The River Flows East to the Whistle

Chapter 47 Blade

On the battlefield, Jizo greeted the dusk alone, and the sinking sun in the west was as red as hell.

The saber in his hand was hot from the blood.

Stepping over his shattered body, a weak guide trembled toward him, chanting a hymn to the Dark Sentinels.

"Don't come over!" Ksitigarbha roared angrily in the language of Xitu.

The guide was still walking towards him, holding a red dagger in his hand.

Jizo roared angrily and beheaded the guide with a single blow. The moment the guide died, his mental pressure shot out like flames, and the mental torture made Jizo scream out.In an instant, those fragile guides reappeared in Jizo's mind, the guides who were ignorantly stuffed into his room. He remembered the obedient but fearful faces of the guides. The next day, these guides would all turn into bloodless corpse.

Jizo put his head in his hands and howled like a wild animal.He felt that he had become a beast again, an instrument of murder, and his hands were once again stained with the blood of the guide.

A person rushed up from behind and hugged him, Ji Zang turned his head, it was Ding Shiyang.

"clam down!"

Ding Shiyang's body exuded the smell of Jiangliu, Jizo woke up suddenly, Shiyang stuffed Jizo with a ball of clothes, it was Jiangliu's coat, Jizo hugged the clothes, and calmed down.

"Jiang Liu is waiting for you." Ding Shiyang hugged Jizo's body, and his voice came through Ding Shiyang's chest.

Peng Yuanzheng rushed up, slashed at the Xitu soldiers who rushed over with a knife, and rushed to Dizang and Ding Shiyang.

"Ksitigarbha, thank you for your hard work, you did a good job."

Dizang stared blankly at the two of them. Xitu's ordinary soldiers rushed up with heavy weapons, and Ding Shiyang drew out his saber to Xitu's final offensive line.

"Ksitigarbha, we all know that you hide many secrets.

"But today, nothing exists, and we fight for honor, for our guides."

"Go back alive and meet our guide."

In front of Jizo, two sabers flashed in the afterglow of the setting sun and rushed towards the crowd.

……

Hong Yin, who was battered all over the capital, jumped onto the military vehicle and wiped the blood off his face.

……

"Leave me alone, let's go."

Li Xuan's voice was as pale as his face, the blood flow from the wound gradually slowed down, Jiang Liu shook his hands, and couldn't find the blood vessels connected to the instrument.

"Jiang Liu, be good."

"I don't want it." Jiang Liu raised his head and roared. "It's all because of me, you are all for me, I have nothing to do..." Jiang Liu finally cried like a child.

He remembered his age, and remembered that half a year ago he was lying in the classroom, waiting for the dinner his mother made when he came home from school.

"You are like my child." Li Xuan's calm and warm voice made Jiang Liu open his eyes again.

"Those who died to protect you are sentinels. It is their happiness to die for the guide. Every sentinel thinks so. This is what Lao Peng said."

Jiang Liu looked at Li Xuan's smile in confusion.

"In my life, I am very satisfied. I have Peng Yuanzheng, Sun Pan, Hongyin, and you. I have been thinking, if Lao Peng and I can have a child, like you..."

Li Xuan's remaining fingers moved, and Jiang Liu held the cold palm.

"Give me the □□."

Li Xuan's voice was gentle but firm, and Jiang Liu shook his head in fear.

"I know what Ding Shiyang arranged. I helped him with his ordnance class back then."

"Li Xuan, no, let's go together..."

"I want to wait for Lao Peng, and I want to be with him."

"But……"

At the same time, the communicator on Jiang Liu's shoulder suddenly rang, and Jiang Liu woke up like a dream, and pulled it off, "Hongyin, it's Hongyin!"

Jiang Liu read the text on the screen with trembling hands, tomorrow will be dawn, the first batch of support...

"Li Xuan, Li Xuan, we are saved!"

With an exclamation, the communicator in Jiang Liu's hand fell to the ground. In front of him, Li Xuan's smile froze on his face.

A pair of beautiful women's eyes opened round, and the dilated pupils instantly swallowed the light in the eyes.

"Li Xuan?"

Li Xuan's pale lips moved twice, and he spit out two weak words, "Yuanzheng..."

……

A sharp saber pierced Peng Yuanzheng's heart, and the sharp communicator shattered into pieces in his hands.

Joy still froze on the general's face.

The strong body slowly slid down, fell, and fell on the battlefield full of gunpowder smoke.

"Peng Shuai!!" In the distance, Ding Shiyang cried out in grief.

Ksitigarbha stood in front of the sharp blade like a pitch-black statue, watching Peng Yuanzheng fall slowly, and behind Peng Yuanzheng, a white smile slowly appeared.

Dressed in white, on the battlefield, spotless.

If Jiang Liu was here at this moment, he would have recognized the white sentry from Xitu during the prisoner exchange ceremony in Hongyin's memory.

"The sentinel in white raised the corners of his mouth, as if exchanging greetings after a long absence." Finally found you, Mo. "