Chapter 200 No More War
In order to draw the arrows to A Luying, Ana Luo and A Luying acted as targets together.
Anaro was hit by arrows on his back, legs, and hands. The sword in his right hand fell to the ground, and the bright red blood stained his clothes.
The arrow pierced into the flesh, and the pain was like the teeth of a wild beast biting into the body.
It hurts a lot, all over my body.
The pain made his eyes wet.
At this time, Ana Luo realized that his memory was not that good.
The little kid named Zhizhi from Black Bandit Mountain was right.
He lied.
He deceives others and himself.
He told himself that it didn't hurt, and even if it really hurt, he could forget it.
But at this moment, he realized that he remembered every bit of pain he had ever felt.
The pain of being scratched by swords, the pain of being whipped and abused, the pain of being bitten by wild beasts... and the pain of holding my father's body.
All the pain came at this moment.
Click, click.
Rain fell from the sky.
One drop, two drops, three drops...millions of drops of water fell, and the rain washed over his face.
Water stains flowed down the corners of his eyes.
The sound of soldiers and horses could be heard all around.
Dayu's ambush troops rushed out, and Mi Po's soldiers in the city also rushed out.
A Luying forced himself to stand up, with a knife in his hand.
Analo was lying on the ground, his sword no longer in his hand.
"Go to hell!" A Luying chopped at Anaro's neck with a knife:
Ana Luo's eyes were red as he looked at the falling knife and suddenly smiled.
He dodged to the side, and suddenly raised his left hand from his waist, a cold light flashing.
A Luying didn't know why Anaro was laughing. Before he could chop down with the knife in his hand, a dagger was suddenly inserted into his throat.
"You...huh...huh..." A Luying's eyes widened and blood kept flowing out of his mouth.
Analo pulled out the dagger, and blood splattered everywhere, which was instantly washed away by the falling rain.
The seven-headed snake on the dagger was stained bloody.
A Luying fell in the mud, covering the bloody hole in his throat, his wide-open eyes no longer moving.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Una broke through Dayu's encirclement and finally ran to Anaro with several soldiers.
Una picked up Anaro's body and galloped back to the city on horseback.
When he put Anaro down from the horse, Una discovered that the arrow in Anaro's back had pierced his heart.
"Your Majesty, hold on. The witch doctor will come and treat you right away and apply medicine..."
Unaghai's hand on Anaro's heart was shaking, and blood was seeping from between his fingers.
Ana Luo's lips were as white as paper, and he was still smiling at this time.
Ana Luo held the dagger, and the wound on his hand pierced by the arrow was hideous:
"Una... did you see that? I, I avenged my father..."
Una held Anaro's hand, his eyes red as if bloodshot:
"I saw it, well done... Anaro, you did a good job..."
Una's voice was very hoarse as she called Anaro's name, just like when Anaro was little.
He knew that this child had been like this since he was young. After finishing something, he would definitely do better if others praised him.
So he always praised Ana Luo, and later on, he even couldn't bear to scold him.
"cough……"
After hearing this, Anaro's eyes narrowed further, but then he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Una... Father said I'm not fit to be king... Father was right. I'm so impulsive... I only know how to fight wars, not govern a country..."
Una's lips trembled: "Ana Luo, you have done very well, you have tried your best..."
He held Analo's hand, and in addition to the arrow wound, he felt dense scars.
Una's tears fell.
He had seen the hands of many young men of Dayu in Chang'an.
The boy who studies has long, white hands, the boy who farms has strong and sturdy hands, and the boy who is a slave has many frostbites and bruises on his hands.
But no pair of hands were as covered with scars as those of seventeen-year-old Anaro, as numerous as the lines on his hands.
"Ana Luo, you've done very well... You're still young, I can still teach you anything you don't know, as long as we return to Mipo--"
"I can't go back..." Ana Luo shook his head. "Uuna, take them back... From now on, you are the king of Mipo."
He didn't hold a knife or a sword, and lay in Una's arms and spoke softly, looking very much like a child:
"When I sent out my troops, I thought I would never be able to return... Fortunately... I have avenged my father, and the civil unrest in Mipo has been quelled..."
Ana Luo gasped for breath, and every breath was accompanied by a pain like tearing through his chest:
"You, you know how to govern a country better than my father and I. You go and become the new king of Mipo, go... go and govern Mipo well, and make it a prosperous country like Dayu... so that Mipo's people can have enough food to eat, have clothes to wear, and be able to study..."
"...Let other countries never dare to trample on us, humiliate us, or rob us again. Go, go and realize your wish, and build the country you want..."
Una hugged Anaro, his teeth and tongue trembling:
"well……"
He burst into tears: "When we go back... you don't have to govern, and you don't have to fight... You can go hunting like those boys in the forest, climb trees, catch fish in the river, and fight for beautiful girls... You can have fun... okay..."
Una's tears mixed with the rain and fell on Anaro's forehead.
Ana Luo in his arms did not answer.
Not moving at all.
The dagger fell into the puddle on the ground, and his hand had already loosened.
There was a faint smile on his face, a smile that was so quiet and well-behaved.
Una recalled that before Anaro went to the battlefield at the age of eight, he had also smiled quietly like this, been shy, and cried.
But this child never cried again after he was eight years old, and he never said a word of pain when he was injured or captured.
Until death...
Una handed Anaro's body to the soldiers, stood up despite the pain, and gave orders to the entire army.
He commanded the Mi Po army to break out to the south and flee all the way south.
The shouts of fighting and the blood were washed away by the rain.
The summer rainstorms come and go.
The sky brightened again.
The sun has already set in the west, like a bleeding eye.
Everything in the world was crimson in that eye.
Mi Po's army and Dayu's army galloped in a sea of crimson.
The shadows of the thousands of soldiers and horses were stretched and deformed by the setting sun.
Heavy shadows like roads,
Across the entire country.
The top of Black Bandit Mountain was dyed orange by the sunset.
Orange light fell into the hut on the top of the mountain, illuminating a white crocodile on the ground.
The body is very large and the limbs are very short.
Looks fierce and stupid.
Su Zhizhi and Xue Che squatted on the ground and watched.
Xue Che: "Is this the Earth Dragon?"
"He said this is called a crocodile, not a dragon." Su Zhizhi took a small white stone and drew a smaller crocodile next to it.
Xue Che: "Does Mi Po have many crocodiles?"
Su Zhizhi: "He said they often see it in the lake in their forest. Mipo seems to be a very magical place."
The two walked out of the cabin, and the loose hair on their foreheads was blown by the evening breeze.
There is the aroma of food in the wind.
Xue Che looked towards the south: "Do you consider Ana Luo as a friend?"
Su Zhizhi shook her head: "How is that possible? He almost brought his men to kill us and destroy our village. I will never forgive him."
Xue Che looked at Su Zhizhi: "Hmm?"
"Though I do not forgive—"
Su Zhizhi changed her tone slightly, fiddling with the pebbles in her hand, "But I think he is a very courageous man, a bit like the villagers in our village."
"When he was drawing the crocodile, I saw so many scars on the back of his hands and arms."
"One day when you weren't here, he told me that even if Mi Po was as small as a mouse or an ant, she wouldn't want to be bullied by Dayu, who was as big as a crocodile. He didn't like fighting, but he hated being bullied even more."
Xue Che nodded: "I understand what he means."
The sunset glow on the horizon is brilliant, the last ray of light before the day completely disappears.
Su Zhizhi's eyes were also bright, and she whispered to Xue Che:
"He's not a good man, but I hope he can avenge his father and never fight a war again."
"Well, no more wars."
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