what a good man

The unity of the soldiers, they did not disgrace their mission, held their positions for many days, and finally won more with less, buying time for the army to retreat.Long Yuan was seriously injured in the war, and died of his wounds on the way to escape. Before he died, he gave the tiger amulet to Long Qie.

"This is the military spirit of Chu State."

"Yes, I know." He nodded, and promised with tears in his eyes, "The last general, Long Qi, swears to protect the soul of Chu's army to the death."

—in the name of a man again.

He knew he would never miss an appointment again.

The last thing Long Yuan said to him was: "Xiaolong, father is leaving first."

Just like many, many years ago, when Long Yuan went out to relax, he also said to him so gently: "Xiaolong, dad has gone out."

At that time, he could still reply obediently: "Okay."

Daddy will come back soon... But this time, Daddy will never come back again.

Long Yuan died with a smile, and Long Qi couldn't cry.

He thought of himself crying all the time, and suddenly felt useless.

Big drops of tears rolled down into the ground, pouring out the sadness one after another, as well as the perseverance of the youth.

He was only a teenager, and he had already shouldered the important task of commanding the entire Tenglong Legion.He led the remaining soldiers of the Tenglong Legion, went all the way, concealed their names, endured the humiliation, and finally came to Sanghai.

It's not that he didn't doubt his ability, but once he had this thought, he immediately gave himself confidence: Xiaolong, you are the best.

The most powerful is not the young master, but me, Long Qi!

He touched his face and found that the smile was stiff and forced.

Waiting is a long despair, but in this long process, there is hope.

They occupy the mountains and become kings in Songhai.He allowed his soldiers to act mischievously, but never allowed them to lose their faith in the restoration of the country.

Once a young soldier complained: "When are we going to wait? Young Master, they won't come, the Tenglong Legion has been abandoned."

He was very annoyed when he heard this, and for the first time in his life, he did something to one of his own people.

"Even if you wait until you die, you have to wait for me." He said angrily, "Whoever dares to say such a thing again will never be forgiven lightly."

In fact, he has no bottom in his heart.

In addition to waiting every day, or waiting, there is only waiting.

He has been waiting for a long time, he has been waiting for a long time, but he doesn't know how long he will have to wait before the person he is waiting for can come.

Winter goes to spring, year after year.

On a sunny day, he walked alone in the forest of Songhai.

There is a bamboo forest, because of the spring rain last night, a lot of bamboo shoots grew.

He squatted down and looked at the bamboo shoots on the ground seriously.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.Bamboo knows that joint growth is very painful.

He also grew up all of a sudden, he understands how painful it is.

He met Chu Nangong, the number one sage in Chu.Chu Nangong said to him in an old but firm voice: "Although there are three families in Chu, if Qin dies, Chu must die."

He was not surprised, a bright smile appeared on his lips: "I understand."

The death of Qin must be Chu.

It must be Chu!

He began the long wait again.

Often he would think of someone, someone he had met once.Her face became clearer day by day in the past three years, and he remembered all the things he thought he had forgotten long ago.

The mood of wanting to be with that person suddenly became clear again.

She broke into his life suddenly and woke him up from a nightmare, so she will definitely appear this time, and he firmly believes it.

That day, he took a bath in the river, and the river water only reached his waist, but there was pain in his heart.

If all the rivers in this world were this deep, then his mother and younger sister would not have died.

She did appear.More embarrassing than it was a few years ago.

"Normal, the water in this river is only up to your waist."

She always appeared suddenly, but just right.

For the first time in three years, he smiled so happily, so joyously.

He has two wishes, one is to find his young master, who died in Qin and Chuchu; the other is to stay away from the nightmare with her.

In the war of gold and iron horses, such a wish is considered a luxury, but he never gave up.

After all the hardships, he was with her, but she was not happy.

She pretended to be someone else in her heart, and the child in her belly belonged to someone else.

He closed his eyes and muttered to the sky: "Everything will be fine."

He can wait, he is willing to wait.

He watched her hug and cry with others, watched her go out to pray for others, watched her sigh silently again and again, he was still willing to wait.

In spring, he plucked the most beautiful peach blossoms for her.

In summer, he brought her good wine in the city.

In autumn, he helped her pray for the characters of peace.

In winter, he managed to save the man she loved.

He gave her four seasons and was willing to give her reincarnation.

Heart and lungs, unswerving.

But she still doesn't love him.

This is the great tragedy of life.

Even her child fell in love with him—the child he had raised and should be his.

He had promised to treat the child as if he were his own, and he did.

Because of her, he was suspected by the king.

The brothers who grew up together, his young master, his king, his beliefs—doubt him.

He didn't even know what else he could lose for her, what was left of him?

If I have it, you can take it all, he thought.

For Fan Zeng's death, she was more or less responsible, and she was silent and silent. He was even irritated by the gossip among the soldiers, and pointed a cold spear at her to make her tell the truth ——At that moment, he regretted it.

At the moment of his death, he still regretted it.

You have been wronged so much by Zhang Liang and shed all your tears, why should I make you suffer?

Why didn't even I trust you?Why do you still have to be imprisoned by me in a dark dungeon after you lose all your martial arts?

In the years that followed, he tried every means to make up for her, but her smile couldn't reach his eyes—no matter how much he cared, there was already a gap between them.

At the moment when he was defeated by Han Xin, he regretted not listening to her dissuasion, and regretting his ability for a while.The river was freezing cold in winter, and she passed out in his arms.

He went through all kinds of hardships, exhausted all his internal energy, and brought her ashore——and then faced the thousands of enemy troops alone.

Guan Ying rode on the horse, triumphantly: "Capture the dragon and still not surrender?"

"I am General Longqie of Chu State. I would rather die in battle than surrender."

He is a dragon, and he has been a soldier and horse all his life, and he has lived up to Western Chu and the king.

Han Xin shook his head and lowered his eyes.

"Archer, let go!"

The off-string arrow feathers flew towards him from all directions, and all of them shot into his body.He had already exhausted his strength in the water, he had never been able to swim, and if it wasn't for her, he might not even be able to get ashore.

Blood dripped down the armor to the ground, one drop, one drop, one drop...

The wind gradually picked up, he even felt a dull pain in breathing, he felt that the speed of life was passing faster and faster, but the corners of his raised lips remained unchanged, his eyes looked at her face tenderly, as if he wanted to touch her one by one. Carve it into my heart every day, and never forget it for life and life.

Time seemed to stand still again, and everyone was looking at him.

Looking at him, desperately supporting his crumbling body, hugging the love of his life, protecting her well.

He bent down, wanting to touch her hair habitually, imagining gently combing her hair to make it soft as before.

He wanted to stay by her side for the rest of his life, to accompany her to see the city from the blooming flowers to the city full of snow, to eat sweets and cakes and drink soju with her, and to grow up with her without any doubt.

It would be great if the days could flow like this.His vision gradually became hazy, and he could only see a vague figure.

At the last moment of his life, he found that he couldn't let her go at all.

He moved the corners of his lips and murmured, "It hurts... Take care."

He only said three words, to her, but also to himself.

In a daze, he thought of the year when he first came to Sanghai, in the spring, he saw a flower blooming enthusiastically, so brilliant that people couldn't take their eyes off for a moment.

Only later did he know that it was not his flower, he just passed her in full bloom.

Many years later, the soldiers who personally participated in the Battle of Weishui were old. When they talked about that war, what impressed them most was not King Han Xin of Qi, nor Guan Ying, the Taiwei, but the young dragon And general.

When they talk about him, they will still sigh with emotion and sigh, and they will never forget that scene, such a magnificent young man, with a lifetime of pride and glory, drowned by the rolling Weishui River.

old age

Many people said they would accompany me, but they all left later.

"……haven't seen you for a long time."

He handed over a bowl of medicine.

Neither cold nor hot, I drank it all in one gulp, the taste was not good, but I am not afraid of the bitterness of the medicine.

I also know that good medicine tastes bitter.

"Where is Longqi?" I wiped the corner of my mouth and put the medicine bowl back into his hand.

"Ah Zhen, you slept for ten days." Zhang Liang said softly.

"... ten days."

"I thought you wouldn't wake up."

He lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the teacup in his hand, and his long eyelashes shook two leaves of light on his face.

For a long time he said word by word: "General Long, you will die in battle and not surrender."

I laughed twice and said, "Zhang Liang, we are old acquaintances, stop joking."

I wanted to find a trace of a joke on his face, but his eyes fell silent.

My forced composure gradually peeled off under his black and white eyes.

Do not surrender?

Do not surrender!

It's like something's booming in my head