dhibooks Chapter 38 He Wants Chapter to Meet His God
Chapter 38 He Wants Chapter to Meet His God
Chu Haozhi unfolded the note carefully, and carefully sandwiched it in the book.
Sitting at the table, studying ink and picking up a pen, thinking about what to write.
During this period of time, I was busy talking and had no time to think, but now I can't help worrying when I am free.
An only child who was supposed to enjoy life under the protection of his family, but had to go to the battlefield of swords and swords.
It was he who sent him to the battlefield with his own hands, forcing him to shoulder responsibilities that did not belong to his age.
Every time Chu Haozhi thought of this, his heart ached very much.
If Nan Cangming could not return safely, he might feel guilty for the rest of his life.
Spring will come again, but the spring of youth will not come again.
Chu Haozhi was always cold and didn't show his emotions very much, but at this moment he was afraid, afraid of regret.
After thinking for a long time, I dipped the ink and picked up the brush, and the elegant handwriting was smudged on the rice paper.
My heart follows the moonlight and writes about the center of the palace.
Nan Cangming waited so long for this reply that he finally gave up hope.
A person who is as elegant as Master, will be sought after no matter where he goes.
As the noble son of the Hou family, he was imprisoned in the deep palace as a hostage.
She was supposed to be riding a horse leaning against the inclined bridge, full of red-sleeve tricks, but she was suffering in the deep palace with her.
Master probably doesn't even want to recall it.
I have been pestering my master all these years, and after a long time, I even tried to pull that person into the mortal world.
After all, it was my own wishful thinking.
In the first few days, Nan Cangming would still ask An Qi with great anticipation.
From asking seven or eight times a day, to four or five times, to two or three times, to once.
Don't dare to ask now.
He can't afford to be disappointed anymore, isn't the answer obvious?
No answer is the best answer.
Dark Seven looked at the pain of the little master, but could do nothing.
These days, the little master trains tirelessly during the day, and worries himself alone at night.
He is still just a young man, even as an excellent killer, Dark Seven can't help feeling sorry for his little master.
He really wanted to ask the palace lord why he didn't reply, but he couldn't.
As a subordinate, it is disrespectful to question the Palace Master.
The atmosphere in the barracks was oppressive, and no one dared to make any noise.
Even Xiao Yan, who is quite appreciated by Nancangming, who is lively and active on weekdays, is well-behaved and dare not be presumptuous in the slightest.
Not to mention the soldiers in the barracks, each of them was silent, and even the sound of breathing became lighter.
The third Nanman prince at the gate of the camp had been pecked by vultures until only a skeleton remained.
Everyone is afraid of encountering the bad luck of Nancangming at this time.
"The Southern Barbarians are coming!"
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and a group of soldiers ran quickly to the military tent.
He hurriedly saluted outside the military tent: "Report Your Highness, General, the Southern Barbarians are coming!"
Nan Cangming quickly lifted the curtain, tapped his feet, and jumped onto the high platform.
Looking from a distance, a group of cavalry wearing black armor and holding spears and blades galloped from a distance, with a strong murderous look and dust flying.
Zhengchou had no place to vent, so you came to your door instead, that's great.
Nan Cangming's eyes were full of coldness, he jumped on the horse and led the generals to fight.
A deafening sound of horseshoes came from far and near, causing the ground to tremble violently.
All the generals looked up, and a group of people appeared at the end of the distance.
The banners fluttered, stretching for thousands of miles, fluttering in the wind under the sky, as if showing off and ostentatiously.
The shiny armor shone with a dazzling luster, and every sword had a cold light.
The horseshoes made a heavy rumbling sound, and the black army was like a flood breaking a bank, advancing with a destructive momentum.
The dust that was raised was billowing and surging, hitting like a sea tide, which was daunting.
Many generals felt uneasy, and it must be a life-threatening battle.
"General, the enemy is coming fiercely, why don't we retreat first!" A lieutenant suggested in a low voice.
Nan Cangming drew his sword without hesitation, beheading the lieutenant general under his horse:
"Those who dare to retreat without a fight will be decisive!"
Standing among the generals was a young man who had not reached the weak crown. His handsome face was set off by his silver armor, and he was fierce and domineering in his sternness.
His cold eyes scanned the generals:
"My husband, Xu Guo, is truly a blessing.
Everyone in the country is like this, how dare the southern barbarians commit crimes? "
All the generals lowered their heads one after another. They are soldiers of Nanchen, not cowards.
The Southern Barbarian Army was approaching, no matter what, they had to fight with it.
Xie Anzhi was the first to shout, "Fight!"
Xiao Yan then shouted: "Xiao Yan is willing to fight to the death for His Highness!"
"We are willing to fight against the enemy together with His Highness!" The other generals also shouted.
"kill!"
Accompanied by the sound of beating drums and shouts of charging, a sharp arrow whizzed past the ears like rain.
The swords collided, and there was an endless clanging sound, accompanied by screams, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Arrows flew by like a rainstorm, piercing through the battle armor uniform, and the splashed blood was scattered in the air, and there was a rain of blood all over the sky.
The heads of the soldiers rolled to the ground in a mess, and there were broken limbs and arms everywhere.
Pairs of blood-red eyes were full of bloodthirsty light, flashing on the ferocious face, and the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger in the air.
The soldiers rushed forward with bloodstained faces, and their eyes showed the tenacity and determination of a fight to the death. They kept waving their bloody blades, and repeatedly slashed and slashed mechanically.
A large number of soldiers fell in a pool of blood, stepping on the corpses behind them.
The sound of fighting and the clanging of swords and swords resounded through the heaven and earth, and there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, making one's bones shudder.
Nan Cangming stood directly in front of the army, surrounded by countless corpses.
The armor on his body was already riddled with holes, and blood stained the silver armor red, dripping down the armor.
But he didn't care, with a murderous look on his face.
Holding a soft sword in his hand, his gaze is like a torch.
The Southern Barbarian Army's offensive became more and more fierce, and the Twelve Nether Guards had already appeared to join the battle.
Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, even if they are the top killers in Jianghu, they are helpless in the face of such a huge army.
Six of the Twelve Nether Guards were killed, and the remaining six were also seriously injured, but no one flinched.
Their order is to protect the little master, and if the little master is not around, they are afraid that they will not be able to go back.
Drunk lying in the battlefield, Lord Grim, a few people have fought back in ancient times.
Watching the hidden guards around him fall down one by one, a gloomy look flashed across Nan Cangming's eyes.
They are all elites cultivated by Master.
But now, more than half of them were killed or injured because of me, how could I see my master.
Nan Cangming felt powerless for a while, leaving only grief and indignation.
Do you want to die on the battlefield today?
No, he cannot fall.
He didn't want to die on this dirty battlefield.
He wants to live, he wants to go back to meet his god.
The battle lasted from noon to dusk.
As the night fell, a group of crows excitedly pecked at the bones, and after they were satisfied, they flapped their wings and flew away happily.
In the distance, several bony wild dogs were tearing each other's amputated limbs.
The air is filled with a fishy smell, as well as the smell of burnt meat when burning, accompanied by gunpowder smoke that has not yet dissipated.
The chariot fell to pieces on the grass, and the crackling sound of the unburned wood was like a sad song.
The flag symbolizing glory was soaked in the bloody beach, trampled by countless people, and its original appearance could no longer be seen.
There are piled corpses everywhere, like hills, stretching endlessly.
Vultures are circling in the sky, and wild dogs are feasting.
War in the south of the city, dead in the north of Guo, and the wild dead can be eaten without being buried.
Attack in the morning, return at night!
Horseshoes like rain, shouts like thunder, blood like injection.
The white hair of a loving mother in the Central Plains, the distant view of a spring girl in the south of the Yangtze River, and the crying of a child in Hunan at night.
The farewell under the shade of the willows in the hometown, the general's angry eyes when he roared, the military flag after throwing away his helmet and armor.
Following a puff of smoke, another puff of smoke, they all drifted away.
Nan Cangming was so tired that he fell directly beside the chariot. The armor on his body was already worn out, and there were several broken arrows stuck in it.
Even under the setting sun, the armor was dim, not as dazzling as before.
Nan Cangming slowly closed his eyes, and seemed to see an elegant figure walking towards him in a haze, he tried hard to see clearly, but his eyelids were heavy.
No, he is not reconciled, he wants to go back to meet his god.