Zhang Ling continued to receive the huge and chaotic memories, and the fragments of those memories kept flashing in his mind.

"General!" Wang Hu's voice sounded again, and Zhang Ling raised his head and asked, "What?" ”

Wang Hu looked at Zhang Ling with extremely surprised eyes and said, "General, the time has come, and the marshal is already waiting!" ”

"Handsome? Oh, yes, Zhao Yingyuan, Zhao Dashuai, the former general of the Dashun Army, the defender of this Qingzhou town at this time! ”

Wang Hu looked at Zhang Ling's blank expression and couldn't help but urge again: "General, you know the temper of the marshal, if you delay the trip, the marshal will be blamed!" ”

"Huh? Oh, let's go! ”

The strange memory was so fragmentary that Zhang Ling couldn't remember where he was going, but now he could only take one step at a time.

"Come on, put on armor for the general!"

Following Wang Hu's words, several armor soldiers stepped forward and lifted out a pair of tiger head armor from the depths of the room, and when Zhang Ling saw that armor, he immediately realized that this was not the armor that the ghost swordsman was wearing?

Just as Zhang Ling looked at this armor in horror, those armorers had already begun to put on this very powerful armor for him.

And at this time, some messy memories flashed through his mind again, that is, he knelt in front of a grim-faced man, he seemed to be admonishing him, but he did not remember exactly what it was.

Soon he put on his armor with the help of those armorers, and when Wang Hu handed him the tiger helmet, a sadness swelled up in his heart inexplicably.

He stepped out of the room, only to see dozens of soldiers standing in the courtyard outside, these people were clearly armored and murderous, obviously some veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

These soldiers Zhang Ling knew that these were all his personal entourage, and his brothers who followed him from birth to death.

Riding on the horse led by the soldiers, Zhang Ling shook the long sword at his waist and said lightly: "Let's go!" ”

Wang Hu clenched his fists and waved his arms and shouted loudly: "Let's go!" ”

Out of the mansion, Zhang Ling looked blankly at the strange everything around him, he knew that everything he saw now was the memory of this ghost swordsman, but this memory was too real.

The appearance of this street market, the bleak scene on the side of the road, is so clear that people can't distinguish between reality and illusion.

Zhang Ling looked up at the gray sky, the sadness in his heart became more and more intense, and he even wanted to stop crying.

And at this moment, a loud voice came into his ears and said, "Muzhi, I thought you weren't coming!" ”

When Zhang Ling heard the sound, he saw a middle-aged man wearing golden armor who was guarded by hundreds of armor soldiers not far away, looking at him and smiling haughtily.

Looking at his thin cheeks, Zhang Ling finally remembered the purpose of this trip, they were going to make peace with the Qing army, yes, this is this thing, this is what he has always opposed.

He never believed in those Tartars, and in his opinion, Zhao Yingyuan's move was simply stupid to the extreme.

Thinking of all this, Zhang Ling hurriedly said: "Dashuai, I think this trip is ......."

Who knew that before Zhang Ling's words could be spoken, Zhao Yingyuan had already waved his hand to interrupt his words and said: "Mu Zhi doesn't need to say much, I have already lost blood with the general of peace, and it will be fine!" ”

After speaking, he was no longer listening to Zhang Ling, and said loudly: "Let's go!" ”

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling knew that all this was the memory of this Muzhi, no matter what he did now, he couldn't change the established facts, he could only act as a trick that was already destined to end, and continue to walk according to the script.

……

Zhanchen Tower, the largest restaurant in Qingzhou City, has been completely emptied within a radius of one mile here.

All around were full of soldiers in military uniforms, and their clothes did not look like the regular army of the Ming Dynasty, but like a group of bandits gathering in the mountains and forests.

When Zhao Yingyuan led a large group of men and horses to the outside of Zhanchen Tower, those soldiers immediately made way for these armorers with bright helmets and halberds.

Zhao Yingyuan came to the front of the building and asked, "Has General Hefu arrived?" ”

The restaurant owner wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "General, general, the general has arrived!" ”

Zhao Yingyuan turned over and dismounted and said to Zhang Ling: "Muzhi, let's go, after tonight, you and I don't have to live a life of licking blood with a knife!" ”

Zhang Ling looked at Zhao Yingyuan's hearty smile, the sourness in his heart was even worse, and he learned through those scattered memories that he and this Zhao Yingyuan were irreversible and had a lifelong friendship.

But now he knew that this would be the last conversation of their lives, and tonight would be their last night on earth.

Zhang Ling didn't understand why this ghost swordsman named Mu Zhi wanted him to see this scene, all he could do now was to play the role of this named Mu Zhi well.

Walking into this Zhanchen Tower, there was only one table in the hall at this time, and behind the table sat a man with braids and white cotton armor pouring himself a drink.

"General Peace!"

"Zhao Dashuai!"

He Zhen stood up with a smirk and hugged his fist to Zhao Yingyuan, his eyes were full of pride and confidence.

After the two of them were polite for a while, they sat down at the table, Zhao Yingyuan turned his head to look at Zhang Ling behind him and smiled: "Muzhi, sit!" ”

Zhang Ling looked at the gloomy face and sat down beside Zhao Yingyuan, but his hand was always on the hilt of the sword.

He glanced at Zhang Ling, who was on guard, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he didn't pay attention to him, but picked up his wine glass and chatted with Zhao Yingyuan, and the atmosphere was very harmonious for a while.

And Zhang Ling sat next to the two of them, watching them keep pushing the cup and changing the lamp, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Suddenly, a roaring cannon sound in the distance pulled Zhang Ling's thoughts back, and he looked at the man in front of him with a strong killing intent in his eyes and slowly stood up.

If this is the end of everything, then let him face it calmly, thinking of this, he drew his long sword extremely quickly, and the dazzling sword light flashed away.

Seeing that He's knife was only half drawn, there was an extra blood mark on his neck, and then a thick stream of blood spurted out of his neck.

After killing and killing, the entire Zhanchen Tower resounded with an earth-shattering shouting of killing, Zhang Ling walked to the window and looked out, thousands of Qing troops from all directions flocked to this side.

At this time, Zhao Yingyuan, who had been sitting at the table, slowly got up and walked to Zhang Ling's side and said with a smile: "Muzhi, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave today!" ”

"Yes!" Zhang Ling nodded, he knew that this was Muzhi's fate.

"Why don't you and I kill today?"

Hearing Zhao Yingyuan's words, Zhang Ling turned his head to look at this ordinary-looking middle-aged man and smiled, he clenched the long sword in his hand and nodded: "Okay, today I, Zhang Ling, will fight with Dashuai to the last breath!" ”

At this moment, Zhang Ling subconsciously said his name, and Zhao Yingyuan laughed slowly after listening to Zhang Ling's words.

And with his smile, Zhang Ling was surprised to find that everything around him suddenly began to become distorted, and gradually everything around him fell into darkness.

Soon Zhang Ling was also lost in this darkness, he could only feel his body constantly falling down, and his consciousness began to blur, I don't know how long later, when he regained consciousness again, he was surprised to find that at this moment he was standing in the magic circle, and the ghost swordsman opposite him disappeared without a trace! (To be continued.) )