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Having lost the hostages, the little lone soldier no longer has an amulet.

Chen Song knew very well: if there was no main force to land, even if 100 Chen Song came, there would be no way to take the brothers out.

He could have not come.

The lieutenant did not allow him to come.

That's right not to come.

But he just couldn't watch his brothers have their heads cut off, and he watched the excitement on the big boat.

People always have to die, if he Chen Song stood by today and couldn't bear to watch his brothers who had been born and died for many years fall into a desperate situation, then even if he was blessed with a great life and lived a long life, the shame in his heart would make him suffer for the rest of his life.

Today, if you die, you will either rush to kill and die vigorously, and take a group of brothers to the underworld, where there are Beifu soldiers, and you can also assemble into an army; Either God favors him, breaks away from the blade of the Xianbei people, returns to the army, and is executed by Liu Yu.

No matter how he died, he didn't feel the slightest guilt in his heart.

But the key is to rescue people, otherwise everyone will all die on the shore, even if they are worthy of the love of the robe, it is also very wretched.

Although Liu Yu ordered that he should not be allowed to go ashore to fight, he was not allowed to rescue. There are now many clippers on the river, and those on the shore will be scooped up as soon as they can get back into the river. It's just that the Xianbei soldiers are pressed to the death, and they don't give them a chance to escape by diving at all.

It was clear that someone had to stay on the shore and fight desperately, to stop the Xianbei soldiers, and to cover the escape of the other brothers. The only ones who can do this task are Chen Song and Guo Xu.

Guo Xu handed over the golden helmet that Ah Bo had dropped on the ground to Chen Song:

"You take everyone away, I'll keep watch."

Chen Song pushed the golden helmet back:

"My brother is not leaving, and I will not leave. You're too tired, go back. ”

Guo Xu is no longer seesawing:

"I'm dead, it's a big deal. You're dead, a team leader. You don't care about your own head, you have to care about the morale of your brothers. ”

Before the war began, the loss of a general for a small episode was indeed unlucky for an expeditionary force. But isn't going back a dead end? With Liu Yu's style of governing the army, he can tolerate defeat and never tolerate disobedience.

"You probably don't know yet, I disobeyed the order of the captain to save you, and even if I go back, I will be beheaded. I am mortal, you are not. So you should go. ”

Those present were shocked. They immediately understood why Chen Song was the only one who came up to reinforce him.

Guo Xuqiang held back his tears and ordered the soldiers:

"After Team Chen and I are in the main hall, the rest of the people immediately go down to the river and return to the team! Violators will be beheaded immediately! Then he turned to Chen Song: "I'll die with you!" ”

Chen Song knew that it was useless to say more, he reached out and pressed Guo Xu's shoulder, and the two of them put their foreheads together, stared at each other for a while, and laughed silently.

Xu Zhihao, Mung Bean, the madman, and two other soldiers knew that this was an order that could not be disobeyed. knelt down silently and kowtowed to the two chiefs and the two eldest brothers. After taking two steps, they all cried bitterly.

The Xianbei soldiers had already restored order and formed a phalanx to press over.

The Xianbei elite who were mighty in all directions actually watched their master being captured alive by a handful of enemies, and this strange humiliation made them angry.

There will be no more persuasion on the battlefield, only bloody revenge. Ah Bogan has already passed the order, everyone else can be killed, Chen Song must be captured alive, he will personally chop this guy, let him know what price to pay for insulting the assassin of Great Wei Jizhou.

Guo Xu's eyes stared ahead, and he subconsciously clenched the lance in his hand. If no miracle happens, both he and Chen Song will die here. In order to save himself, Chen Song didn't care about losing his head, and he was the same. The only regret is that he lost his head before returning to Guanzhong. How miserable it would be for a headless ghost to meet his grandfather and father underground. Thinking of this, I smiled bitterly.

The gloomy face of the Xianbei soldier had reached a distance of ten paces, and a long lance suddenly pierced the sky, flying towards the Xianbei soldier from the direction of the river bank, and when it landed, it encountered the instep of a person, and it immediately passed through it without giving up. The soldier screamed and leaned back, but his feet were still pinned to the ground, and he collapsed in a very unnatural twist. A circular empty field immediately appeared in the Xianbei formation, and in the center of the circle was a wounded soldier who was hoarse and exhausted.

Guo Xu looked back, Xu Zhihao raised his hand at him, and jumped into the river awkwardly.

Goodbye to the village party, there is no better way to say goodbye.

The Xianbei soldiers were humiliated again and were furious. The blade was like a wave, slowly and heavily, surging towards the small island of two people.

Chen Song and Guo Xu sank down, steadied their feet, and were ready to go. Their lances will fly out first, disrupting the formation of the soldiers in front of them, and then they will wave their scimitars and rush into the enemy's formation, killing the Buddha when they meet the Buddha, and killing the father when they meet the father.

From the moment the Central Plains Lu sank, their fate was decided.

Destined not to die in a bed surrounded by loved ones in decent clothes, like lucky grandparents or descendants.

Young life is about to wither.

The white blades are dazzling, the blood is flying, and strangers are buried.

The body will rot and will melt into the dirt.

Those who see dry bones will not know how handsome and tall their owners were during their lifetime.

If there is a soul, they will see who is the one who ends this century-old chaos that the smell of blood seems to never dissipate.

Let him go, there is no point in qiē.

It makes sense that brothers died side by side

It's raining.

The dense rain invaded obliquely, and fell on the heads of the Xianbei soldiers.

Rain of arrows.

On the Yellow River, four huge "golden-winged" warships lined up, and the beast heads on the bow of the ships looked hideous.

The Jin archers were condescending, firing their arrows in the wind, weaving a deadly curtain to keep out the two survivors of a battle that had already been decided.