Jiangzhou.
After the reinforcements arrived, the Northern Di people who broke into Dayong from Yueling Pass were defeated step by step. It was estimated that in another three months, they could be driven out of Yueling Pass.
Late at night, in the military tent, Huo Wuyou had just finished discussing the war with Shen Chiyan. At this moment, he was not wearing armor, but only a jacket over his clothes.
He held the longevity purse that Sui Yunlang had mentioned without any sentimentality in his hand and played with it for a while. The soft look in his eyes was completely different from the Marquis of Lin'an who was killing everyone on the battlefield. He thought from time to time: Awan must be very worried about him at this moment.
Thinking of this, his bright phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, making his face look even more youthful and alluring. Even though he had some fine stubble on his face due to neglect these days, he did not look depressed, but rather looked a bit more robust.
At this moment, someone rushed into the military tent in a hurry. Huo Wuyou put away his purse and saw that it was his trusted deputy general. He asked, "What's the matter?"
I thought the Northern Di were making another move, but I saw the deputy general's face was full of excitement, tears of joy as he said, "My Lord... While I was leading my men on an inspection, I discovered a severely injured man. He seemed to be from the Northern Di and requested to see you, My Lord!"
Huo Wuyou's brows tightened: "Who is it?"
…
When Huo Wuyou followed the deputy general to another military tent, he saw a man covered in blood lying quietly on the couch. His face was pale, his breath was weak, and his eyes were closed.
The closer he got, the more solemn Huo Wuyou became, his steps trembling slightly. He stared at the face without blinking. It was so familiar, yet he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He walked cautiously, as if afraid that the joy that was about to burst out would be dashed...
It took him a long time to find his voice again, and he called out tentatively, "Brother?"
His voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were red unconsciously. He called out again: "Brother..."
The man slowly opened his eyes and met Huo Wuyou's gaze.
It was a face that was 50% similar to Huo Wuyou's, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised like his, but it looked much more stable, unlike Huo Wuyou, who had a casual and unrestrained look in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows even though he had no expression on his face.
“Big Brother!”
A drop of heat flashed across the corner of Huo Wuyou's eyes for a moment. He knelt beside the bed, his eyes filled with surprise and helplessness. He looked carefully at the person he had met again after a long separation, and the long-lost dependence in his eyes was rekindled.
Beside the bed, the military doctor said, "My Lord, the young master's external injuries are not life-threatening. He has just lost too much blood and is temporarily weak. He needs to rest. Except..."
Before the military doctor finished speaking, Huo Wuyou suddenly froze.
At this moment, Huo Wuzhi was covered with a quilt, and Huo Wuyou's hand that was about to touch his arm missed.
But Huo Wuji just smiled in a comforting manner, and slowly stretched out half of his broken arm from under the quilt: "I'm fine, it's an old injury, it won't take my life."
After hesitating for a moment, Huo Wuyou held his broken arm in a daze. His right hand, which could hold swords, spears, and halberds and command the three armies in the past, had disappeared from the elbow down.
"Who did it?" Huo Wuyou said coldly: "Who hurt big brother!"
Huo Wuzhi just shook his head and tried to sit up with his left arm. Huo Wuyou hurried to help him until he sat firmly. Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, Huo Wuyou dismissed the other people in the tent.
When they were alone, Huo Wuji didn't mention his injury. He just looked at Huo Wuyou with a sense of relief: "It's been a few years since we last met, and you're already leading troops into battle. When I first heard that you were the general of Dayong, I couldn't believe it."
Huo Wuyou just lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Although he had not been doing his job properly since childhood, he was born into a family of generals. Since he could remember, his father had forced him to learn martial arts and study military tactics. He was already very skilled and had even been tied to the battlefield. As for leading troops and fighting, he was not as clueless as the rumors said. It could even be said that he was far better than most children of officials in Huajing.
But……
Huo Wuyou said, "But if I had been able to fight alongside my father and elder brother, perhaps everything would not have turned out this way."
"Don't be silly." Huo Wuji laughed and said, "Fortunately, you stayed behind at that time, otherwise the Huo family would really not have been able to keep even a leader."
To prevent Huo Wuji from getting upset again, Huo Wuyou suppressed the sobs in his throat and said, "Brother, where have you been these past few years? Why did you..."
"Beidi." Huo Wuji lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I have been trapped in Beidi."
He seemed to be recounting an ordinary matter, but the slight frown between his brows betrayed the excruciating pain he felt at the moment. "I was captured by the Northern Di. They spared my life and tried to force the military secrets of the Great Yong from me. If I refused to speak up, they would have crippled my right arm."
After saying this, he smiled slightly: "...In the end, it became like this."
"Brother..." The calmer Huo Wuzhi was, the more heartbroken Huo Wuyou felt.
Who doesn't know Huo Wuji, the young master of Lin'an Mansion? He has a distinguished family background, handsome appearance, and is gifted since childhood. He started to learn at the age of three, and was taken to the battlefield by Lin'an at the age of ten. He officially led troops at the age of fourteen, and at the age of sixteen, he led an army alone to capture the head of a Beidi general.
That year he returned triumphantly. When he arrived in Huajing, the people lined the streets to welcome him. The streets were deserted. What a magnificent sight! There were so many people in fine clothes and on horses. What a magnificent scene... If it hadn't been for that unexpected event, how could the Northern Di have had the courage to invade Dayong?
But in just one night, everything was gone like smoke. When people mentioned this name again, they sighed. They sighed that the star general of Dayong fell in the yellow sand of Yueling Pass, and sighed that the young man with extraordinary talent in the past was only a handful of yellow earth.
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