Xia Mu and Luo Ke's enemy were entangled with the Dongyi Ronin who was like the leader, but the Ronin's martial arts were still above him and Luo Ke's enemy, Xia Mu embroidered the spring knife in his hand, and entangled a bald ronin's katana, sharp killing intent, unconcealed stabbing away, and it really penetrated clearly.

I saw the disbelief of the ronin in the shadow of the sword, staring at the embroidered spring knife on his chest in fear.

And Luo Kedi was stabbed by another ronin because of this, and he was seriously injured, and his young face was already twitching.

"Defeat the enemy, you bear with it, when my brother kills him, we will leave!"

Luo Kedi had tears in his eyes, and he cried with blood: "Big brother, if I die, you can forget, every year Qingming burns two of my favorite roast chickens for me!" ”

Xia Mu listened to the words of this kid's life and death, his nose was sore, and he almost didn't cry: "Your kid has a big life, you can't die!" ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the embroidered spring knife on the man's chest and rushed forward, only to fight, and suddenly heard Luo Kedi shouting Ahsan's name, he shook his head slightly, and the ronin's long knife passed through his shoulder blades, and a sharp pain struck.

Xia Mu screwed the embroidered spring knife in his hand, and seeing that the ronin had not yet drawn the knife, he raised his hand and slashed his neck fiercely.

only listened to the muffled snort behind him, Ah San's shoulder was already injured, the blood reflected in the red dress, and he looked at himself with tears.

Xia Mu was stunned in place, hot and humid blood spilled down the wound, and he couldn't help but fall to his knees with all his strength, and the katana that pierced into his blade was pushed out by the mud, and he scraped it again in his bones, and the pain hit his whole body.

At this time, the horse's hooves in the distance and the sound of the priest came, Xia Mu looked back, only to see a white-bearded veteran wearing Mingguang Kai armor, walking out with a blood-stained knife, behind him were three hundred Ming soldiers who attacked the wind and hunted, a big flag was raised from the bamboo forest, and four shocking blood-red characters fluttered in the night sky: "It is difficult to get rid of the widows." ”

Ouyang glanced at Xia Mu, who was seriously injured, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth: "Boy, your backbone old man appreciates it very much!" ”

"General run, this is a trap set by the Japanese slaves!" Before Xia Mu had time to be happy, the pain in his shoulder made him almost fall again, thanks to Yang Wan, who hurriedly supported him, handed it to the crying Ah San, and instructed: "The girl takes care of him." ”

"Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the tiger mountains!" Ouyang Shen looked back when he heard this, and instructed his eldest son, Ouyang Changqing, "The whole army will escort the refugees to retreat!" ”

Qingzhu Yan Yan, North Yan flies south.

The rain fell even more. Xia Mu knew that Ouyang Shen couldn't abandon tens of thousands of refugees and escape alone, but this also doomed his fate, it seems that his fate is still unchangeable!

Xia Mu had a fever, and he was even more uncomfortable when he was poured by the heavy rain. Ahsan stumbled along with him, putting the back of her hand on his forehead and almost crying.

The rain hurts on his body, but Xia Mu is happy in his heart, this rain is good, it's really good, it can wash away the shame suffered by the nation.

Wash away all the blood and pain inflicted on the Chinese nation, and bury all the blood and injuries suffered by the Chinese people.

The rain mixed with his red blood, blurring the shocking puddles of crimson in his vision.

In the cold night, Zizhu should hate the frost at night, and the dream is broken.

The crowd walked to a hundred meters, and in the depths of the bamboo forests on both sides, the sound of conches suddenly sounded, one after another.

"No, it's a Japanese slave's whistle!" The veteran Ouyang Shen knew that he had been ambushed, and immediately saw a large wave of Japanese slaves pouring out of his surroundings, which was obviously ambushed in advance.

Then came the horse's hooves, and the Chinese army of the Japanese slaves separated, a razor-headed Japanese slave, wearing the typical carcass armor of the Japanese slaves, with golden horns standing on his helmet and a very short beard on his lips. It was Watanabe Yu, the leader of the Japanese slaves, who may not be very famous when he said of him, but his old patron was Wang Zhi, a big man who was famous in the six southeastern states.

Watanabe spoke in stiff Chinese: "General Ouyang, Watanabe has been waiting here for a long time. ”

"Dongyi clown, commit my Daming border soil, and die quickly!" Ouyang Shen kicked the tiger eyes, raised the knife in his hand, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and rushed up with a shout.

It's just that there are too many Japanese slaves, as if they can't be killed.

Xia Mu was shocked at this moment, he finally knew why the Japanese slaves were alone on the side of the gate of the mighty building, it turned out that they deliberately led the refugees to flee here, just to lure the Ouyang family father and son to come!

It's just that there are too many refugees, mixed in the middle of hundreds of soldiers, crowded, the soldiers are afraid of accidentally injuring the refugees and there is no way to launch a body counterattack, the Japanese slaves are cunning like fighting cattle across the mountains, piercing the refugees with long knives and nailing the soldiers, and after a while, a large number of corpses have fallen.

Yang Wan saw that Jinyiwei was seriously injured, and hurriedly shouted: "Quick, retreat!" ”

Ouyang Changqing hurriedly escorted his injured and unconscious father back, but he was pierced through the heart by Watanabe Xiong, only to see him holding Watanabe's long knife with both hands, blood flowing in his mouth, but his eyes stared fiercely into the distance, shouting at the other brothers: "Second brother, send dad home!" ”

"Big brother!" The second son, Ouyang Changming, turned around with a knife to save him, but he was besieged by many Japanese slaves and was hacked to death.

The third son, Ouyang Changsong, was stabbed several times in his body, desperately rescued his father, blood stained his armor, and hurriedly helped the injured Ouyang Shen to break through.

It's night, fragrant and cold, and the moon is cold. Everyone walked towards Yue Fei Temple.

Ah Sang helped Xia Mu run away, and finally couldn't help but squat down and cry. She wanted to cry for a while, but she couldn't stop crying.

Even if she is strong on weekdays, she is just an ordinary woman after all.

His father died, and his life was miserable, but he was fortunate to have the appearance of the young master. She thought that she would live happily with the young master for the rest of her life.

But the sudden arrival of the Japanese slave broke the happiness of tens of millions of people, including herself. After all, she is a heaven that can only be touched by her left hand, and her right hand is already barren. Who will bear the grief of losing power and humiliating the country like this?

Who else can they trust, in such troubled times, they only trust themselves. The country has become distant and unfamiliar, and cannot be an umbrella for their life.

The crescent moon is unsullied, and the jackdaw cries sorrowfully.

Yue Fei Temple was built because of Yue Fei, a famous minister who resisted the gold, but it was dilapidated at this time, but there was always a stone statue of the traitor Qin Hui kneeling in front of the temple, and the mottled face could not be seen.

After a while, the miserable sound of soldiers was heard in the temple, and blood and clear water were everywhere like pulp. The soldier's miserable wail frightened away several waves of jackdaws perched in the temple.

Ah Sang was busy scooping water to clean Xia Mu at this time, and the blood stained the plain white veil with the blood of a large demonic flower.

After the blood stain was cleaned up, Xia Mu's white face was revealed, if it weren't for the scars on his body, this polite appearance would be a scholar instead of a brocade guard who went to the battlefield to kill the Japanese.

However, there is no imaginary crow of blood in the imagination, nor the sorrow in memory, there is only quiet sadness, like water.

Her eyes were gilded with a layer of water, and her expression was sad: "I just want to know why, why did the young master rush forward!" ”

This is really a persistent girl, Xia Mu thought that she was as persistent as herself, but she didn't expect Ah Sang to be the same. "For the sake of the dignity of the nation, I think it is worth it."

“……”

Hearing this, Yang Qian took a pot of spirits, took a big sip, handed it to Xia Mu and said with a smile: "You kid is a man, I didn't misunderstand you at the beginning, when you told me that you were going to join Jinyiwei, I asked you if you were afraid of killing people, you said you were not afraid, I didn't believe it until today!" ”

Xia Mu grinned painfully, took the wine bag, and poured it down, but he was choked and coughed violently, causing Yang Wan to laugh again.

At this time, Ouyang Shen slowly woke up and stood silently in front of the temple.

Seeing this, Luo Kedi, who was on the side, looked sad: "The two sons of the old general have been martyred!" ”

Xia Mu only felt that his heart was heavy.

Late at night, the waves are even dawning and foggy, and the fragrance is still in autumn.

There was a faint sound of singing outside the temple.

Hearing the voice sound again, Xia Mu was sure that it was not his hallucination, but that someone was really singing, so he dragged his seriously ill body out of the temple gate.

Although it was a summer night, the wind still carried a cold wind mixed with the smell of blood, which made him can't help but stir up, and the song sounded more clearly in his ears, "The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy and you don't know." ”

He was sure that the song came from the front of the temple, and it should be right in front.

When I moved my eyes to the stone monument, I saw Ah Sang in a green shirt, her dress fluttering in the wind, and her long black hair like a waterfall almost melted into the night.

"Remember me, and gaze all day long. Gaze, from now on, add a new sorrow. "Singing Li Qingzhao's "Phoenix Terrace", the little girl sings very beautifully.

Ah Sang saw the young master coming, his eyes were red: "I'm afraid the third son of the old general won't survive tonight!" ”

Xia Mu's heart sank even more.

Looking at the lonely back in front of the temple, I saw Ouyang Shen soaking the handkerchief and applying it to the forehead of the third son, guarding his side without leaving half a step.

"Daddy...... Daddy......" Ouyang Changsong's hand grabbed something in the air, but in the end it fell short.

Ouyang Shen held his son's hand: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Abba is here." ”

In his sleep, Ouyang Changsong called for a moment, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Xia Mu looked at the general: "What is the general going to do?" We are already surrounded by Japanese slaves. ”

Ouyang Shen's hand holding Guan Dao tightened, and he paused for a moment: "You will break out tomorrow morning, and I will stay ......"

Xia Mu choked: "General......"

He smiled faintly: "The temple is Yue Fei Temple, and the thief is Qin Hui thief, and it is a festival...... It's still survival, and the choice is very clear. Watanabe is coming for me, I don't die, you can't live......"

Not a letter was left, not a word was left, not a word was left.

Ouyang Shen turned around and dragged his seriously injured body away, and Xiao Se's back was reflected in the bleak moonlight, leaving tears in the corners of Xia Mu's eyes.

He suddenly understood the general's mood.

He is a father, he can save his life for his son, but he is also a general, for the only remaining dignity of the Ming Kingdom, he must choose to die in battle.

Between home and country, Ouyang Shen knows how to choose!

After Ouyang Shen left, Ouyang Changsong slowly opened his eyes, and the tears that he had been holding back finally poured down, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Actually, I know, I always know, I was awake when Abba left me." I'm just angry at why he'd rather fight everything by himself! ”

Xia Mu's chest suffocated: "General...... He loves you! ”

"If I see Abba again in the future, I will only be in a dream!" Ouyang Changsong's tears couldn't stop flowing.

Xia Mu would rather that the qiē in front of him was just a dream, but the dream was beautiful after all, and the dream could not escape the ending of the loess covering the bones.

When people live, there is always something more important than life, which is worth guarding at their expense.

Human beings are the most fragile creatures after all, but sometimes they become the hardest creatures in the world, because faith - a person's faith is indestructible!

"In his position, he plans his work, he does his way, and he is responsible." In the temple late at night, Ouyang deeply remembered the duty of his life's position. Defend the country and resist the Japanese invasion.

It's just that the night is spreading, he provoked the bamboo curtain in front of the temple, and it was dark outside the temple, and the only light was the faint light of the bonfire in front of the temple, faintly enough.

The morning dawned, and the jackdaw crowed. The general's white-haired husband is in tears.

Xia Mu was supported by Ah Sang, and behind him, Yang Wanluo Ke was busy carrying the seriously injured Ouyang Changsong, and followed the refugees to escape from Yue Fei Temple in the wild grass.

Their bodies were scarred by the clumps of wild grass and dead trees, and it hurt. Ahsan wanted to cry and wanted to cry, but she couldn't.

I don't know how long I ran, the footsteps behind him seemed to be gradually moving away from them, Xia Mu turned around and looked back, his consciousness was a little blurred, and a faint figure of Ouyang Shen appeared in his sight, only to see that he was nailed to death by a Japanese slave on the big mulberry tree in front of Yue Fei Temple.

The blood soaked the yellow earth, but it engraved the sacred moment of the dignity of the Ming Dynasty!

It is better to die in battle than to surrender.

It's just that the flowers bloom in the dream, may the general always be there!