Qian Mingguang couldn't remember how he escaped back, he only remembered that as soon as the Huns appeared, Sun Ming rushed up with the two scouts and fought with the more than 20 Hun cavalry.

And he stayed in the rear because of fear and fear, and did not move.

He was so full of tears, crying and constantly watching the two Han scouts first wield a knife and hacked to death an oncoming Hun cavalry, and then was cut by a scimitar in the siege of the Hun cavalry, fell off the horse, and turned into a cold corpse.

He just watched the eldest brother Sun Ming, who was very good to himself, roar loudly in the siege of the Hun cavalry, waving the long sword in his hand and fighting to the death.

In the crowd overwhelmed by the Hun cavalry, Qian Mingguang could only hear Sun Ming's crazy roar and the screams of the Huns when they were swords, he didn't know what the look on Sun Ming's face was when he was surrounded by heavy surrounding, and he didn't know how many shocking wounds Sun Ming's body had, at that moment, his world was dark, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't do anything, and his body seemed to be imprisoned by something, and he couldn't move.

It was nothing else that imprisoned him, but fear.

His knife fell to the ground, and the first time he saw the blood and the corpse, Qian Mingguang seemed to have seen a ghost, and found a miserable scream, and the war knife that had just been drawn out in his hand also fell from his palm.

At that time, he really wanted to get off the horse and pick up the knife, he really wanted to help his eldest brother Sun kill the enemy, but he couldn't do it

Because he didn't dare.

Looking at the corpses of the Han scouts and the Huns on the ground, and looking at the Hun cavalry who were fighting with Sun Ming and constantly leaving scars on his body, Qian Mingguang was terrified, and the fierce and bloodthirsty looks of the Huns were constantly playing in his mind like a slide, and he was still sandwiched between the scene six days ago.

Now Qian Mingguang is only on the battlefield for the first time, and it is the first time to face a fierce and brutal enemy.

In a sense, this is the first time Qian Mingguang has faced the enemy head-on, the Xiongnu herdsman who was mistakenly killed by him before is just a common man, he is not a real Hun cavalry, so he does not have everything that a real enemy can have.

For example, the eyes, for example, the momentum, for example, to fight with life, and the will to fight if you don't die.

Qian Mingguang had never seen a person's expression so hideous and terrifying, and he had never heard the shouts of the soldiers of the ancient battlefield so closely

All of this made Qian Mingguang very frightened, which is why he stopped here, stayed still, and watched Sun Ming being surrounded and killed, but he didn't move.

He was stupefied by the appearance of the Huns when they fought.

He was afraid that if he rushed forward, he would be hacked to death.

Fear grew in his heart, imprisoned his body, sealed his five senses, and left him with only the last bit of perception.

At that moment, no one knew what Qian Mingguang was thinking, all he could see was his heroic face full of tears, crying helplessly and heartbroken on horseback, but he didn't move, watching Sun Ming fall off the war horse covered in blood, like a puppet who could only cry.

Perhaps, at that time, Qian Xiaopang thought about running away, wanted to ride a horse to escape from this terrifying place, this idea must be very strong, in fact, if he really left Sun Ming and ran away, no one would accuse him, because he was just a recruit, and the first time he went to the battlefield and saw the enemy so scared that he even threw a knife recruits abounded, it doesn't matter if there is more or less of him.

But he didn't, probably because Qian Mingguang didn't allow him to do that, and didn't allow him to run away like a coward.

Eventually, though, he escaped.

Five minutes later, the shouting and killing sound in front of him gradually disappeared, Qian Mingguang's head was already dazed, and his body didn't feel anything, was he dead? Who knows.

At that time, his only memory was one thing, and he remembered that when the shouts of killing weakened, a young general with a bloody head appeared in front of him, but his eyes were still so resolute.

Standing under his horse, he grabbed his cloak with his bloody hand, and forced himself to press himself on the horse's back, he was at his mercy like a puppet, and at that time he had lost all consciousness, and even the expression on his face became blank.

The man's voice trembled in his ear, and with each word, a few traces of red blood would spill from the corners of his mouth, and he listened to him with empty eyes.

He seemed to be telling himself that he wanted to live, and that the general would rely on him to protect him in the future, and said that he was a very good person, and his achievements in the future would definitely be better than him, and finally he mentioned his parents, and then they were gone.

"Smack." In the next second, the man struck the buttocks of the war horse under his crotch with the blood-stained long sword in his hand, and shouted, "Go!" Appeared in his ears, the painful war horse neighed, carrying himself like a front, lying on the horse's back is still so muddy, but strangely, there is no Hun in front of the road.

I turned my head for a moment, Ao, it turned out that those Huns all swung their knives to besiege and kill the Han general who killed many of their brothers.

Lying on the back of the horse, carried by the war horse, he fled all the way forward, but his eyes stayed on the corpse behind him, and "him" who was still fighting in the center of the corpse.

The scimitar stabbed him in the chest, and he stabbed the long sword in his hand into the abdomen of the Huns with his backhand, and the war horse raised its long hooves and kicked him to the ground, but he didn't know where the strength came from, and he actually dragged the Huns off the horse.

In the end, covered with thick blood, he slashed his neck with two scimitars at the same time, and with the sound of blood flowing, he knelt on the ground, facing himself who was fleeing for his life, but he didn't seem to be dead, because his head was still unwilling to lift a few times, as if he wanted to look at himself, to see the Chinese character battle flag fluttering in the distance, but in the end, he didn't move, just knelt on the ground, let the wind blow, let the scimitar cut off his head

Vaguely, when he fled for his life, he seemed to see a smile on his bloody face, that smile was very clean and pure, and in that smile, there seemed to be a touch of relief.

It must have been that after seeing that he had escaped safely, the big stone in his heart was finally put down.

Is it worth it?

For me, for me who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

Qian Mingguang didn't know when he regained control of his body, probably after completely losing sight of the person's body, Qian Mingguang, who gradually woke up from fear, raised his body on horseback and let out a howl of pain.

He didn't know what he was doing to do it, but what else could he do but cry and wail?

If he could, he wanted to go back and snatch Sun Ming's body back, but he couldn't, so he let the war horse carry him to escape, and he was in the howling wind, crying powerlessly and frantically.

In the tent, Qian Mingguang knelt in the corner, washing his face with tears.

Thinking of Sun Ming who died in battle, and then thinking of the appearance that he just knew to stand behind and watch, but couldn't help anything, Qian Mingguang had never hated himself like now.

Killing the soldiers and killing the children can be regarded as an accident, but watching the person who was very good to him die in front of his eyes, and he just stood aside and watched, and finally fled in a panic, what is this self called?

Coward.

Yes, coward, I'm just a coward, even though I'm not the same as before, but I'm still the greedy and scared fat fat man in my bones, and I'm still the dead fat coward who only promises.

Qian Mingguang, who couldn't stop crying, buried his head in his legs in pain, and kept shouting, "Brother Sun." ”

Qian Mingguang's self-confidence that he finally picked up, everything he picked up disappeared because of Sun Ming's death, and he once again had the idea of committing suicide.

Sun Ming's death hit him very hard, even more than all previous blows, because Sun Ming was his relative in his mind, watching his relatives die in battle, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, what is the meaning of living such a person?

Qian Mingguang was discouraged, and a sentence appeared in his heart.

Death is not a relief.

Qian Mingguang, who was teary-eyed, stood up from the ground tremblingly, and walked to a ring-headed knife thrown on the bed beside him, Qian Mingguang slowly reached out and picked up the knife, and gently closed his teardrop eyes, which was a relief.

But at this moment, an angry roar sounded in his ears.

"Get out!"

Li Tian, whose eyes were red and swollen, suddenly lifted the curtain of the tent, and General Li, who had always been gentle and elegant, actually let out a roar at this moment.

Sun Ming's death was not only a particularly big blow to Qian Mingguang, but also Li Tian, and even he was hit much harder than Qian Mingguang.

Because Sun Ming followed him two years ago, two years ago he was a pro-soldier next to Li Tian, Li Tian has no wife, Sun Ming has taken care of his daily life all these years, the two of them are no longer ordinary generals and pro-soldiers, if it weren't for Li Tian's reluctance to let Sun Ming leave him, I'm afraid Sun Ming would have been a military Sima a long time ago, so why wait for Huo Qu's illness to be promoted.

Li Tian was reluctant to let Sun Ming leave him, and Sun Ming was reluctant to leave his General Li.

They are brothers.

Therefore, at the moment when he heard that Sun Ming was killed, Li Tian fainted directly to the ground, and after waking up, he cried three times, it is difficult to imagine Li Tian's appearance of crying, because he has always given people the feeling of calmness, and sometimes it can even be regarded as facial paralysis, deliberately.

But Sun Ming's death made him unable to control his inner emotions anymore and cried loudly.

But he didn't cry for long, because he was no longer the stubborn soldier in Qicheng three years ago, he was now a general of the Han Dynasty, a debt collector who carried 52,000 lives.