C83 (2/2)
The three of them clasped their hands and said, ”Yes.” Just as he was about to leave, one of them walked up to him and looked at him with eyes full of gratification: ”The young general is old now and can fight on his own! ”Let's make an agreement today. When tomorrow's victory returns, Liang Sheng will drink three big bowls of wine with the young general!”
”Uncle Sheng …”
The face of the man in front of him suddenly turned blurry. The candle flickered as he appeared on the battlefield.
”Young General, quickly leave!” ”The young general …” The voice that was chasing behind him suddenly stopped, and he abruptly turned around.
”Xiao Ning!”
The familiar face in front of him suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood. He lowered his head in shock, not knowing when a sword had pierced through the body of the person in front of him.
”Hurry up!” With the last of his strength, the man pushed him hard, pushing him into another scene.
The hooves of the horses trampled and the swords and spears collided. He stood in the midst of a desperate battle.
”Father?”
Suddenly, from afar, he saw a familiar figure pierced through by a longsword.
”Father!” His eyes looked as if they were about to split.
”Yuan, the barrier of Great Zhou is created by every single warrior of my Changping Army using their own flesh and blood. We cannot fall, if we fall, our Great Zhou will open up, and our citizens will definitely be displaced. Every single person in the Changping Army, even if they die, they have to stand in front of the commoners and die standing there! ”
He watched as one sword after another surged forward and stabbed into his body. The dark black colored armor on his body was already dyed red with blood. There was almost no place for him to draw his sword now.
Even so, he still stood there.
He stood there the whole time without falling.
”Young General, quickly leave!”
”When the victory returns tomorrow, Liang Sheng will definitely drink three big bowls of wine with the young general!”
”Yuan'er, this time, us two will definitely defeat that brat Zhuo Yi and withdraw back to his Xiliang!”
”...”
The current Feng Linyuan felt as though he was walking in darkness, drifting endlessly. The voice that continuously resounded in his ears was so familiar that it made his heart bleed.
Where did you go...
Father, Uncle Sheng, Xiao Ning … I miss you guys so much …
He crouched down. His head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to split open.
These images and sounds were like a nightmare that had been lingering in his mind for the past seven years.
”Ah —” he roared.
After an unknown amount of time, Bai Zheng's face was both wet and dry. Because of the constant talking, her lips became more bitter.
She hugged the Feng Linyuan who had completely lost consciousness tightly.
Suddenly, Feng Linyuan's pale face turned sinister, as if he had met something painful. Sweat started to gather on his forehead, and he started to struggle.
Seeing that, Bai Zheng hugged Feng Linyuan tightly and placed his head on her chest.
”Feng Linyuan, you can hear me right? ”You promised me that you would wake up and marry me, that you would avenge the souls of the wronged. You must hold on, you must hold on …”