I finally understood what Fu Xi meant when he said he wanted to take care of him. He was just a fool. He was clearly planning a formation, but he had to be at the forefront to block the rain of arrows.
I just knew it, but I didn't take care of him. Ever since Big Man's tragic death, I've always had heart palpitations when I saw blood. What's more, he never asks anyone to take care of him, and my temperament is even more distant.
I never spent any time on him, but the first thing he said when he saw me was to ask about my wound.
It has long since healed, and the scar is shocking to the touch, but there is no longer that biting pain. Occasionally, when I am busy with the army and overworked, I will feel pain. It's probably because the disease is at its root and it will never get better for the rest of its life. It's just such a small thing, not worth mentioning to him.
So I shook my head and brushed it off.
"Marry me?" He suddenly tilted his head and asked.
I was stunned and didn't understand why.
He explained with a smile: "With such an ugly scar, I'm scared to death. Who else but me would dare to marry you?"
I almost threw the bowl of tea in his face.
Recently, he has become more and more unruly. When we first met in front of the mourning hall, his knowledge of etiquette and righteousness was all whitewashed.
"Still not leaving? Can't wait?" He raised his chin and looked at me with an amused look on his face.
He grabbed something and hit it on his chest. It was a rolled-up military book. It almost fell apart after throwing it away.
He frowned, and after a while he said: "It doesn't matter, it's not just talk on paper after all."
He smoothed the military book and put it back on the corner of the table, but he almost knocked over the tea bowl. I threw my hand over and held it down. If the map on the table gets wet, I don’t know whose fault it is. Fortunately, there were no water stains on the map at all, but there seemed to be something about that map that made me suddenly feel awkward.
Turning the desk to his side, the light was a little brighter, so I had to lean over and take a closer look.
"Can you read a map?" He turned sideways and made room for me.
I shook my head. I don’t know how to read it, but I just looked at the mountains drawn on the picture and the densely marked mountain cols, and I felt something was different. It seemed like something was missing. The words came to my lips, but I couldn't say them. This map is obviously very complete. The only break in the steep and continuous mountains is Bizhou.
"Is there anything wrong?"
Yes, but I don’t know what it is. I got up, maybe I was too worried. Such a detailed map, although small, marked every tiny ups and downs. What's more, this was the map in his general's tent, how could it be wrong?
"General, general!" The sound of swords suddenly came in.
He squinted at the soldiers rushing in and said, "What's the matter?" He said calmly, as if there was just a gust of wind outside.
"Ghosts sneak attack! Our army is about to be dispersed!"
He stood up suddenly and suddenly pulled out the long sword in his hand.
The sword lost the power of the dragon's roar.
Something flashed through my mind.
He strode out, turned around suddenly, and hugged me involuntarily. Before I could struggle, he frowned and said in a low voice, "Follow me. I won't leave you alone in the camp again."
I was stunned and did not shirk.
Last time, I was alone in the mountain col, and when everyone thought I was safe, someone from the ghost side came. The injuries left on my back suddenly ached. If you say you are not afraid, it is a lie. The big man's body dripping with blood was still dangled in front of his eyes, and he was being hit with the bladed whip, but he couldn't do anything. I never dared to imagine that if Jimo hadn't rushed in at that time, would I have died like this, like a big man?
The moment he stepped out of the camp, there were shouts, screams, and collapse sounds all around, so sharp that they pierced the eardrums. He suddenly retracted his arms and pressed my face against his chest.
I'm afraid of blood, and he knows that. I didn't say anything to him, and he didn't say anything to me, but he just knew it and remembered it all the time.
"Line up! Stop Guifang and don't let anyone go!" He ordered loudly, waving his sword, and flew into Changfeng with me in his arms.
His voice was like a spell, working like magic. The panic just now was like a dream. Now, after waking up from the dream, they were still a braver army than Guifang.
I have seen him fight, and I have imagined him fighting, but I have never been by his side or on a horse with him during a war.
Jimo Dongli, this person, always appears at my hand when I need him most.
It was like this on the day when my father's body was brought back to the capital, it was like this when he stumbled back from the ancestral grave and the family temple, it was like this when he was almost burned to death on the fire, it was like this when he was imprisoned and whipped, and it is still like this today. I never said a word of pity to him. He always stretched out his hand himself. No matter how many times I rejected him, he always stretched out one more time and held me at the most critical moment.
I know that this gratitude will disappear by dawn.
I am so cold-blooded, and he knows this.
"As long as I am here, you are not allowed to be afraid." He was still talking to me, as if everything in front of him, including the sword and the lack of eyes, was insignificant. "Didn't I scare you away by hiding there and peeking at me leading the troops that day? "
he knows!
I sighed, he knew everything.
He was so focused at the time that he didn't even know the blood was gushing out, but he knew I was looking at him.
I'm looking at him...
I was suddenly stunned.
Map! There is something missing on the map, I seem to know it!
Pushing his arm away, I raised my head, gave him a look, and quickly pulled the horse's head from his hand. I shouldn't be obsessed with fighting, and I shouldn't be obsessed with this little commotion in front of me! I don’t know if it’s too late, why I didn’t think of it earlier!
"Shabby Legs, choose your fastest person to follow! When I come back, none of these ghost soldiers can escape!" He ordered loudly again, letting me control the direction of Changfeng. He trusted me completely and never thought about whether I would lead him to the cliff. In case, I think wrongly, delaying the opportunity of fighting is almost the most hated thing by military strategists. When the time comes, will he pass his hand over again?
There is no time to think about it anymore. We have reached this point and there is no retreat. He believes in me and I must do the same.
The wind was blowing very fast, and soon we arrived at a place where mountains and rocks intersected. This was the place where I watched him march. Hiding here, it happened to avoid the scorching sun, which was just right for me.
Looking from the gap in the stone, under the moonlight, there is a path, with a line of black shadows moving continuously.
Sure enough!
What is missing from the map is this jumble of rocks. Even every clear stream has a detailed map with annotation, but this piece of rocky beach was abandoned. Even if someone compares it with a map, they will definitely overlook this mistake - the terrain here is too steep, and it is impossible for a good rider to move forward here. However, it is here, only here, that the trail can be seen, hidden deep in the jungle, hidden in the night.
I looked back at him and saw that his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He took the horse's rein from my hand, without any hesitation, kicked the horse's belly and quickly pursued me.
The night attack on the camp was just a cover, Basil Jiyu, is now in front of us!
No horse can be faster than Changfeng, not even Guifang, who is famous for producing good horses. But after taking such a long route, I felt a little uneasy in my heart. Changfeng took the lead. Although Mao Leg and the others' horses were first-rate horses, they were far behind and unable to follow. And we are getting closer and closer to the ghost side. Although Basil Jiyu fled in a hurry, there are still hundreds of thousands of people under his command. These people must be his trusted masters. If only these two people can catch up with him on one horse, , he alone might be able to rein in his horse and leave immediately, but the addition of me is going to hurt him in the end. However, if you slow down and wait for your hairy legs to catch up, this perfect opportunity will slip through your hands. He had been in a stalemate with Guifang for so long, and had cost so many brothers' lives, could he just watch such an opportunity slip away? He is a man who doesn't care about his life, especially his own life.
I struggled twice, trying to remind him of the current situation and ask him to let me go, and got off the horse. Without him, the ghosts would not let me go, but they would not implicate him again. But he held me down and whispered in my ear: "Why, the white deer and the white turtle are auspicious things from heaven, but you are not? I still don't believe that with you by my side, the Lord of Hell dares to send some monsters with ox heads and horse faces." Come?"
Ever since I was little, some people have called me a monster, some have called me a disaster, and some have used the words they just mentioned to describe me as the minions under the King of Hell. He was the first person to treat me like a normal person from beginning to end, but he was not the only one, and then there were all of you in the mountain col. And he is the only one who says I am auspicious.
My mother protected me, but treated me carefully, never treating me like an ordinary child. She was always in a panic, afraid that my father would come and find out that she came to see me; that I would become attached to her if I saw her too much; that she would become attached to her after being out for a long time. My sister will see the clues. She was so afraid that she had no time to pay attention to me anymore, and she was so afraid that she avoided me like a plague.
Auspicious? No one has ever thought that I am a monster, how can I be auspicious?
Suddenly there was a sound in front of them, uniformly, and when they raised their heads, they saw rows and rows of crossbows.
Following too close!
He suddenly held me up with one arm, turned his arm slightly, but already placed me behind his back. I was about to speak when he turned back and smiled: "I'm still wearing armor, so it doesn't matter."
He thought I was a fool. If I was fine if I wore armor, why would he be injured all over!
Seeing that everyone on the ghost side only gave an order with Basil Jiyu, suddenly they heard a thunderbolt, cracking through the air, and in an instant, there was a white light in front of their eyes.
I blinked and looked at the sky. That thunder was just for a moment. It's just that the moonlight was bright and there were no dark clouds at all. If so, I would never have been able to see Basil Jiyu running away. At the critical moment of life and death, such a thunderbolt in the clear sky, is it really auspiciousness from heaven?
"Fire the arrow!" Basil Jiyu was stunned for a moment and then ordered immediately. Thinking about it, if he was afraid of fate and karma, he would definitely not invade the south.
Another thunderbolt flashed, and the lightning pierced everyone's eyes and it was almost difficult to see.
Too close, too close.
