Guan Zhengxing died, at the hands of that guy called Guan Shaoshan and also called Tie Shan Wu.

This is a piece of news that Guan Jianru, who has been stunned, heard.

That's impossible! It was the only thing he thought of when he heard the news.

His father is Guan Zhengxing, who is one of the top ten powerhouses in Jinling in terms of combat effectiveness, and most of the strongest people in Southern Wu are in Jinling, not in other places.

In his eyes, his father is omnipotent, even if he will encounter setbacks, but, directly killed by someone? It's a joke.

Besides, he had already reminded Guan Zhengxing to beware of Tie Shanwu, and Guan Zhengxing said that he had always been on guard against this person, in such a situation, how could Guan Zhengxing suddenly be killed by Tie Shanwu?

Too many questions, too many disbeliefs, filled his mind.

His left-wing troops are going well for the time being, so under such a high-spirited premise, ordinary people will naturally not accept the sudden bad news.

However, he raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Chinese army, as well as the direction of the right flank led by General Cai, and saw that the fronts in those directions had all collapsed!

The double blow made him suffer a great pain in his soul for a while, and he had no intention of continuing to rush forward with the left-wing troops to receive the sad glory, so he directly led his personal guards to rush towards the banner of the Guan family.

He wanted to see it.

The oncoming Nanwu people made way for him, and under the same grief, they all thought they could understand Guan Jianru's feelings.

Guan Jianru soon approached the Guan family's banner, and at the same time saw a young man covered in blood being carried onto a horse, and seven or eight people around him were rushing out in an attempt to rush out.

Those abominable Northern Tang people!

Useless is already dead, but Lei Gaolin and the rest of the people are not dead, and under the chaos, they robbed Tie Shan, who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and left.

But although they cared about Guan Zhengxing's life and death, the people of Southern Wu still hated them to the core, and after a short fight, there were only seven or eight people left in the original ones.

It was really a desperate battle, and while Lei was sad about the useless death and worried about the life and death of Tetsuyama Wu, some thoughts of giving up occurred in his heart.

But in the end, he still insisted on wielding the weapon in his hand, and did not choose to cut himself or tie his hands down.

Looking over those Northern Tang people, Guan Jianru saw Guan Zhengxing, who was surrounded by several guards under the banner of the Guan family, was lying there motionless, with a terrifying blood hole above his eye socket.

Suddenly, his body felt as if it had been struck by a thunderbolt, and his body was instantly incomplete.

He jumped off his horse in a panic, threw his weapon again, and laughed loudly into the sky.

"Haha! Ha ha! Dead, all dead! Defeated! All defeated! ”

Happiness and sorrow, under the huge gap, he seems to be crazy.

Under the banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty in the distance.

Wang Du's face was cold, and he slowly unsheathed the Tang knife.

……

……

Ma Lao'er looked at the stretching Huai River in the distance, smashed his mouth, and gradually narrowed his eyes, looking a little comfortable.

He lived for many years by the Huai River, which was not only his hometown, but also the hometown of his ancestors.

Fishing by the Huai River is his life and his faith.

Since the truce between the Northern Tang Dynasty and the Southern Wu for more than ten years, he has been very relieved every time he fishes.

Not long ago, however, there was another war between his country and the countries on the other side.

He doesn't have a very deep understanding of those national events, but he still listens to those things when others are chatting, which can relieve his boredom.

In any case, he is a person who lives at the lower level, and between national conquests, he can bring a lot of benefits, but there is no share of those interests.

But in the end, when the country is unlucky, he will be unlucky, and that is the helplessness of their kind of people.

So probably because of this, he cared and didn't care about that war.

Fortunately, I heard that the country on the other side of the river is about to end, and the big man of the Guan family has already led his troops to Chang'an, and he is about to capture the other party's capital, so at least it is not a bad thing for him.

Just as he was thinking about this, he heard his own boy, oh no, he was no longer a kid anymore, he was all married, but he habitually called each other a boy.

There was a shouting from there.

"Ho! Dead person? ”

"No wonder the fishing and harvesting in the past few days have not been very good, and it is bad luck to dare to love!"

Hearing that the big grinning guy was full of unscrupulous guns, he was angry and came from one place, and the most taboo thing for ordinary people is that their mouths are not clean, how can they curse themselves and usher in bad luck?

"Where did the dead come from, and where did the bad luck come from!?" He scolded.

In the past, for this "kid" of his own, what he said was the most effective, although because of his personality, every time he scolded, he forgot it next time, but at least the reprimand will work temporarily.

Today, however, is different.

The "boy" squeezed his eyebrows at him on the shore in the distance, pointed to the Huai River and said, "I didn't talk nonsense! What is this not a dead man? ”

Feeling that what the guy said should be true, Ma Lao'er stood up, hurried over there, stood beside his son, looked towards the place pointed by the other party, and sure enough, he found two corpses, floating towards the shore here.

As the distance narrowed, he saw the two corpses more and more clearly, and was finally taken aback, because the two corpses were all wearing armor, one was a big man with a full beard, and the other was a handsome young man who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, although his face was pale.

"Bad luck ......," Ma Lao'er muttered to himself.

The two bodies floated to the shore right under their noses.

"What should I do?" His son glared at his Lao Tzu, this was waiting for Ma Lao'er to come up with an idea.

"It shouldn't be the people on the other side, but our Dawu people," Ma Lao'er pondered for a moment and made a decisive decision, "Wearing armor again, it should be a soldier in battle, I don't know if it was sacrificed or a deserter was drowned, and picking it up can be regarded as accumulating good deeds." ”

Ma Lao'er said so, his son naturally began to pull roughly, he didn't care what dead people should respect Yunyun, just like Ma Lao'er said, he felt that he had already accumulated good deeds by scooping up these two corpses, could it be that he had to be as soft as a girl?

After his son pulled the two corpses ashore indiscriminately, Ma Lao'er stepped forward, subconsciously probed the pulse of the bearded man, shook his head, and signaled that he was really dead.

(End of chapter)