Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 1262 Xu Nan's Appearance

This is a road with mountains on both sides, birch trees all over the mountains.

It was dusk at this time, the light was dim, the shadows of the trees were whirling, and the wind rustled, as if there were many people hiding in it.

General Shen Guo was a little suspicious, but he was reluctant to discard the fat prince of Li Guo.

While hesitating, they suddenly discovered that the speed of the iron army in front suddenly slowed down, and there were even signs of confusion, as if something terrible had happened.

Shen Guoren stopped immediately and sent someone to investigate carefully.

The scouts found that the fleeing Iron Legion was gathered together, talking in a low voice with dignified expressions, and occasionally could hear "Mr. Fang..."

It was vague and vague, and I couldn't hear anything clearly, but I can tell that something must have happened to that Dongfang Yuanyou.

The scouts probed again, but they did not see the man who had been riding on the horse commanding Ruoding all this time, so he was overjoyed and ran back to report: "Dongfang Yuanyou has an accident!"

Shen Guozhu was skeptical, but felt that this was a reasonable thing.

He looked around and finally decided that there was no possibility of fraud.

There are only a few people in the Iron Army, and I haven't heard of any garrisons nearby. Although the terrain ahead is a bit bad, wealth and honor are always earned by taking risks.

When he was hesitating, he saw Tie Jun dragging forward, and he could vaguely see that they were carrying a stretcher, walking feebly.

Suddenly, someone cursed loudly: "Don't hurry up? Do you want to wait for the enemy to catch up? If you run another ten miles, you will have supplies!"

So those people speeded up.

Can't wait any longer, Lord General Shen issued an order to pursue with all his might.

The sloppy Tiejun found them, threw away their helmets and armor, and fled in all directions. Only the few people carrying the stretcher ran forward relentlessly, fell down several times, got up again and continued to flee.

Of course, Shen Guoren couldn't bear such a good opportunity to make meritorious deeds. Many people rushed to the stretcher, wanting to make this first meritorious service.

Of course Lord Shen couldn't resist the temptation, he shouted loudly, patted his horse to catch up, and ordered everyone to back off, and they were not allowed to compete with him.

This credit must belong to him, no one can take it away!

The war horse rushed forward like lightning, and the rest of the people did not dare to step forward, and all fell far behind.

The whistle sounded suddenly, countless tripping ropes popped out, and the war horse neighed terribly, and fell to the ground hard.

Shen Guozhu dexterously got up from the ground, raised his spear high, aimed at the seedlings that were attacking him, and stabbed hard.

He Miao dragged a long knife, bent sideways, and galloped past him.

Between lightning and flint, the outcome has been divided.

Shen Guoshou's head fell to the ground, and He Miao's waist was stabbed by his long spear.

He Miao didn't stop, picked up his head and hung it on the knife, raised it high, and shouted loudly: "The head of the enemy will be executed!"

There was a burst of cheers from the surrounding birch forests, and many people rushed down from the mountains on both sides, slashing at the Shen people who hadn't reacted yet.

The iron army waited for work with ease, attacking from both sides.

The people of Shen who were deceived and had no one to direct them were in a mess, they didn't care about the head and body of the general, or the prince of Li who was at their fingertips.

Tie Jun was bluffing and pretending to be chasing them. They must be frightened and escape as far as possible.

He Miao threw away Shen Guo's head, bent down, and handed Yuanzi who was standing on the road.

Yuanzi's horse had already collapsed from exhaustion, and he could not ride any more. He looked up at He Miao, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, and grabbed the hand she handed over to get on the horse.

He tore off the inside of the battle robe, tied it around her waist tightly, and tightly bandaged the bleeding wound.

He Miao whispered, "Let me sleep for a while."

Mariko shook his head: "Not yet."

She didn't persuade him anymore, but gently touched the wound on his leg to express her comfort and distress.

The two rode together and walked forward in silence.

At this moment, there is no need to say anything, it is God's pity to escape from the dead.

After leaving the mountain path, they stopped for a short time to eat and then moved on again. Everyone was so tired that they didn't want to get up after sitting down.

He Miao kept yelling and chasing away with a whip, and mercilessly whipped anyone who didn't move.

The person who was beaten was very annoyed, very angry, but knew that she could not be blamed, so he turned his breath into a dumb fire, holding his breath and moving on.

After rushing all night, the team was exhausted and couldn't move forward.

After a short break for an hour, move on.

Going forward like this for three days can be regarded as breaking through the encirclement.

Of the original 1 iron army, after this battle, there were less than [-] left.

Some were killed, some were forced or voluntarily surrendered, some died of injuries, and some were scattered away.

Even the remaining nearly [-] people are still in various situations. Supplies cannot keep up, injuries cannot be treated and rested in time, and they are still hungry. No matter how you look at it, it is miserable.

Both He Miao and Yuanzi were injured to varying degrees, and they marched with injuries, exhausted.

There is still nearly half a month away from Tiebeiling, and the unwilling Shen people are like annoying dog skin plasters.

And the first snow has come quietly.

Although Yuanzi was injured all over her body, she was fine and was recovering slowly.

He Miao's condition was not very good. The waist wound stabbed by Shen Guoren was infected and developed a high fever.

At first, she still had the energy to joke with Yuanzi that it was only because of him that she was injured internally and externally.

At the back, she was so dizzy with fever that she was carried away on a stretcher, so she couldn't say anything.

Yuanzi was so worried that his hair was on the verge of turning gray, she was the best doctor, the doctor himself fell ill, and the medicine was not complete, what should he do?
In other words, even if there is a doctor and medicine, she must be given time to rest.

He was really afraid that she would not be able to hold on.

He wiped her hands and feet with cold water to cool down, unbuttoned his outer robe at night, and held her close to his chest to keep her warm.

He Miao was occasionally energetic, so she sat snuggled up with him and listened to the sound of the wind blowing across the plain.

Yuanzi kissed her hair, but she refused to let her: "It's been a long time since I washed it, it's dirty."

Yuanzi held her tightly in his arms in silence, refusing to let go.

He Miao was dizzy, but knew that his tears had soaked her collar, and she reached out to touch his face: "Don't cry, I will get better."

Mariko's tears flowed even harder.

Even if no one mentioned it, even if He Miao didn't mention it, he knew very well that it was his insistence on the wedding that caused the disaster.

Those who died, and the sick seedlings, he couldn't forgive himself.

The turning point came quickly.

Xu Nan led the Huben Army after a long journey, went deep into Jingzhong, and picked them up halfway.

Xu Nan didn't salute him, but said expressionlessly, "Fang Gan accepts the order."

Yuanzi lowered her head and knelt down silently.

It was full of words of reprimand, but there was nothing wrong with it.

Yuanzi accepted the order in silence, handed over the iron army to Liang Jun, Jinping, and Xiao Yang, took the seedlings into the carriage, and set foot on the way home.

(End of this chapter)