The River Flows East to the Whistle

"Give me the knife! The knife!!" Jizo roared angrily and rushed back to the trench, throwing the saber in his hand to the ground.

The medical soldiers in the trenches shivered. Ji Zang was almost washed in blood from head to toe, and he looked like a ghost who had just crawled out of the underworld.

"Woo..." A whimper came from the corner of the trench. A young sentry was lying on the ground, surrounded by several medical soldiers. The sentry's abdomen was disembowelled by the enemy's blade, and the scattered internal organs stained his lower body red. His spiritual body was a maroon pony, beating restlessly beside the sentinel.

Jizo felt uncontrollable irritability, another one!This is the first sentinel killed?the fourth!In other words, the child has endured the pain of cutting off the spiritual connection four times.

Dizang grabbed the new saber in the medical soldier's hand and walked towards the dying sentinel.

"Get out of the way!" Jizo growled like a ghost, why prolong the pain of dying, these tortures will be passed on to Jiang Liu, Jizo raised his blade at the sentinel.

"Ksitigarbha!!" Peng Yuanzheng's majestic voice stopped Jizang.

Dizang stopped and looked back to see Peng Yuanzheng walking back to the trench with the support of Li Xuan.

"Commander, you are injured!" The medical soldier rushed over in a hurry.

"Small injury." Peng Yuanzheng waved his hand, pointing to a not too deep cut on his left shoulder, and motioned to Li Xuan.

Li Xuan didn't say much, handed Peng Yuanzheng to the medical soldiers, turned around and walked towards the dying sentinel.

"Are you okay?" Peng Yuanzheng let the medical soldiers bandage him, looked up and said to Dizang.

Jizo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

"This attack, so far, should have been blocked. Compared with the routine, our losses are already very small. You have been on the battlefield for a long time, and you should know that Jiang Liu has done a good job." Peng Yuanzheng said earnestly .

Ksitigarbha understood what Peng Yuanzheng meant, and the weak Jiang Liu insisted on why he lost his mind.

However, only he himself knows what he is upset about.

What exactly is Ding Shiyang doing? !

It's been two days and two nights, why haven't you combined with Jiang Liu? !

Obviously Jiangliu's anti-binding drug has been taken away by himself!

The sound of a knife cutting through the skin came from beside him, which was very clear under the keen hearing of the sentinel.

Li Xuan stood up and put the dagger in his waist.A maroon pony came over, rubbed against Li Xuan's feet as if expressing thanks, and dissipated soundlessly in the air.

Dizang knew that Li Xuan had just ended a period of pain.

"He persisted until the last moment," Li Xuan walked back wiping the blood on his hands. "In the end, I didn't let go of the connection."

Peng Yuanzheng sighed, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Ksitigarbha knows what Li Xuan is talking about. Ordinary guides, under such circumstances, will choose to disconnect the shallow connection voluntarily to reduce the harm of death to themselves.But Jiang Liu persisted until the last moment, and until the sentinel died, he used shallow links to control the sentinel's five senses, adjusted the pain to the lowest level, and let the sentinel leave the world without pain.

Why did this happen? Dizang took the handle of the knife in his hand and cracked it. Why did he let Jiang Liu suffer such pain.

Li Xuan stretched out his hand to Peng Yuanzheng with unconcealable sadness, and was held in Peng Yuanzheng's arms, ignoring the deep kisses of others, using Peng Yuanzheng's sentinel breath to relieve his emotional depression.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound in the distance, Dizang and Peng Yuanzheng raised their heads at the same time, looking in the direction of the sound.

"The attack has started again." Peng Yuanzheng said.The short pause stopped, and a new wave of enemy attacks came again.

"Let's go." Li Xuan said with a gentle but firm expression, Ji Zang looked at Li Xuan's beautiful face stained by gunpowder smoke, beside Peng Yuanzheng, exuding the last soft light of life.

Ksitigarbha raised his saber, bowed his head and walked back to the battlefield. Not far away, there was the sound of the enemy's charge.

……

As night fell in the capital city, Hongyin was panting, and came out of the old alley. In front of him was a tall and old wall. Behind the wall, several dark blue spires were faintly visible.

Finally arrived, the royal palace of the Tang Empire, Green Pavilion.

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It should have been a chapter with the previous one... please bear with me for the slow writing