"Hmm, ahem..."

A suppressed cough.

Li Hongtang viciously shook off the palm that was blocked on his lips, the bandages wrapped around it seemed to be corrupted in the blood, and the thick and almost substantial bloody aura made her extremely disgusting.

He looked down at the rancid sludge under his chin, cleaned up his mood, and said softly to his side: "I... I'm injured and can't hold on for that long... And it won't be able to stand it..."At the same time, his hand secretly exerted force in his arms.

Yun Zhao, who had been lying in the mud with only his mouth and nose exposed, monitoring the movement of the surrounding breath, turned his head to look at her tight red lips, the narrow willow eyebrows with a slight bookish atmosphere, and the silver-white wolf with a small head poking out of the placket because of her small movements.

There was the sound of dead branches breaking in his ears, and he raised his eyebrows slightly. Leaned out of the quagmire, in Li Hongtang's stunned gaze, grabbed the back of his head, pressed hard against the quagmire, and then he was like a headhunter waiting for an opportunity, slowly sinking...

Pulling the wolf to sniff the scent, sweat dripping from the lines of the cheeks like knives and axes, and frowning on their swarthy faces, they knew what a terrible judgment awaited the tribe if the hunt failed.

This is a gamble of fate, the future of the Mutuo clan is in their own hands, the bloody qi disappears here, continue to move forward and search, the hunter always needs amazing perseverance to survive until the moment when the prey dies.

...

Yun Zhao, who was sunk in the mud, was thinking about another thing in his mind in addition to holding back the struggle from the palm of his hand.

There are not only quagmires in the jungle, but also a flowing swamp full of the smell of a dead abyss.

When the Tang soldier who had no forearm opened his mouth wide and looked at him with despair on his face, he felt a sense of powerlessness from his heart, he didn't dare to hold the hand that was struggling to survive, and he was afraid that his weak body would also be dragged in.

He's afraid of death, he's seen too many deaths tonight. He had never wanted to live so much since he was born, breathing air.

So his cowardice is spreading, and his life is sinking.

In the end, the swamp mud was completely submerged, and from the beginning to the end, the Tang soldier's open mouth did not make a sound. With a terrifying silence, he expounded something more precious than life, and he was a Tang man, unswerving until death.

...

The thick mud could no longer feel the vibration from the woodland, nor could he feel the slightest breath of the ferocious Wood Tuo wolf, Yun Zhao still did not move, even if he could no longer feel the strength of the struggle in the palm of his hand.

As the minutes ticked by, the rustle of fallen leaves in the wind made no more noise in the open woodland.

Squeak!

The sound of falling from a high altitude and stomping on dead wood.

After several Mutuo people landed on the branches, they kept silent, and put the wolf who had broken their necks on the ground horizontally, and the battle companions who had been with them for many years died in their own hands, and they couldn't withstand the fear of defeat in their hearts, and they lost their smell, and the deep jungle pronounced their destruction, and they walked out of the forest in despair, like walking corpses...

...

The sound of breaking through the mud was accompanied by the filth of the sky.

After pressing with his hands on his chest, watching the woman cough and a large amount of mud gushing out of her mouth and nose, she groped and dragged out the wolf cub from her arms, and the silver-white fur that originally represented the noble blood had been covered with black mud, and after a few times of swinging back and forth with her tail in the air, she threw it aside and ignored it.

He drew his knife and leaned against his body, and staggered towards the outside of the forest.

Li Hongtang, who was curled up, felt as if her chest was about to burn, coughing constantly, the rancid mud covered her white jade-like face, and stared at the back with resentful eyes: "You... Ahem... Do you know who I am... Dare, dare to do this to me?"

The back paused, did not answer, and continued to raise his feet forward.

You can never see what is in front of you.

Hot tears accompanied by trembling falling mud covered this still childish face.

More and more staggering, more and more depressed, pulling on the shoulders, carrying tragedy.

"You donkey said you would lead the horse for me, but it's up again. ”

...

Chu Bafang in the camp commanded the lighting of the horse's tail, and the war horse galloped and crashed on the grass with the flames. The sparse feathered arrows and spears swept back and forth, like the tricks of children, and a low trumpet sound was heard in the distance.

Many tragedies don't need adjectives to embellish, they just lie there and let others watch, they don't care about what they think or value in their hearts, they are all qualified to survive, and the choices they make are not for posterity to comment, they are all warriors and all are brilliant.

Mu Tuo retreated, and the sky turned white.

Huangfu Xuan and Chu Bafang, who were holding blood-stained soft swords, leaned back together, like two old dogs with their tongues sticking out and gasping for a long time.

The soldiers who were still alive were scattered in all directions.

The seven black-coated crossbowmen stood with their heads bowed as before.

There are still two compartments standing in the camp, the carriage pillow is full of loyal martyrs, and on the grassland, a corpse is everywhere.

Yun Zhao lay straight beside Dong Sihe, looked at the sky, and grinned.

...

There are some things in life that no one can do anything about.

The four characters of helplessness seem to be prosaic and unremarkable, with few strokes.

In fact, it is the greatest sorrow and the greatest pain in life.

For example, the leader of the wolf rider who was wrapped in a white cloth and staggered on horseback, even if he dedicated his life to the gods, he could not resist the disaster caused by the failure of this sneak attack, the anger from the Tang Dynasty.

The surviving Mutuo warriors were infected by the mournful atmosphere, and the entire procession was shrouded in bleak desolation.

There was a rush of horses' hooves from behind, and the leader did not look back, he was blind anyway.

"Lend your head. ”

With a click, blood gushed out, the last word he heard in his life.

...

Four years ago, the boy shook his two knives and sang into the original.

Four years later, the boy left the country with his head in hand.

...

After placing his head next to Dong Sihe steadily, Yun Zhao slowly retreated.

Huangfu Xuan lit the torch.

The fire took advantage of the wind to ignite a sea of fire, and Li Hongtang lazily propped up on the window sill, stunned. Chu Bafang collapsed beside the wheel, looked at the place where the flames gradually rose, and muttered: "What a magnificent mountain and river, what a picturesque country." ”

......

Yun Zhao, who was looking at the fire in a daze, was woken up by the guard in front of him, looked at his respectful face, understood the message he brought, so he stood up and clapped his hands, and followed the guard forward.

The curtain of the carriage was opened, the dim candle flame was beating, Li Hongtang looked at the young man in front of her and saluted respectfully to herself, she suddenly remembered the scene in the quagmire in the forest, and couldn't help but grit her teeth and mocked: "Aren't you extraordinary that day, looking at all directions, how did you learn to behave like this today?"

"On the battlefield, there is no room for delay, and in the carriage, His Royal Highness is naturally like a bright moon, and the last pawn is willing to serve as a starlight worship. ”

"Yun Zhao, have you always been so shameless!"

"If Your Highness needs it, the last pawn can be even more shameless. ”

Li Hongtang furrowed his brows and looked at the young man with a warm smile in front of him, puffed out his cheeks, and shook his hand angrily.

"Annoying is annoying, this woman looks quite beautiful when she gets angry. Yun Zhao thought to himself, and just as he was about to leave the carriage, a yellowed booklet with a yellowed corner was thrown in front of the young man.

"Rewarding you, the shepherd said you would be interested, and I don't know what to see about these things..."

Picked up the booklet, hesitated for a moment, bowed down and said, "Your Highness Xie." ”