Peng was hopeless and frantically urged the war horse, and plunged into the Turkic camp in the northern city, and the antlers in front of the camp had been twisted and twisted, and it could not work, so he whipped his horse and rushed into the camp. At this moment, the full camp of Turkic men and horses either went to rescue the commander Mantuo, or were killed by the Hebei Rush, leaving only the silent corpses all over the ground, silently enduring the storm.

"Big Brother --!" Peng roared hoarsely, shaking the reins wildly, and galloped aimlessly through the camp, bewildered as he did not know where to go. After running for more than 100 breaths, the war horse suddenly tripped over a tripping rope that appeared across the sky, Peng Wuwang was caught off guard in confusion, and his whole body rolled to the ground in embarrassment, and he rolled in the mud for several times before stopping in a pool of sewage ponds. A few Turkic smug roars rang in his ears, and several Turkic soldiers came up from all sides, their sabers swinging vigorously in the cold wind, trying to dissect him.

"Yikes! --" Peng roared madly, sprang up from the mud pool, grabbed a Turk and slammed it around, the sound of a crisp melon and fruit shattering sounded, and the Turks who surrounded him were all smashed by their own companions' heads, and their dead bodies fell to the ground. Only one soldier remained, desperately running towards a warhorse not far away.

Peng Wuwang burst into a shout, jumped in front of him, grabbed him by the neck, lifted his whole body horizontally, and then kicked him hard at the waist and ribs, kicking his spine into two pieces, far away, and jumping onto the horse with a vertical leap.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the corpses of countless Turks and white-clothed warriors from Hebei lying not far away. He hurriedly rode his horse and rushed forward, but was shocked to find that the Hebei Yong general Wei Meng was lying weakly among a pile of Turkic corpses, and blood was gushing out of more than a dozen wounds on his back.

"General Wei!" Peng Wuwang jumped off his horse, rushed in front of him, grabbed his body in his arms, and said in a trembling voice.

"Brother Peng, why are you here?" Wei Meng's voice was weak and weak.

"I'm looking for Big Brother." Peng Wuwang held back his choked and said in a low voice.

"Hehe," Wei Meng smiled weakly, raised his hand with all his might, and pointed in the northwest direction, "General Jiang has gone over there." He shuddered and spat out a mouthful of blood, and a happy smile appeared on his face: "This time, we killed the dog so badly."

"General Wei, you Hebei people are all heroes and heroes." Peng Wuwang only felt that his eyes were sore, he quickly blinked his eyes, desperately held back his tears, and said in a trembling voice. He raised his head, looked at the war horse on the side, and reached out to wrap his hand around Wei Meng's waist and legs, trying to carry him onto the horse.

Wei Meng raised his hand suddenly, pressed Peng Wuhope's hands tightly, shook his head slightly, and showed a faint smile on his face: "Brother Peng, give me a ride."

Peng Wuwang froze violently, his eyes fixed on Wei Meng. At this time, Wei Meng had already closed his eyes peacefully and waited quietly.

Peng Wuwang's face showed a look of understanding, and he gently pulled out the single knife he was carrying, and said in a low voice, "General Wei, if you see my second brother, please tell him, our brother, this is coming." He jerked a single knife and stabbed the blade into Wei Meng's heart like lightning.

Looking at Wei Meng's serene face, Peng Wuwang raised his head, letting the cold rain frantically pour on his face, his hands clenched tightly into his fists until the skin of his hands turned iron blue. After a long time, he let out a long breath, jerked back on his horse, and galloped away in a north-west direction.

The mile-long road was covered with the corpses of Turks and Hebei warriors. The white-clothed robes of many Hebei soldiers have been stained with blood. The corpses of countless Hanhu warriors lying on the side of the road with their arms held together and died, their mouths filled with the flesh and blood of their opponents. Peng Wuwang saw the corpse of Feng Rugang, the fierce general of Hebei, and a long spear traversed his entire body from front to back. His corpse fell straight to the ground with its head facing northwest. A blood mark of more than 100 zhang long dragged out behind him, apparently after he was injured in the abdomen, he insisted on crawling this bumpy road of more than 100 zhang before he died of excessive blood loss. In his hands, still clutching the eyeballs of some enemy. Maybe that's what the enemy soldier who pierced his body had.

Peng Wuwang gritted his teeth fiercely, held back his grief, whipped his mount frantically, and galloped straight towards the northwest, he only hoped to see his eldest brother and die with him.

The neighing sound of a horse sounded in front of him, and a strong war horse hunched the body of a white-clothed general rushed towards him, and behind him, more than a dozen black-clothed warriors rode wildly after him, and one of the black-clothed men shot a flying knife that hit the horse's hind legs.

The war horse shook its body a few times unwillingly, and finally couldn't support it anymore, and fell to the ground sideways, throwing the general off the horse. Peng Wuwang pulled the reins suddenly, stopped the war horse, and saw the face of this general: he was the eldest brother he was looking for. In his chest, a wound of more than a foot was opened, and large streams of blood gushed out.

"Big Brother --!" Peng Wuwang roared with a cry, and suddenly pulled out his long knife and rushed to Jiang Wang's side, blocking in front of him.

"Kill!" The black-clothed warrior shouted at the same time, swords, guns, swords, halberds, and the terrible sound of a dozen blades blowing in the wind, according to Peng Wuhope.

"Be careful!" Behind him came Jiang Wang's weak voice.

"Bah--! Peng Wuwang let out a thunderous roar, and the long knife in his hand slid like lightning along the handle of the black-clothed warrior's steel fork that rushed to the front. The samurai's ears were bleeding from the sound of his roar, and his eyes were blurred, and he didn't have time to withdraw his hands, the thumbs of both hands were slashed off, and he could no longer hold the heavy steel fork. Peng's hopeless knife gesture did not stop there, the flowing light of the knife followed the handle of the fork to his lower abdomen, cutting his body into two sections like a paper-cutting paper. The upper half of the black-clad warrior's body swirled and rose high, and the blood exploded in the air like fireworks, scattering in all directions, splashing all over the cheeks of the surrounding warriors. Peng Wuwang was like a terrible ghost in hell, and a body of blood broke out from the dense blood curtain, and the flaming sword light instantly swept through the necks of the three stunned sword warriors, and the three human heads flew high, making a long whimpering sound of breaking the sky.

The surviving black-clothed warriors around them let out a frightened scream, and the samurai wielding spears, tomahawks, and maces fought hard to fight for their lives

Performing the most proud trick of his life, he surrounded Peng Wuhope, and everyone's eyes were blood-red. They have all come to their senses, and one more move to fight with this black-clothed young man is to take a step towards the ghost gate.

Peng Wuwang's body spun several times quickly on the muddy ground, rolled up a large area of muddy water, and headlessly covered the black-clothed warriors who rushed up from all directions, and at the same time, the single knife in his hand burst out with a dazzling light like a Qibao lotus lamp, and the sword light like broken silver flew out in all directions, and the sound of steel knives entering flesh resounded throughout the audience. The throats of the black-clothed warriors spurted out a torrent of blood at the same time, as if they had lost their marionettes, and they staggered backwards.

At the same time, the heads and stumps of the human beings flying in the air fell one after another, falling to the ground along with the fallen corpses. Peng Wuwang threw down the single knife, rushed to Jiang Wang's side, hugged his body, and hissed, "General Jiang, I'm sorry, I'm late."

"You're here at last." Jiang forgot to hold down the bleeding wound on his chest with his hand, and gasped.

"General Jiang, we are really brothers, even if we are desperate, I will come too." Peng said hopelessly and tremblingly.

"Ahem...... Ahem, at such a young age, don't let down your good life." Jiang Forget coughed violently a few times and said softly, "Save a life for me Jiang Forget and go and kill the Turkic Commander Mantuo. It's useless for me to forget about it, I can't kill him in one step."

"General Jiang, I'll take you away, the divine doctor Jia Bian Que is proficient in medical skills, and he will be able to save you." Peng Wuwang choked up.

"Okay, let me rest for a while." After a moment of silence, Jiang Wang's face showed a weak and peaceful smile, and he struggled to straighten up slightly, and took a light breath, "I suddenly want to listen to the song now, you sing for me."

Peng Wuwang's eyes were sore that made him crazy, big tears welled up, he hugged Jiang Wang's body hard, and said in a dumb voice, "Okay. I don't know what songs General Jiang likes to listen to?"

Jiang Wu exhaled slowly, smiled slightly, and said in a weak voice, "If we are really brothers, how can you not know the songs I like."

"Hmm." Peng Wuwang nodded vigorously, coughed, and sang softly:

"Born in the deep valley and loving the heavens,

Wangtian just wants to go over the mountain.

All my life I wish to turn into a wild goose,

Flutter your wings in the sky.

Thirty years later, the bearded guest,

Shepherd thirty years ago.

The shepherd boy wants to wear clothes,

The bearded soldier wants to herd the sheep."

The fond memories of his childhood were like a sweet spring, and he began to flow happily again from Peng Wuwang's dry heart at the moment. The scene of the four brothers of Pengmen gathering together, the majesty of the eldest brother Peng Wuji beating the drum and singing, the suave and graceful poetry and wine of the second brother Peng Wuxin, the worry-free storytelling and cooking, and the joy of the fourth brother interjecting and joking, are like vivid pictures, which are displayed one by one in front of Peng Wuhope's eyes.

"General Jiang, do you remember this song? You also said: If you get lost at the ends of the earth, let me sing this song and take you home. Do you remember?" Peng Wuwang gently rubbed his eyes with his hand, wiped away the tears that blurred his eyes, and asked in a trembling voice.

There was only a silent silence in his arms, and there was no sound except the sound of the pouring rain.

"General Jiang!" Peng Wuwang looked at him in panic, but saw that Jiang Wang's eyes had been gently closed, and a crystal tear quietly cut out the corner of his eye, and was quickly washed away from his cheek by the pouring rain.

"General Jiang, General Jiang, wake up, wake up." Peng Wuwang shook Jiang Wang's body frantically, but he didn't get the slightest response. He only felt that the world was spinning, his head was dizzy, he took a breath desperately, choked a few times, and finally couldn't control it, and pressed Jiang Wang's body tightly to his chest, and cried loudly.

"Big Brother...... You think of us, big brother...... You must have remembered us, didn't you......" Peng Wuwang pressed his head tightly against Jiang Wang's cheek, trembling all over, "Big brother...... You said you wanted me to take you home, I'm here, we'll go home......" His well-up tears poured down Jiang Wang's sleeping face, and his heart-rending cry echoed in the rain empty. The earth-shattering thunder sounded again in Siye, as if the sky was moved by this sad scene and launched a sad sound.