It was Zhu Zhi, the general of the Chinese Army's Riding Snake Battalion who was arrogant in the past, and he was tortured by the Mongs and could barely see his human form. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Li Luo gently closed one hand behind him, and his palm hurt very much, almost the same pain as when the love silk was drilled into the palm of his hand.

As soon as Zhu Zhi finished speaking, a Mongolian soldier outside his body lifted the reins of the horse, the war horse moved half a step, and the horse's hooves mercilessly stepped on Zhu Zhi's body, which no longer had complete skin. Zhu Zhi snorted, stubbornly propped up half of his body, and laughed miserably: "General, the last general didn't embarrass the shepherd wolf!" ”

"yes, I know." Li Luo looked at Zhu Zhi, his eyes flashed with strange light, he was lucky, he was glad to meet Zhu Zhi in his lifetime, and to be able to live and die with men like Zhu Zhi.

The quiet needle drop in the Dagan military camp could be heard, and there was a feeling of suffocation that was almost stagnant. All the officers and soldiers in the army looked intently at Zhu Zhi, who swore not to bow his head under the horse's hooves, his blood gradually warmed up, and the hand holding the blade gradually began to exert strength.

"General, if you go back to Zhuocheng, I don't know if you can please tell Miss Luo Yi that I like her. General, I'm sorry, but the last general shouldn't have thought about it. Zhu Zhi said shyly.

"Okay, when I go back to Zhuocheng, I'll go to her with you." Li Luo laughed loudly.

"It's good that the general doesn't blame the general." Zhu Zhi smiled happily, and then coughed again, this time blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, the color was not bright, and it was a little dark and dull.

"Mother-in-law, do you kneel or not?" The Mongolian soldier scolded impatiently.

"Kneel to your grandma!" Zhu Zhi, who is usually gentle and elegant, and has some resemblance to Li Luo, suddenly burst out with a vulgar swear word, and I don't know where a strong force poured out from his body, lifted the horse's hooves that stepped on him, staggered a few steps, staggered to his feet, and smiled at the Mongolian soldiers, "You are not even worthy of lifting shoes for the general!" ”

The Mongols will be angry, and those with a fiery temperament will do it. Suddenly, everyone gasped and looked behind Zhu Zhi in shock, their eyes were a little shocked, and even more incredulous. There were bursts of suppressed and low exclamations from the side of the Dagan military camp, and after a long distance, Zhu Zhi seemed to hear the silent shouts of the Dagan soldiers in the illusion.

Zhu Zhi slowly looked back, his heart suddenly seemed to be stabbed by something, it hurt a little, but there was no lack of warmth, his eyes were a little blurry in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't see the figure kneeling on the ground clearly, so he just whispered: "General." ”

"Xiu Tongcheng renounced his oath, can you keep your promise this time!"

The Mongolian soldiers were stunned at first, and then they laughed loudly, and the leading soldiers almost couldn't stand up with laughter, gasping and scolding: "Look at it, the dignified King of Ganding actually knelt on the ground and begged us, haha, kneeling, and we will let him go if we kowtow again." ”

"Shut up!" Zhu Zhi in front of the horse suddenly roared, wiped his tears, glanced at Li Luo with some reluctance, and proudly separated the lonely and lonely Li Luo in the distance from these wandering Mongolian cavalry, his body was a little thin and crumbling, but at this time it was like a mountain, the wind could not blow, and the rain could not soak it.

"Da Gan Zhu Zhi, the army is from the shepherd wolf, and the king of Dingtian is a pawn, just to die standing up, not to live lying down." Zhu Zhi looked up to the sky and roared, his voice enduring.

The Mongolian soldiers looked at each other, and such loyal martyrs would be respected even in Mongolia.

After Zhu Zhi shouted this, he stood motionless on the spot, and did not speak again for a long time. Li Luo was still kneeling on the ground, looking at Zhu Zhi's back in a daze, at this moment, except for this bloody back, Li Luo couldn't see anything else in his eyes.

There was gradually some commotion in the Dagan military camp, and I don't know who shouted: "Just stand and die, not lie down!" Then tens of thousands of voices blended together, vast and desolate, but thick and made people feel small.

The faces of the Mongolian soldiers finally changed, and the war horses seemed to sense this unusual atmosphere in the air, and restlessly digging the soil and retreating step by step. The Mongol soldiers tightened the reins of their horses and stopped their horses from retreating, with a somewhat ugly look on their faces.

The wind is loud in the wilderness, and it is good to be windy. The wind waited for a long time, and only then did it rush in. The wind wasn't too big, but it was enough. Zhu Zhi's immovable body slowly fell down in the wind, this young and handsome face had a hint of youthful spirit, and a hint of a smile, his eyes were not closed, maybe a little unwilling, but he was very serene, and he was as peaceful as the uncle who had just returned to the barracks.

In a trance, Uncle Tai's idle face and Zhu Zhi's face coincided, and they seemed to be looking at Li Luo laughing, but Li Luo wanted to cry.

Li Luo stood up and walked towards Zhu Zhi step by step, no one stopped him, and no one approached. The Mongolian generals watched Li Luo walk to Zhu Zhi's side, if he killed Li Luo at this time, the rest of his life would be glory and wealth, with fine clothes and food. It's a pity that at this moment, no one dares to make a move against Li Luo.

Zhu Zhi died, and in response to his oath, he would rather die standing than live lying down. The trace of warmth in his eyes has not yet dissipated, as if to tell Li Luo that the peace in the world is not only carried by Li Luo alone.

Li Luo grabbed Zhu Zhi's arm, put Zhu Zhi on his shoulder, and looked at the Mongolian soldiers quietly. The dead silence makes people feel so sad that they want to vomit blood.

At this moment, the dead silence was pierced by the sound of horses' hooves, coming from the side of the Mongol barracks. Li Luo looked up indifferently, and rode at a gallop, as fast as a flashing light.

When the Mongolian soldiers saw the visitor, they were all a little surprised, obviously the identity of the person who came was not trivial. The war horse swept over like the wind, and Li Luo remained motionless, but he was also secretly on guard.

The knight on the horse was older than Li Luo, and he didn't wear a military uniform, just the clothes that the Caohai tribe could see normally. The long hair was tied at the back of his head and floated freely with the wind. His face was a little dark, but his edges and corners were extremely clear, and his eyes were as bright as the brightest star in the clear night sky. There is a confident smile on his lips, but it is not annoying, but it makes people want to be close. The body is slender, and the posture of sitting on the horse is half a head taller than ordinary people, and it is also extraordinary when it comes to the crowd.

If the mad eagle is arrogant, then this person is introverted, tolerant of all rivers, and he is also a hero of Mobei, which seems to be slightly better than the mad eagle.

People come quickly, and what is faster than people is a sword light. Mengji saber, this is the first master Li Luo has seen who uses a Mongolian saber. The length of the Mongolian saber is about the same as that of the Ming Hong knife, and it is thicker and wider than the Ming Hong.