Several teams of men and horses sent out brought back news that disappointed Ma Zheng, and Chang Po was not seen alive or dead.

Just when Ma Zheng was thundering and wanted to attack, the news that he collapsed even more came, and Lu Jichuan was assassinated when he was patrolling Wengcheng.

"What?!What are you eating!Aren't you going to protect Lord Lu!" Ma Zheng kicked directly into the chest of the soldier who came to report the news, and this unlucky guy flew out and fell to the ground again, his chest was suddenly sunken, and blood began to spurt from his mouth and nose.

Ma Zheng's kick was so hard that he actually kicked off the sternum of his poor men. The other subordinates around who usually called brothers and sisters, looking at Ma Zheng's fierce face, everyone was in danger, so they had to silently watch the miserable situation of this unlucky brother, as if they had been kicked in the chest like this, and they couldn't breathe.

Ma Zheng, who was in a hurry, took his men and horses and rushed to the place where Lu Jichuan had an accident. Lu Jichuan, who was dying, was surrounded by a group of dejected soldiers.

Ma Zheng picked up the crowd, rushed to the front, and saw at a glance that on Lu Jichuan's chest, a carved arrow was almost half-submerged, leaving only a small half of the tail feathers still outside.

"Bastard, why are you still stunned, military doctor, call military doctor!"

Ma Zheng shouted hoarsely, opening his bloody mouth and wanting to tear off a few pieces of flesh from the soldiers beside him. A soldier replied tremblingly, "Ma, Master Ma, I have already sent someone to call the military doctor, but the military doctor has been sent everywhere to rescue the wounded before......

"I don't care, if I don't find the best military doctor today, you, and you, will all be buried with Lord Lu!" Ma Zheng screamed hysterically, both anger and pathos, but he never called a military doctor.

But Lu Jichuan, who was in a coma, was woken up by Ma Zheng's toss,

His empty eyes slowly focused on Ma Zheng's face, and he seemed to be stunned for a while before he recognized this brother who had been fighting together for half his life. After holding back his strength for a long time, Lu Jichuan finally sighed,

"Ma Zheng, don't be embarrassed for the brothers, this is fate!"

Lu Jichuan's helplessness is also somewhat reasonable, he is always a fast horse on weekdays, and the archers who are in ambush may not be able to succeed easily. It happened that Lu Jichuan was smashed and broke his foot bones tonight, so he could only change to a small sedan chair, but he was in a hurry to inspect the city defense, so he completely lowered the sedan curtain.

What's even more fatal is that in the panic, Lu Jichuan didn't even wear armor, how could that thin layer of cotton clothes block this hidden arrow that had been stored for a long time.

This arrow pierced the chest, and it was indeed the arrangement of the destiny of heaven in the dark.

Lu Jichuan, who was angry, raised his arm, as if he wanted to struggle to sit up, but he was pierced through the chest by a long arrow, and no one dared to move him without permission.

Lu Jichuan naturally knew this, but he still stubbornly pointed at Ma Zheng, "Brother, help me up, I want to take another look at our Jinsha ......"

Ma Zheng hesitated, gritted his teeth, supported Lu Jichuan's broad back, and supported him hard, and sure enough, with this movement, the arrow shaft buried deep in his chest shook up and down, and the wound was torn, and blood foam like a fountain instantly splattered out along the edge of the arrow shaft.

"Brother Lu!" Ma Zheng exclaimed, wanting to hold down the blood-spurting wound with his hand, but the hot blood still kept pouring out from between his fingers, and the red plasma instantly flooded his entire palm.

"Alas," Lu Jichuan seemed to not feel the pain of the wound, and let out another long sigh, his eyes wandering around reluctantly,

"Brother, our golden sands are gone......"

Ma Zheng has always been reckless, but he didn't know what to say at this time, just staring at the blood that was still spurting out from between his fingers, tears flashing, like comforting Lu Jichuan, more like talking to himself,

"Brother Lu, Jinsha is gone, but we are all still there, we are all still there......"

Lu Jichuan withdrew his gradually dissipating gaze from all around, and finally fell on Ma Zheng's face,

"It's the big brother who is incompetent and can't keep our sands. ”

"No, big brother, as long as you and my brothers are still there, Jinsha is there, we will repel the demon beasts, kill all the enemies, and we will rebuild Jinsha!"

When Lu Jichuan heard Ma Zheng's answer, he smiled bitterly, "Alas, I'm afraid that my brother will have to take the first step." ”

But just when Lu Jichuan's voice gradually drifted and his eyes gradually closed, Captain Jinsha seemed to suddenly remember something, opened his eyes suddenly, stared at Ma Zheng deadly, grabbed the corners of his clothes tightly, and his palms were bruised because they were clenched too tightly.

"Brother, after I die, you must help me do two things. One is to bury my old bones here in Jinsha. It's been a lifetime, and it's been inseparable. Second, go and ask General Chang Poyu to come out of the mountain, and you will serve the old general as you did to me. Remember, if the old general doesn't come out of the mountain, if he doesn't regain control of Jinsha, your brother and I will die without turning a blind eye!"

"Big brother, don't talk nonsense, you'll be fine. A rough man like Ma Zheng just came up with a word to comfort Lu Jichuan, but he suddenly burst into tears, and he himself knew that Lu Jichuan was so seriously injured, even if the gods were alive, I am afraid they would not be able to return to the sky.

Lu Jichuan's confession of the two wishes, burying the bones of Jinsha, for Ma Zheng, is not difficult, the border army was originally stationed in the poor mountains and bad waters, and shouldered the heavy responsibility of the border, sacrifice is inevitable, Jinsha City south of the five mile slope, is a face south back to the north, Chaoyang view of the river Feng Shui treasure land.

Lu Jichuan himself, when he was buried for the sacrificed soldiers, told Ma Zheng that if his life came to an end in the future, he hoped to be with these soldiers and always guard the golden sand.

However, Ma Zheng still has a grudge against Chang Poyu. At the beginning, although Lu Jichuan repeatedly prevented Ma Zheng from attacking Chang Poyu, Ma Zheng understood that Lu Jichuan just didn't want to be too obvious, but this Jinsha captain would never give Jinsha to outsiders.

Could it be that this is a man who is about to die, and his words are good? Why did he repeatedly insist on asking Chang Poyu to come forward and take control of the situation again when Lu Jichuan was about to die? Ma Zheng was a little puzzled, perhaps, this Jinsha captain, when his blood was about to run out, was already a little unconscious in his pale lips.

The upright Ma Zheng did not agree to the second request, but repeatedly appeased Lu Jichuan, so there is no need to be so pessimistic. As long as the military doctor arrives, coupled with the high-quality gold sore medicine, he will definitely be able to save the life of this Jinsha captain.

In the end of the dispute, Lu Jichuan grabbed the tail of the carved arrow,

"Ma Zheng, if you don't agree, I'll pull out this arrow and let you taste what my blood tastes like!"

Lu Jichuan's sudden and ruthless return to the light made Ma Zheng have no idea, so he had to deal with it verbally,

"Brother Lu, don't worry, I promise you!"

Lu Jichuan slowly closed his eyes, and the blood that had been bubbling at the place of the arrow wound was no longer gushing, and the blood that was obviously a cavity had basically dried up.

Ma Zheng knelt on one knee and was silent for a long time, but his arm holding Lu Jichuan was trembling slightly.

Two men who regard the golden sand as their life, one of them, their bodies are gradually freezing in the frost-carrying cold wind. One, more vicious in the numb ruins.

The clay sculpture of Ma Zheng stared blankly at the eldest brother who had followed him for half his life, and all the people around him stood speechless. It was the longest night in Sands, until the lone star faded and the morning dawned.

Finally, one of his subordinates couldn't help but kindly remind, "Captain Ma, Master Lu has left, and Jinsha still needs you to preside over the overall situation......"

Smack~ The second half of the sentence was interrupted by a loud slap, and the beaten warrior covered his hot cheeks with his hand, half of his cheeks were numb, and a fishy sweet saliva appeared in his mouth, and the warrior spit to the side, and in the red spit, a snow-white molar tooth was also wrapped in it.

"Who dares to say that Lord Lu is dead, those who disturb the hearts of the army, kill!"

Instead, a pair of blood-red eyes stared at the guards, "Where did this arrow come from, did the assassin catch it!"

The smarter person subconsciously dodged behind the crowd, knowing that no matter what he answered at this time, he would inevitably let Captain Ma Zheng, who had lost his mind, clean up.

Seeing that everyone was flickering and no one answered, Ma Zheng was even more angry, and grabbed the nearest guard who was leaning in, "What the hell is going on, if you don't speak, I'll chop you up first!"

The guards reluctantly thought they were unlucky, so they had to bite the bullet and tell what they saw.

"Last night, Lord Lu's sedan chair passed by here, and in front of it was the city wall of the urn city. Master Lu was anxious to take a shortcut, so he ordered us to pass through the camp camp. We had just turned around and entered less than a hundred paces of the homeless camp, when we suddenly shot this dark arrow head-on. The speed of the dark arrow is extremely fast, and it hides its body with the help of darkness, and when we find out, Master Lu has already been hit by the arrow. ”

"So, the dark arrow came from the homeless camp?"

"Yes, the direction in which the arrow came from is the camp of the homeless camp, and Lord Lu is seriously injured, which means that the person who shoots the arrow should have been planning and lying in ambush for a long time. ”

"Camp camp!" Ma Zheng's blood-red eyes glared at the dilapidated tents, "Go, fetch me two hundred hard bows!" ”

An entourage couldn't help but dissuade, "Master Ma, should we surround them first and examine them one by one?" Many of Lieutenant Geng Zhong's subordinates are from homeless people, and they are ......."

The concern of this subordinate is not unreasonable, although the personnel in the camp camp are complicated, but the main force is those soldiers and civilians who have been defeated from the front line. In addition, the hot-blooded men who Geng Zhong led out of the city to kill the enemy were also from the camp of the homeless people, and they killed each other, which would only make the relatives painful and the enemies happy.

But where could Ma Zheng still listen to the advice, he took out his machete, and slashed it on the shoulder of the entourage who was kind to persuade him, and with a miserable scream, blood splashed on the faces and bodies of the soldiers on the side.

"From now on, in Jinsha City, only our old people in Jinsha are their own brothers, and most of those foreign beasts are the work of demon beasts, and we will kill no one!"

As soon as these words came out, it was even more terrifying than Ma Zheng's bloody blade. Who are the old people? Who are the outsiders?

Ma Zheng has lost his mind, in his eyes, whether it is Geng Zhong, Chang Po, or those victorious soldiers who come from all over to support Jinsha, they must all be killed.

"Don't act yet!" The steel knife in Ma Zheng's hand was raised again, and the blood on it dripped down the blade.

Those tired and victorious soldiers did not dare to touch their heads again, so they had to slowly follow Ma Zheng's instructions, mobilize fire archers, and surround the camp camps in the urn city along the surviving walls of the urn city.

Along the urn city, a larger encirclement was secretly closing, Chang Poyu raised his broadsword again, and the personal guard beside him held the golden arrow that prevented the old man from being captured.

No one can really capture such a fiery general, unless he voluntarily willingly. And the only reason why he volunteered to be a prisoner was that he once swore a bloody oath in front of the Marquis of Tiankui, and he would try his best to protect the Great Xia country.

The homeland is broken, and the people are still there, and the rivers and mountains are always winning songs.