After Ah Duan was ordered from the young marshal to settle Fei Minghe and his party in his home, he was about to leave, but saw two figures, an old man and a young man, stopped at the door.

He first gave Fei Minghe a squeeze, then squatted down and stroked the forehead of the child in front of him, choked in his throat for a moment, and then said gently: "Ah Xiao, Daddy asked you to protect this Ah Weng and several uncles, you promised, huh?" ”

Ah Xiao was the nickname he hurriedly took when he left home, and the old mother and wife of the family relied on it, so they always named their son Ah Xiao.

Ah Xiao is now twelve years old, but he grew up in the miserable land of Shuobei, he looks only the size of a child of seven or eight years old, and he is not good at words, only a pair of big eyes seem to be able to read the hearts of adults.

Thinking of seeing each other in a hurry and separating, and not knowing when we would be able to get together, Lou Aduan felt even more sad and guilty in his heart.

"Daddy, I can do it. It's Mr. ......" Lou A's voice was jerky, and he looked at Fei Minghe beside him as he spoke.

Fei Minghe arched his hand to Lou Aduan, then hurriedly pulled up his sleeve and walked quickly to the door, pointing to the direction of Huifeng Pass through the wooden gate of the farmhouse:

"The old man saw that there was always a fire at the Huifeng Pass, and he knew that they would be ambushed. The old bones don't need to be guarded more, please ask General Lou to take them to help the marshal! ”

In fact, Lou Aduan and other low-ranking sergeants all knew that Fei Minghe was Wei Jinglin's confidant. In addition, this old man has a perverse personality on weekdays, and when he is idle, he is wearing a cloak and singing poetry and playing chess, and he never likes to mingle with the people they are fighting with, and he doesn't even know how to call a low-level sergeant like Lou Aduan.

Today is the first time I have seen this old man's gaffe, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes covered by gray and messy hair are full of excessive exhaustion and worry. He was originally a martial artist who was not in words, and when he saw this situation, he could only kneel down to receive the order, and at the same time glanced at the son beside Fei Minghe.

"Little Lao'er only leaves one guard, enough to take care of the general's family, please rest assured!" Fei Minghe also knelt down as he spoke, and bowed sincerely. Shocked, Lou Aduan had no choice but to kneel down again, and then immediately got up and ran to Huifeng Pass with the other nine guards.

When the sky gradually turned from dark ink to gray, the strong wind also stopped, and snow gradually drifted over the wind pass.

The lead-gray canopy of the sky hung low, overwhelming people, and the snowflakes were few and miserable, not enough to cover up the sins committed in the world last night.

When they arrived at the Huifeng Pass, the ten men who had been trained on the battlefield for a long time were still shocked by the scene in front of them.

They dismounted and ran and shouted, at first picking up the bodies of their comrades, hoping that there would still be any residual body temperature and heartbeat, and then some began to kneel and cry, in a vain attempt to free their comrades from the grass and dust that had spontaneously combusted.

Lou Aduan is the only person who has been standing in the sea of corpses and blood from beginning to end, he is a person who has just experienced a moment of reunion, the warmth in his heart has not faded, and he is not ready to part with his comrades-in-arms who have advanced and retreated for six years.

Strange and familiar faces appeared in front of him on the ground, but his heart swept over the face of his young son.

Either loss drove him mad with terror, and a heart was torn off with flesh and blood, and it kept falling, choking in his throat and unable to breathe, making him roar like a desperate beast.

There is a god above three feet, who connived at such a great evil in the world as cannibalism!

He fled aimlessly, unsheathing the bodies of his comrades covered in the corpses of his enemies, and the face of his young son reappeared in front of him.

He hated and hurt, and wanted to get the blood out of his heart!

This unconscious body lying on the ground is not the relative he once entrusted with his life.

In the end, the picture in his mind was fixed on Fei Minghe's face full of fear.

Yes, right, what about the handsome? What about the young marshal? What about the young boy who pardoned him for fleeing and asked him to be a guard?

He began to look around, his torn voice echoing in the hollow, like a lonely soul looking for his companion and not daring to leave.

Wei Jinglin's body was easy to find, and he was surrounded by piles of fallen enemy corpses. His face was unrecognizable with blood stained all over his body, except for a spear in his hand, which pierced two enemies at the end of the spear.

There were many stab wounds on his body, and the sword marks were exposed, and an arrow shot from the back of the neck and pierced in front of him. The place where he fell was covered by the corpses of his comrades, who did not want the body of the handsome to be ravaged by the enemy, so they protected them with their lives.

An older guard beside him tearfully bowed his hand to him and said, "Brother Lou, the young marshal must have desperately broken through the siege to help Wang Xing's camp, and the nine of us will go to him quickly." Da Shuai...... Please Brother Lou escort and let the loyal soul return home! ”

The nine of them knelt down in front of Wei Jinglin's body, and after bowing to him, they hurriedly got on their horses and galloped away in the direction of the pass.

I don't know how long it took for Lou Aduan to carefully move his fleshy body on the ground, thinking that he should first let "him" put down the gun he was holding tightly, because he was full of hatred and disgust for the corpse of the enemy soldier pierced at the other end of the gun.

While cautiously trying to break his fingers, he muttered something in his mouth.

At last, when he began to remove the arrow from the body, he suddenly collapsed on the ground and began to cry.

It's so easy to kill an enemy, but it's so hard to remove the broken arrows from the remains of a comrade.

He couldn't help but tremble while crying loudly, and then he heard what he had been saying: These bastards! Do you hurt...... It doesn't hurt!

There was a huge hatred in his heart, which made him lose his heart and go crazy for a while, and he wanted to pounce on the enemy and bite hard!

This is the god-like general he has always looked up to, a comrade who is willing to sacrifice his life for him. He should be the arm of the Son of Heaven, standing at the pinnacle of the empire and looking down on the territory he has conquered, not the cold corpse that he is now covered in blood and yellow sand.

He tore off his robe and carefully cleaned up the blood stains on the corpse, and before putting "him" on horseback, he suddenly felt that maybe "Dashuai" would be cold, so he untied his robe and wrapped it tightly around the corpse.

He tore off a strand of white robe and tied it on his head, which was needed in his hometown to pay tribute to the deceased elders.

He was even reluctant to ride a horse, for fear of hurting the "big handsome", so he led the horse forward, learned the posture of the guards, his waist was straight, and his face was full of pride and maintenance.

He is the Great Chenhuai Far Guard!

When the sky was darker and close to dusk, the snow was heavier, and the dilapidated tent of the Western Army could be vaguely seen, but it was eerily silent.

More than fatigue and hunger struck him with a numbing cold, and he suspected that his left hand had been frozen in the reins of his horse, and a moment of turning his head, a stray arrow brushed against his calf.

The sudden pain made him instinctively vigilant, and he looked back at the "big handsome" on horseback, and the pain when he pulled out the arrow on the back of "his" neck came again.

He took off the silver armor on his body, which was the plain ring silver armor that his wife had sewn for him before leaving, and carefully put it on for the "handsome" on horseback.

Lou Aduan, who was wounded in the leg, walked through the left-wing barracks that had been reduced to ashes, and only saw the young marshal when it was nearly dark.

The young boy was facing away from him, standing in the darkness of the night with his few remaining comrades, watching the Tulun tribesmen flee in a hurry.

Ah Duan's mind flashed the small figure of his young son again, and his heart ached, at least the battle was won, he thought to himself. He quickened his pace and walked towards the young marshal, not even realizing that there was a non-compliant and loving look on his face.

Suddenly, there was a sound of iron armor behind him, and the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the wind passed through his ears.

He knew that it was not good, and several of his comrades not far away had already fallen from arrows. He could see the astonishment and resentment on the faces of the young children who had turned their heads, and the arrows that were coming at him.

Li Zhengwei's subordinates, who were shooting sharp arrows at the bodies of their comrades, suddenly saw a lame figure running towards him, his posture swaying into a terrifying posture, his arms spread out like the wings of a giant bird, covering the young general, and shouting miserably, "It hurts! No, I can't! ”

When the fourth arrow pierced his back, Ah Duan, whose consciousness was gradually blank, looked up to the sky, thinking to himself: He is still a child who has just lost his father, he will hurt.

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