arrow hit his left knee. Yuan Bohuan stumbled forward and almost fell to the ground.
But he gritted his teeth, turned the long knife in a different direction, and inserted it into the ground to stabilize his unsteady body.
But in this gap, the soldiers attacking from all sides stabbed his right shoulder, back, chest...
Yuan Bohuan kept vomiting blood from his mouth, but he raised his head and looked towards the south.
On the sky covered with dark clouds, the smile of his wife Mu Xiyan appeared.
Yuan Bohuan used his last bit of strength to raise his trembling hand covered with blood, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Yan'er, I'm sorry, this time... I really have to leave you alone..."
The moment Yuan Bohuan lowered his head, there was a thunderous sound and a heavy downpour swept over him.
Yuan Baihuan had lost his life, but he still maintained an upright posture and refused to kneel to the enemy until his death!
"This side has been settled. Let's go and surround Marquis Yongyi!"
Although Yuan Qishan and the others tried their best, Yuan Jinshen and Marquis Yongyi were still forced into a desperate situation with no way to retreat.
They had fought to the point of exhaustion, and if it had not been for the breath in their chests, they would have fallen long ago.
The commander-in-chief of Xiyue, riding on a high horse, looked down at Marquis Yongyi and said with a smile: "Marquis Yongyi, I have been your rival for so many years, and I have always admired your ability to lead troops.
If you surrender at this moment and are willing to submit to our country in West Vietnam, I will personally inform your majesty that with your bravery and righteousness, it will be no problem for you to be appointed a high official in our country in West Vietnam."
Marquis Yongyi was covered in blood, but he was still strong-willed. He sneered and said: "I, the son of the Yuan family, am a citizen of the Jokhang in life, and I will be a ghost of the Jokhang in death. The son of the Yuan family can only die in battle and will never surrender!"
The smile on the face of the commander-in-chief of West Vietnam suddenly turned cold. He raised his hand and waved, "Since you don't listen and want to die, then I will help you and shoot the arrow!"
Yuan Jin rushed forward with crimson eyes, wanting to fight them with the thought of dying together, but Marquis Yongyi used his spear with one hand and blocked countless long arrows. At the same time, he stuffed the private seal of the Yuan family army into Yuan Jinshen
In the lapel of clothes.
"Shen'er, keep alive the last hope of the Yuan family army. Grandpa can no longer accompany you."
Yuan Jin deeply realized what Yong Yihou was going to do, and reached out to grab it, "Uncle..."
Marquis Yongyi pushed hard on his chest, and Yuan Jinshen fell backwards. The moment he fell off the cliff, he saw a long arrow piercing Marquis Yongyi's heart!
"grandfather!"
Yuan Jinshen's last roar echoed throughout the valley!
The commander-in-chief of Xiyue raised his hand to signal for a pause in shooting, because Yongyihou had been hit by several arrows, and the arrows were fatal. Even if the Daluo god came, he would be unable to save his life.
After all, they had been rivals for many years, so the commander-in-chief of Xiyue decided to give Marquis Yongyi his last bit of dignity.
"Marquis Yongyi, are you still unwilling to surrender?"
Marquis Yongyi vomited blood, but looked up to the sky and smiled, humming a war song with difficulty in his throat.
"Going thousands of miles to join the army, I pass through the mountains like flying. The fresh air spreads to the golden watch, and the cold light shines on the iron clothes. The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man... returned in ten years!"
When he finished singing the last word, Marquis Yongyi lowered his head, but let the spear touch his back. Even if he was dripping with blood and his life came to an end, he would never fall in front of the enemy!
"Find a place to bury Marquis Yongyi. This can be regarded as the last respect for him from a long-time rival."
The commander-in-chief of West Vietnam raised his hand and said, "Retract the troops!"
The rain became heavier and heavier, and the rain and blood merged together, shrouding the entire Yue Mountain in a darkness of death.
At the end of the story, Liu Xiang was crying so much that she couldn't help herself. Yan Mingzhu clenched her hands, her eyes filled with frost.
No one knows better than her how it feels for a general to die in battle.
In her previous life, she had experienced hundreds of battles and nine deaths, and she was very aware of the cruelty of war. But when she heard Yuan Jinshen narrate these things, even she could not control the anger in her heart.
"You have achieved great victory in the early stage. With careful planning, how could you fall into the enemy's trap? There is only one explanation for this. The other party has already learned of your battle plan."
Yuan Jinshen immediately thought of someone: "It's Sun Yong! He must have betrayed our battle plan and the entire army of 100,000 people was wiped out, so he would have a chance to survive. This bastard dared to go to Beijing to frame our Yuan family
If he collaborates with the enemy, I will crush him to ashes with my own hands!"