Chapter 471 Snow falls on Yanmen and turns red with blood (Second update coming, please subscribe)
However, just as Hou San was holding the telescope, waiting to see the scene where Baal was hit by an arrow and fell from his horse, Wang Wu beside him suddenly let out a muffled groan. ""
Then, Hou San felt a drop of warm liquid splash onto his face.
Hou San's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and touched it. Then he lowered his head and looked at his hand. He was stunned.
On his finger, there was a piece of bright red and sticky blood, which looked shocking in the university where it was falling.
Hou San's heart skipped a beat and his body stiffened suddenly. He quickly turned his head and looked at Wang Wu beside him.
But they found that Wang Wu, who was fully armored, had turned pale at some point. During his rapid breathing, a stream of blood mist spurted out from his nose. His whole body suddenly shook and was about to fall. The crossbow arrow in his hand also fell at his feet.
.Covering his left chest with one hand, his face looked extremely painful.
Scarlet blood kept spurting out from between the fingers. It spattered on the battlements. Among the falling snowflakes, the redness was shocking, like bright plum blossoms.
Behind him, on the dilapidated gate of the city tower, there was an arrow still trembling. And on the white feather of the arrow, a drop of blood dripped down. On the snow below
On the stone floor, a bright red blood flower spattered.
"Brother...Brother!" Hou San's mind went blank for a moment, his lips moved, his eyes suddenly became hot, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
Opening his mouth, throwing away the telescope in his hand, Hou San rushed to Wang Wu. He stretched out his hand to help him hold down the blood that was constantly gushing from his chest. Looking at the blood that could not be stopped, he opened his mouth.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
"Lao Si, Lao Si!" Wang Wu opened his mouth and called "Lao Si" twice. The blood that rushed to his throat overflowed from his mouth uncontrollably. The blood slid down the corners of his mouth and remained in front of him.
On the bright light armor, in a moment, the bright light armor was dyed blood red. A touch of gray flashed in his bright eyes, and his eyelids were so sleepy that it was difficult to raise them. He stretched out his arm, put it on Hou San's body, and pressed it hard
Holding Hou San's shoulders. It seemed that this was the only way to keep himself standing and not fall down.
Wang Wu stood with difficulty, leaning against Hou San. (《》) He tried his best to open his eyes and looked at Hou San. He shook his head slightly, panted, and shook his head intermittently: "Fourth, don't cry!"
"Listen...listen, listen to me, don't cry!" Wang Wu stretched out his bloody palm to help Hou San wipe the tears that were pouring out of his eyes. He opened his mouth, and blood flowed out. He couldn't control it.
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Seeing the life gradually changing in his second brother's eyes, Hou San felt extremely painful. He opened his mouth and screamed. However, he found that his voice seemed to be frozen in his throat, and all he could hear was a hoarse low voice.
Roar.
"Old...Old fourth, listen to second brother, second brother!" Wang Wu, who had lost all his strength, leaned on Hou San's body. He raised his hand with difficulty and wiped the blood from his mouth. He tried his best to keep his eyes open.
He opened his mouth and said intermittently: "From now on, you... you are the marshal of this 40,000-strong army. You... just listen to me, okay!"
Wang Wu's eyelids were extremely heavy, and a dizzy blackness hit his mind. After taking a deep breath, Wang Wu suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed Hou San's chest. Using his last bit of strength, he continued to wipe away his tears.
Hou San roared: "Keep the gate, you must guard the gate!"
"Second brother, second brother!" Hou San cried, raising his hand to wipe the hot tears on his face, raising his head, looking at the pale Wang Wu, his heart twisted like a knife...
"Did you *** hear that? Guard the pass, Yanmen Pass can't be lost in my hands again!" Wang Wu looked ferocious, widened his eyes, and shouted at Hou San: "If Yanmen Pass is lost, I, you,
And them!"
Wang Wu turned around, pointed at the soldiers behind the battlements, and shouted in a deep voice: "We will all be the guilty ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
As he spoke, the blood from Wang Wu's mouth continued to flow out. In an instant, his chest was covered in blood.
"Second brother, second brother, I know, I know!" Hou San saw Wang Wu agitated and bleeding more and more. He suddenly became panicked and said to Wang Wu quickly.
"Hey!" After finishing his words, Wang Wu's slightly red face instantly turned gray. His whole body seemed to have been drained of strength in an instant, and his body suddenly became limp.
"Hold me, don't let the brothers see!" Wang Wu used all his strength to hold Hou San's shoulders. With a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth, he said intermittently: "Ha..., I have thought about it countless times.
There were several ways to die, including fighting with Turks on the battlefield and being hacked to death. Some died of illness in the church, and some fell off a cliff to death. But the only thing I didn't expect was that I would be shot through the heart and die. Alas...
It’s so fucking frustrating, so frustrating…”
"My arrows were good, and I killed countless people. Later, I died under the arrow!" Wang Wu had no strength to speak. He put his helmet on Hou San's shoulder and lowered his head as he spoke intermittently.
: "Is this retribution?"
He seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
Wang Wu spoke intermittently, his voice getting smaller and smaller.
“I really want to go home and visit!”
Wang Wu, who was lying on Hou San, sighed softly, and the hand on Hou San's shoulder suddenly fell down, hanging feebly in the air.
The flying snow fell, and the snowflakes floated on the blood-red fingertips, gradually covering them.
Hou San stretched out his arms and hugged his second brother, who had lost his voice. He raised his head and looked into the distance.
The wind and snow drifted down, sweeping across the resolute face.
At some point, Hou San burst into tears.
"Don't worry, second brother. Yanmen Pass will always be ours!"
Lifting up his sleeves and wiping his moist and hazy eyes, Hou San took a deep breath, tied Wang Wu with a belt, opened his mouth, and murmured.
His hands, which were red from the cold, firmly grasped the handle of the knife.
After taking a deep breath, Hou San forcefully pulled out the steel knife.
The trembling blade made a buzzing sound. The falling snowflakes were also shattered into pieces by the screaming blade.
Hou San held the handle of the knife in his hand and slowly stretched out the long knife. The blade pointed forward and pointed at the black army rushing towards him.
After taking a deep breath, with red eyes, he shouted loudly: "Let go!"
At this moment, Yanmen closed and thousands of arrows shot out, falling like rain!
Under the city, people were on their backs and their horses were overturned, and blood flowed into rivers.
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East side of Yanmen Pass, mountain forest farm
The sky was gloomy and gloomy.
The goose-feather heavy snow fell, falling silently, making a soft sound like spring silkworms tearing at mulberry leaves.
The dry poplar forest is particularly quiet amidst the heavy snow.
Occasionally, a squirrel can be seen running lightly among the branches in the forest, and then disappears in the blink of an eye. Only a squirrel is left, shaken off by it, and snow falling from the treetops.
Zhou Yafu, who was nearly sixty years old, was covered with thick leaves and lay motionless in the snow. His eyes were wide open, like an eagle, staring at the poplar forest amid the snow dancing in front of him.
Perhaps because he had been lurking here for too long, the snow on his body was already an inch thick. However, the gray-haired old general remained motionless, sticking to the snow like a rock for an hour.
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Snow was falling, and the sound of rustling reached my ears.
Soft, like the breathing of a grandson sleeping at home.
Unknowingly, a soft smile appeared on the old general's iron-fortified face.
The snow in Tokyo should have melted!
I guess that kid is riding a horse again and is acting arrogantly on the street!
hey-hey!
In front of the old general's eyes, the voice and smile of his doting grandson emerged. With the sweetness in his heart, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.
Alas, that boy always gets into trouble.
Either he smashed other people's things, or he beat up the young master.
It’s not okay to keep doing this!
I think of a few days ago, when I was in the palace, the emperor pointed at the thick stack of memorials on the altar table and laughed and cursed that he could command thousands of troops but could not control a young boy.
A trace of worry appeared on the old man's aging face.
After sighing softly, he turned his head and glanced at the soldier beside him.
These soldiers are all soldiers under the boy Chu Xuliang. I heard that they are special forces trained by Emperor Lu Heng personally. They have a very majestic and domineering name - Whip of the God of War.
This white jade special force was brought to his tent by Wang Wuhui when Zhou Yafu arrived at Yanmen Pass.
At first, Zhou Yafu was a little disapproving.
The soldiers in Jiangnan, huh, are all weaklings. Although they have nice names, they probably have silver-like pewter spear heads, which are just for good taste and useless.
But a month later, the superb skills and tactics of these soldiers completely conquered this old man with high eyes.
Now, the God of War's Whip has become the old man's pet peeve.
You must use it in every battle, and you will win if you use it.
After arriving outside the Great Wall for a month, we fought a dozen battles with the Turks. In these dozen battles, the soldiers of the God of War's Whip showed their talents and killed countless enemies!
What a bunch of awesome people!
I don’t know who is more powerful than these soldiers or Brother Zhan’s Snow Wolf Battalion!
The old man turned his head and looked around. The special forces soldiers, lying motionless in the snow nest, smiled and their eyes were full of doting.
After the New Year, that kid will be sixteen. It’s time for this kid to exercise!
A little bird in a cage will never become an eagle soaring in the blue sky!
I was thinking about this in my mind, but my eyes never relaxed, monitoring the front...
The snow is still falling and the woods are still quiet.
However, just when Zhou Yafu thought everything was as before, he suddenly felt that the body of Chu Xuliang, who was hiding beside him, suddenly tensed up.
"Coming?" Zhou Yafu narrowed his eyes instantly, looked forward, and asked in a low voice. At the same time, he subconsciously held the special three-sided military thorn in his hand.
After Chu Xuliang moved his wrist, he stared at the woods ahead like a hawk, nodded slightly, and replied in a low voice: "Here he comes!"