Luo Bei threw a spear to pierce his body, and until he fell off his horse, the horse still rushed out and ran north.

Luo Bei looked at the falling figure, his heart suddenly sank, and tears flowed out instantly.

The Black Water Cavalry was still standing on their horses, seeing that they had died tragically, they were only slightly tilting their heads, and at this moment, they were more concerned about the young man who could kill a Jin General beyond ordinary people.

They are naturally indifferent, but they do not completely regard the life and death of a general as nothing, but now that he is dead, it really means nothing to them.

A cavalry leader suddenly raised the blade of his palm, and as soon as it fell slightly, the thousand cavalry would immediately charge, without dying.

Although there were only more than a thousand people in this Black Water Cavalry, I am afraid that no one in the world would dare to despise their existence.

However, in the end, the blade did not fall.

For soon they heard a hurried sound of a trumpet.

The sound of the trumpet, though it sounded like it was ordinary, was the only one they could hear, and the sound of the trumpet was rapid and dull, three times in all, each of varying lengths.

This unique sound was a call, and all Blackwater cavalry had to immediately stop running to the camp when they heard it, no matter where they were.

So, the Black Water Cavalry, who regarded the order as his life, did not stop for a moment, just glanced at Luo Bei more, and then turned away.

Soon after the Black Water Cavalry left, puffs of smoke and dust rose in the sky on the south bank of the Xiaoshang River, and after a few moments, the sound of countless horses' hooves became closer and closer, becoming deafening.

Jin Bing naturally knew that the Song army reinforcements on the opposite side had arrived, and there were many of them, not to mention that now the general was dead, and the Black Water Cavalry, which had extraordinary combat power, had also left.

The golden soldiers receded like a tide.

Leaving Luobei standing in the middle of the corpse and blood.

The red blood was still flowing from his body, and it was difficult to tell whether it was his own or someone else's.

He was covered in blood at the moment, looking at the retreating Jin Bing, after a long time, his eyes blurred, and the sunlight in the sky seemed to become more dazzling.

Then it began to crumble again, and the sky seemed to hang upside down, and the world in his eyes gradually collapsed at that moment.

He found that after experiencing the tragic war and the baptism of blood, he gradually understood that this world is not only black and white, but also many colors between black and white that even he himself can't distinguish, some appear in front of his eyes, and some appear in his heart.

For example, the scarlet of blood, for example, the hair and skin of the body are different.

The blue of the sky is obscured by dark clouds, and after a heavy rain, white clouds float in the sky, perhaps with the occasional falcon or two or an unknown white bird.

Everything will return to normal in the near future, only people who die will not come back, and the changed world will not return to the past, just like a broken mirror that cannot be reunited.

The heavens and the earth shook and then began to blur.

After that, Luo Bei fell to the ground and fell in a pool of blood.

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When Luo Bei woke up, he was already lying in the warm tent, and just as he was about to stretch out his hand, the sharp pain in his body immediately hit his whole body, making him break out in a cold sweat.

He gritted his teeth and sat up, and when he looked down, the wound on his left shoulder that had been bandaged was red again.

It seems that he accidentally let the wound open again, and he bites

The tooth endured for a while, and the pain gradually became numb.

He looked at the camp tent, it was very simple, but it was also very clean, it was a typical layout in the barracks.

At this time, a person walked in from the outside, it was Wan Yutang.

Wan Yutang's expression was serious, his eyes were slightly red, and he obviously had just shed tears.

Is it an ordinary thing to make an iron-blooded man who gallops on the battlefield look like this? Luo Bei naturally knew that everything was because of Yang Zaixing's death.

Sure enough, Wan Yutang told Luo Bei not to move, the injuries on his body were not light, and he also shed too much blood, so he had to rest well after bandaging him, otherwise the consequences of suppuration and inflammation would be very serious.

After saying this, although he was a little hesitant, he finally told Luobei Yang Zaixing the news of his death.

Removing the crossbow arrow that penetrated Yang Zaixing's body weighed dozens of catties.

"I regret that I should have gone with you at the time, maybe I could have stopped him from going deep alone, but now it's too late to say anything......"

Wan Yutang's eyes were low, his voice was hoarse, and he was obviously still haunted by Yang Zaixing's death.

"Brother Yang, he...... He ...... to save me," Luo Beibei came from it.

Wan Yutang turned his back, his burly figure and heavy armor made him look extremely tough, but the grief of losing a good brother made him reluctant to turn around and face anyone again.

"Don't think about it so much, when you take care of it, we'll send him on his last journey together......"

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The barracks became very busy, and the 2,000 light cavalry brought by Yang Zaixing killed and wounded more than 500 people, this time it can be regarded as a big victory, but no one will be happy because of this victory, because the brave and invincible young general with iron and blood died in this battle.

When Dong Xian, the general of the Yue family's army, led 20,000 guerrilla troops to arrive, Luobei had already collapsed in a pool of blood and fell unconscious.

The Jin army withdrew, and Dong Xian did not lead the army to chase after him, but took Luobei back to the barracks to treat his wounds, and at the same time personally carried back Yang Zaixing's body.

Everyone seemed to be sad from the bottom of their hearts, but their expressions still seemed to be full of numbness, probably accustomed to seeing life and death parting, although their hearts were full of sorrow, but they could not easily express it.

When Yang Zaixing was carried back from the dead bodies on the battlefield, a woman suddenly appeared, hugging the completely cold corpse tightly and refusing to leave.

She didn't cry, but she couldn't stop crying.

At that moment, facing Yang Zaixing's corpse, Mu Xinrui's heart was like ashes.

She kept saying that she killed him, but no one believed that there would be casualties in a life-and-death fight, so how could she blame a weak woman?

If she really blamed herself, it was probably because Yang Zaixing rode deep into the Jin army alone to save his parents and relatives, but in fact, all the fighters understood that even if it wasn't for her relatives, at that time, Yang Zaixing would still rush forward, because each of them would do something like that.

Isn't the meaning of joining the army to protect the wives and children of the people behind them so that they can live safely? From the moment they entered the barracks, all of them were ready.

Yang Zaixing's body was disposed of by the military medical officer for at least a few hours, carefully removing the crossbow arrows to keep his body intact as much as possible, but in fact, there was no intact place on his entire chest.

The camp was brightly lit, and no one was allowed to enter or leave except Dong Xian and a few generals in the army all night.

Mu Xinrui could only stay outside the tent.

There was one more by her side

The boy, who was only seven or eight years old, walked with a limp.

Later, Luo Bei learned that Mu Xinrui's parents died under the arrows, but her half-brother survived, but he was left with a permanent disability.

Luo Bei vaguely remembered that Mu Xinrui had personally said that her parents had died in chaos after Kaifeng broke the city, and she was the only one left in the family.

He didn't ask Mu Xinrui why he suddenly had more parents and younger brothers, because he believed that Mu Xinrui's feelings for Yang Zaixing would not be adulterated, but what were these lies for, although he had his own guesses, he didn't have the courage to ask the woman who was already extremely fragile.

What can we do if we ask for the truth? It's just more remorse and sorrow.

At this time, he began to think of the slight doubts that Yu'er and Yun Niang had about Mu Xinrui's identity at that time, and it was only because they saw that the two had feelings for each other that everyone put down these doubts.

Now that I think about it, since they can detect it, how can Yang Zaixing not know it?

That night, staying at the foot of the mountain, Yang Zaixing and Killing shot three wild pigeons, he saw that Mu Xinrui's expression was wrong, at that time, everyone thought that it was because they were not used to killing living beings, but when they looked back, maybe there was a hidden secret.

Where did three wild pigeons appear so coincidentally, did Yang Zaixing really just shoot and roast them to wrap his belly, maybe he had already doubted.

"Since Brother Yang didn't say or ask, why should I do more......"

Luo Bei shook his head, looking at the woman who was only wearing thin clothes kneeling outside the brightly lit tent for a long time, and the young man who was kneeling next to him obviously didn't understand why his sister wanted her to kneel there too.

He looked around in confusion, but quickly lowered his head again, for fear that his sister's gaze would suddenly sweep over.

When Mu Xinrui looked at her younger brother beside her, there might be something else in her eyes besides cherishing, but the young man couldn't understand it at all.

Luo Bei followed and looked into the tent, the figure walked around from time to time, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of grief again.

A wave of pain struck again, and Luo Bei gritted his teeth.

A pair of hands held Luo Bei, it was a pair of thin hands.

"Your injuries are not healed yet, so you better go back early!"

Luo Bei turned around and saw Yu'er's resolute gaze.

"Whether it's to save those Great Song prisoners who are about to be slaughtered by the Jin soldiers or to block the crossbow arrows for you at a critical moment, these are Brother Yang's own choices, I think if he chooses again, he won't change his mind, in that case, why do you continue to grieve anymore? Besides, haven't you already avenged him?"

Speaking of revenge, Luo Bei vaguely remembered the shot thrown at the last moment, and he couldn't help it, but now that he thinks about it, he really can't believe that it was really done by himself.

He couldn't tell where the power came from to make him pull off this precise and powerful blow, and if he was to repeat it now, he knew he wouldn't be able to do it anyway.

"Let's go, I'll help you go back......" Yu'er helped Luo Bei and didn't let him break free from his hands.

Luo Bei sighed, and when he turned around, he saw the lonely back again, and he couldn't help but feel a pain again.

From now on, what will happen to this strong and fragile woman? Will she spend her life struggling with guilt and longing for someone she loves?

Perhaps, only she knows!

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