Yes, there is still a long way to go! The one who strikes first may not be the final winner.
"Louchang, don't think that you can win just now." Mr. Pingyuan thought viciously in his heart, and then with a wave of his hand, the group of a thousand people set foot on the rules again.
It's just that Zhao Kuo is not comfortable standing in the prison car now. Not only has his coat been taken off, but also cold chains have been put on. The breeze in the mountains is blowing slightly, and Zhao Kuo can appreciate the autumn in the northern country. As the prison car moved forward, the bleak autumn wind not only did not slow down, but became stronger.
Bringing the cold from the north, mixed with a bit of the humid cold from the south, it rushed towards him, making Zhao Kuo tremble with the cold! In addition, the cold chains continued to absorb and dissipate heat. In just a moment, Zhao Kuo's originally rosy complexion immediately turned pale. Then, under the blowing of the autumn wind, it turned from white to red, and then again. From red to white!
"It's a bitter meat plan. How can you eat meat if you don't suffer a little?" Zhao Kuo encouraged himself in his heart.
At first, Zhao Kuo wanted to maintain his handsome and promoted image, but as the prison car continued to move forward, the cold wind in the mountains continued to invade. The only energy in his body could only be used to keep out the cold, and the blood supply to his brain gradually became insufficient. As for maintenance, The idea of image can only be temporarily hidden.
Fortunately, the last obsession allowed Zhao Kuo to maintain a fighting attitude and not curl up into a ball like that maggot.
"That's too ugly! As a general, you can't fall down even if you die! It's just a cold wind!" Zhao Kuo warned himself repeatedly in his mind. What kept popping up in his mind was the big-nosed general in "The Myth" who fought to protect his immortality. After the medicine was broken off by force, he was injured and exhausted, but he used a spear to support himself and refused to fall.
"The door for people to come in and out is locked, and the hole for dogs to crawl away is open. A voice shouts: Climb out, I will give you freedom! I long for freedom, but I also know that - human beings How can the body climb out of a dog's hole! I can only look forward to the day when the fire in the ground will surge up and burn this living coffin together with me. I should gain eternal life in the fire and blood."
At this time, perhaps only the poetry of the Revolution could inspire Zhao Kuo to continue to persevere.
Well, fortunately, the wooden fence of this prison car is quite suitable. It just fits my position, and I won't fall down if I lean on the wooden fence of the prison car! Hey, it would be great if there was Erguotou or Niulanshan!
In Zhao Kuo's random thoughts, the prison car continued to move forward creakingly.
There were not many pedestrians on the road in early autumn, and Lord Pingyuan seemed to sense Zhao Kuo's inner anxiety, so he made a quick trip. Finally, before sunset, the group arrived at Handan City, the capital of Zhao State!
The prison car drove on the suspension bridge on the moat, making a squeaking sound. The noise around him combined with the squeaking sound, which completely woke up Zhao Kuo, who was half asleep.
He opened his somewhat heavy eyelids and slowly looked up. In a daze, a towering city wall suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes and took a closer look. It was a city that was stronger and taller than Guguan. It was built with bluestone and rice slurry and lime were used to bond and fill the gaps. Based on Zhao Kuo's experience, on this city wall, a long sword held horizontally and a blow with all his strength could only break a corner.
And if the State of Zhao could have such a strong city, why not Handan, the capital of the State? Sure enough, I continued to look up, and in the center of the high city wall, there was a huge and flat bluestone with two words engraved in large seals on it - Handan!
Handan! finally reached.
Zhao Kuo knew: From this moment on, a "war" without gunpowder, a "war" more dangerous than that of Changping will slowly begin. Unfortunately, the center of this "war" is himself, but the protagonist is... Not myself.
"We're here!" Zhao Kuo seemed to be asking someone else in a daze, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
Without waiting for the people around to answer, a sad voice came from the front.
"My son!"
It was the deep call from Zhao Kuo's mother who had been waiting under the city gate for more than several days!
Before he finished speaking, an old woman wearing linen clothes and a dark cloak walked straight towards the prison car with crutches. The soldiers obviously quickly realized that this old woman was most likely to be a prisoner. Mother of the General
, quickly turned over and dismounted, and stepped forward to help.
When Lord Pingyuan heard the shouting, he also jumped down from the horse behind him, only to see that the old woman had already rushed to the side of the prison car and was holding on to the wooden fence, crying and trying to climb up!
"Mother!" Zhao Kuo, who was restrained in the prison car, didn't care about his own image. He struggled and lay down so that Zhao's mother could be closer to him.
After not seeing each other for several months, Mother Zhao's head was already covered with silver hair. After several days of waiting, her whole body was hunched over, and even her bun was a little messy. With trembling hands, he still tried hard to climb onto the prison car that was not too high. He was completely unaware of the pain caused by the barbs of the wooden fence of the prison car piercing his dry skin.
It's a pity that Zhao's mother is too old after all, and the damn prison car obviously doesn't leave any room for people to step on. She even climbed twice and ended in failure. But the barb made a large gash on Mother Zhao's hand, and a little blood flowed from the wound and instantly dyed the prison car's bars red.
"Mother!" Zhao Kuo was shocked and quickly stuck his head out of the gap in the fence to stop his mother from climbing again: "Mother, stop climbing."
Zhao Kuo was really panicked, tears streaming down his face. He made countless calculations, including almost everyone and everything, but he forgot to count the people closest to him. Now that he is in jail, what a blow it must be to this elderly mother! ——The sky is falling!
Who knows if a man sheds tears easily, it's just that he hasn't reached the sad point yet.
The prison van, which was originally quite spacious, now seemed so cramped. It was so cramped that Zhao Kuo could only kneel down in the prison car so that his head could be lowered as low as possible.
Seeing the child's head protruding from the fence, Mother Zhao stopped her desire to climb. The weak and somewhat rickety mother could still only look up at her son, but this was already a difficult time for Mother Zhao. enough.
Withered hands slowly caressed Zhao Kuo's pale face.
There was a cold feeling between the tentacles, even colder than the bloodless hands of a dying old lady! In an instant, the tears that had been unstoppable burst out again. The distressed shouts once again filled the entire city gate: "My son has been killed!"
While crying, the old lady reached out to take off her cloak and put it on her son.
Sure enough, friends will only care about your ability and success, while only your loved ones who love you will care about whether you have enough to eat and whether you are warmly dressed!
