Chapter 195: Dying for the People is as Heavy as Mount Tai
The stuck boulder suddenly shook, and in an instant it crushed him and rolled down. The mud and sand that was several people high slid down, and in almost the blink of an eye, a living person disappeared without a trace.
"Brother...my sister-in-law said she is over a month pregnant...Brother!"
He Zhaojun's roar was completely drowned out by the sound of rushing mud and sand, but she wished so much that her brother could hear it.
How she wished that this was another trick used by Emperor Wen, allowing her brother to fake his death and escape, and that he was actually just hiding in Peng Kun's army, and not buried in the rocks and mud.
Li Fu kept pulling at the rope, but even when he grasped the knot, he still had no luck. "Zhaojun, General He is gone. I mourn for you."
"No, that's impossible. His martial arts skills are even better than my father's. He is also the youngest and strongest man in the world. How can a mere piece of sand and gravel do anything to him?" He Zhaojun simply refused to believe that her brother, who was still talking to her the moment before, was now dead and buried under rocks.
The Tiger Cavalry soldiers also stood on the city wall. Their eyes were red, but their teeth were clenched. Not a single one shed a tear. "My lady, we request your permission to search for the young general!"
As they spoke, they jumped off the wall, wielded their shovels, and dug desperately: "Be careful, the general will definitely come out from somewhere soon, don't hurt him!"
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"Zhaojun, we have been digging for two days and one night, digging three feet into the ground, and the area around the city wall has been hollowed out... You need to rest, and these soldiers also need to rest!" Li Fu's voice was sad. He couldn't bear to see He Zhaojun, who stood on the city wall like a soulless puppet after dealing with the follow-up matters of the earthquake.
He Zhaojun didn't speak.
Li Fu firmly grasped her shoulders and said, "Zhaojun! Someone from the Tiger Cavalry died of exhaustion!"
Hearing this, He Zhaojun seemed to come back to her senses. She pulled the corners of her mouth together and revealed a bitter smile: "...Actually, I should have known earlier, brother, the possibility of survival is very small, but I just can't accept it."
Her voice was already hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked extremely haggard. "Then prepare the memorial for me. I want to write my brother's obituary myself."
That night, He Zhaojun wrote the letter again and again. Every time she wrote the word "He Chuan", she burst into tears and couldn't cry. Outside, rain and snow were mixed, and thunder and lightning flashed.
"If my brother were still here, he would definitely..." He Zhaojun muttered to herself, but suddenly she remembered that her second brother, who always stood outside the door on rainy nights to watch over her while she rested, would never come back.
Just as she was thinking about this, the door creaked open. She quickly jumped off the bed without even putting on her shoes and socks. "Brother! Brother...are you back?"
There was a man standing at the door, soaking wet.
When He Zhaojun saw the person coming, she was stunned for a moment, then her nose felt sore and tears as big as beans fell down. She walked up to the man in a daze and reached out to hug him.
"Zi Duan...my brother..."
Wen Ziduan held the frail girl in front of him, who looked like she would collapse if the wind blew, tightly in his arms. He couldn't tell if it was tears or rain on his face. "I'm late. Zhaojun, I'm sorry."
When he received a report from his subordinates that a mudslide had occurred near the Shouchun city wall, he set out day and night, braving the wind, frost, rain, and snow. He took only one day and one night to travel a three-day journey on horseback. But when he arrived, all he saw was He Zhaojun, with a blank look in her eyes.
"It's all my fault! It's all my fault!" He Zhaojun murmured a few words, her body softened, and she completely lost consciousness in Wen Ziduan's arms.
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