Blood, half-worn leather armor, a few strands of silver hair, and the knife the Assassin was holding.

The hilt was so delicate and ornate that it was inlaid with a few small gems, and when the Assassin drew it, the light of the knife slashed with an iridescent glow.

But now that the knife was so close, it had lost its color.

Only the sun fell in Sun Ce's eyes, flashing and flashing.

There were many points of light in his eyes, fluttering and circling, as if trying to give him the last bit of color, but they flew faster and faster, so that he could barely see anything.

He couldn't see the picture in front of him clearly, he couldn't hear the sound of Jin Ge intersecting, and he couldn't smell the fresh and fragrant fragrance of grass and trees that he had smelled a moment ago.

Sun Ce realized in hindsight that it was not the world that had strangely lost its color, but that he had shed too much blood.

The man went all out, pressed the knife down again, the blade was almost on his face, the man's strength was surprisingly great, like a bully who could carry the crown, suppressing him to the death, that was really a warrior!

However, Sun Ce immediately realized that it was not the Assassin's infinite strength, but that he was almost exhausted.

There were two other assassins lying in the grass a dozen paces away from them, and they were all Sun Ce's achievements, so he didn't have to be presumptuous.

But when it came to the last one, Sun Ce tried to use all his strength to fight back three times and twice, blocking his knife, and then slashing down with a sword - his body seemed to be frozen.

Is he going to die here?

This terrifying thought flashed through Sun Ce's mind, and then it couldn't disappear.

No, he is not afraid of death! When he learned of his father's death when he was sixteen, he was in battle! In the past ten years of fighting on the battlefield, he has never been afraid of anything!

But once that thought comes to mind, it never goes away.

As if because of the distractions in his heart, Sun Ce seemed to be able to hear the sounds around him again.

The Assassin was also tired and nervous, so his breathing was heavy, accompanied by the gentle sound of teeth rubbing against each other as he gritted his teeth.

He also heard his own breathing, much more rapid than the Assassin's, light and urgent.

Sun Ce was accustomed to hearing the breathing of dying people on the battlefield, and the ominous thought in his heart not only did not abandon him, but became clearer.

- But it doesn't matter, he said to himself, there are guards behind him!

They will come, and they will save him!

Those, those pro-soldiers...... Those were veterans of the Sun family who had fought with their father for more than ten years, and they were willing to die for him! As long as they come! Kill the Assassin and he will be carried back to the comfort of his bed at home, where a physician will treat his wounds......

As soon as this idea appeared, it immediately ignited his will to survive like a fire!

He even heard the sound of horses' hooves in that instant!

Not a horse! It's a lot of horses! It's not a pony! It's a war horse that is at most inferior to his mount!

That voice wasn't even his hallucination!

Because when he heard the sound of horses' hooves, the assassin who was holding the knife to his neck suddenly froze!

Sun Ce's eyes seemed to be able to see many colors again.

He saw that at the edge of the glade, behind the col, there were indeed many horsemen, clothed in leather armor and covered with burqas.

The new leather armor glowed in the sunlight, but it still pale in comparison to their burqa.

There were emerald brocade burqas embroidered with gold thread; There is a turquoise silk burqa, on which are carefully woven with flowing moire patterns; There is a golden-red Shu brocade robe, which is majestic, and it is the most conspicuous among the cavalry.

When he went out of the city in the morning, he looked at them one by one and was impressed, so that now as long as he glanced at the afterglow, those gorgeous and gorgeous pictures in the depths of his memory would immediately jump out.

There were also sachets, and cheers, and the young girl's adoring looks, and those memories that should not have appeared at this time of life and death, suddenly all jumped out.

The children of the family all stopped their horses in unison.

Sun Ce looked at them hopefully, while they looked indifferently from a distance.

So Sun Ce understood everything in an instant.

He had lost his strength, his sight, his hearing, and his full perception of the world.

The only thing I could feel was that the wind was getting colder, the sun was dimming, and a mountain was rising in the distance.

- That's what he secretly thought about, if possible, he must go to Tarzan once.

Sun Ce suddenly opened his eyes.

A low roar welled in his throat, and layers of blood foamed from between his teeth.

There was a sudden light in his eyes, which had lost their luster!

Cold! Bright! A light that shines brighter than the sun!

Then came a force beyond the comprehension of the Assassins, and suddenly attacked like a tiger! It devoured him in an instant!

When the Assassin used all his strength, and the knife could only be slashed from the bottom up, the face of the handsome young man could not be detracted from in the slightest, but instead made the blood-bathed man glow, a strange thought suddenly arose in the Assassin's heart.

- Heaven loves this young man so much, even if he dies, he must die so beautifully.

No one could hear the emotion in his heart.

He had fulfilled the promise he had made at the grave of the Lord, and he could finally close his eyes in peace.

Almost as soon as he fell, he also heard the sound of another heavy object falling to the ground, as well as the sound of many chaotic footsteps.

Is there the footsteps of Taishan Mansion in it?

…… No.

It was the sons of the families, the sons of the families who gathered around and looked at their lords condescendingly.

Their young, beautiful faces were full of cold mockery.

But Sun Ce's consciousness had gradually blurred.

He didn't want to look at them more, he just wanted to see if there was his father among the people who came.

Will he come and pick him up through the foggy dreams?

Ayer, Ayer.

It turns out that death is so painful.

When the dying Sun Ce was carried back to Dantu City, none of the enthusiastic girls were gone.

All the people in Dantu City were so frightened that they hurried home, only the people who lived on the street hid under the windows, and the bolder ones among them would quietly poke their heads out, but when they saw the solemn expressions on the faces of the group of people, they were so frightened that they quickly retracted their heads.

- There will be great chaos in the city! Think about it, General Xiao Sun was so seriously injured, how could he give up! Don't turn the thirteen counties of Wu County upside down! Kill people's heads!

The younger members of the family were so frightened that they huddled together, trembling, and did not even dare to think of the sight of the soldiers carrying torches, going from house to house searching for the Assassins.

At that time, who is an assassin and who is not an assassin, is it that they are the leaders who have the final say?

In the midst of a whispered sob, someone whispered again.

"What if that is...... General Xiaosun just died? ”

General Xiao Sun did not die immediately.

When he returned to the city, he saw his younger brother Sun Quan, shook his hand, and motioned for them to look at the people of the great families on the side, and only swallowed his breath in the evening.

Then, amid the cries of the ladies and mourners, a middle-aged scribe in his forties hurriedly walked over.

"Childe!" Zhang Zhao's voice was louder than that of the female dependents, "Xianjun is letting the son take the surnames as humerus!" Jiangnan Ke'an! ”

Those Jiangdong clansmen who stood still and watched coldly moved their expressions slightly when they heard this.

Their eyes were fixed on the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a bad look.

And the young man who looked very handsome and even a little cowardly was dragged by Zhang Zhao and came to them, and saluted them with tears in his eyes.

"The kid is young, and everything in Jiangdong will depend on the princes in the future!"

Someone suddenly stepped forward, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Childe! If we can't do our best to protect Jiangdong, how to meet the ancestors under the spring in the future! ”

When he shouted these words, the group of Jiangdong scholars seemed to wake up in an instant, and they all pounced on each other, comparing them with the daughters of the Sun family with their blood-weeping voices, vowing to vent their blood, grief, and loyalty together!

The house was in a mess, and the cries came and went, and when the beams of the house were about to tremble slightly, suddenly someone's crying stopped.

One by one, the cries of the nobles ceased.

A young man appeared at the door, his face covered with dust, and he knew at first glance that he had hurried back, but he walked in hurriedly, and when he saw Sun Ce's body, there was not a single tear in his eyes.

He didn't cry, but when Sun Quan saw him, he suddenly pounced and screamed as if he had seen his brother come back to life!

Zhou Yu reached over and held Sun Quan's hand tightly.

There were still no tears in his eyes, and they were as cold as ice.

is both a minister and a friend, and even has the friendship of ascending to the church to worship his mother, so Zhou Yu also wore linen and filial piety like the Sun family, and guarded in front of Sun Ce's mourning hall.

But he is still different from the Sun family.

The people of the Sun family are mourning, only wearing sackcloth, not him, but Zhou Yu wears sackcloth on the outside and iron armor on the inside, and guards next to Sun Quan day and night.

He didn't drink, eat, or sleep, as if he wasn't a person, but a ghost who didn't worry about his younger brother, but whenever someone came to mourn, his hand would unconsciously press on the hilt of the sword.

Until Zhang Zhao, who couldn't see it, came to persuade him, Zhou Yu sneered.

"Didn't Gong Zhang think I was a fool?"

"If you can kill all the Jiangdong Haoyou," Zhang Zhao said coldly, "I won't stop you." ”

Zhou Yu said sharply, "Gong Zhang thinks that I only have one person and one sword, and I can't kill them?!" ”

"I see the looks of Gongjin, Huang Gongfu, and Cheng Demou, and I know what you want to do," Zhang Zhao sighed, "It's just that the prince and this group of female dependents, what should I do?" ”

In the dead of night, in front of Sun Ce's coffin, the two were relatively speechless.

"For today's plan, only you and I can assist the son, be virtuous and capable, and do our best, in order to keep Jiangdong and plan for the future."

Zhou Yu chewed on the word, and suddenly felt that his mouth was full of bitterness.

Where did you come from? When the son becomes an adult, Yuan Cao Liu has already decided the victory and defeat in this battle, and he wants a "coming day", unless this little boy is also a famous general like his father and brother.

…… How easy is it to say?

Bo Fu's enthusiasm for hegemony in the Central Plains, those elite soldiers, and those words of oath are all sprinkled in the dust with this blood.

Sun Ce's best friend finally sighed.

"I speculated repeatedly, but I felt that this matter was quite unusual, although that group of thieves had a grudge against Bo Fu, I am afraid they did not have the courage to connect with Xu Gongmen's guests, let alone such a vicious plot," Zhou Yu asked, "Who is making plans?" ”