Dou Chong looked at the man who was still dying with several arrows in his body, and the corners of his eyes lit up with banter, he snorted coldly and pulled out the arrow from the horse's belly.

An arrow hit the man's forward palm, and Yang Zhao gritted his teeth fiercely, swallowing a bloody moan in pain, while a bloody stain spread over his lips, falling from the corner of his mouth to his chin.

The man raised his eyes angrily, his horizontal eyebrows coldly glanced at Dou Chong on the horse, the corners of his bleeding mouth moved fiercely, and he still moved forward with difficulty and perseverance.

The Qin army surrounded the man, but suddenly stopped attacking, and every time the bloody hand moved forward, they inexplicably retreated half a step.

Dou Chong immediately stopped fighting, and then took an arrow, and the arrow was full of bows, aiming at the man's thigh.

The arrow went to the bone, Yang Zhao's white clothes were soaked in blood, the shocking red, the overwhelming blood, wrote faith on the land of Pusaka.

"Yang Zhao!" Song Ling couldn't cry anymore, she crawled step by step and approached in the direction of Yang Zhao.

The shadow guards around them fell one after another, and the blood-stained white silk turned into one after another bewitching poppies in their minds, painful and painful, but it was a silent sacrifice.

Yang Zhao gradually ran out of strength, the speed of movement became slower and slower, the bloody eyelids became thicker and heavier, she was really afraid, afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, he would never wake up again.

In the blur, she saw Dou Chong raise the arrow bow again, only, this time, he was aiming at Yang Zhao's throat.

"No!"

****

"No!"

"No!"

"Yang Zhao!"

"Yang Zhao! Yang Zhao! ”

The woman in the carriage frowned, her hands were clenched into fists, and the green tendons were faintly visible, and the whole person was struggling, screaming, trembling, and trembling, as if she was haunted by ghosts in pain.

The man sat next to her, caressing her sweaty forehead, his amber-like pupils filled with deep distress and worry.

"Ah Ling." He called softly, frowning at the scars on her body, although they had been bandaged to stop the bleeding, but in her struggle at this time, many more wounds were cracked open, bubbling bright red.

Murong Chong sighed deeply, slowly medicated her again, and stroked her hand very lightly, very lightly. Even though he knew she was unconscious at this point, he was afraid of hurting her.

How much she should have suffered, how much pain she should have suffered.

Ah Ling, I'm late.

At this time, Han Yan came to ask for a meeting.

The man with the sword eyebrows flying into the sideburns knelt on one knee and couldn't knock down, he glanced at the woman in the carriage, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he said in a deep voice, "Lord Wang, in the battle of Pusaka, our army suffered heavy casualties, and there are less than eight thousand people left!" ”

Han Yan mourned bitterly, more than half of the original more than 20,000 soldiers had been lost, and many of the remaining 8,000 horsemen had been injured.

With this remnant army and a few generals, how can we talk about reviving Dayan?

Murong Chong closed his eyes heavily, took a deep breath, and felt as if he was being pressed by a thousand catties of boulders.

"How is Qin Jun's side?" He asked in a deep voice.

"Dou Chong's 80,000 army is now less than 30,000, and we have fewer enemies and more enemies, and we have broken through, except for Yang Zhao's ......"

Speaking of this, Han Yan paused for a moment before continuing, "Except for Yang Zhao, we don't have any other generals, presumably Dou Chong can't explain to Fu Jian." ”

Murong Chong nodded slightly, when he thought of Yang Zhao, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart again, ten thousand armies gathered in Yi, and good generals were in trouble.

"How is Yang Zhao's sister now?"

Han Yan sighed and said, "I've already fainted three times when I heard the news. ”

"Give her the best care, whatever she asks for, meet her all."

"Yes."

At this time, Song Ling's eyelids suddenly moved slightly, as if there were signs of waking up.

Murong Chong immediately waved his hand and motioned for Han Yan to go down first.

But the man stood still, and did not move.

Murong Chong raised his eyebrows with a hint of displeasure, and said in a deep voice, "Anything else?" ”

Han Yan glanced at the injured woman, but finally couldn't hold back, and asked, "Lord Wang, Han Yan dared to ask, in order to save a woman, do you think it is really worth it to lose so many Dayan soldiers?" ”

Murong Chong's eyes were cold, like the blade of a sword sweeping over Han Yan, he was shocked when he saw it, and immediately knelt down.

"I know I shouldn't ask, but I still want to ask the prince, is it really worth it?"

"We are shouldering the great task of recovering the country, how can you be tied up by a mere woman, prince?" Although Han Yan knelt on his knees, he still said in a sonorous voice.

"If she is in danger today, you will go out; If she is captured, will you cede the city? ”

"Han Yan!" Murong Chong shouted, his eyes even more cold.

Han Yan lowered his head, but there was still unwillingness in his eyes.

"Do you think that I attacked Kabasaka just for a woman?"

Murong Chong snorted coldly, his world-famous eyes narrowed slightly, and they seemed to be so high that it was difficult for people to reach out.

Although she closed her eyes, she still felt the cold aura of Ling Ling emanating from his body, inexplicably strange, strange and frightened.

"Murong Hong is called the king of Jibei, he has captured Guanzhong, we want to join his army, Puban is a must-attack place." Murong Chong said in a deep voice.

Han Yan raised his head, although there were still doubts in his heart, most of them had disappeared.

He glanced at Song Ling, perhaps, she was not so important to Murong Chong.

"If your subordinates commit a crime, please punish the prince." He leaned down and pleaded guilty.

Murong rushed forward, helped him up with both hands, and said with Yin Yin, "The general is loyal, how can I not know?" ”

Han Yan was flattered, and for a moment regretted his recklessness just now.

Seeing the change in Han Yan's expression, a trace of essence flashed in Murong Chong's eyes, and then he said solemnly, "Han Yan listens to the order, this king now appoints you as a hussar general, commanding two thousand cavalry, and opening the way for the advance of our army." ”

"Order!" Han Yan clenched his hands into fists and said excitedly.

****

As soon as he got out of the carriage, Yuan Xiang couldn't help but whisper to Murong Chong, "Lord Wang, ......what did you and General Han say just now?"

Murong Chong sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said, "Han Yan has always been prejudiced against Ah Ling, if he knows how important Ah Ling is to me, it may not be a good thing for Ah Ling. ”

Yuan Xiang breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and even his frowning brows were relaxed, and he said again and again, "I know that the prince has always had a deep affection for Miss Ling. ”

Yuan Xiang took a deep look at the man with a long figure, in recent years, the King of Zhongshan has become taller and burlier than before, and he is more ambitious than before.

If he doesn't care about Song Ling anymore, then how many of the soldiers under his command can really be trusted by him?

"Lord Wang, if one day, you have to choose between the world and Miss Ling, what will you do?"

Murong Chong turned around, glanced at the carriage from afar, and then his eyes were firm, and he said resolutely, "If there really is that day, I will not hesitate to stand by the world and change her for a stable life." ”