Chapter 210: In the Midst of Hosts (4)
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Gao Yixuan said to Lu Xiaoyuan: "Quickly release General Liao, otherwise she will definitely die!"
Lu Xiaoyuan was extremely embarrassed in his heart: if this Liao Gaofeng only had a personal enmity with him, he would naturally be willing to let Liao Gaofeng go for Xiaolan's sake, but Liao Gaofeng alone was related to the survival of the Yan Wang's righteous army, how could he joke with the lives of thousands of soldiers of the Yan Wang's army?
The scene was silent for a while, Xiaolan smiled miserably, and said softly: "Little brother, I saw you again today, and I was already satisfied, but unfortunately I am no longer perfect..... you forget me!"
"Don't!" Lu Xiaoyuan shouted.
Gao Yixuan grabbed her throat and said angrily, "Are you looking for death?" Xiaolan lowered her head and bit Gao Yixuan's index finger fiercely.
Gao Yixuan screamed in pain, his heart was extremely angry, and he didn't care about using her to blackmail Lu Xiaoyuan, with five fingers, Xiaolan's body slowly softened.
Lu Xiaoyuan mourned in his heart, looked up to the sky and roared, his subordinates used force, and the long sword pierced Liao Gaofeng's throat, and blood splattered.
Gao Yixuan was shocked by Xiaolan's death, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while. The blue light flashed in front of him, and he knew that things were not good, and the short sword in his left hand and his right palm came out together, resisting Lu Xiaoyuan's stormy attack, and the long sword in his right hand couldn't be drawn out no matter what.
I only heard the sound of a gold and iron clash, and in an instant, forty moves were dismantled, Lu Xiaoyuan advanced forty steps, and Gao Yixuan retreated forty steps.
The surrounding soldiers saw that the Lord was about to die, and at the first sight of this human tragedy, their hearts were shocked, and they really didn't know what to do, and none of the thousands of people made a move.
After a while, only shouts of killing were heard from all sides, and Tang Di led the Yan Wang righteous army to kill. This army came so quickly that the Imperial soldiers had not yet turned their cannons and were ready for battle, and they were already slaughtered before their eyes.
The warriors of the Yan army, riding the impreza and wielding long knives, galloped among thousands of people, as if they had entered a no-man's land, and the imperial soldiers were terrified. The disparity in morale determined the victory or defeat of the battle, except for the one adult who slipped away, five adults were killed, and forty percent became prisoners of the Yan army.
General He saw that Lu Xiaoyuan and Gao Yixuan were fighting, and at this time, Gao Yixuan's mind was slightly calm, and the situation between the two sides began to reverse, and shouted: "Brother Lu, you rest, let's fight this fat man!"
Several generals shouted and besieged Gao Yixuan. Lu Xiaoyuan's true qi was exhausted under the fierce battle, and he was pulled aside by General He.
He stared blankly for a moment at the generals besieging Gao Yixuan, then turned around and walked towards Xiaolan's body. Not long after Xiaolan died, her pale face regained a bit of blood, as pure and immaculate as ever, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was satisfied to see Lu Xiaoyuan again.
Lu Xiaoyuan picked up Xiaolan and put his face on her face, feeling a hint of coolness. When the Yanzhou soldiers saw that things were different, they didn't come forward to disturb them.
In this way, Lu Xiaoyuan walked out of the camp with Xiaolan in his arms, sat under a tree, looked at the sky with a crescent moon, and gradually recalled the time with Xiaolan, remembered her gentle eyes when she carefully fed herself and drank medicine, when she rescued her from Gao Yao's hands, she snuggled up in her arms with a look of relief, and the golden hairpin she gave her, she has been wearing....
He just couldn't understand why Xiaolan, a kind and simple little girl, couldn't get a stable and peaceful life? Why did God have to inflict all kinds of suffering on her, and even let her die in the end?
Thinking about it, tears flowed down Xiaolan's face. Gradually, Xiaolan's face became colder and colder, and she lost the last sign of life.
The night breeze blew, and Lu Xiaoyuan didn't feel the coolness at all, because his heart was ten times cooler than the night breeze.
Suddenly, a piece of clothing covered his back, followed by a pair of jade hands reached out to his chest, and wrapped the clothes around him. Out of the corner of his eye, Lu Xiaoyuan saw Tang Yu sitting beside him.
Tang Yu said softly: "People can't be resurrected after death, she must be very relieved to know that you care about her so much, if she sees you so sad, she won't be at ease." ā
Lu Xiaoyuan said: "Thank you." He was not only thanking Tangyu for comforting himself, but also thanking Tang Yu for saving Xiaolan just now.
Tang Yu smiled slightly and didn't speak.
The two sat like this, and after a long time, Lu Xiaoyuan's grief calmed down slightly, and he said in his heart: "People can't be resurrected after death, I can't let Sister Xiaolan's body be exposed." "Get out of the way and dig a hole in the ground with a bronze sword.
Tang Yu went back and got two shovels and dug a pit with him. After more than half an hour, a grave was dug up, and Lu Xiaoyuan gently put Xiaolan's body into it and buried it from his feet.
Buried in the end, Lu Xiaoyuan looked at Xiaolan's pretty face exposed outside the soil, and the soil grabbed with both hands couldn't be sprinkled for a long time. Thinking of Xiaolan's smile, now it can only become a memory. After a long time, the dirt splashed on Xiaolan's face, and pushed a few handfuls of dirt one after another, and Xiaolan's face finally couldn't be seen.
The next day, Tang Di held a feast to celebrate the improvement of the situation, and the generals greatly admired Lu Xiaoyuan's courage and ability, and toasted him one after another. Lu Xiaoyuan was saddened by Xiaolan's death, and the wine was dry as soon as it arrived, which was quite a bit of a desire to use wine to dispel sorrow.
Tang Di said: "Brother Lu, the eldest brother has a gift for you, you must be happy to see it." "Bring it up!"
Two soldiers escorted one person over, Lu Xiaoyuan saw that this person had messy hair and was covered in blood, and only after looking at it for a while did he recognize this person as Gao Yixuan.
Gao Yixuan fought with the generals last night, he was full of energy, and he couldn't stand the siege of several battle-hardened generals, not to mention a fierce battle with Lu Xiaoyuan, which consumed a lot of true qi and was easily captured by the generals.
Tang Di saw that this person had an enmity with Lu Xiaoyuan, so he sealed his meridians, locked his pipa bones, and broke his leg bones, his true qi could not be mobilized, so he was no different from ordinary people.
Lu Xiaoyuan looked at Gao Yixuan's tragic situation, without a trace of pity in his heart, and even felt that the punishment for him was too light. Tang Di looked at Lu Xiaoyuan, who was gritting his teeth, and said, "Brother Lu, this person is handed over to you, and you can dispose of it." ā
Lu Xiaoyuan left his seat and walked slowly towards Gao Yixuan.
Gao Yixuan saw that Lu Xiaoyuan had no expression on his face, but his heart was furious, and he didn't know what he was going to do with himself.
Lu Xiaoyuan walked up to him and raised his palms high. Gao Yixuan expected that he would then slap his palm down, and his brain burst to death.
After all, he is a god master, although his skills are lost, his state of mind is the same as always, and when he sees that death is imminent, he is relieved: it is better to die so happily than to suffer piecemeal.
The chest was hit by a strong force, and he flew up involuntarily, followed by the meridians of the whole body as if he had been cut by a sharp blade, although it was not very painful, but it was extremely uncomfortable.