Zhao Fu's head was very heavy, perhaps his body was very heavy, so heavy that he no longer had the physical strength to carry his head.

As Zheng Yuan's knife came out, he fell down and fell in a pool of blood, no, it should actually be in mustard water.

At Zhao Fu's last glance, he still saw Lin Ji, and this time Lin Ji was still between him and Zheng Yuan, wanting to use his broken body to help Zhao Fu block another knife. It's a pity that this time he still couldn't do it, but lost his life because of this move.

Zheng Yuan's knife is not so easy to catch, and Zheng Yuan is not surprised in the face of such an ending. He had already guessed that Lin Ji would definitely use his body as Zhao Fu's last barrier like last time, so Zheng Yuan's knife was heavier than usual.

At the last moment, Lin Ji was still holding Zhao Fu tightly, but it could be seen from the heart-piercing blow in his back that Zheng Yuan's knife went down, and neither of them had a chance of survival.

Zheng Yuan put away the knife, and then let out a miserable laugh, and finally it completely evolved into a painful wail, and everyone outside the mustard city and by the mustard water could hear it clearly. In their ears, it was a demonic, blood-colored howl.

Hu Cai, who obeyed Zheng Yuan's orders, stood quietly on the battlefield, they were the final victors, and at this moment, whether it was the Tiger Ben army fleeing in embarrassment, or the Zhongzhou Iron Cavalry who withdrew in a panic, they did not dare to face them.

Even the imperial cavalry who crossed the river to half of them, because their commander Lin Ji and Zhao Fu, who were ordered to protect him, died together, and they didn't know what to do.

"Let them go." After a long time, Zheng Yuan said in a hoarse voice.

So, Hu Qi turned the horse's head directly, and did not look at the imperial cavalry by the Mustard River even again, for Zheng Yuan, the imperial cavalry who lost Lin Ji and Zhao Fu at this moment was just a lost dog, so there was nothing to worry about.

On the other side, Zheng Yuan turned his gaze to Long Shouyi's Zhongzhou Iron Cavalry, but after simply estimating the distance between the two sides, he gave up his intention to pursue.

But that's it, it's just an ordinary head-turning action, just a moment of eye contact, but it makes Long Shouyi feel as uncomfortable as being targeted by a hungry wolf.

Why, why is this happening?

Zhao Fu didn't know if he was dead, if he was dead, then why could he continue to think, or was it just pure resentment?

Perhaps, he is not dead yet, but he is soon, right? Zhao Fu no longer had the strength to move his gaze, but he could also feel the blood constantly escaping towards his body, and the word "surge" was no exaggeration.

Zhao Fu didn't understand why things had developed to this point, why Zheng Yuan had rebelled so decisively, and why Lin Ji had been protecting him until the last moment.

Zhao Fu kept asking himself, did he do something wrong, did he neglect something? But he didn't know, no answer came out of his mind.

What survived in his heart was only doubts and unwillingness, as well as apologies to Lin Ji.

That's right, it's still him who is wrong, Zhao Fu remembered that he shouldn't have let the Iron Arm Army participate in the wine banquet in Mustard City......

It turns out that the starting point of all mistakes is here?

Zhao Fu thought about it like this, and the more he thought about it, the more certain he was that if it weren't for all the Iron Arm Army being poisoned by Qin Chunyang's arrangement, then he could at least rely on the Iron Arm Army to escape from Mustard City, at least he wouldn't let Lin Ji and his imperial cavalry face such a powerful enemy alone......

So, it's my fault.

I'm sorry, Lin Ji......

Zhao Fu thought like this, his body had already been swept into the mustard water, and he could no longer feel the flow of air. He really felt that the world was spinning, obviously he was just in the water, but he couldn't see anything clearly, he couldn't see anything. It's not the darkness of the night, it's the darkness of nothing.

So much so that Zhao Fu didn't know whether his eyes were open or closed at the moment. But it doesn't make a difference anyway, at this moment, he has nothing.

Are you going to die? Zhao Fu asked himself in his heart, what is it like to die?

Maybe it's this feeling of having nothing? Zhao Fu thought.

It turns out that he has a lot of things, he is the most powerful warlord in the world, and the whole of Beihu is his ranch, as long as he wants, it is not a problem to pull out a million cavalry; He is also a good general, including the older generation of Feng Yu and Xia Yingyang, and the new generation of Lin Ji, Zheng Yuan, and of course, himself; Although the wealth he has is not as good as that of the Zhao family and the imperial capital, the economic lifeline of the entire northwest of the Lanhe Empire is in his hands, not to mention the business routes about that Beihu; He also has a childhood sweetheart who got engaged early......

But now, what does he have? The Iron Arm is facing a tragic future of total annihilation; Without him in the northwest, I am afraid that it will not be long before it will be divided by the two major forces of the imperial capital and the Zhao State; Qin Zhirou was reluctant to come back in the imperial capital, and even dissolved the marriage contract with him...... In order to protect him, Lin Ji had already died before him; And Zheng Yuan is the culprit who created all this.

He has nothing left, not only the territory of the northwest, the soldiers under his command, the amazing wealth is still the childhood sweetheart who once met Yan Yan and accompanied him in this life. It's tomorrow's sun, the fresh air, the breeze that will blow across your face, and the warm raindrops.

To die is to lose everything.

Zhao Fu suddenly realized that the gap between life and death was so big.

Those scenery and things that I didn't care about at the beginning, only when I lose them will I know the wealth I once had.

That's all I have to do here.

At the end of life, it appeared too hastily, like a sudden brake.

Also, I am already a person who is already burdened with sins, so why should I be so demanding that I can step on the life and death of others and live in this world freely? Zhao Fu remembered the souls who died at his hands.

He has done the same, depriving countless people of everything they have.

Is this karma? Zhao Fu smiled bitterly in his heart.

The consciousness is still blurred, slowly becoming black is no longer black, white is no longer white, black is black, black is white, white is not black, white is not white.

There was a thunderclap, a huge bolt of lightning split through the sky, and the dark clouds that had gathered at some point began their work.

The rain, falling heavier and heavier, slapped on the walls of the mustard city, and slapped on the corpses that had fallen in the battlefield.

The rain became more and more intense, and they seriously washed away the excess blood stains on the battlefield.

The wind also began to howl, and countless rains were blown in all directions, making it impossible to judge the direction of the wind at all.

It was a rainy day again, Xu Lingling walked out of the Crescent Moon Temple and took a handful of rain in his palm.

I don't know where Zhao Fu is now, judging from the time, he should already be on his way back? Xu Lingling asked at the puff of rain.

In the darkness of the rainy night, I could vaguely hear the slight mocking and unbridled laughter.

(End of chapter)