Sun Jian is known as the Jiangdong Tiger, with extraordinary force, and his reaction is also first-class swiftness, but this time, in the big army camp, in his own Chinese army tent, under unguardedness, he was suddenly attacked, and when he reacted, there was already a sharp pain in the lower abdomen, and then the severe pain slowly disappeared.

You don't have to think about it to know that this is not because the sharp pain is an illusion, but because the assassin's short knife is coated with severe poison, and the poison enters the body, which immediately takes effect, causing the wound to gradually become numb around it, so that even the severe pain can cover it.

Sun Jian roared, clenched his hands into fists, and as he stepped back, he slammed into the back of the leading assassin.

Boom! Boom!

The two fists slammed into the back of the leading assassin, and the muffled sound was like a drum, causing the leading assassin to rush forward, and even pushed Sun Jian to stagger back.

The assassin's short knife was still pierced into Sun Jian's lower abdomen, and the leading assassin had no time to pull it out, and the other two assassins on both sides flew over, but they were a step late when they jumped up, and they couldn't increase their speed to the extreme in a hurry, so they couldn't help for a while.

A few steps back, Sun Jian's feet were blocked by the desk, and he immediately fell back involuntarily, crying bitterly in his heart, and the leading assassin who threw himself in his arms was also brought down.

"Lord!"

The greetings of the guards came from outside the tent, and Sun Jian's roar had attracted the attention of the guards outside the tent, but Sun Jian was very strict in governing the army, and without his summons, none of these guards dared to break into the tent without permission.

The solid hardwood desk could not bear the weight of two people, and there was a downward momentum, and there was a clicking sound, and the desk broke in half from the middle.

Sun Jian's consciousness was already a little blurred, and his hands tightly clasped the back of the leading assassin, taking advantage of this opportunity, the other two assassins finally caught up, and one of them hugged one of Sun Jian's hands. Pulling it away with all his might, blood foamed from the corner of the leading assassin's mouth, and it was obvious that he had just been hit hard by Sun Jian's two heavy blows in the back, and he was already injured.

"Lord!"

The shouts of the guards outside the tent were already uneasy, and the leading assassin stood up under the pull of his two companions, and the short knife in his hand was still on Sun Jian's lower abdomen before it could be drawn.

"Let's go!"

The leading assassin assesses the situation, knowing that the guards will soon break into the tent. If you don't leave at this time, you won't be able to leave. Although Sun Jian was only stabbed once, the short knife pierced deep until it had no handle, and the poison coated on the short knife was stabbed. The lead assassin was also very confident that there was no need for another sword. Sun Jian will definitely not be able to survive.

The two companions moved. The door of the big tent was no longer possible, and the two of them took a few steps forward in unison, and the short knife in their hands pierced into the curtain of the big tent, and a large opening was opened in three or two strokes, one of them flashed out, and the other turned back to support the leading assassin. Immediately after that, he rushed out of the big tent.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and several guards swarmed in. But all they saw was the collapsed desk, and a person lying on it, looking at the clothes, they could recognize it as the lord Sun Jian at a glance.

A large opening was made on one side of the tent, and the night wind blew straight into the tent, and the three messengers who reported the emergency military situation were nowhere to be seen.

"Lord!"

Several of the guards rushed forward and shouted loudly, but no one thought to come out and warn them to catch the assassin.

By the time they helped Sun Jian up, Sun Jian was already in a semi-comatose state of breath and weak breath.

The escort team caught a glimpse of the handle of the short knife inserted in Sun Jian's lower abdomen, and finally reacted, shouting loudly: "Call the doctor, call the doctor, warn, capture the assassin!" ”

The guards immediately jumped to their feet, and the two drew their long knives in their hands, and flashed out of the gaping hole cut by the assassin, and the two ran towards the door of the tent, shouting as they ran: "Call the doctor, catch the assassin!" ”

In the dead of night, such a loud roar indicated the seriousness of the situation, and the guards waiting outside the tent received the order, and immediately became busy, summoned the doctors, reported to the commander of the Chinese army, warned them, and chased down the assassins.

In just a moment, the whole camp was shocked, and all the soldiers who had fallen asleep woke up from their sleep and got up and went out of the tent according to the order.

When Sun Ce rushed to the big tent of the Chinese army, it was already heavily guarded, his face was pale, he stepped into the tent, saw the situation in the tent, couldn't help but be frightened, rushed forward, and exclaimed sadly: "Father! ”

The short knife inserted in Sun Jian's lower abdomen had been pulled out, and the blood that flowed out was already as black as thick ink, exuding a pungent fishy smell.

Sun Ce knelt beside Sun Jian, his angry face, two lines of hot tears rolled down, outside the big tent, the noise continued, I don't know if the assassin was caught, Sun Ce was so confused that he didn't have the heart to think about the assassin at all.

Before returning to the camp tent to rest, he and everyone were still in the big tent of the Chinese army, discussing tomorrow's march route with his father Sun Jian.

"Father!"

Thinking of the heartache, Sun Ce reached out to hold his father Sun Jian's big hand, clenched it tightly, tears rolled down, and cried out in grief.

I don't know if it was Sun Ce's sad cry that woke up Sun Jian, or whether the poisonous blood flowed out and reduced the toxicity in his body, Sun Jian opened his eyes slightly with difficulty, turned his head left and right with difficulty, his mouth opened and closed, Sun Ce leaned over, put his ear to his father Sun Jian's mouth, and barely heard the two words: "Go out and ......"

Sun Ce was stunned for a moment, and blurted out a retelling: "Go out? ”

But his hand can feel being held tightly by his father, although it is no longer as strong as before, but this feeling will not be wrong.

Zhang Hong knelt on the side, and after hearing the words, he looked around suddenly, and shouted to the guards and doctors: "Get out, everyone go out!" ”

After Zhang Hong's reminder, Sun Ce immediately understood that his father was asking the idle people in the account to withdraw from the tent, and he had something to say.

But soon, Sun Ce realized that his father was going to entrust the future.

As soon as he thought of this, Sun Ce couldn't help but feel sad and cried.

Everyone quickly withdrew from the tent, and those who remained in the tent were only the subordinates who were usually qualified to discuss important matters with Sun Jian here, including the staff Zhang Hong, Lu Su, Zhou Yu, the generals Zhou Tai, Jiang Qin, the eldest Sun Ce, and the nephew Xu Kun.

Zhou Yu took a step forward, knelt beside Sun Ce, and whispered comfortingly: "This is an extraordinary moment. Don't be sad and lose your voice, the lord seems to have something to say. ”

Sun Ce was teary-eyed, barely stopped crying, and saw that his father Sun Jian seemed to be about to sit up, so he hurriedly reached out to hug his back, and together with Zhou Tai on the other side, helped him sit up.

In Sun Jian's lower abdomen, his clothes were already soaked with stained blood, exuding a fishy smell that rushed to his nose, and everyone was approaching. No one frowned at this.

Sun Jian slowly turned his head to look around, smiling and nodding at everyone, this kind of action made everyone's hearts ache and tears welled up.

"Ce'er. On your knees! ”

Father Sun Jian's voice was low and weak. But with a majesty that Sun Ce could not refuse. Sun Ce knelt up when he heard the sound, waiting for his father's orders.

"Hello Mr. Zizuna!"

Sun Ce was stunned when he heard this, and then he came to his senses, turned around on his knees, and bowed to Zhang Hongna on the side.

"My lord! Cannot! ”

Zhang Hong realized that the lord Sun Jian was entrusting the future. can let Sun Ce bow down to himself, but he never expected it, and immediately knelt on the ground, screaming sadly.

Sun Jian's face became more and more calm. Seeing this, Zhang Hong hurriedly reached over with both hands and held his right hand.

"Mr. Zigang, talented, dog, blunt, young, ignorant, today, I will entrust, sir......"

Zhang Hong couldn't hold back any longer, cried loudly, and shouted sadly to Sun Jian: "The lord, Hong, not talented, the lord is so generous, Hong will be liver and brain, assist the young master, and repay the lord's kindness!" ”

Sun Jian promised Zhang Hong so much, smiled and nodded in reply, then turned his gaze to Sun Ce, and instructed: "Ce'er, remember, don't worry, martial arts, be kind, all the gentlemen ......"

After saying such a conversation, Sun Jian seemed to be powerless, closed his eyes tiredly, and after a while, he opened it again and held Sun Ce's hand, which seemed even more powerless than Fang Cai, and it was all because Sun Ce held it tightly, so that he did not slip and fall.

"My son, the word, the word, the boy, the servant, the old mother, the kindness, the kindness, the younger brother, the family, the kings, ......"

His voice became lower and lower, and his hands became weaker and weaker, so that even if Sun Ce had his ears in his ears, he couldn't hear what he was saying, and he gently exhaled a breath of zuihou, and his body softened and passed away.

Sun Ce still held his father Sun Jian's right hand tightly, stared blankly at his father who fell softly in Zhou Tai's arms, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and exclaimed sadly: "Father! ”

As soon as the words fell, his body also fell limp, and he fainted suddenly.

"My lord! Lord! ”

Among the crowd, Zhou Yu was the closest, and he hurriedly knelt down and rushed forward, shouting repeatedly.

As soon as he shouted like this, he had already reminded everyone present that the current lord was Sun Ce, the young master.

When Sun Ce woke up slowly, the lights and candles in the tent were still bright, and Zhang Hong and others were still there, but his father Sun Jian was missing. He sat up suddenly, looked up and looked around, but still didn't find it, and suddenly realized in his heart that his father Sun Jian had left him.

"Lord!"

Zhang Hong, Lu Su, Zhou Yu, Zhou Tai, Jiang Qin, and Xu Kun all knelt down in front of him.

Sun Ce's eyes were red, showing a blank look, and he muttered: "Father, where is my father, I'll go and accompany him......"

"Lord!"

Zhang Hong stopped it, with majesty in his voice, and when Sun Ce saw it, he said aloud: "Lord, the old lord has passed away, the love of father and son is the way of family, but the lord shoulders the last wish of the old lord, the life and death of tens of thousands of troops, the expectations of the old folks in Jiangdong, Hong has the trust of the old lord, and I hope that the lord will mourn, change smoothly, take care of important things first, and then do the filial piety!" ”

Speaking of zuihou, Zhang Hong himself burst into tears, because he knew very well what a heavy burden the old lord Sun Jian's entrustment was for the current lord Sun Ce.

No matter how tall and resolute Sun Ce, the lord sitting in front of him, looked, he was just a child who still needed two years to perform the crown ceremony.

Sun Ce was silent, two lines of tears rolled down again, and when he raised his head, through his teary eyes, he saw Zhang Hong, a lonely minister, his friend Zhou Yu, Lu Su, the general Zhou Tai, Jiang Qin, and his cousin Xu Kun, all looking at him, and suddenly a tragic and heroic aura rose in his chest, and with incomparable grief, he knelt on the ground with a bang, raised his head to the sky and shouted:

"Father, the child will live up to his father's high expectations!" (To be continued......)