The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 522: A painful battle
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Chapter 522 A painful battle
The tragedy of this battle cannot be described in words. The smoke dissipated and the land was golden. The melted golden water covered the entire wilderness. The loyal soul and the bones. Only 10,000 of the 500,000 soldiers survived. Those The soldiers who died looked different, and most of them, even though the golden armor on their bodies had not been drenched in the golden water, they still died under the black bullets emitted by the comrades around them. He Lianpeng had fainted when he was found. Fortunately, the damage of the golden armor on his body was not great, but his left arm could not be kept.
In a trance, Yao Mowan clearly saw terrifying and hideous faces flashing in front of her. Those faces were suspended in the air, clamoring for her life.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" In her sleep, Yao Mowan shook her head desperately, and her messy hair on the brocade pillow was wet with tears.
"Wan'er, wake up, wake up!" On the edge of the bed, Chu Mobei held Yao Mowan's shoulders in both hands, his eyes were full of sorrow. He thought he was just a little bit of Yao Mowan. You know, in this world, there is only one woman who makes him feel a little so far. But when he saw Yao Mowan fainting on the tower, Chu Mobei felt his heart, like falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley. The gap proved that Yao Mowan was definitely not the only one. That little bit of goodwill.
At this moment, looking at Yao Mowan's haggard and pale face, Chu Mobei felt that his heart seemed to be grasped in his hands, unable to handle himself.
"I'm sorry...Ah----" Yao Mowan suddenly opened her eyes, her glittering eyes staring blankly in front of her, until the figure of Chu Mobei reflected on her eyelids, did Yao Mowan become conscious.
"How much is left? How much is left!" Yao Mowan grabbed Chu Mobei's arms and sat up suddenly, eyes overflowing with tears with a little hope and desire.
"Wan'er, you have been in a coma for two days and two nights. Fortunately, the porridge was just delivered. You wait, I will bring it for you." Chu Mobei deliberately avoided Yao Mowan's questioning, but when he got up, he was caught Yao Mowan pulled back.
"The whole army was annihilated? No one survived the 500,000 soldiers, didn't they!" Yao Mowan roared hysterically, tears welling up.
"It's not as bad as you think. There are more than 10,000 people left. Helianpeng also saved his life. So..." Chu Mobei thought that such a number would give Yao Mowan some comfort, but didn't want to sleep on the bed. , Yao Mowan's lips trembled, tears rolled silently.
"Ten thousand...Five hundred thousand soldiers! Only ten thousand are left! Jinshui... They actually use Jinshui! Ye Hongyi! If I, Yao Mowan, don't kill you, how can I be worthy of the dead five? One hundred thousand soldiers! Ye Hongyi!" Yao Mowan held the brocade quilt in both hands, letting her nails be embedded in the silk, making a creaking sound, her teary eyes filled with extremely murderous aura.
"Wan'er, don't be like this, I'm retaliating for you by Chu Mobei!" Chu Mobei held Yao Mowan's hand tightly, trying to give her some strength, but when I saw Yao Mowan's eyes When the cold light was ruining the sky and the earth, Chu Mobei felt inexplicably distressed. What kind of hatred should such a thin woman endure to have such explosive power, that distress comes from the heart.
"Mo Wan will definitely retaliate for this hatred!" Yao Mowan sat straight on the couch, clenched fists clenched his teeth, gritted his teeth. Silent, Chu Mobei knew that Yao Mowan wouldn't listen to what Yao Mowan said now, the best way was to remain silent.
"The prerequisite for revenge is that you have to live well." Chu Mobei walked slowly to the table, brought the porridge back to the couch, and took the porridge to Yao Mowan's mouth by himself. Yao Mowan did not refuse .
Yes! She wants to live, she must live to frustrate Ye Hongyi and watch him be punished with her own eyes.
Since night, Chu Mobei insisted on staying with Yao Mowan, but Yao Mowan refused.
"Your Royal Highness can rest assured that Mo Wan knows what she should do. Rather than wasting time on sadness and regret, it is better to find a solution! So Mo Wan wants to be alone." Yao Mowan's excuse made Chu Mobei. There is no way to refute.
When Chu Mobei left, Yao Mowan's eyes were blank and blank as if they were out of focus, and tears fell like a flood bursting a bank, and a burst of weeping like a small beast lingered over the room. Outside the door, Huangfu Junxiu sighed and looked at Chu Mobei, only to speak but was stopped by Chu Mobei.
"Let her be alone." Chu Mobei's eyes drooped slightly and turned to leave.
For three days, Yao Mowan forced herself to come out of her grief. If she is sad to repel the enemy, she would rather be sad for a lifetime, but unfortunately not, so no matter how difficult it is, she still has to come out and face this. all.
So even if the food was unsatisfactory, Yao Mowan still ate all the breakfast prepared by Tingyue. Just when Yao Mowan put down the dishes, Yu Funing appeared in Yao Mowan's room very unexpectedly.
"Yao Mowan, go and see the prince." Yu Funing doesn't know how she feels now, but she really can't help it. For three days and three nights, Ye Junqing locked herself in the room for three days For three nights, Mi Shui did not enter, or even let anyone in, even Ben Lei was kicked out by him.
"What's wrong with Ye Junqing?" Yao Mowan frowned, her eyes filled with frost.
"Since the attack on Yangshuo, the prince locked himself in the study, and he has not come out yet. Fu Ning doesn't know what the prince is doing now, or even if the prince... is still alive!" Yu Funing choked up and said. , Tears rolled down like broken beads, if she had to be forced, how could she come to ask Yao Mowan.
Without hesitation, Yao Mowan started hearing the sound and went straight to the study. Facing the tragic death of half a million soldiers, Yao Mowan suddenly felt that everything between her and Ye Junqing was as fine as dust. In the face of big events, Yao Mowan couldn't think about those turbulent events anymore.
Outside the study, Ben Lei stood at the door frowning and patted the door from time to time. Behind him, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning spread to the left and right, and everyone looked worried.
"My lord, you are not alone in attacking Yangshuo! The burden of revenge for the dead soldiers should not be carried by you alone! Benlei, please, come out!" The man has tears and does not flick, but At this moment, Ben Lei cried and blushed.
"Yes! Lord, you haven't been in the water for three days and three nights. If your body breaks down, what would you take to avenge the soldiers!" Feng Lin waited for comfort, but no voice came from inside.
"Master! You don't need to blame yourself too much for this matter! In fact, the idea of the Golden Armor..." Ben Lei felt that as long as Ye Junqing can come out, even if some explanations are against his intentions, there are still some explanations. The need to speak up.
"Ben Lei!" Just as Ben Lei was about to speak, Feng Lin roared and glared. Ben Lei was slightly startled when he heard the sound, but in the next second he heard a familiar voice.
"Mo Wan came up with the idea of the Golden Battle Armor, and Mo Wan is responsible for all the consequences! The Lord's actions at the moment Mo Wan is not qualified to comment, but now, Mo Wan is going to the barracks to visit General Helian, if The prince felt it necessary, so he went along!" The cold voice was like cold rain dripping from the eaves, and it was crisp and awe-inspiring.
Everyone had no prestige, but Yao Mowan was dressed in plain white clothes, the blue silk was wrapped up in white silk, and the flowing sea in front of her forehead was messy in the cold wind, adding a bit of sadness.
When Yao Mowan’s words were closed, the door of the study slowly opened from the inside, and the moment Ye Junqing appeared, everyone in the room couldn’t help crying, and the stubble that grew wildly grass crossed his jaw, handsome and handsome. The cheekbones protrude from the face due to excessive emaciation, the black eye sockets, the red whites of the eyes, and he still wears the shirt of that day...
The moment Ye Junqing walked out of the study, Yao Mowan turned around indifferently, and went straight to the mansion gate. As soon as he turned around, a drop of tears slipped silently. Seeing Yao Mowan leaving, Ye Junqing silently followed, his eyes didn't shine at all.
Feng Lin didn't walk to Ben Lei until Yao Mowan and Ye Junqing left.
"Do you know why I reminded you?" Feng Lin's eyebrows were filled with unconcealed anger.
"I just..." Ben Lei wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Yu'er.
"Ben Lei, if you just said that sentence, Yu'er has never known you in this life!" Yu'er spoke coldly, then flung his sleeves and left.
"We think that the prince's heart is not less than you, but everything must be saved. You know that the master has been fainted for two days and two nights because of this battle!" Lei Ting looked at Ben Lei solemnly, with disappointment faintly in his eyes.
"Ben Lei, I just want to know, when the master and the prince are in danger at the same time, who will you choose? You don't need to say it, but the flash tells you that if that happens, the flash will not hesitate Master of choice! If you are not, then what qualifications do you have to be Master Yao Mowan?" Lightning sighed, and immediately followed Yu'er and Lei Ting out of the palace gate. They were not sure what the consequences of Yao Mowan's entry into the barracks would be.
"Feng Lin, believe me, I just wanted to make the prince better, and I didn't know that the master would be behind!" Ben Lei was about to cry anxiously.
"I believe your words are against your will, so I will stop you! But more importantly, I don't want the master to be sad. So Ben Lei, compared with us, you lack one thing for the master." Feng Lin spoke lightly, no joy or anger could be heard in his voice.
"What?" Ben Lei looked at Feng Lin eagerly.
"Loyalty." Feng Lin's words resounded above Ben Lei's head like five thunders, until Feng Lin left, Ben Lei did not respond.
"They're gone, are you still planning to stand here?" Leng Bingxin patted Ben Lei's shoulder, her eyes like water.
"Do you also think I lack loyalty to my master?" Ben Lei's voice was hoarse and there were tears in his eyes.
"They are serious, everything you have done for the prince is just proof of your character." Leng Bingxin's heartfelt words just confirmed the facts that Feng Lin said.
Half an hour from the Jiangcheng Hotel to the Xicheng Military Camp area, Yao Mowan felt as if he had been walking for a year. In the sedan chair, Yao Mowan clenched her fists, her palms were sweaty, and her heart was full. Feeling anxious and guilty, she didn’t know which leg she should walk into the barracks first, and she didn’t know what kind of face she should use to face the soldiers who had survived the disaster. How could she comfort those 490,000 who died on the battlefield? Dead soul.