Chapter 147 What about the blood-stained mountains and rivers? I'm with you

"Ah!" A scream came from the team, and a drop of fire oil leaked from the cracks in the corner of the umbrella. The scorching temperature fell on the already hot and trembling soldier's cheeks, and a big hole was burned out in an instant. That looks very oozing.

Wrapping the whole hand with the umbrella in his sleeve, the general shouted, "Hold on, retreat quickly, quickly, get out of here, leave this damn place, we can be free, come on!"

The team that finally ran to the end had to retreat quickly and carefully against the sea of fire. It was really difficult. As they retreated, the iron umbrella couldn't help shaking, and more and more fire oil took the opportunity to fall, and the dense soldiers below could not defend themselves.

The red sandalwood's eyes were not emotional. With a mechanical wave of the brocade flag in his hand, the previously used rock began to fall from the targeted position. How can the Cang army, whose hands are burned and difficult to maintain, be able to lift the weight of the boulder?

Under the boulder, the iron wall collapsed and the fire and oil were poured down.

For a moment, screams resounded through this world, and the living lives were swallowed up by the flames. Those struggles and pains were all useless, and they could not get rid of the fate of death.

Death is not painful, but the painful process of death.

He was burned to death by the fire. He watched his body being swallowed up little by little, and endured the pain of burning until he died.

The red sandalwood's eyes were so big that she almost forced to look at the tragedies. These were all caused by her own hands...

She slowly raised her thin hands and looked at them. How could she bear so many lives with such thin and weak hands?

Looking at the sea of fire without blinking, looking at those who are struggling in pain, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is miserable.

The tragedy in front of her was suddenly replaced by a piece of black, and her stiff body was hooped into a tough and gentle embrace. She heard that there was no smile in his familiar voice and whispered in her ear, "Don't look at Amu, don't look, it's not your fault."

"I don't regret it." She said, "I'm just, just..."

Suddenly I didn't know what it was, and suddenly I found that I had nothing to say.

Yes, she doesn't regret it. No matter how many chances she has, she will make such a decision. This is a war. Either you die or I live, not a game. If you die, you can be reborn. If they don't die, it will be the people she wants to protect...

So, what else is she still doing...

Wu Cang Juelan hugged her tightly, with her back against his chest and her head against his neck. She did not tremble or panic, but the ice cooling all over her body told her abnormality.

She is obviously just a woman. Others can be raised in a boudoir. She can play with flowers and grass, teach her husband and children, and be stable for a stable life. However, she can only push herself to this step by step. She must be so cruel and do what she doesn't want to do.

The same identity, but with such a completely different fate.

He hugged the woman in his arms tightly, supported her body with his own strength, pressed her cheek, and whispered, "Amu is not afraid, it's okay."

"I'm not afraid." Her voice was faint and almost erratic, and her eyes blinked naturally under his palm. She said as if nothing had happened, "Even if all the ghosts come to me for their lives, I'm not afraid. I'm not weak. I have the strength to protect what I want to protect, that's enough."

She always knew that she had to pay a price if she wanted to protect what she cared about. She has a clear enough goal and unshakable pace, but sometimes, there will be some... But it's just an accident. She can control herself, definitely!

So stubborn, but... he likes... He also believes that she has that ability, but he can't help but feel distressed. She doesn't care how much she bears and how much she loses, but he cares!

He forcibly pulled her stiff body, covered her eyes with his hands, slowly lowered his head, and imprinted a warm kiss on her cold forehead.

This kiss has no ambiguity, no beetuous, only silent companionship and support.

She was stunned first, disturbed by the touch, and then relaxed and warmed by the temperature.

There was a faint smile from the corners of her mouth. She comforted, "Lanlan, take your hand away. I'm fine."

Maybe the excitement of that moment made her lose her mind for a while, and she quickly adjusted in such a stable embrace. He is really her nobleman...

Wu Cang Juelan's crystal white fingers slowly pulled away from her eyes, and one hand around her waist also opened easily.

"Thank you for lending me your shoulder, Lanlan." This thank you is from the bottom of my heart.

The bloody mask covered his face. She couldn't really see his expression. Only those eyes were the light that she could never understand.

The corners of his lips were raised and he said, "It doesn't matter."

After struggling, the people between the narrow roads died. After all, there are still crazy exchanges that have not died.

Stepping on the sea of fire, I don't care about the sparks climbing on my body, and I don't want to rush.

"Live, you must live!" Despite the burning fire in the corners of his clothes, the general ran under his feet and greeted the soldiers all the way forward.

His feet have obviously been burned, but they are still running desperately.

As long as you can use a little strength, you will never be buried in the sea of fire!

There are firemen running out of the narrow road. As soon as they come out, their feet softened and rolled on the ground in pain.

comes out, less than one-tenth of what goes in.

If this canyon blooms in spring next year, the grass will be green and the flowers will be gorgeous.

The blood flows into a river, not as good as a fire.

The general's eyes were gloomy. He looked at the mountains and bit his iron teeth.

The sound of horseshoes came from the rear, with an iron-blooded order: "Mu Shuai has an order. The army retreats, camp here, and then make a final.

"Withdraw!" He gritted his teeth and roared out of this sentence. He lifted the burned tattered cloak and took the troops back the same way.

Since then, the first battle has been successful, and the Cang army is stationed not far away from the army.

"The wooden tower will not fight with us easily." In front of the simple sand table, Xin Yan said in a low voice.

"If he doesn't fight, he will be forced to fight!" The red sandalwood was definitely received.

"He is a very patient person. Without sufficient preparation, he will never attack easily. Today's narrow battle is so fierce that they all chose to retreat. Everyone knows what this shows. Xin Yimian pulled his narrow eyes and said coldly.

"Why give him enough time to prepare?" Red sandalwood's cold eyes looked at a place on the sand table, which marked the location where the Cang army was stationed.

"What's a good way for you?" With Xin Yimian's question, several people looked at her together.

Red sandalwood's fingers wrote and drew pictures around the Cangjun camp, while saying her plan clearly in her mouth.

It took nearly half an hour for several people to completely discuss it. At this time, it's time to apply.

After the scene, red sandalwood deliberately stopped Xin Yimian, who wanted to leave alone, and said, "Yi Mian, there is something for you. How about coming with me?"

Xin Yimian stopped, nodded his sharp chin, and followed him to her tent.

The two of them saw the situation at the door of the tent from afar, and the red sandalwood rearranged slightly in their hearts: they really enjoyed it.

There was a beautiful couch under the big tree next to the tent. There was a person lying on the couch. The setting sun sprinkled down from the cracks of the trees and spread the man golden.

There is a slight light on the blood coat.

Wu Cang Juelan apologetically fell asleep in a nap. Over the years, whether it is the change of dynasties or the change of heart, this has never changed.

The autumn sun is slightly warm, but at this time it is slightly restrained, and there is no comfortable feeling on the body. He frowned slightly, and his thick curly eyelashes trembled gently. His eyes opened like smoke, and complained slightly dissatisfiedly: "Amu, you covered my sky."

The red sandalwood looked down at the person on the bed. She hadn't seen this collapse before she left. In such a short time, she didn't know where he got it from. Leaving this question aside, she said, "You will enjoy it."

He gently raised the corners of his mouth and said carelessly, "Life is short, and there is a lot of youth. Life is like a dream, for happiness. Naturally, you should enjoy it."

It's really... There is a big reason for everything! Red Sandalwood decided to leave him alone. He stepped back a few steps and returned him with sunshine. He turned around and said, "Well, you continue."

Then, he led Xin Yimian to the house together.

Xin Yimian's narrow eyes looked at the man under the tree. At this moment, he also happened to see him. The eyes of the two met across the space. He slightly raised his chin and turned his head to follow the footsteps of the passer-by in front of him and walked into the big tent.

Wu Cang Juelan slightly hooked the corners of his mouth and looked at the teenager's back. It was interesting...

Red sandalwood walked into the screen and took something. Xin Yimian stood in the center of the tent and looked at the main account. His eyes were slightly surprised. This tent is not as rough and casual as an ordinary general's tent. On the contrary, although there are not many things, it is extremely exquisite. Both the position and the texture of the things are extraordinary. It was the first time he had seen such a situation when he was marching.

"What are you looking at?" Red sandalwood came out with a package and asked.

Maybe he was really curious. He asked, "Did you arrange all the things here?"

Red sandalwood shook his head and said lightly, "No, what's wrong? What's the problem?"

"It's that person." Xin Yimian immediately thought of his exclusive housekeeper in the mouth of the soldiers.

"Hmm." The red sandalwood simply responded, and then opened the package in his hand.

The wrapped cloth looks sparse and ordinary, but after the cloth is uncovered, it is eye-catching. The purple cloth is smooth and dazzling, the white fluff is light and soft, there is no fancy print totem, only the delicate stitches, exquisite and perfect.

"This is..." She looked at what was in her hand in a daze. Her pale lips seemed to have a little luster, and she trembled and said, "For me?"

Did he actually make something for him...

"Yes." She gently touched the exquisite cloak and said with a smile, "Yixi was given to me very early. She said that it was cold in the north. I'm afraid you won't get used to it. You must make a cape with your own hands to warm you."

"Yi Xi..." The thin lips squeezed tightly, and then let go, and the voice was slightly cold. "Thank you."

Red sandalwood shook his head and handed the things in his hand forward. Xin Yimian reached out and took it. As soon as the two boxes were handed over, he heard a sound of laughter at the door: "Ah~ It seems that it's not the right time for me to come."