Chapter Seventy-Seven: Defection to the Dragon Soul III
readx;?“ Sister Ting, what you said is true. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info" Yu'er ran in front of Long Shaoting with an arrow, her hand tightly grasped Long Shaoting's arm, and tears slipped down Yu'er's face.
"Well, well, it's true, it's true, the two brothers of Wu Biao and Wuzhan in the town have already set off to defect to the Dragon Soul, it's true." Long Shaoting said excitedly, Yu'er grabbed blood from his arms because of excitement, and his fingertips were in the flesh at a loss.
"You must go to Dragon Soul Island, you must go!" Yu'er let go of Long Shaoting and muttered to herself, Long Shaoting's heart trembled, how could Yu'er, a weak woman, go to Dragon Soul Island, how could it be so simple to go to Dragon Soul Island, Long Shaoting immediately decided: "Yu'er, you can't go." ”
"Why?" Yu'er looked at Long Shaoting puzzled.
"Now it's a troubled time, you're a weak woman, I'm afraid you won't be able to go to Dragon Soul Island, so I'll go." Long Shaoting said.
"You go, no, Sister Ting, who are you going to protect the children." Yu'er worried.
"Then who will protect my sister and your novel, in case something happens to you, in case it is on Dragon Soul Island or the young marshal, how can I explain to the young marshal, you can rest assured that someone has already protected your safety." Long Shaoting said, and then told Yu'er about the killer outside the courtyard.
Yu'er is not a vase who doesn't know anything, after thinking about it, she knows that only Long Shaoting can go to find Dragon Soul Island, find the person who established the Dragon Soul, and see if that Long Zhongtian is Long Zhongtian or not.
Long Shaoting didn't hesitate any longer, entered the room to pack her luggage, took some dry food and left the courtyard, Yu'er looked at the direction where Long Shaoting disappeared and burst into tears: "Sister Ting, you must go to Dragon Soul Island alive." ”
In North China, a few hundred miles away from the battlefield of the decisive battle between the Dragon Soul and Japan, a poor village, about 30 years old, wearing a worn military vest, with muscles all over his body, eyes like wolves, pushing a wheelbarrow, with a few sacks on it, galloped towards a courtyard at the fastest speed.
"Mother, five hundred catties of rice were bought from the bazaar and stored in the cellar for you." There was a hint of warmth in the cold voice, and the two hemp bags were easily picked up by the man's arms, placed in the corner of the courtyard, lifted the wooden planks closed in the cellar, threw the two bags of rice into the cellar, and then carefully closed them.
An old woman staggered out of the thatched hut with a cane: "Child, where did you get the money?" ”
"Mother, these days you have taken good care of the child, maybe he will die a long time ago, and Long'er has nothing to repay, the work of the instructor in the town is gone, and he received a military salary to buy it." This person hurriedly ran to the old woman's side and supported the old woman.
The old woman's body trembled, a bad feeling hit her heart, her hands trembled and stroked the middle-aged man's face, and her cloudy eyes stared at the middle-aged man: "Child, you are leaving." The old woman's cloudy eyes were moist.
"Mother, the child will come back to see you, you have been Long'er's mother all your life, I am gone, and the second baby, those rice are enough for you to live for a while." The middle-aged man knelt at the feet of the old woman, his shoulders trembling violently.
The middle-aged man looked carefully at the old woman's wrinkled face, and his hand tightly held the thin and calloused hand, and the scenes echoed in his mind.
The Dragon Soul and the Japanese 300,000 troops in the North China Battlefield opened fire fiercely, and finally the Dragon Soul soldiers fell under the fierce artillery bombardment of the Japanese army, and the battlefield fell into tranquility for a while.
The Japanese soldier was getting closer and closer, his heart was struggling violently, he wanted to escape, he didn't want to die here, but the call of death was getting closer and closer, on the battlefield filled with gunpowder, his eyes were horrified to see the Japanese soldier's bayonet aimed at his heart.
"Ah......" The middle-aged man stood up suddenly, staring at the rifle in the hand of the Japanese soldier like a beast and standing suddenly, the Japanese soldier was frightened, and looked at the middle-aged man with wide eyes in horror, and the middle-aged man did not hesitate to remove the bayonet on the rifle and enter the chest of the Japanese soldier.
More than a dozen soldiers surrounded the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man fell into madness, and the corpse like a mountain was like Shura hell in front of the middle-aged man's eyes, his eyes were red: "Kill!" ”
The figure of the middle-aged man shuttled among the Japanese soldiers, and everywhere he passed, the bayonet in his hand cut through the neck of the Japanese soldier, and the blood came out one by one, he didn't want to die, he wanted to escape, since he could stand up, he had to escape, he thought of his wife, thought of the descendants of his comrades-in-arms, and thought of the descendants of the young marshal, he was Long Xing.
When the Japanese officer did not react, Long Xing had already killed out of the battlefield, fled to the edge of the battlefield, launched a pursuit under the order of the Japanese officer, killed, fled, survived, this is Long Xing's only belief, the Japanese soldiers who pursued him were cut by him one by one The throat was cut, the bayonet X into the heart, and dozens of Japanese soldiers surrounded him again and again, and he did not know how many more wounds there were on his body, and he was hit several times by the bayonets of the Japanese soldiers.
After three hours of absconding, Long Xing finally fought his way out, the Japanese soldiers were left far away by him, Long Xing knew that he couldn't rest, the farther he ran, the better, ran out of hundreds of miles in one breath, fell on a small river, his eyes stared straight at him, and he tried to climb.
The river is not deep, the clear water is flowing, the river is not wide, the water does not submerge his body, the river is only five or six meters away, Long Xing's eyes reveal the struggle, like a struggling wolf, his eyes are sharp, his eyes are dead looking at a small village on the other side of the river.
That village is the lifesaver of Long Xing, as long as you get there, you will have hope of living, recuperate there, stand up there, and then go back, return to Long Shaoting's side, and protect them.
However, the distance of five or six meters is how far away it is for Long Xing, a day of **** running, a lot of physical consumption, a large amount of body qi and blood disappeared, at this time Long Xing is already the end of the strong attack, the shallow river water Long Xing struggled, the wound soaked in the river water, and the blood stained the river red.
"Mother, someone!" A young man pushes a wheelbarrow with an old woman sitting on it.
"Second baby, hurry up and take a look, that person is still moving, it seems that he is injured, he must be rescued." The old woman said anxiously, her face full of wrinkles gathered on her forehead, with worry.
"Mother, don't move while you sit, your son will come when he goes." The second baby carefully put down the wheelbarrow, and when it was stable, he ran in the direction of Longxing.
Approaching, the second baby's body trembled, and immediately carried Long Xing up: "Mother, I am a soldier, I am dying." ”
Long Xing's head was dizzy at the moment, trying not to close his eyes, he knew that as long as he closed his eyes, it was very likely that he would never wake up again.
"Help me, you must ...... Save me. Long Xing's voice was faint.