"Mr. Li! Are you okay! ”

Zhao Xian covered his broken left arm and flipped off the horse.

Previously, because he rushed too deep, under the siege of the Black Family's army, a not very good left arm was cut off by Qi Gen! It's all because he is a fourth-grade martial artist, and his vitality is strong enough!

Otherwise, an ordinary person with a broken arm, not to mention being able to resist many sergeants, can make them faint to death due to excessive blood loss!

"Don't come close!" As soon as Li Qingshan's words fell, a fierce sword qi shot out from his abdomen!

With a bang, a new slender crack was added to the sand!

"This ......" Zhao Xian saw that Li Qingshan's condition was very poor, he looked at the desperate imperial sword again, and shouted at the sergeants surrounding him: "Mr. Li is fine, bring the dead brothers back!" ”

"No!"

...... Late at night!

In the Goryeo military camp, there was a dead silence, and everywhere you could see the wounded wearing white cloths.

In the central tent, Park Daru sat in front of a bookcase, on which a battle report was spread.

He'd been sitting there for an hour.

The battle report is very simple, only this battle is counted, how many people were killed, how many people were wounded, and how many people were left to fight.

The number of dead is five thousand, shocking!

He didn't understand why he could be beaten like this when it was obviously a crushing situation!

Is it true that he is not properly commanding and is too wasteful to cause all this?

No, it must be that scholar who is too terrifying!

comforted himself, and Pu Yi, who felt that his throat was dry and aching, picked up the teacup and took a sip...... The bitter tea can't hide the bitterness in his heart.

Smack!

Putting down the teacup, Pu Yi took out a delicate short blade from his waist, and after staring at the blade for a few breaths, he actually stabbed it into his palm!

Poof!

This knife directly pierced the palm of his left hand!

Blood poured out in an instant, dripping red on the table and on his robes.

The sharp pain made his cloudy eyes pass through a moment of clarity.

After pulling out the short knife and throwing it on the ground, he pushed the blood-stained battle report aside, picked up the wolf howl pen on the table, dipped it in the blood flowing from his palm, and wrote on a piece of rice paper.

[In today's battle, Gao Lierlang suffered heavy casualties, as a commander, I should have apologized with death! ] 】

[However, I still bear the heavy responsibility of the emperor, and I can't die for the time being! 】

[Li Qingshan, this is the name of the scholar...... When did Great Xia produce such a terrifying young generation? 】

[The task of persuading the vanguard army to surrender and secretly occupying the border of Great Xia may not be completed. 】

[Tomorrow, in the last battle, kill Li Qingshan at all costs and annihilate the vanguard army...... If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent! 】

"Someone!" Putting down the pen, Pu Yi called, and the sergeant who was waiting outside walked in quickly......

......

On the easternmost beach of the fishing village, corpses are lined up, all covered with a not-so-clean white cloth.

Qiu Bo, who was shirtless, held a carving knife and carved something on the wooden plaques.

The old and weak women and children of the fishing village knelt beside the corpses, silently wiping away the blood and tears that had fallen......

The younger generation knelt upright, and the big bull at the front gritted his teeth, got up and walked to Qiu Bo's side, knelt down with a plop, and said in a deep voice: "Qiu Bo! I'm going to war! Kill the enemy and avenge your uncles! ”

Seeing this, the remaining seventeen young people got up and knelt in front of Qiu Bo one after another, and said in unison, "Qiu Bo! Please, let us go to war! We're going to kill the enemy! Avenge! ”

Click!

Qiu Bo carved a knife in his hand, his cloudy eyes looked at the young men, and said expressionlessly: "When you die, who will collect the corpses of us old guys?" ”

Da Niu opened his mouth, and a hoarse voice came from his throat: "Qiu Bo! I don't want to shrink behind, I'm also a big Xia Erlang! Killing the enemy and defending the country is what you taught us from childhood, isn't it? ”

"Your fathers are all my comrades, and I am useless to protect them...... You are the continuation of their bloodline......"

"At the very last time, you little cubs will have to die behind me......

After speaking, Qiu Bo carved the wooden plaque again.

Da Niu glimpsed that the name written on the wooden plaque was the name of Uncle Qian, who had taught him to catch fish since he was a child...... Qian Yaoguo.

Smack! Smack!

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

The young men lowered their heads one after another, and the waves pushed and pushed the tide, and swept the wet sand in front of them back into the sea......

...... Inside the tent of the Great Summer Camp.

Zhao Xian, who had a broken arm, was holding a jar of spirits, and a wine bowl was placed on his left and right.

Crash!

The sparkling liquor fell down the spout of the pot into the bowl, stirring up a burst of grain mellowness.

"Zida, Wu Jiang...... Today I pour you wine. Zhao Xian hugged the wine jar and touched the wine bowls on both sides, and made two jingling sounds: "You, the idea is back, and you met the chivalrous man with a good heart." ”

After taking a sip of wine, Zhao Xian shook his head with a smile: "But you didn't die unjustly...... has done a lot of evil, and it has been stained with the blood of many ordinary people...... This is retribution. ”

"But I'm better than you, especially Zida like you!"

"You shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't have the idea of surrendering!"

Every time he said a word, Zhao Xian had to take a big sip of spirits.

"Look at me, I have no idea of surrendering, and I have lived a few days longer than you!"

"At least, Lao Tzu can die on the battlefield!"

"Hey......"

"Don't say it, don't say it...... Immediately, Lao Tzu will come down to you for a drink...... When he arrived at the underworld, Lao Tzu specialized in killing Goryeo ghosts and playing Goryeo women! ”

"The night is too long...... Lao Tzu is alone, I can't wait......"

......

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The last sword qi was forced out of Li Qingshan's body, and the big trees in the dense forest fell in pieces, shocking the birds!

The sound of clattering footsteps slowly approached, and the little red horse ran towards Li Qingshan with a brisk step and a fat rabbit in his mouth.

"You're a good hand at catching rabbits." Li Qingshan looked at the little red horse and couldn't help but smile.

Syllable!

After knocking the fat rabbit unconscious, the little red horse smacked his mouth: "Bang! "...... [I'm hungry, roast me a rabbit to eat!] 】

"Sometimes I really don't know, I'm the master, or you're the master." said so, but Li Qingshan skillfully cleaned up the rabbits......

The little red horse bowed down with a satisfied face and yawned: "Bang! "...... [That sword is so powerful, why don't you use me as a shield...... I can't die anyway. 】

Li Qingshan glanced at it and said with a smile: "The sword of the half-step one-grade is too fast, it's too late...... Otherwise, I would have thrown you out long ago. ”

Little Red Horse Tilted Head: ???