A trace of desolation crossed Zhao Yue's heart, even if his military marquis Liu Zheng was weak, he did not live in the pass, but camped outside the pass with them, but at this time, even the big tent where he lived was already ......

"Brother Liu, you must have come out, right?" Zhao Yue looked at the figures fighting each other in the fire, held back the tears in her eyes, and prayed in her mouth: "You must not have anything!" ”

The large camp of the Huaxiong army, almost every big tent has fallen into the sea of fire, the north wind hits, the fire is more intense, the blazing flame with the help of the fire oil poured on the feather arrow, burned to the camp hoarding grain and grass, turned into a red divine fire, the ground originally covered with ice was slowly roasted and dried, and the fire spread everywhere in the camp.

The sound of "crackling" sounded everywhere, it was the sound of a fire burning things, which made people feel creepy and horrified inside.

Among the tens of thousands of Han soldiers, some were burned to death, their bodies were charred and twisted, and it seemed that they had experienced a lot of pain before they died; Others choked to death by smoke, pale and full of despair of suffocation before they died.

Others, naked, ran outside the big tent without weapons, and were beheaded by the swarming Jiangdong disciples.

At this time, the Huaxiong army camp was full of corpses of the Han army, lying together horizontally and vertically, unable to distinguish between you and me, and the soldiers under Sun Jian were holding sharp weapons, shuttling in the firelight, as if entering a no-man's land.

Hua Xiong rushed out of the tent at the first time, he shouted loudly on the battlefield, ordering everyone not to panic and quickly assemble the team, but this did not have any effect on boosting morale at all.

The smoke was billowing out, and Zhao Yue was choked, but he didn't care about covering his mouth and nose, and looked for Liu Zheng's trace in the fire-filled camp alone.

Slowly, some of the surviving soldiers in the tun began to gather on Zhao Yue's side, but there were only a dozen of them. Zhao Yue estimated in his heart that according to the survival probability of a dozen people remaining in a hundred people, there were undoubtedly only about two thousand strong soldiers left in the Han army stationed outside the city at this time.

Zhao Yue's originally fair and handsome face was blackened by smoke at this time, and it was hot from the firelight, and he shouted among the soldiers: "Keep your eyes sharp, let's look for the military marquis together!" ”

"Yes!" The answer of his soldiers gave him some sustenance in his heart.

Zhao Yue walked with his sword, surrounded by Bentun soldiers, moving slowly on the battlefield. Sun Jian's soldiers continued to attack them in groups, and when Zhao Yue found Liu Zheng's familiar figure in the firelight, there were only five people left around.

A long-lost smile floated to the corner of his mouth: The military marquis is not dead yet!

Not far from Zhao Yue's line of sight, Liu Zheng was surrounded by three or five enemies in a red battle robe, holding a spear he had picked up, but because of the fire blocking his vision, Zhao Yue couldn't see how many people were on the other side.

The weak Liu Zheng's posture of holding a gun makes people a little worried, making people's scalp tingle; At this moment, a trace of helplessness and fear crossed Zhao Yue's heart, and the tragic screams of the soldiers who did their best when they were killed in battle, as well as the unbridled laughter of the enemy soldiers.

The fire eroded Zhao Yue's mind, his eyes began to become blurry, and even in an instant, he regarded Liu Zheng, who was more and more at a disadvantage, as the former Wu Chang Xing Yi.

"With such a weak body, still a soldier? Go to hell! A soldier under Sun Jian swung his sword at Liu Zheng, who was already tired and panting.

"Bell!" This was followed by a crisp clash.

Then there was a "poof", the sound of someone falling.

"Ahem!" Not far away, it was the weak Liu Zheng who did not stand firmly, staggered, fell to the ground, and let out a violent coughing sound. His breathing itself was problematic, and the smoke and flames were pervasive, which was even more serious, at this time his face was full of pain, his hands trembled, the spear also fell to the ground, and his emaciated face was no longer the glory of the former Han army.

However, Liu Zheng's eyes still exuded a firmness, that was the soul loyal to the Han family, and it had not yet disappeared!

"Brother Liu, I'm here!"

When Zhao Yue saw this scene, he no longer hesitated, he came back to his senses in an instant, he shouted, and the soldiers around him rushed through the flames, and rushed straight to those Sun Jian's soldiers who were besieging Liu Zheng.

The Jiangdong people didn't react at first, obviously stunned, they came from the camp and killed here, all of them met a lone enemy, either weak-willed, or wounded, who would have thought that there would be such a different person at this time, and he actually led five people.

Taking advantage of the enemy's stunned efforts, Zhao Yue swung the bloodstained sword in his hand and slashed at a person, who couldn't dodge and was forced to cut off an arm.

"Woo! It hurts! ”

The man with the broken arm with a twisted face fell to the ground, his eyes full of fear, he used his other hand to cover the bloody shoulder in pain, and rolled desperately on the ground, but accidentally rolled into the flames, screamed, slowly turned into a burning man, and finally turned into black charcoal and died.

The tragic death made several other Sun Jian's soldiers stunned on the spot, and they no longer dared to step forward.

These people had a smooth journey, and when they suddenly encountered the remnants of this small Han army, they were naturally touched in their hearts, and they had just witnessed the death of their companions, and they were shocked. Their feet are stuck in place as if they have roots, and if they don't run, they're already good.

Zhao Yue didn't love fighting, but quickly ran to Liu Zheng's side, and supported Liu Zheng with a trembling hand, wanting to help him stand up. In the process, he did not forget to turn his head and say to the soldiers under him: "You guys be vigilant, if those people dare to come, I will kill them." ”

"Yes, Chief."

"I know, I'm sure I'll kill them all!"

The five soldiers replied in staggered voices, and they formed a circle, facing outward, with their backs to Zhao Yue and Liu Zheng, protecting the two inside. One of them couldn't help but look back at Zhao Yue, and Zhao Yue also turned his head to look at him.

The moment they looked at each other, there was a feeling of fear in that person's heart, perhaps because of the firelight, or because he stayed up late; His commander, Zhao Yue, was shocking him with a pair of scarlet bloodshot eyes, he didn't dare to stay under Zhao Yue's gaze for a moment longer, and quickly turned around, holding the weapon tightly in his hand.

In the midst of the crowd, the weak Liu Zheng grabbed Zhao Yue's hand tightly, without the slightest intention of standing up, and said with difficulty: "As a soldier...... You're already good, you can go fast. ”

Zhao Yue's eyes were a little moist, because he could hear that Liu Zheng was having a hard time speaking now, and he was desperately persisting to be able to say a complete sentence without pause, in order to keep himself from being sad.

"Brother Liu," Zhao Yue whimpered, a few tears swirling in his eyes, not at all the murderous look he had before, he desperately held back the crying **, and said: "You get up quickly, I'll take you back to the tiger prison and close it, quickly!" ”

After speaking, Zhao Yue's hands used all her strength to help Liu Zheng up.

What made him desperate was that Liu Zheng's body seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, but it seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and his hands were dragging like a wisp of soul and like a mountain.

All this is so unacceptable, but it is reasonable.

Since the battle in the palace of the Han Dynasty in the past, Liu Zheng's injuries have not been complete, and on the way to the Tiger Prison Pass before, the weather was very cold, but he was still able to persevere. And tonight, his mind was frightened, and his body was disturbed by fireworks, so he fought hard with the enemy, and even sent his body, which was already too prostrated to work, into the ghost gate.

At this time, although there were no obvious injuries on his body, he was already ruined.

Even if the divine doctor arrives here, he will not be able to return to heaven.