One Piece of Song Dynasty

After drinking the water, Yang Yizhong returned the water bag to the soldier and said, "What is your name, my soldier?"

The soldier said with tears in his eyes: "My name is Zhao Chun. General, all your soldiers have died in the battle."

Yang Yizhong's heart suddenly tightened. Those soldiers were all veterans who had been following him for many years since Hedong. Although they had a master-servant relationship for many years, they were actually almost like a family. Now they have all fallen. How could this not make Yang Yi feel heartbroken.

So Yang Yizhong ignored the pain, struggled and limped towards the place where the corpses were gathered, and sure enough he found his own soldiers among a pile of corpses.

However, one soldier has not died yet. In the fierce battle just now, this soldier was on his own. He was hit with several knives and several shots. However, with his armor, his injuries were not serious. However, just now, a piece of artillery stone But it hit his lower body and knocked the soldier down against the city wall. His entire lower body was now covered in blood and flesh, and he looked like he was about to die.

The soldier's eyes were already a little distracted. When Yang Yizhong grabbed his hand, the soldier's spirit became better again. His eyes gradually focused on Yang Yizhong's face. He saw that Yang Yizhong was still alive. A happy smile actually appeared on the face covered with blood.

"The general's subordinates can no longer accompany you. You must take care of yourself. Madam, madam, we are still waiting for you to go back." Yang Yizhong held the soldier's head in his arms, and the soldier's mouth was filled with tears. With blood foaming on his face, he said intermittently to Yang Yizhong.

"No, you won't die. I won't let you die. Just hold on to me. The Golden Thief will be defeated. I believe they will be defeated soon. Reinforcements will definitely come. Trust me, you can survive. We will go back to Hedong together." You are not allowed to die in your hometown. I order you not to die. I heard that there is no medical officer. Why don't you see a medical officer come up?" Yang Yizhong held the guard's head and roared loudly.

"The medical officer came up just now to rescue the wounded, but he was also shot to death by the gold thief's arrows. There were too many wounded and he could not be saved," Zhao Chun replied crying, standing behind Yang Yizhong.

"No, I can't. General, please take care. I, I hurt. This time, I can't listen to you. Help, help, help me. Let me go. It hurts so much that I can't stand it." The guard lay in Yang Yizhong's arms and groaned. He begged with difficulty.

Yang Yizhong took a look at the injuries of the personal guard. His lower body was almost smashed by artillery stones. The bones and stubble had exposed the rotten flesh. It was pale and stained with blood. His wounds almost stopped bleeding. There was a large pool of blood under his body, and his whole body was shaking and twitching in pain. Yang Yizhong and many people around him cried.

Everyone knew that the personal guard was hopeless. Instead of letting him slowly die of pain, it would be better to give him a ride and end his pain as soon as possible.

Yang Yizhong burst into tears, nodded vigorously, gently untied the breastplate of the guard, picked up his Damascus knife from the ground, and slowly pointed the tip of the knife at the guard's heart. .

The guard looked at Yang Yizhong with joy, and was speechless. He kept looking at Yang Yizhong with pleading eyes, as if begging Yang Yizhong to end his pain quickly.

Yang Yizhong's hot tears continued to flow down his cheeks, he closed his eyes in pain, and with a strong force on his wrist, the tip of the knife pierced into the chest of the guard.

The guard's body twitched violently, and the body lying in Yang Yizhong's arms quickly softened. Yang Yi's center was twitching with pain. He opened his eyes and saw that the guard's eyes were still slightly open. As if with a trace of reluctance, a trace of relief, and a trace of expectation, he hugged the guard's body tightly, and his shoulders began to shrug violently.

The officers and soldiers in the city all burst into tears. In their opinion, the guard was lucky. He was lucky to die in the arms of the people closest to him. He was luckier than anyone else. Many people died in battle. , it is impossible to have such an opportunity.

After Yang Yizhong cried for a while, he suppressed the pain in his heart, slowly closed his eyes for the guard, and said softly to the guard: "Brother, you have a good journey, I Yang Yizhong will never forget it. your"

"I, Yang Yizhong, will never forget any of the soldiers who followed me and shed their blood. As long as there is one of us here, Luzhou City will not be captured by the gold thieves. If you have the ability to Jin Wushu, just come over and I will wait." Your army and ours will win, and the prince will win." After Yang Yizhong put down Erhu's body, he suddenly stood up and raised his sword to the sky with all his strength.

"Long live your lord, our army will win." Countless people roared in unison on the top of the city. This voice was shouted throughout Luzhou City from near to far, and spread throughout Luzhou like thunder. Inside and outside the city, even Jin Wushu outside the city faintly heard the roar coming from the city.

After saying that, Yang Yizhong took the lead and sang: "Wolf smoke rises, the mountains and rivers look north. The dragon rises and curls up, the horse neighs, the sword energy is like frost. The heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River. Who can resist in twenty years?" The hatred is crazy, and the long sword is directed at it. How many loyal souls of brothers and feet are buried in a foreign country. How can I regret dying a hundred times to serve my family and country? I can't bear to sigh and feel speechless with blood and tears in my eyes. When the horse's hooves go south, people look north. When people look north, the grass is green and the yellow dust is flying. I I am willing to defend my land and reopen my borders, and the dignified China will want to congratulate me from all over the world."

When the song of loyal service to the country sounded, all the Song soldiers on the city wall, whether they were standing or lying down, as long as they were still alive, all sang along in unison, and even the wounded stopped their moans. , and they sang together. The soldiers and generals guarding the city wall used their guns to hit the blood-stained city bricks under their feet. The swordsmen and shield players tapped their shields with their swords and beat the time.

The singing replaced the roar, and once again rolled over Luzhou City, spreading in all directions. The wounded lying in the wounded barracks also struggled to sit up. As long as the lightly wounded could walk, they all stood up. They got up, supported each other and sang loudly, while slowly moving out of the wounded barracks, rummaging through the pile of armor piled on the ground outside, looking for armor, helping each other put it on, and then picked it up on the ground. They took out their weapons and supported each other towards the city wall.

More wounded men struggled to stand up, walked out of the wounded barracks, picked up their weapons, and followed the wounded men in front towards the city wall.

The medical officers of the wounded barracks silently made way for them. No one made a sound, silently watching the staggering wounded walk past them, while those who could not stand up were lying on the hospital bed. On the ground, they watched their robes walk out of the wounded barracks, singing loudly with all their strength. Some even had blood coming out of their mouths and coughed violently, but they refused to stop singing.

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