Chapter 150: Broken Halberds and New Bones Buried in the Sands·XIX

Every Cangyun Army soldier will never forget what happened that day.

Xiao Hao picked up his comrades' black armor and swords and shields one by one from the ground, and no one dared to approach him.

When the Mongolian army retreated, they did not forget to shoot arrows at this side. Some of them threw their weapons at Xiao Hao without caring about anything, just to stop him from moving forward.

But most of those things were shredded into pieces by Xiao Hao's sword energy before they got close. The few that broke through his defense would quickly disappear along with the rising sword energy, as if they had never appeared.

Between the sword energy and the flying shields, there were many tiny points of light flying upwards. Xiao Hao's hair faded black strand by strand at a speed visible to the naked eye. The faded color was like smoke mixed with the storm, and mixed with the stardust escaping from his disappeared wounds, and it was impossible to distinguish one from the other.

"Seventy-eight... seventy-nine..."

Xiao Hao couldn't remember how many enemies he had killed, but he clearly remembered every set of black armor he picked up.

The sun was as red as blood, and everything he saw seemed to be red, and he couldn't tell where he was. He couldn't care about anything else, and could only kill all the red names in front of him to avenge the Cangyun who died in the battle.

The Mongolian soldiers often said that the southern barbarians were cowardly and useless, greedy for life and afraid of death, and their skills in escaping were first-rate. However, after seeing the Cangyun Army, they realized that the Song soldiers were not inferior to the Mongolian elite.

Kublai Khan remembered what Xiao Hao said to him when he evacuated the three passes a few years ago:

"I am in the abyss of hell, waiting for you to come——"

This man probably really walked out of the abyss of hell.

He was eager to fight Xiao Hao, but not in this way. It was true that he had a lot of soldiers and horses, but they were not used to sharpen this unsheathed blade.

Kublai Khan decisively ordered the entire army to retreat.

As the dusk fell, the battlefield returned to silence. There were no more living red names in front of them. Everywhere were blood-soaked broken swords and arrows stuck in the ground.

Xiao Hao held a Mo Dao and sat on the hill of Pingjing Pass. The setting sun fell from where he sat, casting a long shadow behind him.

The Cangyuns looked at each other and wanted to get closer to him, but they found that the sword energy around Xiao Hao was extremely sharp, cutting gold and jade was a piece of cake. They couldn't get close to him within 20 feet. They

had a lot of questions to ask, where did Lu Wuhuan and the others go, who was the general, and what should they do.

But when they saw Xiao Hao sitting there quietly, they couldn't ask anything.

Once again, they were saved by this back.

His white hair and the long white helmet thread behind his head mixed together, and at first glance, it seemed as if frost and snow had fallen all over his head. There was a heavy sadness emanating from his straight spine, and the Cangyuns could understand where this emotion came from.

The Yellow Springs is used as wine to reward the brothers, and the blood has not yet dried after the battle.

The mountain wind suddenly rose, lifting their helmet threads, and in the numerous mountains and passes, the sound was endless, as sad as crying.

When Lu Wuhuan just entered the barracks, he asked curiously why other armies were all red threads, as fierce as fire, but theirs was white like snow and wind.

The general did not answer at that time.

Cangyun is not an army that can protect itself. They are destined to accompany their brothers to be buried in the towering mountains and passes, turn their bodies into territory, and move forward on the flesh and blood of their companions.

This was the scene Shi Zhixuan saw when he arrived.

He had consumed a lot of his true energy to resist the Mongolian army at Jiuli Pass, and he was quite exhausted. His clothes were torn and bloody. Fortunately, although many of the Cangyun Army at Jiuli Pass were injured, their lives were safe.

He used his internal energy to protect his body and tried to get closer to Xiao Hao.

Xiao Hao seemed to have not seen him at all. His eyes were not looking anywhere. He just held the shield and sword tightly in his arms and sat there motionless.

Shi Zhixuan approached him with great effort and squatted down. He felt as if something had pierced a hole in his heart, cold and painful, "Ah Hao?"

"Two hundred and twenty-six..."

"What?" Shi Zhixuan was slightly stunned and did not hear clearly what Xiao Hao said.

He stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers that were good at painting were immediately cut by the strong wind, but they still landed steadily on the top of Xiao Hao's head.

After parting in Luzhou, his black hair has turned white.

Shi Zhixuan sighed and said to him, "Ah Hao, it's me."

Xiao Hao did not react at all. Shi Zhixuan frowned and looked at him for a while, thought about it, and pulled his hand. Xiao Hao did not resist, but he was also unconscious.

He knew this situation too well.

He took off the Qiu Shui Chang Tian ring from his finger, and he carefully put the ring on Xiao Hao's hand.

"Ah Hao, the Mongolian army has retreated."

The spirit platform finally showed a bit of clarity, and Xiao Hao woke up as if from a dream, his eyes still had no place to look, but two water marks quickly ran down his face.

Shi Zhixuan ignored the sword energy around Xiao Hao, holding him in his arms and whispering in his ear:

"Ah Hao, the Mongolian army has retreated. Xiangfan has not been broken, and the three passes have not been broken."

"..."

Xiao Hao slowly reacted and let out a long, heart-wrenching cry:

"Ah————"

The strong wind stopped, but the iron armor was still cold and painful. No matter how Shi Zhixuan comforted him, he felt that he could not warm the hard but soft heart under the heavy armor.

The clouds behind him surrounded him, one after another.

Xiao Hao murmured, "I was wrong..."

Shi Zhixuan looked at the sky from afar, patted his back and said, "You have been alone for too long. You always think you can hold up the whole world, but you forget that you are just one person."

"Ah Hao, rely on us occasionally."

The clouds nodded in unison, and the iron armor made a sound of iron plates colliding with their movements.

Xiao Hao looked around, every face was very familiar, he stood up slowly, and the disappeared figures began to appear around him.

When Lu Wuhuan and his friends went in, the daylight was dim, and now when they came out to help the territory, the bright moon was hanging high in front of them.

When he saw Xiao Hao's white hair, tears suddenly filled his eyes.

Xiao Hao walked past him, gently touched his head with his palm, looked at the high and lofty Pingjing Pass and said, "Don't cry."

"Yes!" Lu Wuhuan stood there with his head held high, the young man stood tall and straight.

A true man will live and die together, and he shouldn't cry even if he is wrapped in a horse's hide.

Xiao Hao walked in front, Shi Zhixuan was stunned at first, then caught up and walked side by side with him.

No matter what time it is, Ah Hao's back is straight, and that is why he has been supporting everyone.

This man's gentleness is incomparable. He won't say it out loud, but he has been trying to protect the people behind him from hardships and difficulties in his own way. With the ups and downs

of officialdom and the power struggles, now he is finally willing to entrust his back to them.

He can be as gentle as jade, or as cold as a mountain, but when he is good to others, he is always so quiet and silent, moistening everything silently.

The more you understand him, the more you can't help but like this person.

After Shi Zhixuan spent thirty years alone in Wanhua Valley, the person he had been chasing finally grew up and stopped being a lone hero. He began to accept the existence of someone who could be his backer.

"From today on, the Cangyun Army will no longer obey anyone's dispatch and command. Those who betray the country, betray their faith, are unjust, and harm the people for selfish desires will be killed without mercy! Those who invade our territory will be killed without mercy! Those who hurt our comrades will be killed without mercy! Those who deceive our Cangyun will be killed without mercy!!"

The mountain wind was hunting, rustling like a song.

Xiao Hao closed his eyes and said word by word: "Two hundred and twenty-six lives, we will ask those who have been eating for nothing one by one to get them back."

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The Song-Mongol War broke out across the board, and heavy troops were pressed on the city of Xiangfan, and many people from the underworld came to the city.

Cangyun suffered heavy losses in the battle of Pingjing Pass, and many people were injured. They were just ordinary people, without Xiao Hao's amazing recovery ability. There were only less than a small team of people in the Cangyun Army who were good at treatment.

When Xiao Hao was worried about this, Guo Xiang came with thousands of sisters from Yiying Tower.

Yiying Tower has a woman with a sword as sharp as snow, and a beautiful woman with a heart of gold.

They are already very skilled in saving the dying and the wounded. They can spontaneously assign tasks without anyone's command, and treat those stubborn and stubborn Xuanjia Cangyuns.

With the military doctor, the Cangyuns recovered very quickly, and they became full of energy in a few days.

Then, another group of people arrived here. Master Yideng and his fishermen, woodcutters, farmers and scholars, 400 elite disciples of Quanzhen, tens of thousands of Beggars...

Before they could get excited, news came that the Mongolian army had set fire to the camp and the soldiers were in chaos. It turned out that the Mongolian army came prepared this time and prepared a large amount of gunpowder and firearms to capture Xiangfan. Huang Yaoshi got the news from somewhere and took Cheng Ying to burn their gunpowder warehouse overnight.

In front of the Zongzi Slope, Xiao Hao and Lu Wuhuan looked at these silent stone tablets and poured all the libations into the loess.

In the past, it was Lu Wuhuan's job to guard this place. He was too young and Xiao Hao was worried about him going to the battlefield. Although Lu Wuhuan is still young now, he is already able to stand on his own.

A little guy came to Lin'an City and insisted on joining the Cangyun Army. Xiao Hao recognized this kid who had chased him all the way from Lin'an Prefecture to Wusheng Pass, so he gave him Lu Wuhuan's original mission to complete.

Lu Wuhuan is no longer guarding here, there are always people guarding here.

If he turns into yellow earth in the future, there will always be people accompanying them, and they will not be lonely.

Lu Wuhuan felt that the general was different from before. This difference is difficult to describe. He is no longer the first to rush to the front of everyone, but finally like a general who plans and strategizes, calmly dispatches, and gives them a supreme sense of peace of mind to the greatest extent possible while fighting on the battlefield.

He is not a person who can hide doubts, so he asked something directly.

Xiao Hao smiled faintly, touched the head of this Jianghu apprentice, and said to him: "In the past, I have always been unrestrained and uninhibited. When others are good to me, I always want to repay them in some way, so that we owe each other nothing. Little did I know that the people who really trust their hearts don’t care about my repayment. They care about me as a person."

He looked at the endless sky, thinking about many things, many people, and systems in his mind. "I used to think that walking alone in the world is free and unrestrained, but I didn’t understand that this kind of unrestrainedness is actually stepping on the burden of relatives and friends. I tried to let go, accept the end, and accept this unclear sense of responsibility..."

"When one day you suddenly feel that you are not so willful anymore, and no longer charge forward alone without caring about your own safety, you have probably grown up." He touched the Qiu Shui Chang Tian Ring in his hand. This thing is not suitable for his mental method and cannot bring him any bonus, but its existence is a kind of warmth.

From now on, it seems that I should cherish myself a little more.

"There are so many people behind us, and we do not belong to ourselves alone. If we want to be relied upon by others, we must also learn to reassure them."

The author has something to say: I wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, I feel that there is no need to write any more extra words.

The ups and downs will always pass, and there will be warmth in the heart.

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