Mountains in the distance, near the wall, white snow ridges, the black and white earth, and the quiet Yellow River in the distance. In the summer village, people looked out through the camp wall, and everyone was silent at this scene. There were probably some prisoners

There were more than a thousand people, and the scene was extremely desolate. Their generals were the ones hanging in front of the camp. In such weather, if they were stripped naked and hung here, they would die soon, and the waves from below continued.

The whipping was just to increase the severity of the situation. There is no doubt that these more than a thousand prisoners will be driven to attack the city soon.

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On the snowy field ten miles away from Xia Village.

The horse is dead.

The old man walked on the snow, one of his arms was bleeding and shaking.

There were a lot of dead people along the way from here, and the blood dyed the originally white field red. The further we went, the more and more dead people became.

Finally, he reached the place where he had fought with the resentful army before. Corpses were spread out among the mountains and snowy valleys. There were no living people, even those who were seriously injured. They had already frozen to death here. They were like this,

was left behind forever.

"ah……"

The old man opened his mouth, and a meaningless sound came out from his throat. It was tragic and desolate. Troops without blood cannot defeat the opponent. With blood, it seems that when people can see a glimmer of hope, they are still so cold and powerless. The most ironic thing is

What's surprising is that, even to the end of the fight, he was still not dead...

Oh my god...but what can we do to save this situation...

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Bianliang City. It's already dark, but the fierce battle is still going on.

The city wall was broken, and Shishi ran in the light and shadow of the bonfire, holding a herbal bag, preparing to take refuge. There were sounds of killing all around.

"Senior Sister..." A faint voice came from the side. However, the voice became louder, and someone ran over to hold her hand, so Master turned around.

He Leier.

She was still wearing colorful clothes that were not suitable for the battlefield. She didn't know why no one had kicked her out until now. Maybe it was because the battle was too fierce and the battlefield was too chaotic. But no matter what, her face had turned pale.

Much more haggard.

"You..." Shishi was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly sharpened, "Let's go quickly!"

She frowned, turned around and left. He Leer followed and tried to hold her arm: "Sister Senior... what's wrong... what's wrong... Senior Sister, I haven't seen him yet!"

"You can't see him anymore! If you stop here again, you won't be able to see him! He Leer, do you know what's going on now? Do you know what you are doing - here! Here!

Dead man! Do you know what's going on, dead man? You know your general! He will take you away, right! Do you think about anything-"

After some entanglement, Shishi had no choice but to hold her hand and run. However, after a moment, He Leer's hand sank, and Shishi pulled her hard: "Are you still leaving-"

They took a few more steps, and He Leer may have said, "No..." When Shishi looked back at her, He Leer fell to the ground.

An arrow shot from the side and penetrated her lower abdomen, and blood was flowing out. He Leer seemed to be frightened, and she touched the blood with one hand: "Senior Sister, Senior Sister..."

She lay down on the ground.

Shishi was used to seeing all kinds of injuries in the past few days. He squatted down almost subconsciously and reached out to touch the wound. Although he had said a lot before, he no longer felt anything: "You, you lie down, it's okay.

, It's okay, it may not be okay..." She reached out to tear off the other person's clothes, then looked for scissors from her arms and spoke calmly.

"Senior Sister, no...I'm not..."

"Don't think about other things first, Lei'er..."

"I want to find him. I want to see him again to see if he doesn't like me anymore..."

"Lei'er! Don't think so much, Xue Changgong is still here..."

"I have a child..."

"I'll try to stop your bleeding first..."

When she said this, there was a buzz in her head, and she turned to look at He Leer: "What?" At this moment, the thoughts in Shishi's mind were messy. The first thing she thought of was, "Whose is it?"

"Child", however, even in Fanlou, non-housekeepers will not pick up guests casually. Even if they pick up guests, there are enough ways to prevent themselves from getting pregnant. More things, at this time

It hit her mind so hard that she couldn't digest it.

"It's his child. I want to have his child. It's really his..." He Leer smiled, "Senior Sister, I'm just telling you, don't tell him..."

Above the battle formation, the situation was chaotic. For several months, the capital city had also been in a tense situation. The soldiers suddenly became popular. For a pair like He Leier and Xue Changgong, it should only be said that they got together because of the current situation.

, This is how it should be. The master knows this very well. This stupid woman, who does not know the current affairs and the importance, dares to come here with cakes in such a battle situation. Is she brave or stupid?

At this moment, she didn't know why, but she couldn't understand anything. He Lei'er found her in Fan Tower earlier, and when he talked about it, she thought to herself: "If you want to find him, go to the battlefield." But.

She said: I have his child...

She had a child, but he didn't come to see her. She wanted to go to the battlefield to find him, but she already had a child. She wanted her to help look for him, but she said: Go on your own.

So she came...

Senior sister, I'm just telling you, don't tell him...

The blood flowing from his lower abdomen stuck to his hands.

My thoughts seemed to be stuck.

Shishi has been helping in such a battlefield for many days. She has seen all kinds of desolate ways of death and heard the screams of many wounded people. She has adapted to all this. Even Cen Qingqing's hands were cut off like that.

The tragedy appeared in front of her, and she could calmly bandage him up and take him back to Fanlou for treatment. But at this moment, something finally came up and was out of control.

"ah……"

She knelt there, opened her mouth wide, and let out a cry. After a long time, the sadness that had accumulated in her heart for many days finally broke out.

"ah--"

Not far away, Xue Changgong was holding a long knife and leading a few subordinates as he passed by. He glanced this way and then took two steps this way. He recognized the flowery skirt on the ground. He could also recognize the flowery skirt kneeling next to it and loudly shouting.

The crying woman. His eyes and Li Shishi's eyes intersected for a moment.

He took a step forward, stopped, took a step back and stopped again, then turned around, holding a knife in both hands, and with a few subordinates, shouted and rushed towards the Jurchens who were charging in from a distance.

The light and shadow of the flames, the smell of blood, the fighting, the shouting... everything continues.

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Chapter completed!