Chapter 527

Douda's raindrops couldn't penetrate the secret jungle for a moment, but Hua Rong was almost happy to jump up, because the torch in front suddenly went out, which was obviously extinguished by the heavy rain Jin Jun lost his way because of the sudden heavy rain, and was afraid of being surrounded, so he had to retreat to the station

With this respite, the people were temporarily free from the killing, but how could this group of old and weak people get out of the jungle smoothly after being damaged for so long?

Hua Rong asked an old man whether he could advance in the rain, but the old man shook his head and said that in such a rainy day, walking forward was also a dead end. Fortunately, there was no thunder, otherwise, staying here would sooner or later be killed by thunder

This rain came and went quickly, but after the rain stopped, it fell into a darker world. At this time, just before dawn, people couldn't see their fingers, and they didn't dare to make a fire for fear of attracting the Jin army

Lu Wenlong was not afraid of fighting on the battlefield, but he was afraid of the overwhelming night. He held his mother's hand tightly, and his teeth trembled slightly: "Mom, can there be a devil?"

Hua Rong hugged him tightly, and the scene that she almost lost her son just now almost made her collapse. She whispered in her son's ear, "don't be afraid, the devil doesn't dare to come with his mother."

"Little brother, I really didn't expect King Qin to be such a person..." Zha's voice came, indignant, with a smell of fireworks in the night

Hua Rong suddenly remembered the previous scene and asked, "Zhaha, who is that Anhan?"

"He and I served in the same army earlier. Once he was injured, I saved him and made friends with me. However, he was promoted later. I heard that he was under the command of Wanyan Hailing. Why was he transferred to the fourth Prince again?"

Lu Wenlong heard it was an acquaintance and said happily, "Uncle Zha he, aren't we saved?"

Zahe said with a wry smile, "he's just a young player, and he can't be the master. Today, he has given us a break. Wen long, don't worry, I will protect you."

Hua Rong stared at his direction in the dark, and suddenly became eager: "Zhaha, can you take Wenlong first?"

"Brother!"

"Mom!"

At this time, the sky is already dim, and perhaps it has been in the dark for a long time. It has adapted to the surrounding environment, and the eyes can see a little bit The three people were covered with dust and blood, especially Hua Rong. Her hair was disheveled, her face was covered with blood, and her body was wet. She had no personal appearance This is the most dangerous one she encountered after the first World War in Lin'an However, there was a husband fighting side by side that time, but this time, he was in a precarious situation with a son

Lu Wenlong was also wet all over. Hua Rong took out a wet veil and wiped it on his face. He washed away the color of the savage child painted on his face, and the child showed a white and beautiful face again

"Mom?"

"Son, you wash it."

"Why?"

Hua Rong shook her head, unable to explain to her son With a funny and weak hope in his heart, if the fourth prince sees this child and his true face, he hopes that he won't hurt the killer, that's all Although she knew that such an idea was tantamount to nonsense

In the rising sun, Zhaha watched her carefully wash her son's face. Although he was rude, his eyes were hot. He turned his head and couldn't bear to watch this scene

I already like it. Although the handsome boy has some slight injuries, he has grown up and is almost as tall as his mother; Then next year, the next year, he will greatly surpass his mother and truly grow into a man

Hua Rong patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Wen long, go over and drink some water and eat something first."

Lu Wenlong was also very thirsty. As soon as he walked away, Hua Rong looked at Zhaha The two people looked at each other, and zahe asked in a low voice, "brother, what are we going to do now?"

She also lowered her voice: "Zhaha, I don't want my son to be in danger. I hope he lives. If you take him out, you must go to xiaohutou to take care of their brothers for me..."

Zha's voice choked: "brother, why don't you go? You take Wenlong!"

"Don't worry, I will come to you."

"You're lying! Brother, if you can go, why don't you come with us?"

Hua Rong glanced at the men, women and children behind her disappointedly. This war, whether direct or indirect, was more or less brought to them by herself. How can she escape alone and let them bleed? People say that men do something and don't do something. Can women escape? This is what she developed in her military career for many years, and it is the habit that Yue Pengju brought to her!

"Zhaha" she lowered her voice, "I'll tell you the address of xiaohutou. You must go to him. He has no one to take care of..."

"When King Qin settles down, he will take care of him..." Zha he was originally justified, but at this time, he said with no confidence. King Qin didn't even save Hua Rong, not to mention her son?

Hua Rong's eyes were very dim: "Zhaha, Pengju has only this trace of blood. If something happens to xiaohutou, I have no hope of surviving my life. Zhaha, please help me, please, Zhaha."

"No... brother, you go."

"Zhaha, I beg you. Will you just do this for me? How pathetic is the little tiger head if he is left unattended?" Her voice choked, little tiger head alone in a foreign land, has no father and mother, but he is looking forward to his mother returning to pick him up every day As a mother, what a failure she has made

"Brother, you can take care of him best. You should go back..."

She bit her teeth and leaned against a big tree with some scars that only she knew With Wenlong and his kung fu, he has little assurance of rushing out Zahe is much better than his own Kung Fu, and an Han may let him go. He is much more sure of escaping if he leaves Moreover, after experiencing many things, I have been tired, the heart of revenge, the bitterness of the end of the world, and the cruelty of war. Even if I survive, the chaos is diverse, how easy is it for a single woman to take care of two sons? It's better to unload this burden and let Zha he bear it He is a man, and his ability to make a living is always better than himself It is safer for two sons to follow him than to follow themselves

She looked softly at the tall foreign man opposite - still an enemy man How wonderful life is. In his most difficult time, he was the only one who met by chance. Life and death depend on each other There is no resentment, no entanglement, only the purest and cleanest friendship of mankind

It turns out that the best friendship can only be hidden in the most humble people

She closed her eyes and suddenly stepped back with such a gentle expression It was a secret hidden in my heart for a long time. A few years ago, I saw her true face for the first time at the willow shooting Festival - she was a goddess on the grassland, a saint on the mountain, and the wife of a generation of famous general Yue Pengju. She was high up and could only look up to herself However, who knows the secrets deeply buried in the bottom of my heart, those secrets that I dare not break and never say out? Even if we meet again, she has become a widow. She still can only be careful and follow. She dare not say it. Just being around her every day is the greatest happiness of her life So, as soon as she opened her mouth, he lost his small stall and followed her, not to mention going to the savage tribe. Even if he went to hell, he was willing

During this period of time, he had never had a happy time in his life. He followed her and was respected, and realized the importance of a man and the blood of a warrior However, the good time is so short that the war meets unexpectedly and cannot be avoided Only in this way, my heart is more urgent and compassionate. I am the goddess in my heart. Having such an idea is blasphemy Therefore, no matter where she is or what she wants to do, she can only accept it unconditionally and enjoy it

"Zhaha, please help me."

However, this time, he woke up from her enchanted voice and eyes, and hesitated to refuse: "brother, the black moonlight is fast, you must be able to leave, and I can resist a journey..."

"Zha he, please help me this time. And Wen long, if something happens to Wen long, I won't be able to see his parents even when I get to Jiuquan..."

Her eyes are like the night, struggling in hell, unable to see the slightest hope A terrible thought came up, and suddenly realized that it was Yelv who killed with a knife, or Jin Wu Shu who killed with a knife. No matter who it was, King Qin hid away because of his wife and his son The most reliable person in the world suddenly defected. Such betrayal is more terrible than a knife behind the enemy After getting wet by the heavy rain, he began to suffer from pain and got into the bone marrow and couldn't extricate himself

"Zhaha, please help me!"

She stared at Zhaha as if there was only one reliable person left in the world

Zahe turned his head and couldn't refuse such a plea

Hua Rong was overjoyed and hurried back to her son and shouted, "Wen long, come here."

Lu Wenlong ran over with some water and dry food. "Mom, you haven't eaten yet. Eat quickly."

Hua Rong drank a little water, stuffed the dry food into his arms, and said softly, "Wen long, you go with Uncle Zha he."

"No, mom, I won't go. I'll follow you. I didn't follow dad just to follow you. I'll never leave you..."

"Mom will catch up too. As soon as you leave, mom will come later."

"You lied to me, mom, if you want to go, we'll go together."

"Don't you dare not listen to your mother?"

Lu Wenlong fell in her arms, but she pushed him away with a hard heart and said coldly, "Wen long, you are also a little man, and you are also a soldier. Soldiers must obey orders, and you must go with Uncle Zha he."

"No!"

The child choked and couldn't bear to look again. He pulled him up and left

"Zhaha, wait, let Wen long ride my black moonlight."

This time, zahe couldn't help but retort loudly: "no!"

Black moonlight is Hua Rong's only hope. With its divine horse, there is a glimmer of hope to escape. If she loses black moonlight again, she will be completely dead

"Brother..."

Hua Rong whipped him on the arm like a firm iceberg: "Zhaha, don't be wordy. Just leave when you're told to." She didn't know where she had so much strength. She grabbed Lu Wenlong, pulled down the jujube horse, and shouted, "get on the horse."