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Qian Mingguang lowered his head, his right hand holding the knife and his empty left hand clenched together, and whispered in an extremely shameless tone.

"I ...... I'm scared ......."

Hearing Qian Mingguang's words, the old quartermaster paused, and after a while, the old face smiled, he patted Qian Mingguang's shoulder with a smile, and said comfortingly: "Little fatty, raise your head, this is not a shameful thing, everyone is afraid of death, afraid of death, or fear of death is nothing at all, because this is human nature." ”

"What's more, you have done a good job, at least you didn't drop your weapon and run away, which proves that you are already a qualified soldier."

Qian Mingguang slowly raised his head, and looked at the old quartermaster beside him who was looking at him amiably in amazement, and couldn't help but say in his heart, "Is this really a qualified soldier?" ”

Can....... Qian Mingguang turned his head to look at the Han Iron Cavalry behind him who was frantically fighting with the Huns, looking at their bloody battles and the appearance of not retreating, Qian Mingguang's mood was unprecedentedly lost and heavy.

Am I really a good soldier now? But why do I seem to be so much worse than those people?

"Grandpa Wang, I'm ......." Qian Mingguang just opened his mouth, at this time, the two pairs of old ears of the old quartermaster on the side suddenly moved, and in an instant, his eyes became cold, without any stop, he quickly took a step behind Qian Mingguang, and used his stiff back to firmly protect Qian Mingguang under himself.

In the next second, the old quartermaster, who used his body to block Qian Mingguang's back, suddenly trembled, the corners of his smiling mouth trembled, and his eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily.

But soon, he regained his composure,

Qian Mingguang noticed the extremely abnormal scene of the old quartermaster, but he just wanted to turn his head and ask what happened, when the old quartermaster Wang, who was standing behind Qian Mingguang, reached out and turned the head he wanted to turn back to the front.

Patting Qian Mingguang's shoulder, the old quartermaster stretched out his old finger and pointed to the Huns and Han soldiers who were still fighting in front of him and said slowly.

"Little fatty, look there, do you see, there is the battlefield, do you see the Huns who were pierced in the chest by the halberd of my Han soldiers? Did you see our flag-bearer, who was cut in the throat by the Huns with a scimitar? That's what you're afraid of, you're afraid that you'll be one of them, a cold corpse. ”

Qian Mingguang nodded undeniably.

The old quartermaster's face did not change and continued.

"Chubby, if I didn't guess wrong, you must be afraid of death because you want to live, right?"

"Hmm."

The old quartermaster standing behind Qian Mingguang pursed his lips, a drop of cold sweat was inadvertently left on his forehead, and he became struggling to speak.

"Think...... It's a good thing to want to live, people who don't have the desire to survive are categorically impossible to survive on the battlefield, Chubby, remember...... Remember my ...... Remember my words, when you get to the battlefield, don't be afraid of death, don't be afraid of death, because the more you are afraid of something on the battlefield, what will appear, the feather arrow will come to you, and the Huns will also recognize you to cut it, and you will ....... Ahem, be fearless so that you can survive the battlefield. ”

On this battlefield where the shouting and killing were fierce and the horses' hooves were collapsing, a veteran stood behind a recruit, and Dun Dun taught the recruits about his decades of military experience.

The nearby Huns seemed to have forgotten about these two people in the battlefield, they brandished scimitars from near Qian Mingguang and the old quartermaster, and rode past, obviously there were two Han soldiers beside them, but they just ignored them, as if, these two people did not exist at all, or...... There was no need for them to kill them.

One can ignore them, but the feathered arrows that fly in all directions on the battlefield and pass through the sky do not.

........

"Little ...... Chubby, you ...... Do you remember....... Can't be afraid...... Because people ....... Once a person is afraid, there will be a strange smell on his body, and that smell will attract the messengers of the underworld to seduce the soul and kill him, we ....... We must not be afraid when we go to the battlefield, only those who are fearless can ....... to survive on the battlefield......"

As time passed, the old quartermaster became more and more difficult to speak, and his voice became more and more trembling, Qian Mingguang had already sensed that something was wrong and wanted to look back, but the old quartermaster pressed his shoulder with his withered palm, and at the same time distracted him while talking.

Qian Mingguang humbly listened to the old quartermaster's teachings, and he looked wherever the old quartermaster pointed, as for the old quartermaster himself....... His withered hands pressed on Qian Mingguang's shoulders, and he used his restrained body to block his back.

During the time he was teaching Qian Mingguang, the old quartermaster's body would tremble a few times from time to time, and after each violent trembling, he would always stop for a few seconds before speaking again, and his voice was getting quieter and quieter every time.

"Chubby....... I....... Have you remembered all my words? ”

The old quartermaster's last extremely weak voice rang out.

Qian Mingguang stared at the battlefield in front of him and nodded thoughtfully, "Grandpa Wang, I remember, I can't be afraid, the more afraid I am, the faster I will die." ”

Hearing Qian Mingguang's answer, a smile flashed on the old quartermaster's old wrinkled face, and his cloudy old eyes slowly raised and stared at the sky with thick smoke, the corners of his mouth with blood flowing down a trace of arc, and whispered in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.

"Remember...... Just remember it...... You, you're younger than me, and you're ..... You should have more rights to live than I do, Chubby....... It's time for you young people to take care of you, big man, I'...... I ......."

"I can't hold it."

"Boom!"

When the words fell, the old quartermaster pressed Qian Mingguang's shoulders with both hands, and fell weakly, and he himself fell to the ground with a bang.

Hearing this loud noise behind him, Qian Mingguang looked back, and in the next second, the expression on Qian Mingguang's face froze.

He saw that the thin back of the old quartermaster was full of feather arrows at the moment, there were seven or eight of them, obliquely and uprightly, but all of them passed through the chest, and the blood flowing from the wound had already gathered into a pool of blood at his feet, but Qian Mingguang's body did not even have the slightest wound.

Another venerable elder is gone.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of their selfless dedication that immature children can grow up quickly.

Sun Ming is like this, Li Tian is like this, and so is the old quartermaster, they are all a group of elders, a group of great and respected ....... Ancestors.

........

Qian Mingguang stared blankly at the old quartermaster who had long been out of breath at his feet, and looked blankly at his amiable face.

Suddenly, Qian Mingguang's ears rang with the words left by the old quartermaster before he died.

"You, you're younger than me, and you're ...... You should have the right to live more than I do. ”

Tears gushed out of Qian Mingguang's eyes.

I...... Am I dragging others down again, am I....... Is there someone who has been dragged to death by me?

"Wang ....... Grandpa Wang, you, wake up, I don't want this right, you get up, let me die for you, I'm just a greedy and afraid of death, nothing can be done, you are the one who should live! ”

Qian Mingguang knelt down in front of the old quartermaster's body, and with teary eyes, he reached out and pushed the cold body of the old quartermaster, wanting him to wake up, but no matter how he pushed, the old quartermaster couldn't wake up.

He fell into an eternal slumber.

Qian Mingguang hugged the cold bones of the old quartermaster and cried, he couldn't remember how many times he cried when he came to the Han Dynasty, because there were always a lot of things here that made him can't help but cry.

The teenager will eventually grow up, but this road is too bumpy and sad.

Qian Mingguang hugged the corpse of the old quartermaster and cried bitterly, thinking about his dying words in his mind for a moment.

"Dahan, it's up to you young people to take care of it, I'...... I....... I can't hold it anymore. ”

Why, why are you all like this, Brother Sun is like this, General Li is like this, even you are like this, Dahan, is it really so worthy of your life, are you so willing to die for it!!

Qian Mingguang cried bitterly, but his cry that was too loud attracted a lot of things, such as ...... The Huns, for example....... Huo Qu's disease!

After the four blood-stained Hun cavalrymen in front of them killed the unyielding Han cavalry in front of them, who had hacked one of their brothers to death during the siege, they were just about to turn their horses to besiege and kill the other Han soldiers, when they were attracted by the loud howl not far away.

Seeing the painful appearance of a Han army recruit holding the corpse of a Han army veteran, the four Huns with rough faces on the war horse glanced at each other, and then, the four of them did not hesitate, and immediately turned their horses towards Qian Mingguang to kill.

Soon, the four Hun cavalrymen rushed to Qian Mingguang's body with their scimitars, the galloping sound of the war horses, and the howl of the Hun soldiers' charge, all of which were so loud in Qian Mingguang's ears, but he didn't react, still holding the corpse of the old quartermaster and crying bitterly.

"Die!" One of the fastest Huns had already appeared beside Qian Mingguang on horseback, and the scimitar in his hand was raised high to cut at Qian Mingguang, who was crying under the horse, and the moment the scimitar was raised, the expression on the face of the Hun cavalry was also extremely hideous.

"Whoosh."

The sound of several feather arrows breaking through the air sounded, and the Huns who had just raised the scimitar in their hands had not had time to cut off Qian Mingguang's head, and found that there was a sharp pain in his neck, and in the next second, his eyes were black, and he planted the war horse, and the three Huns beside him and behind him also died under the sudden feather arrows.

"Drive, drive."

Almost at the same time that the Huns arrived, Huo Qubing took Zhou Xing and more than 100 Han soldiers to rush here, on the war horse, watching the Huns raise their knives and cut towards Qian Mingguang, the champion Hou did not hesitate, took a bow and pulled an arrow, and there were more than ten meters away, and an arrow hit the throat of the Huns, and then Zhou Xing and others also hurriedly took a bow and pulled arrows, and shot the rest of the Huns.

"Phew."

Coming to Qian Mingguang, who was still crying bitterly, Huo Qubing tightened the reins of chasing the wind under his crotch, stopped in place, and then quickly turned over and dismounted, and ran towards Qian Mingguang under the horse.

When he saw the corpse full of feather arrows in Qian Mingguang's arms, an old quartermaster who had followed him to Hexi and fought for the Han Dynasty for decades, the footsteps of the champion Hou stopped in place.

Huo Quzhi's fists clenched violently, and he let out a sound of intertwined bones, and his pupils also burned with raging anger.