Fang Zilan dragged her heavy steps back to the tent. Her body was covered in blood, from Miluo people, from soldiers from the capital, and from herself. The blood stained the path she walked, but she didn't even notice it.
"Boss!" Vice General Cao saw Fang Zilan coming back and was about to stand up when Awan pushed him back. "Vice General Cao, if you still want this leg, don't move!"
Fang Zilan finally came back to her senses and said anxiously: "How are you, Lao Cao?"
"It's nothing..." As soon as Vice General Cao opened his mouth, Awan angrily snatched him up: "It's nothing? If one more inch hurts the bone, is it nothing?"
Vice Admiral Cao touched the back of his head and did not dare to speak any more. While Awan was treating the wound, she said with lingering fear: "What will you do if you really break your leg?"
"What can we do? One of them is broken, and there is another one..." Halfway through, Deputy Cao pretended to be relaxed, but Awan glared at him fiercely and stopped talking.
No one spoke for a moment, and the tent was eerily quiet. After a while, Awan couldn't help it any longer. He paused his hand movements, looked at Fang Zilan and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Fang Zilan did not answer, but looked at Vice General Cao and asked: "Wei Wei is guarding the flag, do you know?"
"I know." Vice General Cao lowered his head and bit his lip, "Wei Wei..." He was about to raise his head when he heard Fang Zilan say: "He died."
It was like a slap in the face, and the beating made Deputy Cao unable to react for a long time. After a long while, he looked at Fang Zilan blankly and said numbly: "Wei Wei, died?"
Fang Zilan nodded slightly, and Vice General Cao turned his head away with his eyes red.
"Old Cao, you..." Fang Zilan clasped her fingers tightly, pursed her lips and said, "You have a good relationship with Wei Wei?"
Vice General Cao nodded vigorously, his voice harsh, "Wei Wei is a distant relative of Master Wei, and he should be a personal soldier of Master Wei, but he is afraid of pain and blood, so he doesn't even dare to get a tattoo. In the military, he usually He is the most timid among our brothers. When he went to the camp on the outskirts of Beijing to order troops before leaving this time, he insisted on following..."
Vice Admiral Cao clenched his teeth as he spoke. Fang Zilan walked up to him and raised her hand to pat his shoulder. Only then did she realize that her hands were covered in blood. She retracted her hand and whispered: "Did you send him to guard the flag?"
"No, it was Wei Wei who brought it up himself." Vice General Cao buried his head and choked with sobs: "This is his first time on the battlefield. He said that if he can do such important tasks as guarding the flag, he can just go back. After showing off to his brothers, no one will say that he is a loser... It turned out that he just wanted to be an ordinary person, and he rarely wanted to be great..."
The following words were intermittent, and Fang Zilan vaguely heard the words "Well done, worthy of the capital".
A Wan felt uncomfortable in her heart and couldn't help but lose control of her hands. When she heard Deputy General Cao take a breath, she quickly stopped and said, "I'm sorry, I hurt you..."
"It's okay." Vice General Cao shook his head, "Compared to Wei Wei, this is nothing. He is so afraid of pain, how painful it must be at that time..."
Fang Zilan lowered her head and looked at the blood on her hands, her heart aching. But a person who was so afraid of pain and blood could hold on to the flag despite the unbearable pain and being bloody and bloody.
Thinking of this, she raised her head suddenly, pushed back the tears in her eyes, and then quickly walked out of the tent, calling Zhou Lang and the remaining deputy general to count the casualties.
"Master Fang, there have been heavy casualties in this battle. There are less than 2,000 men left in the army, and there are hundreds of wounded soldiers." Zhou Lang's expression was dark and unclear, but Fang Zilan was exceptionally calm. She suddenly asked Lieutenant General Cao, "Old Cao, how long have we been in Qiluo City?"
"It's been twenty-eight days." Vice General Cao sighed, "I wonder how things are going in the capital?"
"Now that Qiluo City is under siege, even if there is news from the capital, it cannot come in." Zhou Lang said, his voice became a little darker. He looked at Fang Zilan and asked tentatively: "Master Fang, there will be reinforcements coming to rescue us. ?"
"I don't know." Fang Zilan looked at the three lieutenants in front of him steadily, and said softly: "I planned to defend Qiluo City from the beginning, but I never thought that anyone would come to help. I once said to Duke Jun However, it must be kept for at least one month, and apart from that, any extra day is a day.”
"However, even if we have been guarding for a month, if there is still no movement in the capital..." The deputy general who had never spoken could not help but said: "We are not afraid of death, but after we die, will Miluo be left alone?" Are we going to continue fighting all the way to the capital?"
"No." Fang Zilan said her answer without hesitation, "I believe in Your Majesty. No matter what, you will protect the people of Dajing."
Zhou Lang coughed lightly and changed his voice: "Fortunately, Mr. Fang was prepared and ordered me to move the people in the city. Now, except for more than ten families who have refused to leave, there are no other people in the city."
Vice General Cao also changed the topic and said, "The people of Miluo who came here today are also severely weakened. They probably won't be able to attack the city again in the next few days."
"I hope so." Fang Zilan had a tired look on her face, "I killed Jiang Hanze today, so at least one of Murong Xun and Mu Chuji must come out to lead the army. If there is a chance, kill any of them. One person may be able to turn the tide of the war."
Hearing this, the other three people were stunned. Fang Zilan was completely different from what they thought. They were still thinking about whether reinforcements could delay their survival, but she was thinking about finding an opportunity to kill the Miluo coach...
"What's wrong?" Fang Zilan looked at the three people with strange expressions and curled her lips, "Since you are bound to die, why don't you kill a few more Miluo people to support you before you die?"
The three of them exchanged glances and bowed in unison: "I will follow Lord Fang to the death."
Fang Zilan's eyes swept over the three of them one by one, and finally landed on the plum sword hanging not far away, and solemnly said word by word: "Go, order armaments, lead the soldiers, we swear to live and die with Qiluo City. "
"Yes." The three of them responded in unison, turned around and left the tent.
The Miluo people did not give them a chance to breathe, and they came back in just two days. This time, Murong Xun and Mu Chuji came together with their troops.
Fang Zilan stood on the tower, feeling like her heart was beating like a drum, as if she had returned to the original Battle of Wind River Valley. It's just that that time Li Shengxuan had a place to hide with her, but this time she had no choice but to fight to the end.
Murong Xun and Mu Chuji were well protected, and Fang Zilan did not find any chance to shoot them. So she unsheathed her sword and killed the Miluo people who rushed towards her one by one.
This battle lasted for a long time, until dusk and the setting sun were like blood. Fang Zilan was still holding on to the tower. She could hardly tell whether the red in front of her eyes was the bright red of blood or the bright red of the sunset, but she knew she didn't want to fall yet. Down.
The Miluo people's offensive gradually dissipated. Fang Zilan was sitting on the edge of the battlement, breathing heavily, holding the plum sword with lingering fear. When she raised her head, she saw a bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the moonlight was shining down all over the ground very gently.
People today cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today's moon once illuminated the ancient people.
This poem almost suddenly appeared in Fang Zilan's mind, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly, surviving tonight and tomorrow.
Will she still be able to see the moon tomorrow night?
Or will she also become the ancient person the moon once illuminated?
