"The bird is dying, its song is mourning, and the man's words are good."

Liu Zheng, the marquis of the Han army, was a person with a pure temperament, his ancestors were officials for generations, and he had eaten the Han Dynasty for a long time, and in his generation, he failed to correct the Han family, but he was about to die young, his heart was actually full of regrets, but this regret was not expressed on his resolute face.

Zhao Yue grabbed Liu Zheng's hand tightly, with tears in her eyes. In my mind, the scenes of my acquaintance with Liu Zheng in the past emerged one after another: when Kunyang applied for the draft, the first conversation of the pavilion, the reunion in Luoyang, and the discussion of loyalty and filial piety at home......

Liu Zheng is like an older brother, more like a loving father. It was he who taught Zhao Yue step by step, from an ignorant soldier to an insightful tun commander who led hundreds of people. Zhao Yue's ambition and refined swordsmanship all stem from him, he really has to be Zhao Yue's enlightenment teacher.

All around, more and more enemy soldiers were already surrounded, and they finally rushed up.

"Fight with them!"

The five Han soldiers defending Zhao Yue and Liu Zheng shouted in the skyrocketing firelight, and met them with swords in hand.

And Zhao Yue completely ignored it, as if she was out of the battlefield with Liu Zheng. He was so emotional that his whole body was trembling, but he still grabbed Liu Zheng's hands and kept saying: "Brother Liu, don't die, I haven't practiced swordsmanship yet, I still need you to teach me!" ”

When Liu Zheng heard this, he smiled with relief, his eyes were half-closed and half-closed, his pale and chapped lips moved, and he said with difficulty: "Changjiao, what I taught you...... Have you memorized them all? As a soldier, no matter what position you rise, you must be loyal to ......"

Liu Zheng's chest rose and fell, as if he was in pain, but he still insisted and said, "Be loyal!" ”

Zhao Yue could clearly feel the strength of Liu Zheng's hands, that strength was very subtle, it was very weak, but she could see that Liu Zheng had exhausted all the strength of his body.

"I know, I remember what you said, Lord Junhou, don't die!" Zhao Yue knelt beside Liu Zheng, and tears finally couldn't help flowing, not only because of Liu Zheng, but also because she remembered Xing Yi, who died tragically at the mouth of the valley of the former state border.

The two are so similar, whether it is the bleak valley wind or the raging fire, they will take the lives of those who care about them. This is war, the killing between people. Feelings seem so worthless on the battlefield, but they are so precious.

The tip of Zhao Yue's nose was stained with ash, and she came out too quickly, she didn't wear armor, and her clothes were burned by fire in several places.

At this point, he looked very embarrassed.

Liu Zheng's weak demeanor was completely different from the radiant expression he had when he talked to Zhao Yue in the past. It is this contrast that is particularly sad and heartbreaking.

"Changjiao," Liu Zheng said slowly, "if the Han family declines in the future, or if you leave the Han Dynasty army, you must also remember to pursue what you want and don't give up...... Also, I can't rest assured......" In the end, a crystal tear seemed to drip from the corner of Liu Zheng's eye, fell to the ground, and disappeared.

Zhao Yue couldn't stand it at all, he hugged Liu Zheng, didn't care about the identity of a tun chief, and completely lost his fighting spirit, and cried desperately: "Junhou! Eldest brother! Don't you die...... I beg you, don't die. You're dead, what will I do from now on? Who will arrange errands for me and Cao Ping, and who will I ask if I don't understand something!? ”

This voice was miserable and heartbreaking, and even the soldiers of Sun Jianjun who were besieging them on the side were moved when they heard it.

A soldier of Sun Jianjun, who was holding a long ge, stopped rushing forward and whispered to his partner on the side: "Second brother, you said that these two brothers are so miserable, is it necessary for us to kill them all?" ”

The man was also hesitating, hearing this, silently put away his weapon, closed his eyes and shook his head, and said affectionately: "I think forget it, there are more than ten of our people here, but if you look at them again, there are only two of the five people who rushed up just now, except for the one who is about to die in the middle, and then there is the young man who is crying like a tearful man, alas, why bother......"

The two of them couldn't stand it anymore, so they took the weapons in their hands, sighed, and left silently.

And the other soldiers of Sun Jianjun's army who did not leave, their fighting movements also slowed down, and they even felt that they were sinners for a moment. However, war is war, and their task is to kill all the enemies!

So, brandishing their weapons, they rushed up again.

As the person who left just now said, there were only two Han soldiers left by Zhao Yue's side at this time. In the hearts of these two Han soldiers, they knew that they would definitely die if they went up again, but they were emotionally rendered by Zhao Yue and Liu Zheng and completely forgot about death.

Death, at this point, really just turned into a simple sleep, just a little longer.

"Ahh

The two Han soldiers waved the weapons in their hands and rushed towards the incoming enemy army with shouts, while Sun Jianjun's soldiers were also very tacit, ignoring Zhao Yue and Liu Zheng for the time being, and concentrating on dealing with these two people.

In Zhao Yue's hands, Liu Zheng's body became lighter and lighter, but this Han Junhou still insisted, he couldn't let go of the children at home, and still looked at Zhao Yue with a pair of obsessive eyes at this time, if Zhao Yue didn't promise him to take care of Liu Xian, he would probably die blind.

Zhao Yue had an epiphany, and hurriedly wiped his snot with his hand, tried his best to stop his tears, and said excitedly: "Brother Liu, don't worry, I, I will definitely take care of Liu Xun for you, I will treat him as my own brother in the future, don't worry!" ”

Liu Zheng smiled, finally closed his eyes, and left peacefully.

And Zhao Yue's cry once again resounded through the heavens and the earth......

The poor fortune of the Han Dynasty was not caused by the strength of one person; And if you want to revitalize the Han Dynasty, you can't do it alone. But in any case, it must be admitted that when any dynasty is about to fall, there will be people like Liu Zheng, and their actions may succeed or fail, but they will not affect their fame in the annals of history and will be remembered for eternity.

If a person dies like this, he should live up to the king's court and his parents.

The wind blew, wisps of black smoke drifted into the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. Looking up, the stars in the sky were dim, and the originally dark blue sky was now reflected in the sea of fire like a poignant sunset. A relatively small meteor fell into the sky, and the light was brilliant......

On the top of Zhongyue Song Mountain, which is not far from the Tiger Prison Pass, there is a secret place. This room is full of evergreen green bamboo, you can also hear the sound of the murmuring of the stream, the sound of the waterfall falling, two quaint and natural thatched houses, quietly located on the humble Songshan Mountain, next to the cliff.

An old man with crane hair and a young face and a short cane of rattan and wood was standing in front of the house and looking into the distance, faintly seeing the red sky and the slight redness of the firelight.

It was a dark and silent night, and a little boy came out of the hut lightly with a teapot in his hand, for fear of disturbing the old man. He slowly walked to the chessboard of the bluestone slab and put down a teapot with skillful movements.

At that moment, the old man's ears moved, and he still noticed it.

The corners of his mouth raised, and he asked in a low voice, "Mengshi, what time is it?" ”

"It's midnight, sir." The boy stepped aside, bowed his head, and replied respectfully.

The old man didn't speak again, so the boy asked on the side, "Sir, can you look at the fire in the distance?" ”

The old man turned his back to him and replied shallowly, "No, I'm looking at the moonlight." No matter how strong the war in the troubled times is, it will not be able to defeat the harmony and tranquility of the light of the full moon in the sky. ”

The words were breezy and light, and the old man's extraordinary words made the child feel something.

"Mr. Xie advises."