Chapter 77

The final battle is still here.

I was looking for peace for only three or five days.

Wugen Temple is located at the gate of the West City, a little far from the north gate, I can't catch up, Zhou Xiaochuan.

Although I got drunk a few days ago and forgot everything I said, I remember the bitterness and powerlessness when I was drunk.

In fact, after waking up, he was more sober than anyone else.

He thought about waiting for this big war to pass, waiting for Zhou Xiaochuan to have enough time to think and seriously plan the future between them.

But if one day, Zhou Xiaochuan finds out who he is, whether Zhou Xiaochuan is standing by his side, no matter what the result is, it is not what he wants to see, he doesn't want Zhou Xiaochuan to become a betrayal of his relatives.

Zhou Xiaochuan naturally didn't want to do this.

Otherwise, he liked Lord Rui so much at the beginning, but he didn't take a single step.

Separated from his love by mountains and seas, mountains and seas cannot be flattened.

Clear and clear, how not to understand?

"Xinfeng, do you say that I am important to Daqing?"

He reaffirmed to the people who were guarding him.

"Childe, it's important."

"Really?"

Importantly or not, that's all he has left for now.

Zhou Xiaochuan, I can help you one last time.

On the north city, the person who guards the city, Lord Rui.

It was Zhou Xiaochuan and Zhou Xiaoxiao who fought head-on.

Their Dharma King has made a comeback, fully attacked, and the border defense line has been put on guard throughout the city, and now this is the last battle between Daxia and Daqing, and there is nothing else to think about.

And they are now under the main force of the King of France.

As long as they hold on to this final blow, the lives of tens of thousands of people in Weiyuan County can be saved, and now that the Dharma King is attacking so fiercely, there is a great momentum to destroy them today. In the past few days, the soldiers have been exhausted, and countless soldiers have been killed and wounded. Now the defenders of the city are mostly remnants, and the real attack can't be held for too long.

Zhou Xiaochuan and Zhou Xiaoxiao both knew.

So they lured each other with their bodies, just for that final blow.

If it is done, they will be able to bring those who are in the chariot to death.

Zhou Xiaochuan waved the sword in his hand and killed the enemy soldiers beside him one by one, and the knife fell in his hand, and one person fell. Another wave of enemies rushed up again, killing them endlessly. is very similar to the interception and killing he encountered that day, and it was also a group of people who surrounded him in the middle, hoping to strangle him.

Growing up, there have been too many brushes with death.

He became cold-blooded, he became less concerned about other people's lives, and the more he killed, the more he cared, and when his hands were full of blood, he even cared about his own life.

Actually, he used to care.

In the icy lake, he struggled for someone to pull him, and he cared.

When the major general of his dignified general's mansion was surrounded by everyone, laughing and bullying, he shouted for help, waiting for someone to take away that group of people, he cared.

When he was diagnosed by the doctor that his meridians were completely destroyed, and it was impossible to practice martial arts in this life, and he needed to be accompanied by medicinal stones for the rest of his life, and he could only be a waste person, he cared.

But he was tired of calling for help, and he had no strength anymore.

In this world, there is no one.

He didn't care anymore.

He endured inhuman pain and forcibly washed the meridians, he slaughtered the full door of the ridiculed without blinking an eye, he entered the secret guard, and became a ghost who was forever active in the dark, and never saw the light of day again.

It's like he killed the man in front of him.

He hates killing, he hates bloodshed, and his blood is hated by others. No matter how dirty it is, you can't wash it off.

He's scarlet.

Why did he like the man on the wall behind him?

He couldn't remember.

Probably because of the hand he had placed on his shoulder during those difficult times. With a warm warmth, through the clothes, the glimmer of light passed to him.

A glimmer of warmth in the desolation.

What a luxury!

He Zhou Xiaochuan is really ridiculous and pitiful! The most precious thing is only a few traces of warmth in the palm of the hand.

He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't make a sound.

Later, that warmth was gone.

He was like a puppet that had lost all its support points, falling, collapsing, and dying.

Like a pile of dead ashes, he grabbed a handful and scattered it in the air, scattered.

He doesn't hold on to anything.

So he watched He Yanhuan use his body, clumsy disguise, lame coping, hard work, and running away in a hurry when he was exhausted.

A man does him so clumsily.

There was still everything that cared about him, who cared about everything he was hysterical and carefully maintained.

He hadn't called for help yet, he hadn't asked for anything, he had already felt sorry for him.

He hugged himself and washed his hands and made soup for him.

When you come back late at night, remember to bring him the food you find.

Even if he's just a soul.

He pulled back his sad and embarrassed self.

I didn't expect him to go through so much with him.

It would be nice if one day, when the war stopped, and he was still alive.

It's just that I can't give you an answer today, Yan Huan.

"Zhou Xiaochuan, be careful!"

Zhou Xiaochuan, master, I'm here to see you for the last time.

I couldn't hold back and came to see him.

Rushing to the front of the formation, he, who didn't know martial arts, could only rely on Xinfeng to approach Zhou Xiaochuan little by little. Following behind Xin Feng, he looked at his back from afar.

Why are we always so far away from each other?

He heard Yan Huan's voice!

He saw him!

Standing in a group of people, being pushed left and right, drifting around with the crowd, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

Zhou Xiaochuan was scared.

Don't move, don't move, I'll look for you!

Master, I looked at Zhou Xiaochuan, who crossed the sea of people and rushed towards me on the opposite side, and froze in place.

Zhou Xiaochuan, you finally came back to me.

He, Sima Jin, could finally look at him openly.

After such a long time, he Sima Jin finally had this day of reunion.

He waited.

Today will be his last chance, and Daqing's military horse is also the last blow.

I didn't expect God to send people to him.

God help me.

Sima Jin threw the things in his hand into the sky, and the fireworks that disappeared in an instant, and the dark lines of the ambush naturally knew that these were signals that could be moved.

Master, I saw the fireworks, and I also looked at the person behind Zhou Xiaochuan who was waving a knife at him one step away.

It was the guard Yako beside him.

It's too late to tell him to be careful.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the scoundrel's magnified face in front of his eyes, and the muffled snort when the knife entered the flesh.

Reaching out to catch only the man's soft body.

Xinfeng saw that Gongzi was stabbed by a knife, and reached out to grab the person, but he never thought that he would be caught by Zhou Xiaochuan.

And the assassin saw that he couldn't make a plan, so he was ready to make up for it. Xinfeng had no choice but to take it head-on and fight with Yezi.

"General Zhou, I'm in the way, you take Gongzi away!"

The blood in that place, and the red-stained half of the body, if you don't leave, I'm afraid that it will be really unlucky.

Childe's life is above all else.

It is bound to be higher than the assassination.

Zhou Xiaochuan didn't think about anything now, he only knew that the moaning of the person in his arms was getting weaker and weaker, and the hand he was holding the wound was already covered with scarlet.

"I'm not calling you...... Be careful? ”

"You're ...... Never listen to my ......"

"You...... Yikes......"

Before he finished speaking, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and it seems that I really want to explain here, master.

"Don't talk! Don't talk......"

"If I don't say it again...... It's too late......"

"No, I'll take you to the doctor!"

"You're not going to die! You won't die! ”

The war is not over.

He hadn't had time to reply yet.

How could he die!

"Fool......"

"You put ...... I put it down. ”

Doctors can only heal diseases, not death, Zhou Xiaochuan, do you understand?

There are thousands of dead people on this battlefield, and there are not many of us.

Don't you have the final blow? I'm not here to hold back, sir.

I want to help you, sir, even if it's just once.

I have never done anything for my beloved, and today I have relieved him of this boundless trouble.

"Xinfeng, I want to ...... Went back. ”

"Childe!"

Xinfeng surrounded them, protecting them step by step, retreating.

"Xinfeng, you bring ...... I'll go back...... Luckily? ”

Get back? Where are you going?! Where are you going?!

“…… Good. ”

Xin Feng wanted to take the son in his arms, but the man hugged him tightly.

"General Zhou, please let go, I'll take my son home."

"He's mine!"

"He's not going anywhere!"

He's his!

He doesn't want to wait for the war to end, and he doesn't want to care about anything! What does this world have to do with him! The only person who is related to him and important to him is the one person in his arms.

Zhou Xiaochuan is crazy, crazy, he has only one thought: save him, save him, who will save him!

God has abandoned him countless times, and he has begged countless times.

But he only wished that he could hear his cries for help only once, only once!

"He's not yours!"

"He's the younger brother of my mother!"

Sima Jin watched his own brother being stabbed, covered in blood.

Watch him die.

And the man said he was his! How could the younger brother of his Dharma King be his!

No wonder he's important.

It turned out that he was the younger brother of the King of France.

His chips are so big, big enough to fulfill Zhou Xiaochuan's wish.

That's it, that's it.

"You're here...... Take me home...... Yes? Brother......"

Sorry, Ye Qing.

I've taken advantage of you, and when I get to the underworld, I'll pay you back slowly.

Do you really want to go back with him, scoundrel?

You're running out of patience when I've kept you waiting too long, right?

Once again, I had nothing.

Sima Jin snatched him back from Zhou Xiaochuan's arms.

Under the protection of a group of people, he left.

The billowing smoke and dust, and the unfamiliar embrace, made him unable to see Zhou Xiaochuan's last look.

Is he alright?

The drums of war struck, and Daqing retreated.

Wu Yang's army, Hao Hao Tang Tang retreated, took him, retreated.

Zhou Xiaochuan chased after him like he lost his mind, he was unwilling, unwilling to let that person be taken away like this.

"I didn't expect him to be!"

Xie Zeshi stood on the city wall, looking at the retreating soldiers and horses.

Xiao Ye told him that he had a plan to retreat.

It was done.

"Lord Wang, this is the letter left by Ye Gongzi."

Nanying didn't expect that person to retreat from Daqing with the power of a blow.

They didn't know what was happening, but they saw it when they were seriously injured, and they saw it when they were kidnapped by King Daqing.

On a thin piece of paper, there were four words: "Retire, pit." ”

Pit!

Indeed, now that Daqing has withdrawn from the army, it is their best opportunity! As long as it goes through this battle, the vitality will be greatly damaged, and the morale of Daqing will inevitably be frustrated!

General Zhou was wounded. The target of the attack just now was not only Zhou Xiaochuan but also Zhou Xiaoxiao.

Weiyuan County could no longer survive any battle.

But Xiaoye is also in the retreat.

It's going to die, Ye Qing.

"Pass my order down, fire the cannon."

The cannon is the execution of the plan.

"Yes!"

Xiaoyezi, I'm sorry for you today.

The salute sounded loudly in his ears, and Zhou Xiaochuan watched Daqing's soldiers and horses fall into the pit one after another, and there was naturally Yanhuan inside.

"No!!"

The hysterical shouts permeated the sky, and the screaming voices were full of despair.

"Brother, don't go over!"

"Your Excellency!"

Zhou Xiaochuan couldn't take care of it anymore, Yan Huan fell, and he was injured.

He's going to die......

He's going to save him!

"Brother! I'm scrapped ......"

Zhou Xiaoxiao tried her best to pull Zhou Xiaochuan, who didn't care about it.

She is useless, and the martial arts of one hand and one body are all abolished.

General's Mansion, only him......