Drag and cry all the way.


    The red blood was dragged in front of Tang Hao and pushed to the ground.


    The wailing figure curled up on the ground with his arms, bent up and looked at Tang Hao.


    Bean sized beads of sweat fell into the soil along his forehead. His bloody cheeks showed a ferocity. He struggled to get up on his knees and squeezed out a hoarse and intermittent voice from his throat.


    "You... You are Tang Hao?"


    Bang.


    Chumo, who is next to Chumo, kicks him on the cheek, which is suffering from severe pain.


    Subconsciously support the fallen body, but unexpectedly, the severed arm was heavily pestled on the ground.


    Blood rushed out again from the broken wrist, only let the fallen figure retract like an electric shock, and his cheeks fell down again.


    There was blood flowing out along the silent howling corners of his mouth, and his red cheeks were more ferocious. Huizhen almost fainted in the pain of gouging out his heart.


    A loud cry came down from the air above.


    "Shut up!"


    "Shut the fuck up before I ask you!"


    Huizhen twisted his body in the blood soaked soil, and the iron man was tortured by the wound, squeezed out tears, spit out the broken teeth in his mouth, and gasped heavily.


    "Kill me... Kill me."


    The scream that I wanted to make turned in the throat of Hu Lun. When I said it again, it was like a glass scraped on sandpaper, just like a hoarse low howl.


    Tang Hao, with scarlet eyes, looked at the sleeping figure in his arms and said in a low voice.


    "Why are you pulling here?"


    "Cut it off and hang your head on the tree."


    "The body is left to accompany brother Wutong..."


    Before the burial word was exported, Tang Hao''s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had found something strange.


    Normally speaking, the arrow passes through the chest, either dead or injured.


    When Wu Tong was helped up by himself, the figure had no trace of struggle, nor even any sign of dying, but it was really like falling asleep.


    Thinking of this, Tang Hao''s eyes moved to the chest where Wu Tong was shot.


    No spilled blood


    Without thinking, he put his finger under Wu Tong''s nose, and the calm breath flowed on his knuckles.


    "Damn it! Pretend to be dead!"


    Pop.


    A slap on Wu Tong''s face, Tang Hao wiped away the tears on his face and grinned.


    "Water!"


    "Bring water!"


    ……


    In cloudy weather, the night seems to come very early.


    When night fell, a horse went to the city for routine inspection. The taxi soldier saw the figure lying on the horse''s back from a distance and drank hard.


    "Who goes to town?"


    The merchant who pulled the ox cart turned his head and looked curiously.


    The horse''s hooves were gradually clattering, and a passing woman covered her mouth and exclaimed.


    "Ah ~ there''s blood! Killed!"


    When the alarm sounded, the merchants and farmers who hurried home looked at it one after another.


    The messy hair was buried in the horse''s mane and his face could not be seen clearly. The dried blood stains are crisscrossed and covered with broken clothes and armor. The broken arm hanging on the side of the horse''s back oozed red blood, which looked even more frightening.


    The soldier pressed down the handle, clenched his palms and leaned over cautiously.


    Changge poked out half a foot away, pointed to the figure on the horse''s back and shouted.


    "Who!"


    Some soldiers recognized from the incomplete armor that it was the dress of Koguryo soldiers, pulled away the spear and pulled up the figure.


    The next moment.


    The blood stained face came into view, and the soldier''s face turned pale in an instant.


    "Longevity general!"


    As soon as he said this, the people around him were stunned. Many people covered their mouths with an incredible look.


    Just the day before, the army passed by the city. In a short day, as the commander-in-chief, he extended his life, but he was wounded and dragged his broken arm back to the city.


    Holding the figure of the soldier, he hissed loudly at the soldier who was stunned.


    "Come and help!"


    "Doctor, go to the inn in the city and find the best doctor!"


    In an instant, the whole outside the city completely exploded.


    Some are busy running to the city to inform the local assassin, some go to the city to search for a doctor, some are busy helping the figure, and some tear off their clothes to wrap up their bloody shoulders.


    The onlookers were all looking at the bloody figures and pointing.


    "Oh! Why is this? It''s only a short day. How can it be like this?"


    "No! Won''t you lose the war? Then... Won''t the soldiers of Datang fight soon?"


    "Only one day, only one day! These soldiers of the Tang Dynasty are too terrible! Run, run!"


    Among the crowd of onlookers, some people took up the burden and ran away towards their houses.


    Carefully lifted down the figure on the horse''s back, and all the soldiers saw the cheek polluted by blood. The cut on the cheek slipped by the sword was stained with a fine horse mane. There was a normal dignified atmosphere, which was completely the appearance of a dying man.


    "What should I do...?"


    A soldier murmured.


    Everyone was very clear. Asking this was not asking the general where to go, but their own way next!


    Although Yanshou is not as brave as Mudong Jiao, after all, he is a brave general with more force than all of them.


    Even a coach is like this now? What will happen to his soldiers?


    Many soldiers here feel cold at the thought.