"Therefore, to this day, a man's son takes his father's house, and a man's minister takes his king's country."
Somehow, Zhu Ling saw Zhang Fan insisting on retreating and heard Zhang Fan's generous words. He suddenly became interested in killing and led his troops to kill him. First, he had people surround Yang Ang to prevent him from cutting down the flag.
He then killed several people with his hands and went straight to Zhang Fan.
None of the Bingzhou soldiers guarding Zhang Fan were Zhu Ling's enemies. Qin Qi, who kept following Zhang Fan, saw that the situation was disadvantageous and disappeared. Only Zhang Fan had to fight in person, using
His insensitive left hand fought with Zhu Ling several times, but in the end he was struck in the chest by Zhu Ling. The two breast shields immediately created a spark, Zhang Fan groaned, and was knocked down by this heavy blow.
On the ground, before he could get up, Zhu Ling suddenly pounced on him.
"You deserve death? Do you know what death means?" Zhu Ling glared at Zhang Fan with red eyes. First, he hit Zhang Fan's right elbow with the handle of the knife, and then said: "Who have you been loyal to?
Do you know what 'righteousness' means? You are just a dog of the imperial court. You don't understand the principle of a scholar dying for a confidant. You are worthy of shouting for your life!"
"Uh-huh!"
There was a crisp bone crack in his right arm. The severe pain made Zhang Fan immediately turn pale, his eyes rolled white, and he almost fainted.
"I tell you, we are all fighting as soldiers, killing people and massacring cities. No one sounds better than the other!" Zhu Ling put the knife on Zhang Fan's neck and tore the other man's collar with one hand. Behind the heavy armor, Zhang Fan
His throat was exposed unpreparedly: "What kind of righteousness of the court? Bah!"
He grabbed Zhang Fan and cursed angrily as if to vent his anger. Zhu Ling was on the verge of madness these days. He was a general under Yuan Shao, but he had to suffer in such a small county town, and the opposite was still relying on the justice of the imperial court.
The officers and soldiers. It is said that they represent the imperial court, but who can the imperial court represent? The road chosen by Yuan Gong is the road that can truly revive the Han Dynasty. How can the little emperor in Chang'an understand it?
But people all over the world still don’t understand!
The dissatisfaction, resentment, fear, and even the slightest guilt in his heart made Zhu Ling tense. He wanted to escape back to Hebei, but deep down in his heart, he was unwilling to drive him to do so, as if he just wanted to go back.
In Hebei, the faith he had built following Yuan Shao over the years would collapse. Under all kinds of contradictions, and hearing what Zhang Fan said, Zhu Ling finally couldn't hold back in this final battle.
"General, general!" A cry of surprise brought Zhu Ling back to his senses.
Zhu Ling looked up blankly and saw beacon smoke and fire everywhere in the city. Before he could speak, the man hurriedly shouted: "Zhang Fujun and the others opened the north gate and ran away!"
"What?" Zhu Ling stood up staggeringly. At this moment, he saw countless enemy troops pouring in again on the completely lost city wall. Seeing that he had a chance to win, the tall and powerful Fan Chou climbed up in person and stood beside the wall.
Looking at Zhu Ling, his eyes were red, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.
"Bitch." Zhu Ling cursed in a low voice. At this time, the fall of Yongqiu was a foregone conclusion. After hearing the news that Zhang Miao had escaped, many of Zhang Miao's old troops also abandoned their armor and left. Only Zhu Ling
The sergeants from the third battalion brought from Hebei still surrounded him tightly and refused to retreat.
The few hundred people left were watching Zhu Ling's every move. After years of training, they all looked to him as the leader. Zhu Ling looked around, his eyes passing over the familiar blood-stained faces.
Finally, he held the handle of the knife tightly and slashed Zhang Fan hard on the ground. The dripping blood splashed on his face, making him look even more ferocious. He didn't say anything. This action alone was the final order.
, the remaining hundreds of people roared, and regardless of their formation, they swarmed towards Fan Chou and others.
Zhu Ling kept his promise and did not give up until he was alone in the final battle. He held the knife and held the wound on his waist with one hand, trying not to let the organs in his stomach flow out. That was behind him
After repairing the banner, the flag had long been stained with blood and smoke and was filthy. Zhu Ling just raised his head and looked at the fluttering flag, feeling deep fatigue and relief well up in his heart for no reason.
"General! Zhang Miao, Zhang Chao and others have escaped from Beicheng and are missing!" Yang Ang strode to Fan Chou's side, his excited face still somewhat regretful.
Fan Cong was staring at Zhu Ling's body lying on the ground. The banner had been cut off long ago, and the flag fell on Zhu Ling's body. After a while, Fan Cong came back to his senses and said, "Go and tell this."
Lord, please make a decision!"
"Jinnuo!" Just as Yang Ang responded, a person suddenly came up next to him and it turned out to be Qin Qi.
"General, the battle is over. Zhang Ling is seriously injured. Do you want to carry him down first and bandage the injured area?"
Fan Chou and Zhang Liao once served under Dong Zhuo, and the people of Bingzhou and Liangzhou had always been at odds with each other. There was even a grudge against each other for killing each other. After hearing about Zhang Fan's injury, he raised his eyebrows: "What?
Is he not dead yet?"
Qin Qi lowered her head and said coquettishly: "The doctor said that Zhang Ling's right arm has been broken and he will no longer be able to use the knife. And Zhu Ling's blow just now was blocked by the Mingguang Armor, so it was only a splash on his neck.
After drinking some blood, you still need to cultivate yourself in the future."
"Can't use the sword? Isn't that a useless person?" Fan Chou said with a smile, but he was very happy after hearing that the other party could not go to the battlefield. Now that he and Zhang Fan work together under the same banner, things cannot be done too well, so
He turned to say: "But he has never been so good before, and he has wasted this Mingguang Armor in vain!"
After saying this, Fan Chou ignored Qin Qi, raised his hand to wipe the Mingguang armor he was wearing, and turned around to leave.
Qin Qi breathed a sigh of relief, quickly ran back to Zhang Fan, and whispered to Zhang Fan, who was half-conscious: "Zhang Ling, you can rest assured. Although I will be responsible for your next security, I will definitely let you."
Don’t worry, brother!”
In the army outside the city, after hearing that Zhang Miao did not take advantage of this moment to seek meritorious service and attack Zhu Ling, but instead ran away like a rat from the north gate. Jia Xu was really surprised. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the man standing side by side with him.
Guo Jia's tone was inexplicably teasing: "Fengxiao actually got it right."
"It was Zhang Mengzhuo who saw the situation clearly at the last moment and knew that he was bound to die. He just looked at whose hands it would be most advantageous to die." Guo Jia pursed his lips. Every time he was addicted to alcohol, he would subconsciously
He wanted to swallow his saliva. After enduring his alcohol addiction, Guo Jia said again: "Won't Mr. Jia blame me for not informing the prince in advance and setting up an ambush outside the city?"
"As long as Zhang Miao can't escape death, it doesn't matter whether we say it or not." Jia Xu waved his hand and was about to turn around and walk down the watchtower. Finally, he looked directly at Guo Jia's inquiring eyes and spoke slowly.
Said: "What Fengxiao said before about 'making old friends' has been praised many times by predecessors, such as 'never go against your heart', 'a scholar will die for a confidant', and 'high mountains and flowing water'. The place of righteousness lies in the people of the world."
It’s a place that everyone is fascinated by, but Fengxiao knows..."
In the depths of Jia Xu's eyes, which have always been calm, a sharp edge is rarely revealed in front of others: "What I like to do most in my life is to destroy these seemingly beautiful and solid things."