C527 I can't bear it

The rain drops that were the size of beans couldn't penetrate the secret forest for a while, but Hua Rong was so happy that she almost jumped up. It was because the torch in front of him had suddenly extinguished, obviously having been extinguished by the rain. Because of the sudden heavy rain, Golden Army was lost, but she was afraid of being surrounded, so she had no choice but to return back to the camp.

After taking a breather, the group could be considered to have temporarily escaped from the slaughter. However, after such a long period of casualties, how could they smoothly walk out of the forest?

Hua Rong asked an old man if he could go forward in the rain, but the old man shook his head, he said that in such a rainy day, if he could go forward, there would be only death, fortunately there was no more thunder, otherwise, he would be struck by lightning sooner or later.

The rain came and went quickly, but after it stopped, they sank into an even darker world. Right now, it was before dawn, and they couldn't see their hands or their fingers, so they didn't dare to start a fire. They were afraid that they would attract Golden Army's attention.

Lu Wenlong was not afraid of the battles on the battlefield, but was afraid of the night sky and earth. Clenching his hands tightly, his teeth chattered: "Mother, could there be demons?"

Hua Rong hugged him tightly. The scene just now where she almost lost her son almost made her collapse. She whispered into her ear, "Don't be afraid.

"The little boys, I really didn't expect that King Qin would be such a person …" Zha He's voice transmitted over, filled with anger, and carried the smell of flames at night.

Hua Rong suddenly thought back to the previous scene and asked, "Zha He, who is that An Han person?"

"He was in the same army as me a long time ago, and I saved him once when he was injured. But he levelled up later on, and I heard he was under Wan Yanhailing's command, how did he get transferred back to the Fourth Prince? "

Lu Wenlong heard that they were familiar with one another, and laughed: "Uncle Zha He, aren't we saved?"

Zha He laughed bitterly: "He's just a little general, he can't make the decision. Today, consider it as letting us go. Wen Long, don't worry. I will definitely protect you. "

Hua Rong stared at him from the darkness and suddenly became passionate: "Zha He, can you take Wen Long with you?"

"The little boys!"

"Mom!"

At this point, the sky had already begun to brighten up. Perhaps it was because he had spent too much time in the darkness and had already adapted to his surroundings, he could see a little bit with his eyes. The three of them were covered in blood, especially Hua Rong, her hair was in disarray, her face was covered in blood, her entire body was drenched, and no longer had a human face. This was the most dangerous battle she had encountered since the First World War. However, there was still a husband fighting side by side that time. This time, it was him and his son who were on the brink of death.

Lu Wenlong's entire body was drenched, Hua Rong took out a moist kernels and wiped it on his face. After washing away the savage child's color that was smeared on his face, the child once again revealed his fair and handsome face.

"Mom?"

"Son, clean yourself up."

"Why?"

Hua Rong shook her head, unable to explain to his son. She had such a ridiculous but weak hope in her heart that if Fourth Prince saw this child and saw his true face, she hoped that he wouldn't kill him. Although she knew that such a thought was no different from wishy-washy nonsense.

As the sun gradually rose, Zha He saw that she was seriously washing his son's face. Although he was rough and boorish, his eyes were hot as he turned his head, unable to bear watching this scene.

He had already fallen in love with this handsome youth. Although he had some minor injuries on his body, he was already standing tall like a mother. Next year, the following year, he would surpass his mother by leaps and bounds and truly become a man.

Hua Rong patted his shoulder and said gently: "Wen Long, go and drink some water first and eat something."

Lu Wenlong was also extremely thirsty, but once he left, Hua Rong turned to look at him. Their gazes met, and Zha He then asked softly: The little boys, what do we do now?

She also lowered her voice: "Zha He, I don't want my son to be in danger, I wish for him to live. If you bring him out, you must find the Little Tiger's head to take care of the two brothers in my place …"

Zha He's voice was choked with emotions: "The little boys, why aren't you leaving? Take Wen Long and leave! "

"Don't worry, I'll definitely come looking for you."

"You liar! The little boys, if you can, why didn't you come with us? "

Hua Rong looked at the men, women and children behind him in disappointment. This war, whether direct or indirect, could more or less be considered to be brought to them by herself. Everyone said that men had their own reasons, so how could a woman just run away like that? This was a habit that she developed from her many years of military career, a habit that Yue Pengju gave her!

"Zha He …" She lowered her voice, "I'll tell you the address of the Little Tiger's head, you have to go find him. He has no one to take care of him … "

"The King Qin will take care of him once he is settled …" Initially, Zha He was confident and confident, but at this moment, he had no confidence at all. If the King Qin would not even save Hua Rong, then what about her son?

Hua Rong's eyes were extremely dim: "Zha He, Pengju only has this sliver of bloodline, if anything happens to the head of the Little Tiger, even if I live my entire life, I won't have any hope of survival, Zha He, please help me, please, Zha He."

"No …" The little boys, go. "

"Zha He, I beg of you. Just do this for me, okay? If the Little Tiger was not taken care of, how pitiful would he be? " Her voice was choked with sobs. Little Tiger's head was alone in a foreign land, with no parents, but every day he longed for his mother to come and fetch him. As a mother, he had failed so miserably.

"The little boys, you are the best at taking care of him. You should go back …"

Gritting her teeth, she leaned against a large tree. There were some injuries that only she knew about. Bringing Wen Long along, relying on his own skills, his chances of escaping were too small. Zha He's skills were much better than his own. Moreover, An Han might even let him go once. Moreover, after experiencing so many things, she was tired. She had a heart of revenge, a heart of suffering, a cruel war. Even if she survived, how could a single woman take care of her two sons in this chaotic world? It would be better to let go of this heavy burden and let Zha He bear it. He was a man, and his ability to earn a living was better than his own. It was safer for his two sons to follow him than for him.

She gently looked at the tall, foreign man across from her — an enemy. How wonderful life was. In his most difficult times, only this person he met by chance was accompanying him. Life and death depended on each other, life and death depended on each other. There were no grudges or disputes, only the simplest and cleanest of human relationships.

So it turned out that the best relationship could only be hidden in the lowest of people.

Zha He, who had such a gentle expression on his face, suddenly took a step back. It was a secret that had been hidden deep within his heart for a long time. A few years ago, he had first seen her true face on the Salix — —He was the goddess of the plains, the holy maiden of the mountains, the wife of a famous general Yue Pengju. She was so high up that he could only look up to her. However, who would know about the secrets that were deeply buried deep within their hearts that even they themselves did not dare to reveal and would never reveal? Even if they met again, and she was already a widow, he could only be cautious and follow him. He did not dare to say anything, as staying by her side every day was the greatest happiness of his life. Thus, the moment she opened her mouth, he threw his own little stall away and followed beside her. Not to mention going to the savage tribe, he would be willing to go to hell with her.

This period of time together was the happiest time of his life, following her and being respected, and experiencing the importance of a man, the blood of a warrior. However, the beautiful times were so short. Even if a war happened unexpectedly, he wouldn't be able to avoid it. It was only because of this that his heart was filled with urgency and pity. It was because of the goddess in his heart that such a thought would cause him to be blasphemed. Thus, no matter where she was, no matter what she wanted him to do, he could only accept it unconditionally and enjoy it.

"Zha He, please help me."

However, this time, he woke up from her bewitching voice and gaze and hesitantly rejected her. "The little boys, the Black Moonlight's footsteps are fast, you can definitely leave, and I can even block one journey …"

"Zha He, please help me this once. "And Wen Long, if anything happens to Wen Long, I won't be able to see his parents, even if I reach the netherworld …"

Her eyes were like the dark night, struggling in hell, and he could not see any hope. A terrifying thought suddenly came to his mind. He suddenly realized that it was Ye Lvdayong borrowing a knife to kill people, or Jin Wushu borrowing a knife to kill people. No matter who it was, King Qin had hidden to the side because of his wife and his son. The most reliable person in the world suddenly turned traitor. That kind of betrayal was even scarier than the blade behind the enemy's back. After being drenched by the heavy rain, the wounds all over his body began to torment him, drilling into his bone marrow and unable to free himself.

"Zha He, please help me!"

She stared at Zha He without blinking, as if there was only one person left in the world that she could trust.

Zha He turned his head, unable to reject such a plea.

Hua Rong was ecstatic, she anxiously turned her head and shouted at her son: "Wen Long, come over."

Lu Wenlong brought some water and rations over. "Mom, you haven't eaten yet, eat quickly."

Hua Rong drank some water and stuffed the rations into his arms. Then she said gently: Wen Long, quickly follow Uncle Zha He.

"No, mother, I'm not leaving. I'm following you, and the reason I didn't follow Abba is because I want to follow you. I definitely won't leave you …"

"Mom will catch up. As soon as you leave, mother will come back. "

"You lied to me, Mom. If you want to leave, then let's leave together."

"How dare you disobey my mother?"

Lu Wenlong threw himself into her arms but she pushed him away and said coldly: "Wen Long, you're a little man now, and a soldier already. Soldiers must obey orders, you must follow Uncle Zha He."

"I'm not leaving!"

The child was choked with sobs. Zha He could not bear to watch any longer and pulled him away.

"Zha He, wait, let Wen Long ride my Black Moonlight."

This time, Zha He could not hold back and retorted loudly, "No!"

The Black Moonlight was Hua Rong's only hope. Relying on its heroic spirit, she still had a sliver of hope to escape.

"The little boys …"

Hua Rong whipped her arm hard like a mountain of ice: "Zha He, don't be so long-winded. I told you to go. " No one knew where she got all that strength from, but she grabbed Lu Wenlong and pulled him off the Chinese date horse, then shouted: "Quickly, get on the horse."