MTL - Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?-Chapter 127 May the mountains and rivers be safe

The sun rises in the east, and geese are roaring.

General Li Zhanfeng led 100,000 troops and pointed his spear at Bei Di.

Li Changtian and Wei had been fighting **** battles the night before, so this morning, they each led their troops without rest.

Li Changtian rode a war horse and looked up at the sky.

The desert is solitary, and the solitary moaning.

Li Changtian suddenly steered his horse and was about to run in front of the formation.

Wei Ji hurriedly stopped him: "Hey, Li Changtian, where are you going? In front of the enemy, you will be punished for walking around at will!"

Li Changtian said, "Last night's attack, the enemies were almost all veterans, and there was no strong force to be seen at all. I think there is a problem here, so I will go to General Li."

Wei Ji grabbed Li Changtian and said, "Don't go, General Li has already discovered it."

"What?" Li Changtian was stunned.

Wei Ji said: "These days, we are sticking to the frontier and passively taking on the battle. Bei Di deliberately lured us to attack them at night and let us face them head-on. After General Li found out, he simply decided to use the night attack to burn a lot of their grain and grass warehouses. Battle, the terrain is flat, and neither side can have an ambush, so the next step is to fight the strength of both sides!"

"I'm also in favor of fighting this battle, and I can't always shrink back!"

Wei looked at Li Changtian with a bow and arrow in hand, and smiled frivolously.

Beacon fire and wolf smoke, the family and country behind him, angry and fierce, and fierce!

"Hey! Boy, listen to me."

Wei said that he was facing the sky and the red crow, and his armor was like golden scales.

"As long as my guard is in this world for a day, I will never let Bei Di's iron cavalry trample on the Central Plains!"

That was the last sentence Wei Jie said to Li Changtian.

The battle flag is hunting, and the horns are full of horns.

Once it will be done, the bones will die.

With an order, the jaw-dropping sound of fighting resounded through the sky.

No one knows how long the war lasted.

In the end, everyone only knows to kill, kill, kill.

Crimson blood seeped into the ground, smoke and flames erupted everywhere, and the nostrils were filled with the smell of burnt paste.

The remnant of the rolled blade lay on the red sand, indicating the last unwillingness of a soldier.

On the battlefield, Li Changtian was covered in blood lying in the wreckage of his severed limbs. He wanted to stand up, but his limbs were numb and unconscious, and he could not exert any strength at all.

His ears were full of screams and roars.

Li Changtian remembered Fang Cai, and at a distance of 100 meters from him, he watched Wei Jie cut off his right arm with a knife from Beidi.

The pain made Wei's face distorted, but at such a moment, he could still grit his teeth, raise the knife in his left hand, and slashed fiercely on the neck of the Beidi man.

When Li Changtian ran over to support Wei Ji.

Wei was speechless.

He looked towards Shuofang City, towards the Central Plains, towards the territory he swore to guard.

He never closed his eyes.

No matter how cruel the battlefield is, there will eventually be a time to calm down.

In that battle, the Central Plains lost to Bei Di, losing 60,000 troops.

Wei once said to Li Changtian.

"Can't go back, can't go back!"

But they still withdrew.

He returned to Shuofang City in a tragic and embarrassed manner, and watched the frontier being stepped into by Bei Di iron cavalry.

Li Zhanfeng was the head coach, but he was also severely injured and fell into a coma.

At such a time of crisis, Qin Jueming dragged his sick body and struggled to get up from the sickbed, leading the defeated generals with less than 40,000 remnants to stay in Shuofang City.

When the news of the defeat came back to the capital, the whole country was shocked, the court was in turmoil, everyone from officials to the people was in a state of fear, and they always felt that the Beidi people would rush into the Central Plains tomorrow and start killing, wounding, and looting.

The emperor was old overnight, and stood on the court the next day, to appease the hearts of the people of the community, and decisively ordered the delivery of troops and provisions to Shuofang.

But no one knew how long Shuo Fang would last.

On the fifth day of the defeat, Bei Di cut off the captive's head in order to make the generals defending the city completely defeated and feared. , not a single living mouth is left.

Qin Jueming did not sleep all night, and on the second day, he ordered all the people in Shuofang City to leave the city and retreat to the Central Plains, in order to protect the innocent lives of the people.

But this move is to tell the soldiers.

Shuofang City may not be able to defend.

It didn't take long for rumors that someone had betrayed Bei Di in the city.

Rumors spread, and the precarious Shuo Fang was already precarious.

After that battle, Li Changtian survived.

Although he was injured, fortunately he did not lack arms or legs, and was luckier than most people.

On the day he retreated to Shuofang City, Li Changtian, who had always obeyed discipline, secretly left the main force, dug up the jar of wine that Wei Ji had buried, and brought it back to Shuofang City.

Wei just left.

Along with 60,000 soldiers, he was wrapped in horse leather, and with all his glory, he stayed at the border of Shuofang.

So far, no one called Li Changtian a disciple and patiently taught him how to ride a horse and shoot arrows.

It is not that Li Changtian has not experienced life and death.

On the contrary, he has experienced too many life and death.

But no matter how many times, Li Changtian felt heartbroken and heartbroken.

When he was in pain, Li Changtian originally wanted to drink the jar of wine left by Wei Ji.

But he touched the Bingdilian jade pendant on his neck and hid the wine without touching it.

On the seventh day of the defeat, Li Zhanfeng, who had walked through the gate of hell, woke up.

Qin Jueming immediately summoned Li Zhanfeng, Changsun Bo, and Li Changtian to discuss the next countermeasures.

In the camp, Li Zhanfeng, who was defeated, was still the irritable warrior with the scarred face.

But his eyes were clearly full of self-blame and guilt.

Qin Jueming did not mention defeat.

At this time, it is not only meaningless to mention defeat, but also a blow to the momentum.

Qin Jueming knew this.

"The capital has sent reinforcements to deliver food and grass, and they will arrive in Shuofang in seven days." Qin Jueming informed the three generals.

"Which general will lead the troops?" Zhangsun Bai asked.

Qin Jueming shook his head: "I don't know yet."

"Before the reinforcements arrive, we must guard the Shuofang, ahem, cough." Qin Jueming said and coughed, "You all lead your troops, pay more attention to prevent mutiny and rebellion, ahem, the city wall guards. We must also strengthen it, Bei Di is in power now, he will definitely pursue the victory, cough, cough..."

After only a few words, Qin Jueming coughed up blood.

"General Qin!" Zhangsun Bo asked anxiously, "Are you alright?"

Changsun Bo has followed Qin Jueming since he was in the army, and admires and respects him extremely. Now that Qin Jueming, who was a hero of the first generation, has become so ill, Changsun Bo feels more uncomfortable than anyone else.

But Qin Jueming couldn't collapse, and once he collapsed, Shuo Fang was really finished.

Qin Jueming waved his hand: "Let's come here today, Changtian, you stay here for a while."

Li Zhanfeng and Changsun Bai clasped their fists in salute and retired.

Only Qin Jueming and Li Changtian were left in the barracks.

Qin Jueming gathered up his clothes and sat down while coughing.

Li Changtian looked worried: "Master Qin, you..."

Qin Jueming waved his hand, he took a deep breath, stopped coughing, and said, "I'm sick, I thought I could last for seven or eight years, but who knows... Changtian, I'm leaving you for something important. Discuss with you..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Jueming suddenly fell silent.

His eyes fell on the candle on the table, and the drop of wax was terribly twisted.

Qin Jueming hesitated for a while, then continued: "Changtian, now Shuofang is in danger. The two generals other than you have different temperaments. Once Shuofang is broken, the Central Plains will really be at a critical juncture of life and death. I..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually became smaller, and he stopped speaking.

Li Changtian had never seen Qin Jueming like this.

In Li Changtian's impression, Qin Jueming carried mountains and rivers on his shoulders, and the wind of a general, even if he was ill, his eyes were still firm and his aura was arrogant, and no one could compare to him.

This is also the reason why they only have less than 40,000 remaining soldiers now, and Qin Jueming can still hold Shuofang City firmly, so that the Beidi people can no longer move forward.

But when he was talking to Li Changtian just now, Qin Jueming was very helpless.

There was even some guilt in his tone.

This made Li Changtian really confused.

Li Changtian said, "Lord Qin, if there is anything I can help you with, just ask!"

Qin Jueming raised his head and glanced at Li Changtian, but said, "Forget it, go and rest."

Although Li Changtian had doubts, he obeyed the order and got up to retire.

When the tent was no longer empty, Qin Jueming suddenly collapsed. He bent down and coughed violently, his throat was sweet and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth.

He was like a candle in the wind, dying.

Qin Jueming stood up strongly, moved to the bedside, and took out a picture scroll from under the pillow.

It was the portrait of Yan Ziqing sitting on the Taishi chair and holding the medical scriptures.

Qin Jueming unfolded the scroll and gently stroked the person on the painting with his hand. In a trance, he seemed to see Yan Ziqing hitting his head with a medical script when he was young.

Knock and talk.

"Early to bed and early to rise, clean and nourish the mind, strengthen the spleen and qi, nourish the stomach and benefit yin, long life and a hundred years old."

"Ziqing." Qin Jueming looked at the portrait and smiled bitterly, "I don't seem to be able to hold on anymore."

"How to protect this turbulent Central Plains, the people of Kyushu, this country and the world..."

In the days of waiting for reinforcements and sticking to Shuofang, Beidi repeatedly attacked the city, and the soldiers were exhausted and almost broke the city gate several times.

Last night, Bei Di attacked again at night, and Changsun Bai and Li Zhanfeng led troops to defend the city.

The battle was fierce, the frost was heavy, and the scarlet blood slowly dripped from the city wall.

The Beidi people became more and more brave in battle, but the soldiers in Shuofang City were all exhausted and collapsed, and there was a faint trend of defeat.

At a critical moment, Qin Jueming, dressed in black iron cold armor, holding a long sword, boarded the city gate, faced the cold wind, and personally led the soldiers to fight with the Beidi people.

The rising sun begins, the day comes, the red flag is broken, and the broken halberd is buried.

With Qin Jueming's encouragement and encouragement, Shuofang City was once again defended.

But everyone is thinking.

What about next time?

Can Shuo Fang hold it next time?

How many times can Qin Jueming go into battle with this sick body?

On the same day, Qin Jueming once again called Li Changtian into the tent alone.

The first sentence he said to Li Changtian was.

"Changtian, I have no other choice."

"I never thought I'd get this far."

That day, Qin Jueming and Li Changtian talked a lot.

He coughed every time he spoke, looking extremely painful.

But Qin Jueming finally finished speaking through gritted teeth.

Finally, he looked up at Li Changtian and said.

"You can refuse, and you don't need to feel burdened about it. If you don't want to, turn around and leave the tent, don't say anything, just pretend I never talked to you about this."

Li Changtian moved his body.

He was so dazed that he stumbled.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he stretched out his hand to hold the parallel jade plaque on his chest.

The edge of the jade card was a bit awkward, which made Li Changtian's palm hurt, and it also made him feel a little better.

Li Changtian suddenly remembered that in his previous life, when he was peacekeeping in the battlefield, he had seen a local child in a foreign country.

The child, who was only seven or eight years old, was curled up in the wreckage of the building after the shelling, covered in dust and mud.

Li Changtian went to protect him and wanted to take him to a safe area.

Probably because Li Changtian was carrying a gun, he screamed in fear.

Li Changtian managed to appease him, and asked him in a foreign language, "Where's your family?"

said the child.

"All dead."

He asked Li Changtian again.

"What did i do wrong?"

A seven or eight-year-old child asked Li Changtian what he had done wrong.

Li Changtian could not answer.

He thought of his own country, seven or eight-year-old children should be in the first grade, sitting in the classroom, shaking his head and reciting 'the family, the state, the world, and everything'.

At that time, Li Changtian suddenly wanted to go back.

Go back to the place where you have to fight with the stall owner for a cent or two to buy vegetables at the vegetable market.

Li Changtian knew how precious peace was and how precious it was, and he knew that it was worth his effort.

Li Changtian recovered from his memory, took a deep breath, and said firmly to Qin Jueming, "I will do this."

Qin Jueming was stunned for a moment, then with tears in his eyes, he bowed to Li Changtian.

Li Changtian hurriedly stepped forward and helped Qin Jueming up: "Master Qin, I should be the one to salute you."

Qin Jueming shook his head and choked up.

After Li Changtian left the tent, Qin Jueming took out the portrait of Yan Ziqing, unfolded it, looked at it with nostalgia, and then his hands trembled...

Burn the painting.

The smoke is smoky and choking.

After Qin Jueming finished burning the painting, a soldier suddenly came to report.

"Master Qin, the leading troop who escorted the grain and grass has arrived in Shuofang first! The general is among them!"

"What?" Qin Jueming hurriedly got up to meet him, "It was a few days sooner than I thought."

When he left the camp, he asked the soldier, "Who is the leader?"

"Master Qin, it's the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple of the Ministry of Punishment, Yan Shu, and Master Yan!"

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