Chapter 114
Apart from the roar of the wind, there was only dead silence on the battlefield.
A few dozen feet away, the bandits who were still reorganizing their formation paused briefly. Several young generals on horseback looked back with different expressions, waiting for military orders from the central formation.
Fan Changyu sat high on the horse's back, his eyes calm, his hands tightly gripping the long sword, not showing any fear.
For some reason, there was no reply from the distant enemy camp.
Fan Changyu frowned. After Shi Yue and Shi Hu died in Yixian Gorge, and when Chongzhou beheaded Prince Changxin, the rebels also lost many generals. Now, there are almost no generals under Sui Yuanhuai who can take on important responsibilities.
I resorted to this desperate measure just to buy time.
If Sui Yuanhuai saw through her intention and didn't want to lose any more capable generals under his command, and directly ordered the army to attack, she and the dozen or so soldiers behind her would not be able to hold out for long.
Fan Changyu thought for a moment, then came up with a plan. He pointed his long sword and shouted, "Listen, you rebels on the opposite side. Prince Changxin has already died under my sword. He was captured in Kangcheng along with Yuan Qing. The one you followed is just a coward who can't even lift a sword. He can't even count the number of brave generals who kill the enemy for him. How can he lead you to the capital? Promise you glory and wealth? If you abandon the dark and join the light, everything will be forgiven!"
After these words were shouted out, there was obviously quite a commotion in the anti-pirate camp on the opposite side.
Deputy General He and others on the tower noticed Fan Changyu's purpose and started to curse him: "Sui Yuanhuai is a coward! He fled from Chongzhou to Lucheng like a homeless dog. He doesn't have any capable fighters under his command. He is counting on you miscellaneous soldiers to risk your lives to clear a path for him so that he can escape to the south!"
"The Sui family's luck has long run out. Sui Yuanqing is at least brave and good at fighting, but who doesn't know that Sui Yuanhuai is just a dying man? If you follow Sui Yuanhuai, you will be courting death!"
There was even greater unrest among the anti-bandit forces.
The scout hurriedly ran to the rear to report the news. After he tremblingly described the battle situation in front of him, a cold sneer came from the carriage surrounded by several experts: "Meng Changyu?"
The voice of the person in the car was cold, like a chill wind blowing through a dark forest, causing goosebumps to appear on the back of one's neck.
He seemed to be laughing quietly: "What a good way to sow discord and disrupt the morale of the army. Suiping, take your men and capture the remnants of the Meng family alive."
The burly general guarding outside the carriage immediately clasped his fists and said, "I obey your orders!"
The military advisor who came upon hearing the news said, "Master, no! No!"
He explained the pros and cons: "The female general on the opposite side is clearly trying to provoke us. Now, only General Suiping can take on the important task. If something happens to General Suiping, we will capture Lucheng. Once Tang Peiyi and Wu'an Hou hear the news and rush over, there will be no commander in the army. How can we fight the enemy? It is better to seize the time to attack the city and fill it with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and first fill up the towers of Lucheng."
A hand wearing a white jade ring lifted the curtain. Due to long-term illness and not seeing the sun, the hand was pale and thin, and the blue blood vessels and meridians on the back of the hand were clearly visible.
The scout nearby accidentally saw this scene, and his heart shuddered, and he quickly lowered his head.
There have long been rumors in the army that the eldest son was plagued by illness, had a sinister and tyrannical temperament, and that those around him often died suddenly.
The curtains were completely lifted, revealing Sui Yuanhuai with a cloak draped over his shoulders. His pale face showed signs of obvious illness, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. He exuded a gloomy and evil aura.
He said calmly, "The military has worked hard, but we have suffered many defeats in a row, and the morale of the army must be boosted. That female general killed my father. If I don't avenge her, I will not be able to see my father again."
The military advisor still had concerns: "But..."
Sui Yuanhuai raised his hand to stop the military advisor from saying anything. His eyelids slightly raised. He was obviously a chronically ill man, but the moment his eyes met his, the military advisor felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.
He hastily looked away, thinking that this young master might not be as the rumors said, a mere idiot who relied on medicine to stay alive.
Sui Yuanhuai took in the military advisor's expression, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "The army left the city at midnight. Even if Tang Peiyi found something strange after conquering Chongzhou City and came to chase him, it would take at least half a day to reach him. Wu'an Hou is stationed in Kangcheng, but he can't help us. She's just a woman, why should we be afraid? Don't let those court lackeys on the city wall laugh at us."
The military advisor just wanted to capture Lu City as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary trouble. After Sui Yuanhuai said this, he was less concerned and bowed before retreating.
Sui Yuanhuai watched the military advisor walk away, tapping the car window with his knuckles, and then ordered the guards beside him: "You also go to help, as long as the Meng girl is alive, the rest will be killed without mercy."
Half of the masters surrounding the carriage withdrew in an instant.
Zhao Wen's mother, Lan, looked at Sui Yuanhuai carefully and spoke carefully, "Your Highness wants to use Meng's daughter to expose the tragic case in Jinzhou that Wei Yan had instigated?"
Sui Yuanhuai raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Lan with a smile, but did not say anything.
Lan couldn't help feeling uneasy. Ever since she found Yu Baoer, Sui Yuanhuai's vigilance towards them mother and son had increased day by day. She understood what Sui Yuanhuai was worried about. Over the years, she had never had any second thoughts. But for people in the imperial family, once the seeds of suspicion were planted, they would always be a thorn in their hearts.
Now that Zhao Wen hasn't sent any news back, I'm afraid Sui Yuanhuai has less and less trust in her and her son.
After all, this was a child she had watched grow up, so Lan still felt a little uncomfortable and immediately lowered her head: "It was me who said too much."
Sui Yuanhuai's anger suddenly disappeared, and he put on a gentle face. He personally poured a cup of tea for Lan and said, "Aunt Lan and I are becoming increasingly estranged. Wei Yan is cunning and treacherous. Even if the Meng daughter identified Wei Yan, she was not yet born seventeen years ago, and the only evidence has fallen into Wei Yan's hands. Wei Yan also has many ways to refute it. I am just confused. Why did Aunt Lan think that I wanted to use her to bring down Wei Yan?"
When he became gentler, he really looked a bit like Prince Chengde.
The sadness that had just risen in Lan's heart disappeared immediately, and she asked, "Then Your Highness ordered her to be captured alive?"
Sui Yuanhuai twitched his lips slightly, "The tyrant who usurped the throne wanted to win over Marquis Wu'an by offering him a marriage, but Marquis Wu'an cut off the eunuch's ear and disobeyed the order. Although the news was suppressed by someone in the palace, there is no such thing as a wall that cannot be penetrated. Aunt Lan, for whom did Marquis Wu'an refuse the marriage with the eldest princess?"
Lan understood immediately: "Your Highness wants to use that woman to control Marquis Wu'an?"
She hesitated and said, "But... since she is the descendant of Meng Shuyuan, even if Meng Shuyuan was used by someone, her biological father is Wei Yan's man, so he must be related to the Jinzhou case. With such a blood feud between them, can Marquis Wu'an still care about her life or death?"
Sui Yuanhuai just smiled and said, "The stage is ready, let's just watch the show."
Lan pondered the meaning of his words, but Sui Yuanhuai said nothing more.
After Zhao Wen disappeared, he became even more jealous of the mother and son. This time, he teamed up with the Li family to frame Wei Yan, and he also kept it a secret from the Lan family.
Ever since the fire in the East Palace, he would never trust anyone completely again.
A carriage behind them suddenly got in a commotion at this moment. Sui Yuanhuai frowned impatiently: "What's going on?"
Before the shadow guards outside the carriage could go to inquire about the news, a waiter came and told them, "Master, the young master is ill."
Sui Yuanhuai's eyes flashed with disgust, and he said coldly: "If you are sick, call the military doctor. Why are you making a fuss?"
The waiter replied in a low voice: "Yes...it was Aunt Yu who was making a fuss and wanted to see the master."
Sui Yuan Huai turned the ring on his hand silently, and the waiter who came to deliver the message half lowered his head, but after a moment, he felt as if a thorn in his back and broke out in a cold sweat.
Lan was also a little puzzled. That concubine Yu had always avoided His Highness, so why did she suddenly take the initiative to ask to see His Highness today?
She glanced at Sui Yuanhuai, thinking that the two armies were fighting and His Highness would not have time to care about that woman, so she replied on behalf of Sui Yuanhuai: "The siege is imminent, and the eldest master is busy with many things right now. I will go with you to see the young master."
Unexpectedly, just as she finished speaking, Sui Yuanhuai said, "I'll go and see it myself."
There was his usual cold smile on his face, but there was an unspeakable interest in his eyes, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Lan frowned. His Highness was too fickle regarding Aunt Yu's matter.
Sui Yuan Huai was helped down from the carriage by one of his most trusted shadow guards and walked calmly towards the carriage behind.
When they arrived in front of the carriage, a waiter had already opened the curtain. Yuan Huai stepped on the coachman's back to get into the carriage. Looking at the woman who was sitting as close to the corner of the carriage as possible, the smile on his face became a little colder.
His eyes swept over Yu Baoer, who was sleeping on her legs with her eyes closed, her small body shivering slightly. He asked playfully, "Didn't they say that this little beast was sick?"
Yu Qianqian looked at him and said calmly: "Bao'er is not sick, I just want to see you."
The curve of Sui Yuan Huai's mouth stiffened for a moment, then he raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him again.
She took the initiative to meet him? This is a joke.
She would never take the initiative to see him unless she had something to ask.
Sui Yuan Huai's eyes flashed with sinisterness, and he sneered and asked: "Do you need help from me?"
Yu Baoer didn't dare to pretend to be asleep anymore and tightly grasped Yu Qianqian's sleeve.
Yu Qianqian squeezed his little hand calmly and looked at Sui Yuanhuai calmly.
The neatly-knotted hair on her forehead had been growing for more than half a year. After combing it all up, her smooth forehead was exposed, and her face looked like a silver plate, majestic yet graceful.
She said, "I used to know the female general who challenged me. Why should a woman be harmed in a quarrel between men? Let her live."
She didn't know that Sui Yuanhuai had already ordered to capture Fan Changyu alive. There was only one famous female general in the entire Northwest. When Yu Qianqian heard that the female general who challenged the enemy called herself Meng Changyu, she guessed that it was Fan Changyu.
If Sui Yuanhuai led an army of 20,000, the remaining 2,000 soldiers in Lucheng would not be able to resist.
She couldn't save more people, and just wanted to ask Sui Yuanhuai for a favor and save Fan Changyu at all costs.
Sui Yuanhuai sneered twice when he heard this, "You can't even protect yourself, yet you're sympathizing with the cats and dogs outside?"
Yu Qianqian pursed her plump lips and said, "So I beg you."
The pale and cool fingers pinched her chin without warning. Yu Qianqian was forced to look up and meet Sui Yuanhuai's dark eyes. She felt as if she was entangled by a poisonous tongue, wet, cold and sticky. Her body suddenly stiffened.
Sui Yuanhuai was only half a foot away from her, looking down at her and mocking her, "Is this your attitude when you ask for help?"
He took medicine all year round, and his body was soaked with a bitter medicinal smell. When Yu Qianqian got too close to him, she could smell the medicine in her breath.
The cool touch of his fingertips on the pinched jaw was still clear.
Yu Qianqian frowned her delicate eyebrows, looked at the pale and gloomy man in front of her, and asked, "How do you want me to beg you?"
Sui Yuanhuai seemed to have not expected that she would ask him back so calmly, and for a moment hatred was evident in his eyes, and without caring that Yu Baoer was still in the car, he suddenly lowered his head roughly and kissed the person in front of him.
Yu Qianqian only felt a stinging pain on her lips, and when she came to her senses, she quickly covered Yu Baoer's eyes with her hands.
Fortunately, he got up quickly. Yu Qianqian wiped her lips with her hand and as expected, blood came out. It was a little painful and she frowned.
Seeing the blood on her lips, Sui Yuanhuai's sinisterness was slightly reduced. He half-lowered his eyelids and spoke in a sarcastic tone, as if he was using sarcasm to cover up some emotion in his heart, and said, "Come to my room tonight."
Yu Qianqian remained silent until he lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage.
Yu Baoer looked at her weak yet strong mother with her big black eyes and called out softly, "Mom..."
He tightly grasped Yu Qianqian's sleeve with one hand and pursed his lips.
He didn't want his mother to meet that man alone.
Yu Qianqian held the child in her arms and patted his back again and again: "Don't be afraid, it's okay. As long as I can save your aunt Changyu, what does this matter?"
Yu Baoer still didn't say anything.
Yu Qianqian looked at the car window curtains swaying in the wind and said in a calm voice, "Ning Niang is younger than you. She has lost her parents. What will she do if she also loses her elder sister?"
There was finally some other emotion in Yu Baoer's dark eyes.
Yu Qianqian patted his head and said, "Just bear with it for a while."
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After several rounds of fighting on the battlefield, Fan Changyu saw that the enemy's army formation in the distance had split into a small path where several people could walk together.
A burly general rode out, holding a double-edged axe and shouting, "Don't be so arrogant, let me meet you!"
There were more than ten people coming out with the general. They were dressed in the same uniform, but they did not look like military generals. When Fan Changyu saw them for the first time, his right eyelid began to twitch wildly.
A feeling of discomfort that she couldn't explain lingered throughout her body.
The fully armored general was already charging over on his horse with a roar. Fan Changyu stopped thinking and spurred his horse to meet him.
The man took advantage of the momentum of his horse to collide with the Mo Dao and the double-edged axe, and after the two men passed each other for several feet, they turned their horses around and chopped back.
But in a short moment, Fan Changyu had exchanged several moves with the rogue general. The opponent had good arm strength, but his moves were too rigid. If she really wanted to take his life, she could knock him off his horse in less than three moves.
But in order to delay time, Fan Changyu deliberately let him go. The two of them fought back and forth, and they rode their horses around the open space on the battlefield for most of the circle without a clear winner.
About a quarter of an hour later, the dozen or so people watching the fight on the opposite side also realized that she was delaying on purpose, and they all rode their horses towards her.
Fan Changyu felt that something was wrong and quickly knocked the rogue general off his horse with the back of his knife.
There were exactly sixteen people rushing over from the opposite side.
The sixteen elite warriors behind Fan Changyu thought that the opponent wanted to fight one on one, so they urged their horses forward.
But this almost turned into a one-sided massacre.
The moves of the sixteen men on the opposite side were like those of ghosts. Before the Jizhou soldiers armed with guns and swords could get close to them, their heads were chopped off by the tricky yet steady sword techniques.
They are like swordsmen who have trained for many years, and every strike they make is for the purpose of killing.
Fan Changyu used the advantage of the Mo Dao being an inch longer and stronger to save a soldier who was very close to him, but the man on the opposite side flipped the blade, leaving a long cut on Fan Changyu's arm.
She quickly raised her knife to force the opponent back, keeping a safe distance.
His heart was pounding, his palms were covered in cold sweat, and he could hardly hold the knife handle steadily.
Fan Changyu had never felt death so close to him. The people in front of him were not ordinary people who would be afraid or timid.
They are like killing machines, tireless and unafraid of pain.
People around her kept falling down. Fan Changyu chopped down an enemy soldier, and the blow almost cut off his entire arm. However, the enemy didn't even scream, and the blow just brushed past her blade, leaving another bloody wound on her waist and abdomen.
Fan Changyu held the knife with one hand and covered the wound on his abdomen that was still bleeding with the other hand. He gritted his teeth and looked at the dozen people who surrounded him about ten feet away.
She had already discovered their martial arts style. These people were able to deal deadly blows to other soldiers.
But the man just now had the opportunity to take her life directly, but he instead stabbed her waist and abdomen with the knife.
She suddenly realized that they wanted to capture her alive.
A bead of sweat fell from his eyelids. Fan Changyu untied the straps around his hands and tied them firmly around his abdomen to stop the bleeding.
The person on the other side seemed to think that she was at the end of her strength and did not attack her at this time.
On the tower, Xie Wu's eyes turned red, and he shouted hoarsely: "That's not a soldier, it's a specially trained soldier. Open the city gate quickly, let me go out and help the captain!"
Lieutenant General He was horrified when he saw that a dozen elite soldiers were killed by the enemy in a matter of moments. However, opening the city gate at this time would only give the enemy an opportunity to attack the city.
He said sadly: "The city gate cannot be opened. Captain Fan and the 16 heroes escaped for the people of Lucheng. If the city gate is opened now, where will the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in the city be?"
Xie Wu looked at Fan Changyu who was surrounded below, thought of what Fan Changyu had told him before, and hammered the city wall in anger.
Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly raised his head and said, "Bring the rope!"
Under the city wall, Fan Changyu healed the wound on his abdomen, then took out a pair of deerskin wrist guards from his armor and put them on his hands.
She had originally intended to throw away the wristband, but when she broke camp and rushed to Lucheng, she somehow managed to put it in her arms.
At the moment, it can be considered as helping me a lot.
When she grasped the Mo Dao tightly again with both hands, a assassin approached like a ghost, and the blade was about to touch her waist and abdomen. Fan Changyu swung the Mo Dao in a rounded shape, forced the man back, and slashed the man's abdomen.
When he landed, he took a look at the wounds on his body, exchanged glances with the other assassins, and suddenly attacked Fan Changyu together.
The guards on the tower shouted hysterically, "What a bunch of sons of bitches! A dozen men beating up a woman. Only a lackey of the Sui family can do such a thing!"
There was a slight commotion in the anti-bandit army, but in the moment of life and death confrontation on the battlefield, they had no energy to care about anything else. The dozen or so assassins turned a deaf ear to the spitting and cursing from the tower and kept changing their killing tactics.
Fan Changyu couldn't tell whether the liquid on her face was blood or sweat. She just focused on the people approaching with knives.
Their martial arts styles were different from all the generals they had encountered on the battlefield before.
Vicious, cunning, and unexpected.
Fortunately, she had experienced several chases with Xie Zheng before, and later when she practiced with Xie Zheng, she was also amazed at the strangeness and speed of his moves, and learned a few moves from him.
With this foundation in place, and the fact that the group of people were willing to spare her life, she managed to hold out for a few more minutes under the siege of more than a dozen people.
Chop, hack, wipe, pick, chop... the Mo Dao in his hand has been danced into a series of afterimages.
Her arms were sore from swinging the knife for so long, and the blood from swimming had dyed her entire arms red, but she still didn't dare to stop.
Time seemed to slow down, so slow that she could see clearly every movement of each assassin's hand. Mo Dao accurately blocked all attacks. In places that the eyes could not see, the fluctuations of air flow and the sound of wind breaking through the air by the sharp blade also became exceptionally clear.
When Fan Changyu was learning martial arts, she heard her father say that after learning martial arts, the moves must be faster than the eyes.
But after learning it, I felt like returning to basics. No matter how fast the moves are, it is best to be able to see the opponent's moves clearly.
She had been stuck at this point, and had never understood what her father said, that the eyes were faster than the moves, but at this moment, she broke through the bottleneck.
She dodged the blade that seemed impossible to dodge time and time again, and even killed three assassins with her backhand.
The rest of the assassins were also injured.
They were the most elite group of warriors accompanying Yuan Huai, and they had never been at a disadvantage in battles with Wei Yan's top warriors. But today, they were sixteen to one, and were held back by a woman.
The leader's eyes changed when he looked at Fan Changyu, and his next attack became noticeably more powerful.
Fan Changyu managed to fight off a few moves with him, but he had no energy left to defend himself and was slashed on the back by another man.
Blood oozed from the corners of her tightly pursed mouth. She could clearly see every move made by the assassin. However, because she was seriously injured and exhausted, even though she could see clearly, she swung the sword slowly.
The last knife that was chopped towards her collided with the tip of the Mo Dao, and after losing most of its force, it wiped her right arm.
With a crisp "clang" sound, the blade that was about to chop down again was blocked by Xie Wu who slid down from the tower using a rope.
Although they knew they would die, nearly ten soldiers still volunteered to follow Xie Wu and slid down from the tower using ropes to help.
Fan Changyu was exhausted and could only stand steadily by leaning on his long sword.
Seeing her injured like this, Xie Wu was furious and said, "Captain, hurry up!"
Seven or eight soldiers followed Xie Wu and risked their lives to stop those assassins. The rest of them lifted up Fan Changyu and helped her walk back. "Captain, there is a rope on the tower. We will take you back! General He said that Captain, you have delayed the army for more than half an hour. That's enough. For the rest of the time, everyone should spend their lives on the tower of Lucheng and defend it together... uh..."
The soldier who was supporting Fan Changyu stopped talking abruptly.
A long knife pierced his entire chest.
He looked at the bloody knife tip that had pierced his chest, and as he fell, he kept repeating the same words: "Captain, let's go..."
The only main force holding back the dozen or so assassins at the rear was Xie Wu. He was outnumbered and had several knives stabbed into his body. He knelt in a pool of blood with his back to Fan Changyu and never stood up again.
Fan Changyu could no longer lift the knife. Seeing this scene, blood seemed to well up in her eyes. A sad cry like a tiger's roar came out of her throat. She picked up the long knife and chopped off the head of a nearby assassin.
Another assassin who intended to kill the soldier who was supporting her also had most of his waist cut off by her. He fell to the ground and was still twitching, with large patches of blood and dirt sliding out of his waist.
Such a cruel beheading would make even the most ruthless warriors feel their scalps tingle when they saw it.
The long knife in Fan Changyu's hand was still oozing blood. She slowly raised her head, the entire whites of her eyes were filled with blood, so red and scary, and her hair was disheveled. She really looked like a demon crawling out of hell.
The assassins were frightened and dared not move forward.
Someone in the rear camp shouted, "The Lord has given the order to attack the city—"
The soldiers who had been resting for a long time after watching the battle were about to attack the city gate again. With the support of the large army, the few death warriors who were frightened by Fan Changyu also calmed down. Just as they were about to attack again, the yellow sand under their feet began to shake.
The tiny sand and stones were shaking, as if a huge beast was coming to split the mountains and valleys, and the earth was about to crack open.
“Woo——”
When the first horn sounded, the soldiers of the Jizhou Army on the city wall did not react.
“Woo woo—”
When the penetrating horn sounded again, the soldiers of the Jizhou Army on the city wall were overjoyed and shouted, "Reinforcements are coming!"
The Chongzhou soldiers on the city wall also looked back subconsciously. In the distance, the sky was filled with yellow sand, but the sound of horse hooves that was getting closer and closer was like thunder.
After a moment, a scarlet flag with the word "Thank You" appeared above the rising yellow sand.
"Marquis Wu'an, it's Marquis Wu'an who has brought the Xie family army here!"
The Jizhou army on the tower seemed to be pumped with blood. Deputy General He was so excited that he spoke incoherently: "Quick, open the city gates, all the soldiers in the city, follow me out of the city to kill the enemy!"
However, the Chongzhou troops under the city wall became timid when they saw the flag with the word "Xie" on it, and the originally orderly military formation gradually became a mess.
The soldier who was rescued by Fan Changyu knelt on the ground and cried with joy, shouting at her: "Captain, Marquis Wu'an is here in person, we are saved!"
Fan Changyu pretended not to hear. She had no strength left. Her hands and feet were sore and weak that she could not move. She had to hold on to her Mo Dao to slowly kneel down in front of Xie Wu.
Xie Wu and Xie Qi were like half-relatives to her.
She looked at the young man in front of her with several knives stuck in his body and his face covered in blood. She felt a sharp pain in her throat, and tears in her eyes mixed with the blood on his face. She was choked with sobs and couldn't even utter "Xiaowu".
After the ecstasy of surviving the disaster, the few surviving soldiers looked at the devastated battlefield and their dead comrades, and their expressions became sad.
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Although the Chongzhou army had 20,000 men, their morale had been worn out by several rounds of sieges. Seeing Xie Zheng personally leading his troops and the lack of any prestigious generals in the army, they were frightened out of their wits and were quickly captured by the Xie family army and the Jizhou army. Only a small number of their own troops took advantage of the chaos to escape with Yuan Huai, and were pursued by capable generals under Xie Zheng.
When Xie Zheng led a group of light cavalry into the city, Lieutenant General He led all the famous generals in the city to greet them.
When he saw Xie Zheng, he almost burst into tears: "Fortunately, the Marquis came to help in time, otherwise Lucheng would have been broken, and I would not be able to face the elders and villagers of Lucheng, and I would not be able to face Lord He in the afterlife!"
Xie Zheng's wounds had not yet healed, so he only wore light armor and rode at full speed all the way to the battlefield to kill the enemy. The whip marks on his back were cracked and had already soaked his clothes, but he was always able to endure the pain, and his face showed no trace of pain except for a strange paleness.
After hearing what Deputy General He said, his eyes showed some emotion: "General He... is gone?"
Deputy General He wiped away his tears and said, "He went there standing on the tower."
Throughout history, few military generals have had a good end.
Xie Zheng was silent for a moment, then asked, "Has the mourning hall been set up? I'll burn some incense for the old general."
Deputy General He looked ashamed: "I haven't had time to prepare yet. The rebels are coming in force. I can't take care of Lord He's affairs. If it weren't for Captain Fan and Captain Zheng who brought 3,000 cavalry to help, and Captain Fan who fought against the rebel generals to delay time, I'm afraid Lucheng would not be able to defend until the Marquis brings troops to help."
Xie Zheng raised his eyes suddenly: "Is the cavalry captain here?"
The title of Fan Changyu was "Xiaoqi Duwei".
Deputy General He didn't know why he reacted so strongly, and replied: "Yes, yes, it's just that Captain Fan fought against more than a dozen fierce bandits and was seriously injured. He is now with the military doctor..."
Before he could finish his words, a figure flashed before him and he was grabbed by the collar. The man in front of him had a cold look on his face and asked in a rare and unmannerly manner, "Where is the military doctor?"
Lieutenant General He pointed in a direction with a daze, his collar loosened immediately and he could breathe smoothly.
Before he could react, when he looked at Xie Zheng again, he saw that he had gone far away.
"What's wrong with the Marquis?" He was very puzzled. Suddenly he remembered that Fan Changyu said before he left the city that he was the descendant of Changshan General Meng Shuyuan. His heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Everyone knows that the great general Xie Linshan and the Crown Prince Chengde were trapped and died in Jinzhou because Meng Shuyuan delayed the delivery of grain. The Marquis was anxious to find Captain Fan. Could it be that he already knew Captain Fan's identity and wanted to avenge his father?
Lieutenant General He was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and quickly chased after him: "My Lord, please don't be impulsive. No matter what Meng Shuyuan is like, Commander Fan is a righteous man who is loyal to his country!"
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Fan Changyu lay on the wounded bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Because her eyes were too bloodshot before, the blood color in the whites of her eyes has not faded yet, and her vision is a little blurry, as if there is a layer of mist between them.
The military doctor said it would take a few days of recuperation before I could recover.
The wounds on her body had been bandaged by the female doctor, and the most serious injury was the cut on her abdomen.
Having not slept the entire night before, and having experienced two more battles from this morning till now, Fan Changyu was already extremely tired, but she still couldn't sleep.
He Jingyuan's death and Xie Wu's serious injury were both huge blows to her.
When she came down from the battlefield, she saw Xie Wu had several knives stuck in his body and thought he was dead. She didn't even dare to touch him as he was covered in blood.
Xie Wu and Xie Qi had been with her in the army for so long that she had long regarded these two boys as her own brothers.
If Xie Wu died, it would be like losing another loved one for her.
Fortunately, the soldiers who were carrying Xie Wu found that he was still alive, so they quickly sent a military doctor to the scene to treat his wounds.
Although the man has been brought back to life, the military doctor said that his injuries were too severe and whether he can survive depends on his luck.
The word "fate" made Fan Changyu feel heavy in his heart.
When the door was pushed open, she thought it was the doctor who had come back to persuade her to take medicine. She still stared at the roof with lifeless eyes and replied in a hoarse voice: "Ahui, I can't eat. Don't worry about me. Go and take care of the other soldiers."
Ah Hui is the name of a female doctor.
She really couldn't eat anything now, let alone take medicine. Even drinking water would make her whole stomach spasm and she vomited until only bile was left.
After she finished speaking, no one spoke at the door for a long time, and there were no sounds of footsteps leaving.
Fan Changyu seemed to have noticed something, his eye color changed and he looked towards the door.
Even though she had imagined the scene of seeing him again many times, when she actually saw that tall figure, her heart still felt as if it was being gripped by a large hand, causing a dull pain.
Her vision was not very clear now, but she could still see that he had lost a lot of weight and looked like he was sick.
The figure wrapped in the black armor was obviously much thinner, and even his lips were pale. He didn't look much better than himself, a patient who had just come down from the battlefield. Only the fierceness between his eyebrows was even stronger than before.
Is he not doing well after the separation?
The two looked at each other, but neither spoke.
Fan Changyu wanted to say a few words of greeting, but thinking about what he said when they said goodbye, and the fact that the emperor had already arranged a marriage between him and the eldest princess, he felt not only sad but also an indescribable pain in his heart, and he became more and more unable to speak.
"My Lord! My Lord! Please wait for me!"
At this time, Deputy General He had caught up in a hurry. He saw two people, one lying on the bed and the other standing at the door, both without saying a word. Although he felt strange, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he thought again, could it be that Fan Changyu doesn’t know that the person in front of him is Marquis Wu’an?
Seeing that Xie Zheng did not attack him, he became bolder and quickly winked at Fan Changyu: "My Lord, you are considerate of your subordinates and have come in person to inspect the injuries of the soldiers. Captain Fan, why don't you meet me quickly?"
Fan Changyu thought to himself, so that's why, no wonder he met him here.
She suppressed all her thoughts, forced herself to stand up, curled her lips slightly, clasped her fists towards Xie Zheng, and said distantly: "I am Fan Changyu, the humble general, and I am honored to meet the Marquis."
He once said that from now on he would only treat her as a fellow student.
In fact, if it weren't for the relationship with Master Tao, I'm afraid he would not want to have anything to do with me anymore, right?
Now that the truth was still unclear and he was already engaged, Fan Changyu could no longer say anything to make him believe his grandfather and father.
It’s better to pretend that we have never met before to avoid embarrassment for both of us.
She thought this was the perfect solution, but as soon as she finished speaking, the room fell into dead silence.
You can hear a pin drop.
The person standing at the door looked at her quietly for a while before he smiled and said, "What are you calling me for?"
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I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting for so long. I haven't logged into Jinjiang for a long time because I returned to the three-dimensional world to recuperate and was afraid that I would be too anxious. Today, I saw a lot of comments from you in the comment section. I'm very grateful and moved. Thank you for your support and waiting. All I can do is to write this story well and give it a perfect ending to repay everyone.
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