Drunk King and Minister

Chen Qian knew in her heart that the soldier pretending to be him would definitely die.

Seeing that Chen Qian had finally put on his armor, the soldier kneeling on the ground breathed a sigh of relief, with a hint of joy on his face. Hearing Chen Qian's question, he also looked at the direction in which his colleagues were leaving.

He gradually straightened his face and turned his head.

"We all have the same name, the Third Iron Guard!"

Several other people kneeling on the ground echoed:

"I swear to the death that I will not surrender!"

"I will defend the general to the death!"

"I will swear allegiance to the general to the death!"

Chen Family's Third Iron Guard...

The iron armor he brought out with one hand is the army that he trusts and reassures the most.

Exists because of him, absolutely obeys his orders, belongs to him, Chen Qian, and only belongs to his Chen Qian's army!

15 years.

From the south of Hebei to the north of Hebei, from Dongling to Xiling, from Jiankang to Wuxing, from Xuzhou to Changcheng County, from Changcheng County to Wuxing, he has survived countless dangers, is he going to die with him this time? In this state city? !

If he died, what would happen to them in Wuxing City, Ye City, and Kuaiji City? !

Captured by the enemy?strangle?Or was he suppressed by his uncle?

Chen Qian only felt a surge in her heart.

He doesn't allow it!He will never allow it! !Never allow it! ! !

"Okay!" Chen Qian's voice was calm and powerful, his fingers were no longer trembling, and the armor on his body was no longer heavy.

Even though life and death are still uncertain, he has the courage to fight till the end.

"Break out!" Chen Qian's face was calm, and the blood on her face could no longer tell whether it was the enemy's or her own.

The territory of Zhoucheng is very small, but it seems so close to the world tonight.

The guards around Chen Qian fell down one after another. Although the men who put on his armor had already attracted most of the troops to go to the other side of the state city, the [-] guards were too much compared to the few left around him. too much.

Chen Qian's provocative force pierced through the chests of the two who were attacking, and the steel knife in her left hand danced so fast that it was impossible to get close.

Two more guards fell down, almost at the moment they fell down, their heads were cut off by the rushing enemy soldiers for future rewards.

The enemy's flag almost covered the whole world, and the flying arrows shot and killed people one after another.

Chen Qian's silver spear was nowhere to be found, and it was unknown who it was left in. He swung the knife in his hand with all his might, slashing and killing the enemies who rushed forward one after another.

There was only one guard left beside him, his body was full of arrows, and he was still struggling to protect his back.

Chen Qian's knife was almost unable to swing, and he didn't know where he was injured.Even though he never knew what pain was, he could clearly feel the increasingly heavy limbs.

"General." The guard supported his crumbling body with his sword, "After the subordinate is dead, cover the general and go there!"

Chen Qian glanced at the dilapidated courtyard not far in front of her eyes, and listened to the faint shouts of killing and arrest in the distance.

He had never hated his own powerlessness so much.

The only thing he can do is to remember the appearance of everyone who tried their best to protect him, remember the engraved hatred every time he can only watch them die in front of him, and remember the blood-colored people on the black sky. Wanyue, remember this scarlet land that was soaked with the blood of his Chen family's iron guards...

Chen Qian glanced at the last guard very slowly.

"Shengjie Guixiong, Chen Jiaerlang..." He murmured in a low voice, and finally turned his head away, never looking back again.

This courtyard seems to have been dilapidated not long ago, although the gray tiles and paint blocks on the wall have peeled off, but the door is still intact.

The blood-stained knife was propped on the ground, and the tall body shook twice, but still couldn't hold it up, and slowly sat in a pile of utility rooms.

He tried his best.

He didn't need to check his injuries to know that the arrow wound would never be less, and the knife wound would never be less serious.He could feel the blood still oozing from his arms and abdomen, he could feel the icy coldness of the sharp blade in his flesh, and he could feel the weight of his body as if it was weighing a thousand catties.

"Kang Dang!" The steel knife in his hand fell to the ground, and a few drops of blood splashed on the blue tiles, whether it was his or the knife.

Chen Qian smiled bitterly twice, the laughter was so deep and hoarse that he was stunned for two minutes.

If God let him die here, then he would not live such a short time in his lifetime.

I can only hate that I can't teach Yao'er to grow up, I can only hate that I can't protect the safety and health of my family with my own hands, it's a pity that so many ambitions have not been realized.

Chen Qian raised her hand slowly, and took out a piece from her chest, but it was the unicorn soldier talisman carved in mahogany. He wanted to hold the unicorn with all his strength, but he couldn't control his hand no matter what.

It's just hateful, he is still too cowardly.

In fact, he has never really mustered up the courage to face his feelings for Han Zigao.

He had had so many opportunities, so many times, he could hold him in his arms, but he forcibly blew them away in one breath.

He was wrong.

Perhaps from the first time I saw Zigao, this person was special to me.He can always have special patience, special interest, and special tolerance for him.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

He had convinced himself over and over again that he only did so many crazy things to Zigao when he was stationed in Changcheng County for three months.He had also convinced himself over and over again that he was only temporarily guilty of the confusion that every man would commit, and he was only temporarily fascinated by Zi Gao Wushuang's appearance...

But every persuasion is nothing but self-deception.

He clearly misses him, misses him, and loves him.

Even if I made what I thought was the right choice, the regret deep in my heart that I dare not touch never faded away.

Since the scene of the dream that night, his attitude and actions towards Han Zigao have been tossing and turning, and the feeling of hatred, sigh, and regret is something he has never had before. It's not clear what exactly he wants.

He should have understood earlier that this kind of capriciousness, tossing and turning, involuntary, is the word "love".

Chen Qian "coughed" a few times, his mouth was full of bloody smell, and a drop of blood fell from the corner of his mouth, dripping on the unicorn in his hand.

The author has something to say:

Today is Nanjing Massacre Memorial Day.

The rise and fall of a country is everyone's responsibility, don't forget the national humiliation.