Amuda didn't say he saw it, nor did he say he didn't see it, the first warrior of the Tu Wu army was dead.

The two light horsemen had watched how Amu had died, and they were angry, humiliated, and hopeless.

Qin Kill shattered Amuta's saber and stabbed it into Amuta's body, so Amu was killed.

"Amuta!"

"Our warriors!"

They jumped off their horses, shouted a few times in abrupt words with grief and indignation, and then, with hateful eyes, looked at the Tang army general who had been stabbed by the two of them, but was not dead, and viciously raised his saber and cut down.

A smile appeared on the corner of General Zhenwei's mouth, he used the last of his strength to keep the Northern Tang Banner standing, he felt that he could do this, it was really good.

Then, he vaguely heard the sound of Tang Dao cutting through the flesh, and the sudden shouting of the killer, and finally the sound of the corpse falling to the ground, and then, it seemed that everything was silent.

The wind and smoke are silent.

He saw a young man with a broken Tang knife covered in blood come to him.

"General, I'm here, waiting for your orders!"

The young man said.

The autumn rain washed the young man's face, so clear, so clear that he was moved.

He suddenly laughed, laughing with tears on his face, how similar that young man was when he was young!

What a good young man, he suddenly felt that he loved this young man very, very much before he died.

He spoke with difficulty, trying to keep his breath in his breath, and asked:

"You...... What is it called? ”

"My name is Guan Kuo."

……

……

The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.

It's the wind again, it's the rain again, the rain weighs on the Northern Tang flag, let it hang down, the wind drifts away the Northern Tang flag again, let it unfurle, and it keeps repeating, just like this army in the wind and rain.

The rain dripped from Guan Kuo's body, and the river of blood flowing on the ground converged, eventually filling the vast expanse of wasteland.

There were corpses everywhere, and two living people.

A middle-aged man, a young man.

A general Zhenwei, an ordinary soldier of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

It was as if there was silence everywhere, and that picture became the only one at this moment.

Guan Kuo's whole body was covered with blood and mud, but his eyes were very bright, he held the Tang knife like this, he felt very firm in his heart, he did it, he killed here, he came to his commander to report, waiting for his own order.

It's just that there is still a little sadness and tragedy.

He wanted to cry a little, but he didn't want to cry in front of the general who was about to die.

That night, he didn't cry, and now, he can't cry, he is Guan Kuo, the son of Guan Qinghe, the old man's qin friend, and a soldier of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

The blood in General Zhenwei's body kept flowing, and his face gradually turned pale, he had come to the end of his life and was about to follow the first emperor.

Looking at General Zhenwei, Guan Kuo lowered his head, their troops were defeated today, and he didn't know where to go, feeling that his heart was empty.

Just looking at the banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty that still did not fall, he gradually settled down a little.

"Broad ......"

The light in General Zhenwei's eyes became more and more dim, and there was still a little bit of brilliance.

Now he is powerless, and he can only maintain the upright banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty with difficulty, he feels that he seems to have heard the name Guan Kuo a little, but he can't think of who it is.

I don't know why, Guan Kuo felt that his whole body was excited, and endless longing surged in his heart, he raised his head with some pride and pride, clenched the Tang knife, and said sonorously and forcefully to his commander:

"General, I am Guan Kuo, Guan Qinghe's only son, a soldier of the Northern Tang Dynasty!"

His voice was like a flood bursting its banks, breaking everything, and his arrogance and arrogance almost instantly brightened the sky and pushed away the haze. He is very proud, he is a soldier of the Northern Tang Dynasty, he is very proud, he is Guan Qinghe and his only son, he doesn't care what others think of his father, how he looks at the housekeeper, he is very proud, he is Guan Kuo!

A slight surprise flashed in General Zhenwei's eyes, which were getting lighter and lighter, but it quickly turned into appreciation and relief.

"Good......" he said in a subtle tone.

He held up the ground a few times, but he couldn't get up safely, Guan Kuo came to him and helped him up.

More and more soldiers of the Northern Tang Dynasty killed here, and they saw with tears in their eyes that their general had come to the last period of his life, so they fought bloodily to give him a rare peace, so that Guan Kuo and General Zhenwei could barely appreciate the slow passing of life.

His body was heavy, all covered in blood, and Guan Kuo leaned against him, feeling a little sour in his heart.

This general, like all the generals, has paid too much for the Northern Tang Dynasty, and when Guan Kuo was the son of Zhongshu Ling in the past, he couldn't feel this, but now, he has personal experience, he has seen everything with his own eyes, and he knows how difficult it is for the ruling class and magnates in the Northern Tang Dynasty to live a good life.

The rain gently beat on their faces, slightly cool.

General Zhenwei finally pulled the Northern Tang flag back to his side, then untied it from the flagpole, and solemnly put his hand into Guan Kuo's arms with a slight trembling.

"Take it, leave here, go to see His Royal Highness King Jin, as long as you live, don't lose it, otherwise, I will punish you for dereliction of duty below."

Guan Kuo listened quietly, with a solemn expression, and nodded slightly.

He knew that it was an order, and he needed to listen to it.

General Zhenwei saw his nod and was a little relieved, and then his eyes brushed over his hand and saw the tattered Tang knife in his hand.

General Zhenwei slowly handed Qin Kill over, the gluttonous patterns on it reflected the water, the lines became clearer and clearer, and the blade flashed with a cold glow, like the iron-blooded Qin Dierlang.

"This knife is yours, it's an order."

He paused, a flash of sadness in his eyes.

"I once had a son, if I could live until now, he would be about your age, and he also died in this northern frontier, this knife, given to you now, is the best destination......"

"Treat it well, remember its name, it's called Qin Kill, it's not dull in a hundred battles, it's what you say about it, take it, kill it, I hope you don't die."

Guan Kuo listened very carefully, he felt like a big stone in his chest, so depressed that he almost suffocated, but, he couldn't refuse, he trembled his hands, and took over the heavy and flickering Tang Dao Qin Kill with emotion in his heart, but he vaguely felt that his whole body breath was running more smoothly, as if he had gained greater strength.