Chapter 118: Survival from a Desperate Situation She turned around and looked at the army that had become a sea of fire...
Before Chen Yue could reply, Shen Changfeng said, "Just in case. Just remember this."
Before heading into battle, soldiers would write a final letter home. In the event of an emergency, a comrade would pass it on to their families. This was an unwritten military custom. This time, the enemy was exceptionally powerful, the situation complex, and success or failure implicated the sovereignty of the entire Central Plains. It was not surprising that Shen Changfeng, as the commander-in-chief, had prepared for the worst-case scenario and prepared countermeasures.
Thinking of this, Chen Yue calmed down and listened quietly to the instructions from his superiors.
Shen Changfeng explained everything in detail, stating the most important points first. "If I perish, the first thing you must do is suppress the news. Everything must continue as normal, both internally and externally." A murderous glint shone in Shen Changfeng's eyes, and his tone grew stern. "These are wolves who only care about money and not human feelings. They are inherently tyrannical and ready to make a move. It's not something that ordinary people can control. Before... the imperial army arrives, you must not leak the news of my death."
There are currently 40,000 soldiers and horses left in Fancheng. Apart from the 600 elite soldiers brought by Shen Changfeng and the 10,000 reinforcements summoned by Qi Shouyi, most of the rest are bandits who have surrendered and have not been truly tamed. It is only because Shen Changfeng's tough tactics have kept them in awe that there has been no chaos. If he dies, the new and old factions in the army will inevitably turn against each other and fight to the death. Those daring bandits will also take the opportunity to switch sides and establish themselves as kings.
"You're steady, Jiang Jin is ruthless, and Qingsong is resourceful. The three of you should support and cooperate with each other to stabilize the situation and delay the battle for another three to five days without any problem... Then, go call Qin Ting; he'll know what to do."
"When the situation stabilizes, if nothing unexpected happens, the court will posthumously confer a title on me. I'm unmarried and childless, so the rewards the court gives me will still be handed over to the palace..." Shen Changfeng didn't expect that he could be so calm when talking about his own affairs after death. He found it quite interesting. Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "They don't care about those little things. You go and get the silver back. The things given by the emperor have been pawned at the ghost market."
Shen Changfeng took out a few rolls of names and handed them to Chen Yue. "If the court doesn't provide compensation to the soldiers as agreed, we'll use the money from these rolls to make up for it." He took out one of the lists and his tone became a little low. "In addition, we'll give an additional compensation to the brothers in the Fu Bo Army."
The elite troops he brought out this time have lost more than one hundred people, and the number is still increasing.
The more Chen Yue listened, the more frightened he became. Shen Changfeng said it was just in case, but almost every sentence he said started with "after I die". This didn't seem like a spur-of-the-moment explanation. He had been thinking about this day for a long time.
Shen Changfeng said: "The rest will be given to you and Qingsong as betrothal gifts. Yue Niang is a good girl, you must treat her well. Don't return to the palace in the future, go to Jingzhou... or somewhere else, both are good."
Chen Yue's eyes happened to fall on a name on the list. He looked up in a daze and met Shen Changfeng's understanding gaze.
Chen Yue thought to himself: So he knew!
In fact, Shen Changfeng had guessed it early on. When he realized that Chang Yuan was the one who delivered Li Jieyi, it was not difficult to guess Chen Yue's identity.
The trauma of the birth left a deep impression on Chang Yuan, who subsequently developed a strange nausea, which caused him to faint at the sight of blood. After he retired, his wife suffered a miscarriage, which worsened the symptoms. Deeply traumatized, Chang Yuan abandoned his family. His distraught wife remarried with their son, who was then sold to pay off a debt.
What happened in between is unclear, but in the end, Li Jieyi brought Chen Yue to Shen Changfeng. Thinking about it now, Shen Changfeng feels like he was being a nobody. Chang Yuan was his savior, and Li Jieyi wanted him to treat Chen Yue as a brother. He had already harbored a rebellious streak, and he couldn't stand her being kind to Chen Yue. He chose to go against her, constantly highlighting the disparity in their status and treating Chen Yue like a subordinate. It was only after Chen Yue's arrival that he finally lost his fear of the dark and began to truly learn his skills.
What Chang Yuan wanted to see was not his portrait, but the signature written by Chen Yue below.
Chen Yue knelt down, holding back the heat in his eyes, and said, "General, please stop talking!"
Shen Changfeng said: "You don't have to kneel to me anymore, you don't owe us anything. After this, you have given an explanation, and the favor is settled." If there is any debt, it is that he, Shen Changfeng, owes the Chang family.
Chen Yue had seen the difficulties Shen Changfeng faced when he was young, so he shook his head and said, "It was I who wanted to stay in the palace... No one forced me, I just wanted to stay with the general. When everything is settled, I would like to ask the general to propose marriage to the Lin family on my behalf."
Shen Changfeng smiled sincerely this time and said, "Okay."
Shen Changfeng took care of every detail, even thinking of places for Mo Qi and Achou to go, but he didn't mention anyone for a long time.
At the end of his speech, Shen Changfeng picked out two urgent reports. Perhaps because he had spoken out the important matter that was weighing on his mind, he felt the suffocation in his chest ease a little, and his tightly furrowed brow finally showed signs of loosening. He said, "Send someone to invite General Qi and the captains of the ferry to come and discuss the matter. Also, send this letter to Xiangyang."
This was the final deployment of the battle. Chen Yue accepted the order, but did not leave immediately. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "General... do you have any words for Doctor Lin?"
The military tent suddenly fell silent. Chen Yue waited for a long time but received no response. Just when he thought the leader wouldn't respond, Shen Changfeng spoke. His voice was very flat, his speech slow and deliberate, but his breath was still shaking uncontrollably.
"No, I have nothing to say to her."
A low horn sounded, and the King of Chu launched a general attack. The rebels came out in full force, and Fancheng also deployed all its troops. For three consecutive days, fierce fighting continued outside the city. The moat was dyed blood red, and a steady stream of wounded soldiers were sent to the medical tent.
The situation in the city was also not optimistic. After the enemy army surrounded the city, chaos began to break out everywhere. In order to avoid disaster, many people scrambled for opportunities to sneak out of the city from the lower reaches of the Han River. There were even tragedies where people pushed their wives and children into the river to fight for space on the boat.
Lin Meizhu was so busy that she was dizzy, running back and forth between the pharmacy, delivery room and medical tent, and sending abandoned children to temporary shelters such as temples.
That day, Lin Meiju got up early and rushed to the medical tent. Under the gloomy sky, she saw from a distance a vague human figure in the lingering miasma.
It was very cold, and the breath turned into white mist in an instant. Lin Meiju suspected that she had seen it wrong, but she still asked the driver to stop. When she looked carefully, she saw a small figure breaking through the thick fog. He was wearing thin clothes, with a small hood covering most of his face, and stumbling towards this side.
She pulled her cloak tighter and thought: This must be a child abandoned by his parents.
The child saw her on the street, stopped and wouldn't move.
Lin Meizhu waved at her and said softly, "Don't be afraid, come here. I have..."
The child suddenly pursed his lips, turned his head back, and burst into tears. His cry was full of grievance and sadness. Lin Meizhu was stunned for a moment, then saw a young girl walk out from behind the child. Su Yuwan's eyes were also red. She said, "She keeps crying."
Lin Meizhu's face froze, then her eyes widened, staring at the child in disbelief. Didn't Xiao Man'er leave with the evacuation team? How could this happen...?
No one helped Xiao Man'er braid her hair. Her hair was a mess under her hood, and her eyes were red and swollen. She hugged the cloth tiger tightly, standing in the cold wind, shivering and crying loudly. She stretched out the back of her hand to wipe her tears, "Eleventh Lady, I'm very good, please don't send me away..."
Hearing her sob, Lin Meizhu felt so distressed that she quickly ran forward, scooped the child up into her arms, and wrapped her tightly in her cloak. Little Man'er shivered with cold, gasping for air. Her tiny hands clutched tightly at Lin Meizhu's waist, sobbing, "Daddy's still here, Second Uncle's here, Youngest Uncle's here, Third Mother's here, Eleventh Mother's here too... If everyone else doesn't leave, I won't leave either. I want to wait for my daddy to come back. I want my daddy, sob, sob..."
Lin Meiju felt sad and guilty, tears falling from her eyes. She comforted her softly, warmed her face with her palms, rubbed her red hands, and blew hot air on her fingers.
Seeing that Xiao Man'er had mentioned everyone but herself, Su Yuwan snorted and muttered, "You heartless little thing!" Meeting Lin Meizhu's accusing gaze, Su Yuwan drooped her face again and said weakly, "She didn't want me to hold her."
A few days ago, the King of Chu appointed the Prince of Changping as deputy commander-in-chief of the Jingxiang army, ordering him to attack Nanyang immediately and then march south to support the battle of Fancheng. After receiving the order, the Prince of Changping delayed the attack, citing an epidemic in the army as an excuse.
Qin Yan immediately sensed a turning point and sent people to persuade Prince Changping to abandon his evil ways and join forces with the country. However, Prince Changping also refused to meet him, citing an epidemic in the army as an excuse.
Although Su Yuwan didn't understand the court, she knew that no matter which faction she fell into, she would likely face a disastrous end. After all, not all generals had connections with the Su family. She considered staying in the city and waiting to see what would happen. She left Xiao Man'er with her companions and tried to sneak off the boat, but Xiao Man'er spotted her. Xiao Man'er had been refusing to leave, and seeing the only person she knew abandon her, she burst into tears. Su Yuwan had no choice but to return with the child.
Lin Meiju sighed and thought to herself: She shouldn't have entrusted a child who hasn't grown up to a child who won't grow up!
Xiao Man'er was frightened, so Lin Meizhu made her some soothing medicine and stayed with her for a short while, planning to wait until the child fell asleep before leaving for the military camp. Su Yuwan also returned to Lin Meizhu's residence and was surprised to see so many women and children living in her home. Twenty or thirty people, but only two or three rooms? Where would they all live?
She soon found out. Lin Meiju handed her a quilt and took her to the cellar.
Su Yuwan was very disgusted and said, "I don't want to sleep in a bunk with so many people."
Lin Meizhu pointed to the door and said, "Then go ahead."
Su Yuwan quickly made the bed for herself.
Xiao Man'er fell asleep, but woke up as soon as she was out of someone's hands. Lin Meizhu handed her over to Su Yuwan, but Su Yuwan immediately refused: "I don't know how to take care of children!"
Seeing Lin Meizhu was about to raise her hand again, Su Yuwan wilted again. She was afraid of waking up Xiao Man'er, and she couldn't coax her well, so she whispered, "Then come back earlier."
Lin Meiju originally thought that the medical tent would become increasingly busy, but on the contrary, the number of wounded sent in the past two days was decreasing. She did not feel relaxed because of this. The doctors in the medical tent all realized a terrible fact - there were no extra people to carry the wounded.
The King of Chu had declared a ruthless assault, aiming to capture Fancheng before sunrise. His patience had worn thin, and he offered a hefty reward: a hundred gold coins for the wounded, a thousand for the charging attacker, and ten thousand for Shen Changfeng's head! His mercenary bandits, driven by greed, were brimming with fighting spirit, their courage growing with each battle. By comparison, the Fancheng forces were gradually losing ground.
Shen Changfeng immediately gave an order to line up the swordsmen and axemen behind the formation. If any soldier retreated in battle, he would be executed immediately without reporting. Not only that, the small flags would be guilty of the same crime and executed on the spot. If ten soldiers under the general flag escaped in succession, the general flag would also be guilty of the same crime.
This severe military order to stop killing by killing achieved immediate results. The fighting on the front lines became extremely fierce and the troops were in urgent need of manpower. All the wounded in the medical tent who were still able to move and hold weapons were urgently recalled to the front lines.
The war drums rolled, faster and fiercer. The thumping of the drums was so dense that it could break up the air. There was not even a moment to breathe. Every sound penetrated into people's hearts, and Lin Meiju's heart clenched tightly and beat wildly with the beat of the drums.
Lin Meiju rushed out of the military tent and saw the city walls, the towering walls of Xiangyang, and the walls of Fancheng which were closer to her. She found him almost instantly. His black armor was stained red with blood, and his face looked even paler in the glaring red.
She saw him climb onto the horse, leaving her with only his resolute and straight back.
Where was he going? Lin Meizhu wondered. Was he heading to another city gate to patch up the breach? Or was he heading into battle to boost morale? Or perhaps, with their forces desperately short, he was being sent into battle as the last remaining force.
No matter which one, once the battle situation stabilizes, the commander will return to the command position and continue to coordinate the overall situation.
Lin Meiju didn't know, it seemed all she could do was wait.
She waited until the exhausted soldiers who had fought bloody battles had been rotated twice, until the doctors in the medical tent had been evacuated with the rest of the military dependents, until she became familiar with the instructions conveyed by every drumbeat, from day to night, she waited for a long time, but still did not wait for Shen Changfeng to come back.
The cellar was quiet, and everyone held their breath, listening attentively to the sound of swords clashing from the ground. Occasionally, a few painful groans pierced through the darkness, and were particularly harsh, each one making people panic.
Fear was like a wandering ghost, penetrating every pore in this cramped space. It was infinitely magnified, drilling into the bones through the pores, gnawing at the inner calm inch by inch, and even the heartbeat in the chest became deafening.
They cried silently, their eyes wide with fear, and their hot tears fell on the children's faces and cheeks. They huddled together, back to back, giving each other support. Amid the roar of artillery fire and the noisy silence, they huddled together for warmth.
In the darkness, Lin Meiju was still counting the drumbeats silently, as if she was feeling the pulse of the dark night. Her heart followed the drumbeats, rising high and falling heavily. The power that hit the drumhead merged into her flesh and blood, resonating in her chest.
At a certain moment, the drumbeat stopped and Lin Meiju opened her eyes.
Her eyes were captivatingly bright, like stars quenched by fire. She met Lin Yue'e's eyes, Su Yuwan's eyes, and every pair of watery eyes in the darkness.
The sobbing in the cellar gradually died down, and something in the silence was slowly suppressed. The resentment and anger that had been accumulated in their hearts sprouted and kept rushing up, like a flame that was not suppressed, burning more and more vigorously, and then became boiling. With a "boom", it gathered into the light in their eyes, which was hot and bright. At a certain moment, those lights entangled together and twisted into a powerful force.
In the thick darkness, someone cursed softly: "Fuck!"
As the rebels were about to break through the city gates, hundreds of women in the city rushed onto the city walls.
Some of them carried farm tools, some carried bamboo baskets, some just held embroidery scissors, and some even carried babies on their backs. They brought all the weapons they could find to the city walls.
They tied scissors to a sturdy long clothesline pole, and when the rebels climbed up the city wall on ladders, they cut off the enemy's hands and then worked together to push the ladders away. They filled the pottery pots and iron pots used for cooking with kerosene and firewood, lit them, and poured them on the rebels who were swarming in. They moved the bricks and stones stored on the city wall and used rolling stones and broken tiles to smash the enemy leaders' heads until they were bleeding.
They are mothers, wives, and daughters. They come from the ridges of fields, stoves, embroidery rooms, and drug stores... The calluses, grease, needle marks, and smell of medicine on their hands are all different. But when the wind blows their bloody hair, when they look at the enemy troops gathering again and again under the city, and clench their weapons with stern faces, no one remembers what they were called before. They all have the same name - women, a group of women who dare to block knives on the city walls and defend their country with their lives, famous and upright women.
Then more and more people received the call, including women, craftsmen, and even the elderly, weak, and anyone who could fight, all spontaneously stood on the city wall.
Not only did the rebels fail to capture the city before dawn, but on the contrary, the morale of the Fancheng side was greatly boosted, and there was a faint momentum to turn the situation around.
Lin Meiju's hands were shaking uncontrollably as she beat the drum. Her physical strength had reached its limit. She knew that the same was true for the others on the city wall. Fancheng's victory was only temporary. Without a way to break the deadlock, they would not be able to hold on for long.
In the interwoven sweat, she saw Shen Changfeng.
Not inside the city, but outside the city walls.
His appearance aroused waves of cheers, both from Fancheng and the enemy. When the King of Chu saw Shen Changfeng's appearance, he was unwilling to be outdone and personally supervised the battle in order to boost morale.
Shen Changfeng was like a moving target, with arrows raining down on him wherever he went. The temptation of ten thousand taels of gold was too great. Even though Shen Changfeng had a hundred elite guards by his side, the enemy still swarmed out like flies and ants, chasing him closely.
Qi Shouyi, who was supervising the battle from the city wall, saw this situation and shouted, "Crossbowmen, listen up! Aim for the pursuers and shoot! Guards, listen up! Prepare to half-open the city gates! Close them immediately once the commander enters!"
On several occasions, the rebels had rushed to the front of Shen Changfeng's horse, but were repelled by Jiang Jin and others. Seeing that they were forced to be unable to get close to the city gate, the team quickly changed direction. Judging from the route, it seemed that they wanted to rush to the ferry and meet up with the reinforcements sent by the navy from Xiangyang.
The King of Chu stood at the bow of the ship. Seeing this movement, he immediately ordered a full-scale pursuit, hoping to completely destroy the morale of Fancheng by capturing and killing Shen Changfeng.
Lin Meiju saw that the pursuing rebels were gradually forming an encirclement, like a half-open pocket, moving quickly and slowly tightening, trying to suck in and swallow the team in front.
The distance between the two teams was quickly closing, and the rebel commander's warship was getting closer and closer to the rapidly moving black spot on the shore. The King of Chu saw clearly the miserable appearance of Shen Changfeng and his group, and he could not contain his excitement. He pressed his hand on the watchtower, his knuckles turning white, and ordered the artillery on both sides to prepare, striving to kill Shen Changfeng in one fell swoop.
Lin Meizhu's hands kept beating the drum, but she felt the drumbeats hitting her temples, which were jumping up and down. She saw that Shen Changfeng was hit by an arrow in the left shoulder, and saw him break off the tail end of the arrow feather, but the speed of his horse seemed to slow down gradually - until the figure of the King of Chu was completely exposed in front of him.
Lin Meizhu thought about what he was going to do, and her heartbeat accelerated violently, thump! thump! thump!
Shen Changfeng quickly pulled out three black-feathered arrows, put the bow on, stringed the bow, clicked his fingers, and drew the bow like a full moon. The sharp arrows, wrapped in a thousand pounds of force, pierced the air and headed straight for the commander's ship.
Seeing that Shen Changfeng was not running away, the King of Chu's men were alarmed and chaos suddenly broke out on the warship.
"Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!"
"Turn! Turn quickly!"
"It's a trick! This bastard must have a trick up his sleeve! Quickly cover the captain's retreat!"
The commander-in-chief's warship fired indiscriminately, but the three arrows, like eagles staring at their prey, with cold light shining on their tips, rushed towards the face of the King of Chu. One of them hit him right in the chest. The guards on the commander-in-chief's ship hurriedly supported the man and retreated to the cabin.
The rebels quickly launched a counterattack, and in a moment two more arrowheads pierced into Shen Changfeng's left shoulder blade, penetrating deep into the flesh and bones, causing blood to flow.
Shen Changfeng took the bow handed to him by the guard and drew the string again, this time using his right hand.
The old wound on the broken finger began to hurt, as if thousands of arrows were piercing his finger at the same time, and the wound began to bleed. Shen Changfeng sat upright on the horse's back, his dark eyes revealing a compelling concentration. His taut forearm did not move at all, and the sharp arrowhead moved rapidly following a certain point on the side of the ship.
Several fierce rebel generals broke through the guards. Chen Yue was entangled and unable to escape. He shouted, "Protect the general!"
Shen Changfeng was not distracted by this. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a "buzz" sound, the arrow flew off the string and flew towards the person on the side of the boat again.
Two moments later, there was a commotion on the rebel ship, but it soon subsided, replaced by another sharper scream from the shore.
Shen Changfeng just lowered the bowstring when he saw someone approaching from the corner of his eye. He reached for the sword at his waist, but he had already lost the initiative. The other party raised the sword high and slashed at his neck!
The black horse was frightened, and it jumped up its front hooves high, letting out a long and trembling neigh. The sharp blade cut through Shen Changfeng's right cheek and chopped heavily on his left shoulder. The remaining force had not yet dissipated and it hit Achou's back.
A trace of blood spurted out from Shen Changfeng's throat, and it froze in the air for a moment, then the man and the horse fell down with a bang.
The elite soldiers around them were so angry that their eyes were about to burst, and they cried out in unison: "General!!"
There was silence on the city wall for a moment.
Lin Meizhu dropped the drumstick in her hand. She stared at the flag lying on the ground. Beads of sweat fell on her eyelids, stinging them. However, her eyelashes remained motionless, and she silently chanted in her heart: Get up, get up, get up...
However, this time the red flame flag was not raised as quickly as before. The vermilion flagpole fell into the bloodstained mud. Horses roared past, and the flag was soon buried in the yellow sand.
Thunderous cheers rang out from the enemy camp. Amid the clamor of beating drums, the voices of Chen Yue and others seemed small and helpless.
“Retreat! Retreat!!”
"Open the city gate! Open the city gate quickly!!"
The sound of horse hooves became rapid and frantic, shaking the city walls. Lin Meiju felt as if the heavy horse hooves were stepping on her heart, and she felt as if something in her heart was crushed.
Everything around her ears became noisy, many people were screaming, many people were running, she could not hear what they were saying or doing, but one sentence was echoing clearly in her mind.
"The general used to be able to shoot with both hands, that was truly amazing!"
Lin Meizhu murmured to herself: He used to be able to shoot with both hands, he used to be able to shoot with both hands, he used to be able to shoot with both hands...
She felt hot and cold, and felt a little unsteady and dizzy. Even the city wall she was standing on was shaking. After a huge "boom", she heard increasingly frightened shouts.
The city gate was breached.
The memory that followed became chaotic. She remembered many hands trying to pull her off the wall, and even more hands pulling her back. Men and women grabbed her arms and ran down the wall, dragging her along as she ran. Sometimes it was others pulling her, and sometimes she was pulling others.
The cavalry poured into the city gate and quickly dispersed the crowd.
Lin Meizhu's armor was heavy, so she took it off as she ran. She dodged two light cavalrymen and slipped into a narrow crack in the alley's wall. Her hand, covering her mouth and nose, trembled. She listened to the clatter of horses' hooves recede, and just as her heart was about to drop, a magnified, twisted smile appeared before her.
Lin Meizhu screamed and was pulled out by the grinning soldier's hand. Lin Meizhu took advantage of the soldier's unpreparedness and kicked him hard in the lower body. The soldier dodged quickly and became furious. He was about to scold her, but when he saw Lin Meizhu's pretty face, his expression slowly improved.
Lin Meizhu was forced into a corner by him and shouted harshly: "Do you know who I am?"
The soldier saw her graceful demeanor, her delicate figure, and her expression of dignity and righteousness, without any fear. He thought she must be the family member of a high-ranking official or general in the city. He sneered, "Who are you? It's useless. Even Shen Changfeng is dead. Who can protect you..."
Before he could finish his words, the soldier was hit on the back of his head, leaving a bloody hole. Just as he was about to turn around to check, Lin Meizhu rushed forward, pulled out the dagger from her sleeve, pressed down on his shoulder, and stabbed him fiercely with gritted teeth, "It's your uncle!!!"
The blade got stuck in the soldier's ribs after using too much force. Lin Meizhu stepped on the soldier's abdomen twice and tried to pull it out, but failed. She snatched the brick from Su Yuwan's hand and smashed it hard on the soldier's head. Su Yuwan was already terrified. She cried and found another brick and started smashing it with him. After making sure the man was dead, they were both splattered with blood. Lin Meizhu reached out and grasped Su Yuwan's neck, leaving messy bloody fingerprints, and said, "Cellar! Back to the cellar!!"
The two of them ran as fast as they could. A tabby cat followed them and ran around wildly, gradually becoming exhausted and unable to keep up. Lin Meiju grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck with one hand. Seeing the sound of horse hooves approaching behind her, she stuffed the cat into Su Yuwan's arms, pushed her back hard into an alley that was only wide enough for one person, and turned to run to the other end.
When the two cavalrymen saw Lin Meiju falling behind, they really rode their horses to chase after her.
Lin Meizhu ran across the moat embankment, all she saw was devastation, broken walls, and flames rising into the sky. She could no longer see the scenery of the past, nor the people of the past. She bit her lip tightly, holding back her strength and rushing forward desperately, tears flying behind her. When the sound of horse hooves became clear behind her, Lin Meizhu reached out and pulled out the red rope from around her neck, tightly grasped the bone whistle underneath, and blew with all her might -
The whistle had not stopped blowing, and the clear neighing of the horse pierced the sky. In the raging flames, a snow-white horse without a single strand of hair galloped out on the waves of fire. Its hooves sounded like thunder and its gallop was as fast as lightning. It rushed towards the source of the call with an unswerving attitude.
At the moment when the figure of man and horse were about to change, Lin Meizhu grabbed the reins with one hand, pressed the horse's back with the other hand, jumped up, flew onto the horse, and shouted: "Go!"
Upon hearing the command, the jade lion's body instantly stretched like a bow, its mane pulled straight by the wind, and it flew backwards like a white curtain, suddenly charging towards the pursuing light cavalry. The two mounts were frightened by its momentum, and they raised their heads and neighed, raised their front hooves and dodged to the side, and then both the horses and the riders rolled down the slope from the river bank.
Everything Shen Changfeng had taught her, word for word, flooded into her mind. Only then did she realize that his words had been deeply engraved in her heart, never to be forgotten. His good and his bad, without her realizing it, had become a part of her.
It was at this moment that Lin Meizhu finally understood what the word Shen Changfeng and Yu Shizi said the most was.
run.
Run faster, faster, run as hard as you can, run with all your might, you want to take her away from pursuers, across the sea of fire, away from all dangers, you want to take her through the jungle, onto the top of the mountain, run to where there is wind, run to where there is light. You want to take her to freedom.
The wind from the mountains and fields rushed into Lin Meizhu's chest. She turned around and looked at the military camp that had become a sea of fire, tears streaming down her face.
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