Chapter 30 Linyou Season
The sound of fighting was right beside my ears. The shaking armor cast a shadow in the strong sunlight. Blood splattered on my face and hands, and my blood vessels beat rapidly in my temples and ears.
Ji Linyou felt that the world before his eyes was nothing but illusion. The hot excitement completely controlled him, immersing him in the continuous buzzing sound, and he only focused on swinging his sword to face the enemy in front of him.
He had followed his father and grandfather into battle, and had naturally killed enemies and shed blood before, but that was for the future of the Tang Dynasty, which he didn't quite understand, and for the strategies formulated by his superiors. But this was the first time that he had an extremely clear goal -
For the sake of the county lord, for the sake of King Changhua to whom three generations of the Ji family have been loyal, and for the sake of stabilizing Anxi Qiuci, the most important place in the northwest, he is willing to give everything and risk his life.
The defense line had been breached, and the Western Fan army was fighting like a trapped beast, with a frenzied attack. Even though he and the veterans fought hard, they were no match for them.
Qian Deng's instructions before setting off echoed in his ears: "If you are not numerous enough to resist the enemy, your safety is paramount. Return to the camp quickly and join me in retreating."
But faced with the overwhelming onslaught of Western soldiers, both sides were already engrossed in killing, unable to escape. Furthermore, he was only a clerk for the Imperial Guards. Although he had fought in battles before, he had no experience in deploying troops. In this rapidly changing battlefield, and in unfamiliar terrain, he had no idea how to reverse his attack and retreat.
There was smoke and dust ahead. The elite Western Fan people were unable to break out from the north and had gathered to attack here.
Seeing the powerful attack coming towards them, the veterans knew they could not withstand it and immediately retreated to his side.
But the Western Fan army had already formed an encirclement and they were trapped. Now, let alone retreating in time, they were surrounded by enemies on all sides and were about to engage in a tough battle.
At the critical moment, they suddenly heard the sound of iron cavalry. A group of soldiers rushed out from the side and rushed straight into the encirclement. They chopped down the leading soldiers in a few strokes, and the Western Fan army was immediately in chaos.
Seeing that the enemy's attack was fierce and fierce, they were defeated in a few strokes. Ji Linyou and the veterans were overjoyed that they had escaped from the desperate situation.
Looking up, they saw the other side's uniforms and cheered, "It's the Shuofang Army!"
"Prince Linhuai is personally leading the Beiting Army to reinforce us!"
Ji Linyou and everyone else were greatly encouraged. They took advantage of the chaos to hack down the approaching soldiers in front of them, broke out of the encirclement and looked up.
He was very familiar with the tall and majestic figure on the majestic black horse, but he didn't dare to recognize it for a moment.
The phoenix-wing helmet blocked most of his face, but there was no way Ji Linyou could have mistaken his figure and aura.
"Cousin..." He uttered these two words subconsciously, but looking at the man on horseback who was as majestic as a god, he fell into shock and confusion again, and did not dare to utter the following three words "Ling Tianshui".
The Shuofang Army was extremely brave, and those who could fight in close combat with Prince Linhuai were the elite among the elite. They defeated the Western Fan Army in a few strokes, leaving them in disarray.
All that could be heard were shouts and whistles. The Shuofang army was like wolves among a flock of sheep, chasing and killing the remaining bandits.
Li Yingshang's gaze rested on Ji Linyou. Seeing him staring at him with his tongue tied to his throat, he stopped his horse and asked him, "Come together and attack from the front and back?"
Listening to this familiar voice and looking at this familiar figure, although he saved himself, but thinking about what he had done to him for Meng Lanxi before, Ji Linyou still felt a little awkward: "No, the county lady asked me to patrol and support, so you guys are responsible for chasing the remaining soldiers."
Li Yingshang didn't force it and turned his horse to catch up. Amid the chaotic sounds of horses' hooves and fighting, he seemed to hear Ji Linyou's last words: "Cousin, thank you..."
He turned around and saw a trace of embarrassment and relief on Ji Linyou's cheerful face, but before he could see clearly, he had turned around and just raised his hand to wave goodbye.
Li Yingshang raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at him for a moment, then galloped towards the Beiting army, a torrent of armored soldiers rushing forward, unstoppable.
Seeing that the veterans were either dispersed by the Western Fan Army or were still being hunted down, Ji Linyou immediately went to look for his horse, preparing to reorganize his troops and return to defend.
As the sounds of fighting faded away, he couldn't help but look in the direction where the Shuofang army was heading.
The figure galloping on the horse, with its terrifying and majestic appearance, made him feel admiration and fear.
This was the King of Linhuai that he had heard of countless times in rumors, but no matter how miraculous the rumors were, they were not as shocking as seeing him in person.
He watched the iron cavalry of Prince Linhuai sweep across the wilderness, and the most important thing finally came to his mind - but why would such a person hide his identity and enter the county lord's backyard as a candidate for fiancé?
At the last moment, he took the county lady hostage and left, but in the end, only the county lady came back. What happened between them at that time that broke the county lady's heart and made Cui Fufeng finally make up his mind to become a candidate for the county lady's husband?
Standing on the vast northwest land, surrounded by the whirling wind of the battlefield and the smell of blood, he realized that now was not the time to think about these things.
He paused, trying his best to clear his mind, and pulled back his horse. Just as he was about to jump on the saddle and summon the veterans, he heard a slight "click" sound from behind.
Before I could figure out what the sound was, I felt a chill on my back.
He looked down and saw a long knife piercing his chest. In the sunlight, the blood-stained tip of the knife looked so familiar.
The back of the one-handed sword was three times thicker than usual, and the blade narrowed rapidly. But before this pointed blade was a sharp, short, rounded tip.
This sword was modified after the Fengtian Incident because a copper auspicious tiger ornament was added to the tip of the scabbard of the guards in front of the Forbidden Palace.
——It is exactly the same knife that killed Shi Jingning and Princess Changyi.
And now, the same knife pierced his body.
Before he could come to his senses, blood spurted out of his heart and his body slowly fell down.
The moment the other party pulled back the knife and his body collapsed, he finally saw the familiar face of the murderer.
So it was him...
At this moment of dying, the fear of death did not come, only worry and resentment surged into my heart.
No wonder Shi Jingning refused to reveal who killed him until his death.
No wonder the Lord of Changyi died, and no wonder Yan Penglai, who knew the inside story, buried the truth in silence.
No wonder the lady pointed at all the people in front of her before she died, asking the county lady to marry one of them and take him home.
Fortunately... Fortunately, the county lady has returned home, and fortunately, Prince Linhuai is by her side.
So he could leave without worrying too much.
There is already someone in this world who can protect the county lady.
However, when he lost consciousness, he still felt some unspeakable regret in his heart.
That night, he had just entered the county lord's backyard.
He turned around and saw her figure reflected in the window by the light.
The night wind disturbed the palace lanterns and made them sway slightly. The figure of the county lady moved slightly on the window and also rippled in his heart, like ripples floating and lingering, which could not be shaken off.
He had never known what it was like to be heartbroken in his life, but from then on, that indelible figure was imprinted in his heart, and he could never forget it.
Unfortunately, I never had the chance to tell her.
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