Chapter 370 If there is a chance, I hope you will protect my family

Chapter 370 If there is a chance, I hope you will protect my family

Chapter 370 If something happens, please protect my family
Time passes quietly like water.

Time flies by especially fast on the battlefield.
The war lasted for three hours, from the time the fighting started in the morning to when the sun was high in the sky.

On the Oijukawa battlefield, the Ming army and the Lukawa army were still fighting bravely, and neither side would give in.

The shouts and cries of killing shook the sky, and the world had turned into a bloody color.

On the eastern side, the number of troops on the Dingbian battlefield was not even comparable to that on the Oijikawa battlefield.
But in terms of cruelty, it is just as bad.

Lu Yunyi had been standing there quietly since morning, looking at Dingbian City in front of him.

The defenses of the Luchuan camp at the four city gates have become shaky.
The Luchuan defensive fortifications at the north and west gates had been mostly cleared.
The trenches were filled with corpses after the battle.

At a glance, the entire earth appears to have returned to flatness.

Only the last few chevaux de frise were left to be destroyed.
It probably won't take much time to break through the outer blockades.

However, the Ming army suffered heavy losses.

Of the soldiers who had previously rushed out of Dingbian City, only five or six out of ten were still able to move.

The rest either filled the earth's trenches,
Either crawling on the ground, leaving the way, sitting on one side,
Quietly watching my comrades fighting, I don’t know when I will die.

There were some clerks and generals standing beside Lu Yunyi.
The clerks were recording the battle, and the generals were assessing the morale and combat effectiveness of Luchuan.
At this moment, their brows were furrowed to the extreme, and there was reluctance on their faces.

Lu Yunyi's expression remained calm from beginning to end, without the slightest change.

He moved his gaze and looked towards the South Gate and the East Gate.
The fighting here was much more brutal than that in the west and north.
The road from Dingbian Town to the fortifications was already covered in blood.
It was filled with scattered corpses, and armor and flags of various colors mixed together, making it impossible to tell the appearance of their owners.

The battlefield on the south was even more tragic.

There were countless cracks on the saber in Mu Sheng's hand.
If you swing it hard, you can still kill the enemy, but the gaps will tear off a lot of flesh and blood.

Gradually, the saber in his hand became like a brand new flag.

Every time it dances, the broken flesh and blood will float back and forth in the air, and you can even seem to hear the sound of crackling.

Mu Sheng's face was covered in blood, and he clenched his teeth.

Looking at the shield soldiers rushing up again in front of him, he let out a roar!
what--

He felt as if his sight had slowed down at this moment.
The blood and flesh on the mottled shield were clearly visible.

The fearful eyes of Luchuan Jun seemed to enlarge at this moment, allowing him to see everything!

Mu Sheng held the saber in his hand and chopped down on the head without hesitation.

The huge, heavy saber hit the shield heavily, making a crisp and loud noise.

"when!"

What followed was a series of loud noises!
when--

Beside Mu Sheng, there were more than a hundred strong soldiers holding sabers, slashing at the shield soldiers in front of them.

Some can break through the enemy's formation, while others are blocked by shields!
Many of the rough hands holding the sabers ooze blood at the moment of collision.
Even though the palms are already covered with calluses, new blisters are still appearing.

They swung their sabers tirelessly to defeat the enemy.

As for those Luchuan soldiers holding shields, their hands holding the shields had already twisted.
The bone thorn pierced out from the wrist, with a thick blood stain.
But even so, they still did not give in.
Instead, he held the shield with one hand and leaned his shoulder forward, hoping to use this to resist the attack of the Ming army!

Since I’m going to die anyway, I might as well die miserably!
This tragedy stretched for miles!

Every minute and every second, people are killed or injured.

The breeze blew gently, but it couldn't blow away the blood in the air.

Even the breeze would be blocked by the blood mist and unable to advance an inch.

Mu Sheng swung the saber in his hand once again, and the shield in front of him was finally knocked away.

The saber was deeply embedded in the enemy's brain, and white water splashed everywhere.

Mu Sheng gritted his teeth, pulled out the saber with all his strength, stood beside him, and panted heavily.

I felt every inch of my body groaning in pain.

Every inch of bones was making a creaking sound.

He slowly raised his head and looked around.

The blood-red sky has covered all vision.

The brothers under his command fought hard, and even if they used up their last bit of strength, they would die together with the enemy.

Not far away, another person was moving around.
The soldiers who had finally escaped from pursuit were surrounded again!

Mu Sheng wanted to step forward with his sword, but the soldier's eyes suddenly glared at him.
The blood on his forehead flowed through his eyes, but he seemed to be unconscious. He stood there with disheveled hair, looking like a devil.

Mu Sheng remembered that this person should be called Chu Jiaqi.

We have just been married for a year and my wife is pregnant.

Seeing that Mu Sheng didn't move, Chu Jiaqi turned his eyes away breathlessly.

He turned to look at the three Luchuan soldiers who surrounded him and saw that they were a little scared.
Chu Jiaqi spat out a mouthful of blood, revealing his bloodstained teeth, and grinned at the three people:

"Luchuan people are cowards."

He took a step forward, and the three Luchuan soldiers took a step back, with fear flashing in their eyes.

It was really because Chu Jiaqi in front of him looked too miserable.

There were two half-broken arrows stuck in his body, and a piece of his shoulder had been cut off.
The originally swollen cheeks on his face were scratched by the arrows, leaving the skin and flesh exposed.

He is already dying, so it is not worth fighting with him.

Seeing them like this, Chu Jiaqi smiled softly.
With some effort, he raised his left arm, which was missing flesh and blood, and put it into his arms.
Seeing this, the three of them quickly retreated.

They knew that the Ming people had stone mines that could make explosive sounds.

Chu Jiaqi's smile widened, and the skin on his face was torn and bleeding.
But he seemed not to notice and took out the things in his arms.

It is a sachet with a big red amulet hanging outside.

The faint fragrance has turned into the smell of blood.

This made Chu Jiaqi stunned on the spot. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, full of bitterness, and he pursed his lips tightly.

"Why, it became like this?"

He remembered that the amulet was beige in color.

Chu Jiaqi grasped the sachet tightly, and a trickle of blood oozed out from between his nails. When he loosened his grip again,
The dark red color on the sachet faded a little, revealing a bit of beige, and then his palm turned blood red.

Looking at the sachet, Chu Jiaqi smiled brightly.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Mu Sheng who was standing there in a daze not far away.
His eyes became sharper and his hands clenched again.
The missing flesh on the shoulder began to bleed in an instant, and some of the flesh and blood was squeezed out.

The pale face gradually became rosy, and the spirit became much better.

He seemed to no longer feel the injuries on his body.

He threw the amulet and sachet in his hand towards Mu Sheng and shouted:
"General, this is the amulet I asked for my baby. Please give it to him for me."

The amulet and the sachet drew an arc in the air, causing the three people to look sideways.
The sachet landed precisely in front of Mu Sheng, on one of the few places that was not stained with blood.

There was an inaudible sound.

The next moment, Chu Jiaqi rushed towards the three people with long swords in hand.
He raised his hand and stabbed the long knife into a man's chest!

The Luchuan soldier turned around in disbelief and looked at Chu Jiaqi.
"mean."

The two Luchuan soldiers beside him also reacted.
He gripped the long sword in his hand and ran up quickly!
Chu Jiaqi only felt that his hearing became extremely sharp.

Even though there were deafening shouts and cries of killing all around him, he could still sense how close the two men were to him!

When the two men raised their swords and were about to chop down!
Chu Jiaqi looked at Mu Sheng with eyes full of expectation.

As if to say, please.

Then, Chu Jiaqi resolutely turned around and faced the two of them.
I don't know when I had already grasped a burning thunder bomb in my hand.
The potholes on it are clearly visible, and a pungent smell of gunpowder can be smelled.

"not good!"

The two of them looked very different and stopped in their tracks.
But Chu Jiaqi let out a sinister laugh and quickly walked forward.

boom--

Mu Sheng, who was standing there in a daze, shuddered and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He raised his hand tremblingly.
He touched the drop of blood that had just splashed on his face.

Before he could touch it, blood seemed to rain from the sky, along with some pieces of flesh.

Mu Sheng looked down at the sachet.

The last piece of clean land where he was located also turned red at this moment.

Mu Sheng squatted down and picked up the sachet, feeling the wetness on it, and squeezed it hard, trying to squeeze out the blood stains.
Blood dripped from between his fingers and into the blood puddle under his feet, making a slight ticking sound.

The world seemed to return to its noisy state in an instant.
The shouting and screaming in my ears came back again, mixed with some unusual sounds.

"General, please take good care of my mother. I feel so sorry for her."

Mu Sheng turned around suddenly and looked back.
The original shield line had been breached and the soldiers had advanced a hundred steps.

It was Wei Gaolang who was shouting. He was a personal soldier. Normally he was stoic and taciturn, but at this moment he was in tears.

boom--

"Sir, let my wife remarry. I'll go first."

Mu Sheng turned his head again, and strangely,
Despite the chaos on the field, he was able to find the person who was shouting.

Yi Shuyuan, Hongfuwei's clerk, and Quebec soldiers also went to the battlefield together.

He lacks the elegance of a scholar, but is as crazy as a soldier. Bang——

"Second Young Master, you must win."

Mu Sheng continued to turn his head. It was Yan Ziang.
His study partner who grew up with him was an unwanted 'bastard' and also his follower.

boom--

"Brother, let my brother join the army and take my knife!!"

Mu Sheng was a little overwhelmed and turned around again.

It was Bai Yong, the youngest in the army. He inherited his father's career and was only fifteen years old.

If memory serves him correctly, his brother is not even ten years old yet.

Young and brave, they rushed towards the barricades.

boom--

"Bang bang bang bang-"

The sound continued to ring out, and Mu Sheng gradually became overwhelmed.

He held the sachet tightly in his hand.

I don't know if it was the blood from the sachet or the blood from the collar, but it kept dripping.

Tick-tick-tick. It keeps on going.

Familiar faces appeared before his eyes and then quickly disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer people, and the shouting and screaming was getting weaker and weaker.

At some point, the originally solid fortifications had been blown to pieces.

There were not many Luchuan soldiers left after fighting desperately, and they became a pile of minced meat.

The remaining Luchuan troops began to flee and the defense line collapsed.

The sun was shining brightly, shining on the battlefield, dyeing every inch of land with tragedy.

Mu Sheng's figure stood out in the twilight, holding a jagged saber in his hand.

He stood there quietly, surrounded by an indescribable silence.

Isolated from the smoke and dust of the battlefield.

The wind blew gently, lifting a corner of his sleeve, but it could not blow away the sadness between his brows.

The trumpet of victory sounded in the distance,

The cheers that were supposed to appear were gone.

In Mu Sheng's heart, the joy of victory did not surge like a tide.

Instead, it seemed to be shrouded in a thick mist, adding an indescribable sadness.

He looked into the distance, his eyes were deep and complex.
That is the direction of home, and also the place where countless brothers finally fell.

The land was ravaged by war.
Mu Sheng felt unprecedented loneliness and desolation.

He realized that even if he won the war, what he had lost could never be recovered - those brothers who had fought side by side, those laughter and joy, all dissipated with the smoke and became eternal memories.

For him, this victory

It is more like a cold monument, engraved with sacrifice and mourning.

At this moment, Mu Sheng's heart
It was colder and heavier than the saber in his hand.

He closed his eyes, letting his soul sink into the silence, silently mourning for the lost souls.
At the same time, I am also looking for a little courage to move forward for myself and every poor person in this troubled time.

After a while, he slowly raised his head.

Determination reappeared in his eyes.

The dead fight all wars for the peace and tranquility of tomorrow.

For this peace, anyone can die, including himself.

On the east wall of Dingbian City, the battle here was quiet and silent.
The soldiers on both sides pursed their lips tightly and said nothing.
He just stared at the enemy in front of him, swinging his sword and stabbing with his spear.
His movements were mechanical and numb, and he would only react when he was slashed by a long sword or stabbed by a long spear.
Only then would he let out a muffled groan, and even if he fell to the ground and couldn't get up, he would try his best to suppress the groan.

At this moment, the two opposing sides on the eastern battlefield seemed to have executed some kind of agreement, an agreement not to disrupt the desolation of the battlefield and to maintain silence.

Behind the first line of defense in Luchuan, a tall, muscular man stood at the gate of the camp.

At this moment, he was looking at the battlefield ahead with a calm expression, the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a hint of sneer.

He was the commander of the rear army of Luchuan.

He is also the person who is trusted by Silunfa and Haniya.

His name is Aoqier, which means bravery in Luchuan.

Similarly, in the Luchuan army, he was a representative of a general who was good at defense.

He was eight feet tall, strong and muscular, and looked like a warrior charging into battle.
But at this moment, everyone in the military camp felt a little relieved when they saw him standing there.

They all knew that as long as Lord Aoqier was there, Luchuan's rear army camp would not be breached.

Although the Ming army was winning victory after victory and constantly breaking through the pre-established defense lines.

Ochir stood there,
His eyes turned to the Ming army that was charging bravely and with determination.

My sight rested on the one who could only move one arm.
However, he still charged into the battlefield and needed the protection of more than ten soldiers as a general of the Ming army.

He saw the man's slightly gray beard.
I also saw his slightly trembling hands and body.

I also saw his armor that was constantly oozing blood, with blood dripping with every step he took.

A trace of praise flashed in Ao Qier's eyes, and he spoke lightly:
"The Ming general was a brave man, but he was too short.
They were unable to become the backbone of the Ming army and were also holding the Ming army back. "

Next to him stood Apurunan, the envoy from Luchuan.

He looked very different now, no longer as gentle and polite as he was in Kunming.

His carefully groomed beard had become messy, and his hair was dotted with some silver.

Just let it hang so casually, making him look like a savage.

Aplunan looked sad as he stared at the Ming army charging ahead.
The sound is plain, but full of complexity:

"General Ao Qi'er, what are the Ming troops doing? Are they courting death?"

"Even if they cleared the fortifications on all sides of Dingbian City,

If you want to enter the camp, you have to pass this level, but."

Apulunan looked at the Ming soldiers in front of him, and the aura of elite soldiers was blowing towards him.

But what can be done?

There are too few people. Even if all four walls are added together, there are only a few thousand people.
It is wishful thinking to want to capture the rear army camp.

Ao Qi'er stood there quietly. Apurunan was already very tall.

But Ao Qi'er was still taller than him, like a giant.

He smiled softly: "The Ming people often say that everyone has to die, some are heavier than Mount Tai, some are lighter than a feather.
These wise men in front of me overestimate their own abilities, and seek only the obsession in their hearts.

It can be considered as a consolation for myself, at least I have done it. "

Apurunan looked at Aoqier in surprise.

I became more curious about this general who was good at defense and well versed in Ming Dynasty's military tactics.

"I do not shrink from self-examination. Even though I am wearing a coarse and loose garment, I am not afraid.
If I shrink from self-reflection, I will go forward even if there are tens of thousands of people."

Ao Qier spoke calmly, with a hint of sneer on his face:

"This is what Mencius said, and it is quite similar to the Ming army before us."

Aplunan pursed his lips and stopped talking, but quietly looked at the battle ahead.

The battle formation on the east side had been severely damaged by the desperate charge of the Ming army.

As long as the Ming army maintains this momentum and continues to fight desperately,

I believe that within half an hour, we will be able to completely break through the initial defense.

At that time, the real natural barrier blocking the Ming army will appear.

Apurunan's eyes swept across.

The defensive fortifications in front of us were so densely packed and stacked that they almost filled up the entire west side of the camp!

Behind the fortifications,
There are also numerous soldiers waiting, with sharp swords and powerful bows and arrows.
He couldn't figure out how the Ming people could break through such a defensive formation.

With a sigh in his heart, Apurunan pricked up his ears.

Listening to the sound of fighting in the air, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes:
"General Ao Qi'er, can we win the battle on the front battlefield?"

Ao Qi'er looked normal, still with his arms folded across his chest.

He looked at the battlefield ahead calmly and sneered:
"How can the Ming people, who are so short, compare with our Luchuan warriors?"

"Luchuan will win this battle."

Aplunan looked at the soldiers guarding around him, chuckled, and nodded in agreement.

"hope so."

(End of this chapter)