"Qiu's head is here with me. If you want revenge, come here."
Guo Yu held Mo Xie's sword with his left hand, and his head was hung on the hilt of Mo Xie's sword by Guo Yu, as Guo Yu's words fell. The never-ending battlefield rarely had a moment of peace.
"Captain Guo, you..."
The chief of fire who was closest to Guo Yu looked at Guo Yu with a puzzled face. He might not understand that the soldiers had always covered the retreat of the soldiers, so there was no reason for the general to cover the retreat of the soldiers.
"Sun Shiwu, you joined the army earlier than me. You should know the consequences of disobeying the general's orders."
After Guo Yu finished speaking, he threw Qiequ's head into the air, and before it could fall down, it was split into two pieces. The spilled blood drew an arc on the snow, just in front of Xijue's horse's hooves.
The fire chief named Sun Shiwu didn't answer, and Guo Yu didn't look at him anymore. The sound of retreating horse hooves was heard behind Guo Yu until it was covered up by the wind and snow.
Many years ago, when he was still reading comic books in Shantu Village, Guo Yu thought about when he would be like the hero in the book, standing alone outside Yumen Pass with a spear like Li Shouxin, or wielding a sword to drive back tens of thousands of Western soldiers. Although the scene was a little different, he still did it.
There was no last-minute counterattack before defeat, no heroic words of disregarding death. Almost at the moment when the hoofbeats of the Yicheng cavalry stopped, Guo Yu had already fallen into the snow. He was already at the end of his strength, and when he passed out, a beautiful face appeared in his blurred eyes, just like the first time he saw it in Luoyang City. .
"It seems that it is you and me who are not destined to be together after all..."
I like this kind of literary book