Chapter Ninety-One: One Will Succeed and Ten Thousand Bones Will Wither
Time is a magical thing, and when you are bored, you can feel like a long time and think about how to run out. But when you are with your beloved, you will feel very short, thinking about how you can do more in your limitations.
At this time, in front of the palace gate, the group of scholars who regarded death as if they were at home were shot into a sieve by sharp arrows, and the blood was sprinkled in the moat, staining a pool of green carp and breaking the hearts of a world.
The guards had already gathered at the gate of the palace, and Lu Fusheng looked at these vivid lives in an instant, and they turned into cold corpses. This scene seems to have been seen last night, and it seems to have been seen before. How can such a scene be in Lu Fusheng's mind, he has always seen it.
In the first line of defense, there were only some unarmed scholars left, and they were soon subdued by Wuhou. Wuhou, who had just shed tears for his brother, saw the red in front of the palace, and he didn't need to see it with his own eyes, he already knew what was going on.
Wuhou knelt on the ground with a puff, and roared angrily with dull eyes: "Brother, I want to avenge you." β
Picking up the bayonet left by the scholar casually, like a wild bull that had lost control, he rushed in the direction of the palace, and when he passed the place where the flanks were assembled, Lu Fusheng stepped out of it and kicked the crazy Marquis to the ground with one kick.
"Don't forget, you still have an old mother to support, and you still have a future. Just on the wall of the fang, Lu Fusheng understood why this martial marquis was crying and why he was heartbreaking.
Wuhou said dementedly: "It's gone, there's nothing." The home is gone, the brother is gone, and the grandfather is gone. β
"Ahh
A man will bear all the hardships of life alone, but he will also be crushed by life, and if his brother is gone, it is the last piece of iron that crushes the camel. A man who has been depressed for too long is really easy to give up everything in an instant.
Wuhou still stood up and rushed towards the palace without hesitation.
Buddhism says: Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter. But he didn't say whether to save the person who was going to die first. Even if it is saved, it is not considered a merit.
Lu Fusheng turned around, not wanting to see the scene of this martial marquis dying in front of his eyes. Lu Fusheng wanted to save him, not out of kindness. It's a little experience of this martial marquis, which is similar to that of his master Huang Chao.
Huang Chao also persuaded a person in this way not to do things that he knew was death. But there was no response, who still chose to die, and then Huang Chao, like this Wuhou, lost his desire for life, and drank every night to numb his nerves.
At first, Lu Fusheng was still young, and he didn't understand why a person would like to drink those choking liquids so much. One day in the future, Lu Fusheng understood what it was like for Master to drink wine in those nights.
"Poof. β
With a soft sound, the sharp arrow pierced Wu Hou's heart very accurately. There is no meaning to be painful, Wu Hou still has a relieved smile on his face, maybe at this moment, for this Wu Hou, it is not to deprive him of the right to live, but to be relieved after crossing a thousand sails.
"Something's wrong, Lord Wei. β
In the distance, a fast horse rushed over.
Jin Longwei, who did not know the situation, quickly raised the bow and arrow in his hand again, and all the staff finished aiming.
"Phewβ"
A flanker stepped down from the fast horse, looking very young. The young flanker half-knelt in front of Lu Fusheng and reported: "Lord Wei, at a distance from the East City to the east of the third square, there are thousands of scoundrels marching towards the East Market, and those scoundrels are all carrying things in their hands, and they don't seem to be good at stubble. King Wei specially ordered the flankers to rush to support, and the big guys had already rushed to the East City to stand by. β
Lu Fusheng instructed the other flanks: "There is only one horse, and when we all rush over, the daylilies will be cold." You help Wuhou again, guard Xuanwu Avenue, and I'll go alone." β
"Boom. β
The sound of explosions in the West Market resounded in the sky, and the fire soared into the sky. Even the Xuanwu Avenue, which is far away from Lixi City, is as bright as daylight at this moment, and several sparks burst out, and even a few squares near the West Market have also appeared on fire.
Lu Fusheng had no choice but to temporarily change the order and said to the flankers: "All the water attribute flankers rushed to the West City to rescue at the highest speed, and the others continued to guard the mission." It's not a trivial matter. After I finish dealing with the affairs of Dongshi, I will rush over immediately. β
"Ann. β
The wingmen half-knelt on the ground and took the order.
"Horses, lend me them. "Straddle the horse, swing the whip, and kick the horse in the belly. Lu Fusheng rode a fast horse and already headed in the direction of Dongshi.
More than a dozen guards were left behind, squatting under the wall of Xuanwu Avenue, watching Wuhou count the corpses one by one, and clean up the blood stains that had coagulated on the ground.
The curfew in Bo'an City, the chaos on the streets, but it did not affect the obedient people who did not go to the streets. The outside of the house is sad, and the inside of the house is happy.
Just as Xiao Ziping and Wang Fatzi, who were sealed in the Yipin Building, were still drinking and talking, the hot pot was steaming, the wine bottles on the table were piled up into a hill, and Wang Fatzi's sweat-soaked clothes, Xiao Ziping held the wine glass and called the pillar next to him brothers.
The two of them were fine, and under the table, countless young men were asleep on the ground. Others hugged the bench and kissed their daughters-in-law hotly.
is also like the eight plates and eight bowls in front of Li Ningru in the inn. This is the cook's housekeeping skill, and under the warm hospitality of the innkeeper, Li Ningru had to eat only one small bite of each and put down the chopsticks. and deliberately chatted with the innkeeper about other trivial things, if asked, for girls, the easiest excuse is to lose weight.
Life goes on, as long as you abide by the law, all the suffering in this world will not come to you.
Time is running forward, and the sound of fighting in the West Market is also dissipating little by little.
In the absence of support, the Wuhou and Tiger Ben troops in Xishi paid the price of hundreds of people to surrender all the dozens of dead soldiers, but the dead soldiers are dead soldiers after all, even if they are not dead and captured alive, they will quickly find a way to commit suicide and return their lives to this small world.
In addition to fighting, the West Market has long been a sea of fire, and the young men in each shop who are guarding the door have taken the initiative to carry buckets to extinguish the fire, but in the face of the raging fire, it is useless.
After the battle, Wuhou didn't even have time to rest. Those who were seriously injured were carried to a corner and awaited treatment. Those who were slightly injured found a piece of white cloth to wrap in at random, and rushed to the fire with their comrades.
The deceased Wuhou was also carried to the corner, waiting for tomorrow's family to claim and receive the pension.
There was a slightly injured tiger sergeant, throwing away the saber that saw the gap, and secretly sighed that the officials in Anyang were really corrupt to the extreme, and even dared to be greedy for the cost of ordnance, and spat at the ground full of viscous blood.
"Fuck, what the world, the people who work hard on the front line have no money to eat, and the dogs who sit back and enjoy the wealth of their families. "This lightly injured Tiger Benjun is obviously a cynical and angry youth.
There are still people who understand in Wuhou, and those who have already recognized the social class warned: "Don't talk nonsense, it will be heard by people with a heart, and you won't have any land to sell your life if you want to." β
"Lao Tzu is not afraid, Lao Tzu has land at home, but it is really not good, just go home and farm. β
The understanding person said quietly: "Then you have to have a life." β
"Are you kid looking for a fight?"
The angry Qinghu Benjun came up and grabbed Wuhou's neckline, and he was about to swing his fist.
"Master Jun, I can warn you, tonight is the first cooperation between the Tiger Benjun and Wuhou. If there is a gap, I believe it will not be too much, and tomorrow you will be driven out of the Tiger Army and expelled from the army. β
"Forget it, the fights are all Bo'an people, what's the difference between it and this group of thugs if it's so noisy, it's better to hurry up and work. The fire was burning to the eyebrows. You still have the heart to fight, you really don't have a brain, hurry over and help raise a hand, deal with it earlier, and rush to fight the fire. β
The peacemaker on the side lifted the upper limbs of the dead soldier and waited for Sergeant Huben to come and take the handle and lift the other side.
Under the urging, the fist that the angry green tiger sergeant stopped in mid-air did not land on Wuhou's face. When Wu Hou warned, Sergeant Qinghu Ben regretted his impulsiveness a little, and at this moment, a peacemaker gave him a step, so he naturally hurried down.
The angry green tiger sergeant said viciously: "Don't let me see you, yin and yang weird guy, or I will break your leg next time." β
"No, what is this?"
The peacemaker suddenly found a token that had fallen out of the dead man's arms. In the moonlight, the token glows a faint golden color. Throw down the raised dead man and pick up the beautiful token.
Under the double illumination of the fire and the moonlight, the peacemaker recognized the words on the token and said to the other two: "The East Palace written on this sign, it seems that this group of dead soldiers should be the prince's group." β
"If this token is presented to the palace, presumably King Wei will definitely reward him more, and he really doesn't need to think about the glory and wealth of the rest of his life. β
The seductive words of the peacemaker made the angry green tiger soldier completely forget his own cynical remarks. Reach out and grab the token.
Before he could react, the token in the peacemaker's hand had been snatched away by Sergeant Angry Green Tiger.
The peacemaker said anxiously: "You hurry up and come back, this is my bright future in the future." β
"I have a share in the audience, and besides, which of you can enter the palace? My family has relatives who work as internal supervisors in the palace, so naturally there is a way to enter the palace, and this token is better for me." When I am promoted and rich in the future, I will naturally not be able to benefit from you. β
The angry green tiger army hurriedly made a promise to the other two, like a big pie that could never be fulfilled, hanging in front of the two.
"Well, there is no basis for your words, you make a note, and I will believe you. β
"Now where to find a pen and paper. So I swear by the character of the Boan. In the future, Feihong Tengda will not forget the grace of the two brothers. β
The words and deeds of the angry green tiger army are like a life-saving rope in deep water, no matter what you do, as long as you can hold on to the rope tightly.
And there is no difference between that face and the official who is above the court, yin and yang, deceitful, and tending to be inflammatory, and I have become you when I grow up. Before he grew up, this angry young tiger sergeant became the most hated appearance he had before.