Without the support of internal strength, the Shaolin Golden Bell can no longer be used. In just an instant, several spears pierced Monk Wu Peng's chest.
Zhang Yu on the side didn't know where he got the strength. He ran to Wu Peng like crazy, dropped his long knife, and the spears that penetrated Wu Peng also broke.
Wu Peng staggered, his breathing was disordered, but he still stood. Suffering such a serious injury and having no internal force to protect his body would be enough to lose his life.
But there was no fear of death on his face at all, and there was no sign of pain after being seriously injured. There was only calmness on his face.
But Zhang Yu's face was already filled with tears. He rushed into the battle today with the determination to die. It was heartbreaking and regrettable that the Yan troops under his command were killed in battle, but at least Zhu Di was able to escape. This was a well-deserved death. .
But Wu Peng is an outsider, and his life and death are like shackles imprisoned on Zhang Yu, something he has to bear.
It is really painful to carry other people's lives on your shoulders. He knew that Wu Peng, who was seriously injured, was destined to die. How could he not feel sad?
How can you not feel guilty? He didn't speak, but looked at Wu Peng's wounds in silence. Wu Peng's hands trembled, he clasped his hands together with his remaining strength, and said slowly: "Amitabha, Donor Zhang, the poor monk said that as long as the poor monk is still alive, he will protect you, but it's a pity that the poor monk may not survive..." "Wu Peng didn't say the rest, because everyone knew that falling into the enemy camp alone would not end well.
Even Zhang Yu wouldn't survive. But even though he knew he was going to die, Wu Peng could never say a word of respect.
Talking too much will only increase the fearless sadness before death. Wu Peng closed his eyes gently, and then there was no sound again, but his body was still standing in front of Zhang Yu like a Buddhist Vajra.
Zhang Yu shouted angrily, turning the guilt and sadness in his heart into the final strength. He looked up to the sky and roared, and once again raised his sword and charged at the imperial soldiers and horses.
But without the protection of monk Wu Peng, Zhang Yu was no longer able to fight against four hands with two fists. In just a few moments, he had been shot several times, but he didn't seem to notice it and continued to kill with all his strength.
He didn't know whether it was the enemy's blood or his own blood, but it had stained his armor red. Human strength and blood are ultimately countless.
After swiping the knife for an unknown number of times, Zhang Yu's roar became hoarse and his movements gradually became slower, until finally he could no longer swing the long knife in his hand and could only hold the long knife on the ground to maintain his standing posture.
This is probably his last stubbornness. Even if he dies, he still wants to die standing. Zhang Yu took one last look at the surrounding imperial soldiers and horses, and finally slowly closed his eyes.
...Wu Peng's death and Zhang Yu's death were naturally taken into consideration by Zhang Ren. He came to the edge of the battlements and shouted towards the city: "No!
Uncle! "It's a pity that this shout will never be heard by Zhang Yu again. Li Zhenjun and Ji Gang also took advantage of Zhang Ren's distraction and slapped Zhang Ren on the back of the heart.
Zhang Ren spurted out a mouthful of blood and splashed on the ground outside the city. He glanced back and felt that the strength in his body was rapidly draining away.
Are you going to die? Others who have traveled through time have achieved immortality through cultivating immortality, being invincible and pretending to be cool, and being hugged by beauties.
But what about yourself? Although he has witnessed a piece of history, he still cannot escape the fate of being an ordinary person.
When he was in Jinling City, Zhang Ren was tired of dealing with both the cruelty of the Nine Gates and the intrigues in the court. He thought he would be much better in the world.
But in the end, he still couldn't escape the torrent of the times. Zhang Ren ran through everything that had happened since he traveled through time in his mind.
Although his heart was full of reluctance, and although there were still too many emotions that could not be settled, Zhang Ren still felt that his eyelids were very heavy and he wanted to close them unconsciously.
Maybe it’s time to take a break. An ordinary person who doesn’t know history will still be unable to change history after all.
Just at the last moment when Zhang Ren had resigned himself to his fate and was about to close his eyes, he saw a sword light. Such strong internal strength, this was the last thing that came to Zhang Ren's mind, and then he lost consciousness.
...Zhu Di was somewhat cautious before coming to Dongchang City. The camp he had set up when he came was not dismantled. The Yan army chose to defend on the spot after entering the camp and repelled several waves of attacks from the imperial court. , causing the imperial court's troops to suffer heavy losses.
After entering the camp, Zhu Di immediately handed over the unconscious Zhang Fu to his medical officer, and at the same time he did not forget to ask: "No matter what, save him!
"The medical officer took over Zhang Fu and naturally did not dare to neglect. Zhu Neng, who was standing next to him, said: "Your Majesty is kind, if it were anyone else, he would definitely not save this kid.
Zhu Di shook his head slightly, changed the subject, and asked: "Where is Shimei? This kid Zhang Fu was seriously injured to save me. I must give Shimei an explanation."
"When Zhang Yu was mentioned, Zhu Neng became very angry. He said angrily: "Today's incident happened suddenly. The moment he saw the prince leaving Dongchang City, the general wanted to kill Zhang Yu, the thief, with one blow. But he didn't expect that Zhang Yu was accompanied by monk Wu Peng.
Seeing that the situation was critical, he could only suppress the idea of killing Zhang Yu for the time being. Thinking that by this time, Zhang Yu, the thief, was already a popular drinker in Dongchang City.
"Since the beginning of the Jingnan Campaign, Zhang Yu has been Zhu Di's confidant, and Zhang Yu has saved Zhu Di's life several times.
If Zhang Yu would betray him, Zhu Di was the first to not believe it. But the human heart is too complicated. Who can say whether it is betrayal or not?
Seeing that Zhu Di did not speak, Zhu Neng spoke again: "Zhang Yu is no longer in the camp at the moment, and even the personal guards around him have disappeared, but he still left his son here. This shows that he is How cruel, and the fact that Zhang Fu rescued the prince cannot be said to be a conspiracy between the father and his son. Let Zhang Fu be wedged in our Yan army formation. Looking at the future, Zhang Fu will be a hidden danger sooner or later, even if the prince is kind. If you don't kill him, there's no need to treat him properly. It's better to just throw him out of the camp.
"Zhu Di sighed, shook his head slightly, and said: "Shihong doesn't need to persuade me anymore. Now is not the time to talk about this. Sheng Yong's troops are still outside the camp, and the situation is still not optimistic. What we have to do now Not to cause internal conflicts, but to focus on external affairs.
"Now that Zhu Di has set the tone, Zhu Neng didn't say anything more, but cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the general will fight to the death to protect the safety of the camp.
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