Chapter 22 Lonely and brave (Part 2)

Author: My spear is still here

Chapter 22 Lonely and brave (Part 2)

Uncle Gong didn't have time to react. The young master had already taken his spear and planted it on the side of the horse. Then he made a surprising move. He took off his leather armor and threw it on the ground. He took a few steps forward with the gun and pointed it at the horse on the other side of the bridge.

Mu Shiming, the fierce general of Ling's army, said loudly: "Okay, I promise you, indeed, there is no need to beat the lives to ashes.

The children of Heyang are all my subjects, and as a lord, I have the obligation to protect everyone."

"Young Master."

He was anxious, but it was too late to stop him. Mu Shiming on the opposite side immediately said: "Okay, if you have the guts, then come on, I will let you die and understand, and today's matter will be over. I will definitely keep my promise.

Regardless of victory or defeat, I will never touch a hair of your men."

Uncle Gong watched the young master walking towards the bridge with a spear in his hand, facing the large enemy army scattered across the ground like fireflies. He suddenly felt that the young master might be disappointing at times, but after all, he was the son of Marquis Duyang.

"I'll go on your behalf!" Uncle Gong rode forward.

"No, it's not easy to get such an opportunity. We have few people and we can't leave even if the fight starts.

Now our troops are all standing by the river, with woods behind them. They can't see how many of us there are across the river before dawn, and they dare not cross the river easily."

Only then did he realize. No wonder the pursuers on the opposite side stopped and didn't rush over rashly. He also understood the reason why the young master asked them to form an array by the river. Are these all his calculations? For a moment, the people in front of him already felt strange.

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"The time is limited. If something unexpected happens later, you protect the hero and run towards the princess first, as long as she doesn't dare to do anything to you in Mu Sheng." The young master patted his shoulder and told him. Uncle Gong was stunned, and suddenly understood that the young master just now

Why did the Lord speak like that? He is saving everyone.

Uncle Gong had mixed feelings for a moment and was a little at a loss. He said: "The princess can also protect the young master, just run away! When they get to Linyin Castle, they will not be afraid no matter how many people come."

He saw the young master shaking his head and saying to him seriously: "I am different from you, and I am the target of the power struggle.

Whether you die or not will have little impact on Mu Sheng and others. If there is resistance, he can be merciful;

If the princess of the Han Dynasty died, they would be buried with her, so they would be careful;

It's just me. Once I die, Heyang will have no legal heirs and will become a land without an owner. That's what they covet. They have paid so much and will not give up after all their agencies are exhausted.

I am the only target for sending chasing troops."

Uncle Gong's eyes were a little moist. He seemed to be increasingly unable to understand the young master he thought he knew very well. He had witnessed him grow up with his own eyes, and witnessed him growing stronger day by day, from a naughty child to a young man in front of him, but

But I don't seem to understand him that well, and may even have many misunderstandings and harsh criticisms, "If anything happens to the young master, I will not go back alone."

"No, go with Liu Yu. People like you will make great achievements in the Han Dynasty. Staying in Zhao will only lead to death."

The young master finally patted his shoulder, turned and rode forward without saying a word. He was holding a spear that was more than one foot long, his spine was straight, and his single clothes were slightly fluttering in the morning breeze. He didn't understand why the young master wanted to disarm, but now

There was no chance to remind me.

Everyone held their breath and looked towards the bridge.

The two of them approached the bridge with a tacit understanding, and everyone's eyes were focused on it. Many people craned their necks to watch the changes in the situation over there.

Under the firelight on the other side, he could also feel the scorching eyes. Everyone held their breath and stared intently. The crowded drinking water beam seemed to be quiet for a while, with only the gurgling of the river and the chirping of insects in the distance and in the mountains and forests behind.

Birds chirping.

No matter what the outcome is, what happened here will eventually be recorded in the annals of history, Uncle Gong thought, and many people will tell it to their descendants.

When the rising sun in the distance gradually broke through the dawn, the people and horses at the bridge began to speed up. The clatter of horse hooves mixed with the running water resounded on both sides of the bank. Two war horses carrying two tall men quickly rushed towards the middle of the bridge, getting faster and faster.

Faster and faster.

Mu Shiming's loud roars and curses echoed on both sides of the river, while the young master quietly rushed forward.

Uncle Gong almost couldn't bear to close his eyes and tried to open them again, staring at the bridge, trying to watch the war across the river!

In an instant, his mind was filled with thousands of thoughts, and the scene of the battle at the two mountain passes six years ago appeared in front of his eyes, and those events floated past like snowflakes.

He was on the battlefield at that time, and that tragic war raged for more than a year. Between the two mountain passes upstream of Linshui, at the border where the Zhongshan Kingdom and the Zhao Kingdom met, the Zhongshan people were short but agile, with slender arms, and were good at archery and mountain warfare.

Zhao wanted to annex Zhongshan, but the army was blocked between Ximen Mountain and Dongmen Mountain, so people called it the Battle of the Two Mountain Passes. Both sides fought fiercely and suffered heavy losses. Finally, more than a year later, when the bones of the soldiers on both sides had been

When they were buried all along the Liangshankou River, the Zhongshan State was forced to pay tribute to the Zhao State in exchange for the Zhao State's withdrawal. However, the Zhao State did not gain an inch of land, which was considered a defeat that only saved face.

He remembered the tragedy at that time, and the Linshui River dyed red could still be seen in front of his eyes. He remembered the floating corpses blocking the downstream tributaries, and recalled the legend of Mu Shiming who killed thirteen people in a row. He was afraid that the blood dyed Linshui would

He drowned the young master, fearing that the cruel and desperate scene would reappear in front of him.

Opposite is Mu Shiming, the fierce general in the battle between two mountains!

In an instant, my thoughts returned, the scene on the bridge came into view, and the results were already revealed in the distance!

The war horses were criss-crossing in the middle of the bridge. At such high speed, any contact would be fatal. Mu Shiming's loud roar stopped abruptly. He fell off the horse with a thud, and rolled to the edge of the bridge again.

It splashed into the water and splashed into waves.

His horse continued to run forward for a while before he realized that his master was no longer there and slowly stopped.

Uncle Gong stretched his neck and tried his best to watch the young master's horse slow down and stop at the other end of the bridge. The young master reined in the horse and turned around, sitting safely on the horse.

He couldn't help but let out a cheer any longer. In an instant, cheers spread all over the place. The soldiers of Linyin Fort were delighted and shouted loudly.

Soon there were people shouting "Heqinhou" and "Heqinhou!" one after another, and soon they became one, startling the birds and beasts who were still sleeping soundly in the woods behind. At this time, this derogatory title was particularly loud.

and inspiring.

The enemy troops on the opposite side were all stunned. Several of Mu Shiming's soldiers took off their armor and rushed down the river in fear.

Uncle Gong felt his blood surge up all over his body. He looked at the young master standing on horseback at the bridge. He was as tall as the Marquis of Duyang back then, with a tiger father and no dog son!

He and the cavalry around him rushed to the bridge to protect him.

The soldiers on the opposite side had already dragged Mu Shiming out of the river. They shouted his name but received no response, and then they began to cry loudly. It was obvious that he was no longer a strong general from Maling City, but just a corpse.

As they swarmed onto the bridge, the pursuers on the opposite side began to lose their morale and retreated to the rear. The general was dead. They no longer had unified command and no confidence in fighting. Who has the final say? Who should listen to whom?

When these are problems, fighting is courting death.

The surging pursuers dropped a large number of torches by the river and retreated into the woods on the opposite side like a tide.

As the morning sun rose, the young master stood on horseback at the end of the bridge holding a spear. The tip of his spear was still stained with blood. Just like Marquis Duyang who rushed into the courtyard to save him, Kyoushu felt that he had found a reason to live again.
Chapter completed!