EBE Chapter 468 It’s a pity for my sincerity
Chapter 468 It’s a pity for my sincerity
She suddenly drew her sword, picked up a piece of burning firewood on the ground with the tip of the sword, and rushed straight towards Wumuhan's face.
The firelight revealed a flash of surprise in the man's eyes. He dodged to the side, his scimitar already unsheathed.
Gong Yu moved at the same time, his figure was like a ghost, and the sword light went straight for Wumuhan's throat.
The three of them fought in a flash.
The wound on Su Rou's left arm burst open, and blood dripped from her fingertips onto the mud, blooming into dark flowers.
But she became more and more courageous as the battle went on, her sword moves were powerful and vigorous, as if she was willing to exchange her life for others.
Wumuhan suddenly took a step back and raised his hand to high-five.
The torches around were instantly raised high, illuminating the ambushing archers.
The arrows were densely packed and all aimed at Su Rou.
"Stop!" Andre shouted, and the tip of the sword pressed against Wumuhan's chest, but it only pierced a layer of skin, and a few drops of blood oozed out.
Wumuhan smiled, wiped the drop of blood with his fingertips, and licked it gently: "If you stab her an inch deeper, she will become a hedgehog. Wanna bet?"
Andre's wrist trembled slightly.
Su Rou suddenly reached out and grasped the blade of his sword.
Blood immediately gushed out from her palm, slid down the sword, and dripped onto Wumuhan's boots.
"Andre," she whispered.
Andre's pupils suddenly contracted.
Wumuhan raised his eyebrows, not smiling.
Before the word was finished, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the distance, like the cry of an owl at night.
The next moment, countless torches lit up on both sides of the ridge, and it turned out that the reinforcements from Dayin had arrived.
Gong Yu led his troops to attack.
Wumuhan's expression finally changed.
Su Rou took the opportunity to strike back with her sword, forcing back the archer in front of her, and grabbed Andre and jumped off the cliff.
The night wind was howling, and she could hear her own heartbeat and Andre's heartbeat. The two hearts pressed together, as if they were about to break her chest.
As they were falling, the man suddenly reached out, pressed her into his arms, and turned over to use her as a cushion.
"Su Rou," his last words drifted away in the wind, "May you be safe, may everything go smoothly, may everything go well for you, may you live a long life. After I die... Princess Nineteen and the Great Desert hope that you can protect them for me."
There was a turbulent tributary at the bottom of the cliff, and the two were separated by the water.
When Su Rou opened her eyes again, the sky was already slightly bright, and the east was a crab-shell blue.
She was lying on a reed beach, her palm still tightly grasping a piece of black armor fragment, the edge of which had cut into her flesh and the blood had already coagulated.
Andre protected her and made sure she was safe after falling from such a high place...
She staggered to her feet and looked toward the top of the cliff—there, Wumuhan's flag was still fluttering in the wind, like a black-scaled snake that refused to fade away.
She turned around and limped towards the morning light, her back stretched out like a sword about to be unsheathed.
In the distance, iron cavalry came walking on the water. The leader was wearing silver armor and red robes, holding high the flag of the King of Great Yin.
It’s Gong Yu.
The main camp was engulfed in flames.
It has become a Shura field.
The night raiders from the eastern part of the desert hid in the sand, dug holes under the wooden fences, and used long hooks to pry over the main tent.
The guards shouted "Protect the king", but their voices were pierced and dispersed by the sharp arrows.
When the wind blew, sparks carrying feather arrows filled the sky, reflecting on Andre's armor, like pomegranate flowers suddenly blooming.
Andre volunteered to stand in the most conspicuous place.
He held a long sword and guarded the tent door with a wry smile on his face: Only here can I protect my people from being hunted down by the rebel soldiers.
He wanted to delay until the tribes in the desert believed that he did not die tonight, and until Su Rou came back to save the only person she loved.
Arrows whistled across the sky.
A heavy armor-piercing arrow broke through the wind with a loud bang and pierced Andre's chest.
The arrow was so powerful that he fell to his knees, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.
Su Rou's gaze passed over him - at the end of the firelight, a black shadow lifted his visor, the wind blew up his hair, revealing Gong Yu's true appearance.
He drew his sword and mounted his horse, but instead of rushing towards Andre, he turned and ran towards the horse path, where stood Su Rou, who had finally returned.
"Gong Yu!" Su Rou shouted angrily.
Gong Yu grabbed her wrist through the fire and arrows and said, "Who will compensate my wife if she gets even a scratch?"
Andrei struggled to stand up, raised his head and saw her hand being held tightly.
At that moment, the flames licked his face, reflecting the bloodshot in his eyes.
"Wumuhan's people are luring me from the west, right?" she asked.
Xuanfeng let out a long roar and swooped over the heads of the two men.
Gong Yu nodded, "They want to capture you and use you to threaten Andre to withdraw his troops."
Su Rou held Gong Yu's hand in hers, "Fighting is not all that matters tonight."
She said in a very low voice, "For the last time, follow me."
After saying that, she jumped on her horse and rushed towards the main force of the enemy army; Gong Yu followed closely behind her horse, sticking to his master like a shadow.
On the snowy mountain range to the east, Wumuhan stood alone on the top.
Seeing Qingqi being shortlisted, he laughed heartily: "Su Rou! Long wait."
A bluish-white porcelain bottle with blood on it was shaking in his palm.
"Antidote for the muteness potion." Wumuhan smashed half of the bottle, and the powder flew in the wind. "If you want to save that person, come with me."
Su Rou glanced over.
Dozens of bows and crossbows were ambushed under the snow. It turned out that this was not a game, but a dead end.
She bit her lip and smiled: "I just want your life."
She waved her hand, and Xuanfeng swooped down—the hawk's wings scraped the bowstring, startling the archers into confusion.
Almost at the same time, Gong Yu swung out his whip, hooked Wumuhan's ankle, and dragged him down from the ridge.
The two men fought in a flash.
Su Rou smashed the medicine bottle with the back of the knife, and the powder scattered in the air, dyeing the moonlight like frost. Wumuhan's hand was empty.
He roared, pulled his horse forward and rushed towards Su Rou - but was kicked off his horse by Gong Yu two steps away from her blade, and fell face first to the snow.
Gong Yu cut his throat with a knife, cleanly and neatly.
The battle lasted less than a cup of tea.
Su Rou looked back at the main camp, where the campfire had already burned into the dawn light.
Xuanfeng flapped his wings again and brought back the secret signal to the archer.
The sentries lurking on both sides of the snowy ridge drew their bows and were ready to fire.
When the remaining troops in the east retreated to the mountain pass, the bows and crossbows that had been ambushed were fired at once.
The whistling sound concealed the hunter's sneer, and feather arrows pierced the back of every fleeing creature.
Blood poured out from the snowy mountains like a river and flowed into the night.
Su Rou ordered "Don't take any prisoners", and her voice was so cold that even she was unfamiliar with it.
The wind and fire gradually died down.
In the open space in front of the camp, Gong Yu bent down and pulled out the arrow from Andre's chest, then casually broke the arrowhead and sneered, "I'll keep the account of kidnapping my wife for you."
He transferred Andre to the cart, but his hands were clenched tightly - after all, he realized that what they couldn't let go of in the distant tent was a soft heart that was above power.
Su Rou squatted down to wipe the blood from Andre's body, her fingertips trembling. Andre held her wrist, his voice breaking, "...You chose him simply because you liked him."
Su Rou lowered her eyes: "Yes."
Andre smiled bitterly, and blood dripped from the corner of his lips onto his clothes like a withered flower.
He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her cloak, but his strength was lighter than the wind: "What a pity for my sincerity."
After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes. Gong Yu stood two steps away, his back to the two of them, his shoulders shaking slightly.
Only Su Rou knew that he was suppressing his emotions, suppressing the regret for having pushed his love rival to the end of the road.
The sky in the east was turning pale, a few rays of light pierced through the dark clouds, and the glaciers and snow-capped mountains were covered with golden feathers.
The bodies from the night battle were beginning to stiffen, but smoke from new cooking fires was rising from the tiny corners of the camp.
They wanted to stay alive, make a fire, and drink thick meat porridge to ward off the cold.
Gong Yu carried Andre into the medical tent and clasped Su Rou's fingers tightly. "Arou, bandage the wound first after the battle, then talk. Otherwise, I will come myself."
The tone was still frivolous, but it was difficult to tell whether it was true or not.
Su Rou chuckled softly.
As he said this, he lowered his eyes as he tied her helmet rope, his fingertips brushing the loose hair by her ear. "Su Rou, I've never used 'I do' to coax you before. This is the first time, and the last time."
The snow particles were picked up by the morning breeze and made a rustling sound when they hit the tent.
In the distance came the crisp and warm bells of the first camels awakening in the desert.
Xuanfeng perched on top of the flagpole, shaking his feathers and nodding, as if he was bowing the entire sky to the two of them.
Su Rou closed her eyes, and the bloody smell of the battlefield was replaced by the faint aroma of porridge.