Seven Blades doesn't know much about themselves anymore.
In the bandits' den, apart from those women, he is the weakest existence.
He has always been in a state of survival, but even if he is living, he is also single-mindedly trying to live, and he is full of fear of death.
Now he is no longer weak, but strange, and no longer afraid of death.
The blood took away the strength, and he could no longer feel the pain of the wound, and the pain in his body was numb.
He was almost unable to hold on, but he didn't dare to retreat.
He couldn't retreat, behind him was Fan Shen.
If Mr.
Fan dies here, he will never be able to go back and face Zhusheng.
He had a strange sense of pleasure.
If he dies here, if he dies here to protect that man, Zhusheng and Ling Niang will never look at him with that kind of eye again.
When I think of him, I will have a trace of nostalgia and gratitude, and I will remember his name The three sabers were pressed down at the same time, and the seven horizontal knives resisted.
With the strength of three people and three knives, he can resist a single resistance, and this brazen strength is also amazing.
The other party was also shocked in his heart, obviously a young man who had not yet grown up, how could he be so powerful But no matter how powerful the seven knives are, they are already the end of the strong crossbow.
The three knives finally crushed him to the ground.
Seven Knives fell, his back to the ground, and he lay there smiling as he saw the three knives raised and about to fall.
There was a strange sound of breaking the sky, and the heads of the three enemy soldiers burst like watermelons hit by a hammer, and the long green knives like jasper spun like boomerangs, indifferently harvesting life, carrying the howling sound of the air, and returning to its master without stopping.
Seven Knife's eyes widened suddenly.
Here she came, did she see him, did she see his blood, did he get hurt, did she see how hard he worked, how desperate he was?
Takesheng firmly grasped the green blade that flew back, left and right.
Two Toyokuni soldiers fell to the ground in response.
In a few breaths, Takesheng and her people had already rushed to the side of Seven Blades.
"Sir" cut down several enemy soldiers who rushed up, and the people around her protected her in the middle, and she knelt on the ground and leaned down to ask.
The "main hall" Qidao gasped for breath and was bleeding.
"Give him medicine," Takesheng finished speaking, and stepped over from the Seven Blades.
Seven knives were lifted up by their companions and poured medicine.
The bleeding quickly stopped, and although the wound was still painful, the strength and life were no longer lost.
His eyes were fixed on the direction in which Takebu had left.
Isn't it enough, can't you let her look at him more, what do you want him to do?
Takebu and her men burst into the house.
The first courtyard is square and wide, through the hall, it is the second courtyard, and the main hall is seen from afar.
The two courtyards were crowded with people.
The people of Zhusheng have been trained all the way, and they no longer have the nervousness of half an hour ago.
Their blood is already hot.
No more two-legged sheep, no longer weak and slaughtered, they also have knives in their hands The men roared, and finally confronted the outnumbered enemy head-on, slashing blades for lives The people of Fengguo forced the last defenders to retreat to the main hall, and they were about to break through the main hall, but they suddenly suffered from the enemy.
The tide of battle suddenly reversed Zhusheng has a green blade in his hand, which is like a broken bamboo, and no one can stop it.
Today is not like today, she is single-handed, she has companions by her side.
Although each of them could not fight her by force, when all of them twisted together, the power was doubled.
Takesheng hadn't fought alongside anyone in many years.
It was like going back many years to when she was younger.
When he came to this world, Zhusheng's blood was cold, angry, and violent, but it was the first time that it was hot again.
She burst into the main hall gate alone, separating the Fengguo soldiers stationed there like broken oranges.
There are too many people here and too dense, and there is a mixture of enemies and friends, and her green blade can't be used, so she can only restrain it.
As soon as she burst in, the pressure at the gate suddenly eased.
Someone shouted with joy: "Girl" Zhusheng didn't look back, but asked, "What about Mr."
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At the gate, there are all Pengcheng guards, only one person in the middle, with different colors, it is the Ah Niu of Gaojiabao.
Ah Niu said loudly: "Mr. is fine. ” Fan Shen was fine, and Zhusheng finally put his mind at ease and wanted to return to the battle group.
Fan Shen's anxious voice came from the house: "Is it Zhusheng, come in?"
Fan Shen has always been as calm as an abyss, and it is rare to be so anxious.
Zhu Sheng didn't fight, cut down the person in front of him, turned around and went into the gate.
Ah Niu dodged and let her in, and then blocked the door.
There is a momentum of "one husband is the pass, and ten thousand people are not open".
At the beginning of the slaughter of the village, Ah Niu was the first person to pick up the blade and rush up to fight side by side with Zhusheng with a roar.
From that day on, his courage and loyalty were dedicated to Zhusheng, and he was unswerving.
Even though it was daytime, the doors and windows were closed, and the room was not lit.
Fan Shen sat on the bluestone floor, blood staining his shirt red.
His hair was also disheveled, and he was accustomed to paying attention to his neat appearance, and rarely had such an embarrassed look.
He's not alone.
He was still holding a man in his arms.
"Zhusheng" his voice was hoarse, "Did you bring your medicine?"
Zhusheng took three steps and made two steps to grab it, squatted down and pressed the person's carotid artery, and it was too late to probe his snort.
Zhusheng shook his head and said, "He's dead." ” Fan Shen looked up at her.
His face was as calm as ever, but his eyes were as dark as ink.
Zhusheng has seen him with this look, this kind of gaze.
His wife died and his daughter was humiliated by bandits.
He didn't shed tears or roar, he just held his daughter's hand and told her to "just live".
Even a calm person like Takebu has a time to break out.
Fan Shen Fan Bochang never broke out.
All the emotions of this man are inward and convergent.
Zhusheng didn't know who this dead man was or what his relationship was with Fan Shen, but she knew that his eyes like night were already his sadness.
Takesheng took a step back.
"I still need me out there."
She said.
She turned and walked out.
Fan Shen's gaze was fixed on the air in the dimly lit lobby.
I don't know how long it has been, but the person in my arms has begun to lose body temperature.
Outside, the sound of swords clashing faded until it disappeared.
He heard cheers.
Because Takesheng is too young, her voice is inevitably delicate.
But when she speaks, she speaks at a good pace, and her tone is always low, which sounds convincing.
At first glance, you can see that you have been specially taught in conversation.
He heard her gather her own people, including the village soldiers of Gaojiabao and the guards of Pengcheng.
She methodically gave orders one after another, extinguishing fires, saving people, closing the city gates, and searching for the remnants of the enemy She knows what to do and what to do first.
The order in which she does things is not for the result, but according to what she sees as important.
For two years, he had tried to teach her, to change her, in a vain attempt to mold her into what he wanted her to be.
I found it difficult.
He thought she was young and needed him to teach her a lot.
But actually, she should have been able to do it.
It's just that she comes from a closed place, so she is very unfamiliar with some common sense, history and rules of this world.
Whenever she encountered something she didn't understand, she humbly asked for advice.
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And once she understands the background and the rules, she thinks for herself and makes decisions.
He thought he had found a piece of jade that he needed to carve with his own hands.
In fact, Zhusheng is natural, and there is no place for him to go under the knife.
He heard the men say yes, and no one questioned her orders.
The footsteps were scattered, and everyone took the order and left.
The door of the main hall suddenly opened, and the slender figure seemed to be melted in the light.
Fan Shen's eyes narrowed at the light.
"Sir," she asked, "do you want me to help you bury this?"
Fan Shen said: "No, I can do it myself." ” The figure was silent for a moment, then asked, "Who is he?"
"My confidant."
Fan Shen said, "I have been friends with him for more than ten years through three letters.
Unexpectedly, we had to see each other, and after a few days, we were separated forever. ” The oblique light entered through the door and hit him in the face, half-light and half-dark, giving this man a sense of heaviness that had been precipitated by time.
"He's the guardian here."
Fan Shen said, "I haven't heard from him for several years, so I thought he had found a place to live in seclusion. ” "I never thought that he would be willing to succumb to a small city."
"With his talent, he will find a country as a prime minister and an emperor, and it is not impossible."
"He is indeed hidden, and he is hidden in the court."
Zhusheng's figure stood at the door for a long time, and said softly: "Mr.
Day condolences." ” "It's a mess here, and it's still waiting for Mr. to clean up."
She said.
"Sir, cheer up."
After a long time, Fan Shen responded in a dumb voice: "Okay." ” Zhusheng retreated again, made artificial rice boil water, and sent it to Fan Shen.
In today's big war, she shocked everyone with force, and everyone obeyed.
"Brother Chao."
Fan Shen patted the shoulder of the person in his arms, "Do you see it?"
"That's the one I chose."
"I'll give her your city."
Fan Shen finally let go of the man in his arms and stood up In the evening, the remnants of the Fengguo soldiers in the city were almost swept away.
A few were caught alive and sent to Fan Shen.
The city was established, and many of the people who had gone into hiding appeared.
Then some people blocked the gate of the city guard's house, and they were clamoring to see the city guard.
These were the officials of the city guard, and some of the great families of the city.
They wanted to see the castle guard, but Takesheng knew that the castle guard was dead.
She wasn't sure if to announce the news now, and hesitated slightly.
But she immediately decided to leave this matter to Fan Shen, according to her and his division of labor, it was time for him to come forward.
"Go and ask the gentleman to come."
She commanded.
Turning around again, she found several Pengcheng defenders standing quietly at the bottom of the steps, with their backs to her, and those in front of them, their hands pressed on the hilt of their swords.
Those people didn't dare to squeeze any further, and whispered with their heads bowed to their ears, or looked at Zhusheng in disbelief.
They knew that Pengcheng could be saved because of Zhusheng and the people she brought.
But those young village soldiers are no more, this woman with a big knife behind her waist is still a young woman.
When they dared to come out, the general trend had been decided, and they had not been able to catch a glimpse of Zhusheng holding a green blade.
When they saw that it was such a young woman who was in charge in the midst of the chaos, they could not help but feel uneasy, and they clamored to see the city guard.
But in less than a day, these local defenders who looked familiar to them, and some of them could even name their surnames, all longed for this woman Orthogonal head to ear, Fan Shen came out.
He was still wearing the blood-stained green shirt, but he cleaned his face and recombed his hair.
Fan Shen's appearance is not first-class, but his demeanor is definitely first-class.
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He appeared at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, without speaking, and he had a celebrity demeanor, which was already convincing.
When they saw him, they were relieved.
This Mr.
Fan Bo Chang Fan is indeed a famous man, and he is publicly admitted by the city guard as an old friend who has been friends for more than ten years.
When Pengcheng was attacked, he stepped forward to give advice for the defense of the city, and was a credible person who accompanied the city guard day and night.
"Mr.
Botsune," they shouted, "the castle keeper."
Mr.
Bochang did not answer directly, but first glanced around with his eyes.
This was the precursor to something important to say, and the crowd fell silent under his gaze, and they all looked at him intently.
In the golden light of the setting sun, Mr.
Bo Chang's eyes were like ink, and they were even more radiant than before.
"Guarding the city," his voice was a little hoarse and full of pain, "He has been martyred in the city." ” As soon as these words came out, there was silence at the bottom of the stairs, followed by a wail.
Some people choked, some people cried tears and snot, no matter what, they were all sincere, and it could be seen that this Chaocheng Shouxian was extremely popular.
Zhusheng stood beside Fan Shen, she knew that this turbulent situation needed political pacification.
She made up her mind that no matter what Fan Shen needed her to do later, she would cooperate.
It's not about whether she likes it or not, but in many cases, political showmanship is a must.
"Say to me before you go to the city," Fan Shen continued, "In this troubled world, the rule of culture is no longer enough.
Non-strong people are not enough to protect the people of Pengcheng. ” "The young master of my family came here to save Pengcheng from danger."
"Chaocheng guards the will, and Pengcheng supports the city."
Fan Shen suddenly turned to face Zhusheng, took a step back, and knelt down on one knee with a flick of his hem.
He took out a slap-sized thing tightly tied with silk cloth from his sleeve, held it high above his head, and said loudly: "The young master, please accept the seal."
Seven knives among the crowd were the first to react, and Cang Chang pulled out his knife and thrust it into the ground, even kneeling down on one knee and saying loudly: "Please accept the seal of the young master" Fan Shen Qidao has set an example, and the people of Gaojiabao know what to do even if they are fools.
For a while, the sound of Cang Chang was endless, and he knelt down.
The people of Pengcheng were shocked.
At this moment, a few of the guards who had obediently stopped in front of everyone earlier to prevent them from rushing into Zhusheng's defenders, and looked at each other a few times.
The first to draw a sword was a man who looked like a teenager.
In the afternoon, Zhu Sheng also said two words to him, knowing that his surname was Wu, he was only fifteen years old, his parents died, and he hired a matchmaker to tell him about the next family business.
"She's fine."
Faced with Zhusheng's inquiry, the young man grinned, "When we rushed over, the rebels were kicking the door of her house.
She was frightened when she hid in the house, but luckily we got there in time. ” What he didn't say was that it was thanks to the girl.
Because of the bamboo girl, he didn't die, and the second girl was fine.
"Please take the seal," Xiao Wu said loudly.
With the first person taking the lead, things will be easy.
There was another sound of swords drawn, and the defenders knelt down.
These people have all survived death today, and they have all witnessed the strength of the young woman.
As the city guard said, in this world, it is no longer enough to govern the country.
Deep down, these people longed for a strong man to lead them and protect them.
This is the case with animals like people.
First they live in groups, and then 99 out of 100 people want someone else to take on greater responsibilities and make those difficult decisions and choices.
Therefore, the "leader" is always a minority.
Compared with the more ordinary and weak masses, those who have a certain amount of wealth, or knowledge, or status, are more inclined to become the decision-makers, so as to seize greater power.
Therefore, the officials and wealthy families are the slowest group of people to express their attitude.
But no matter what they thought, all around them were swords.
Those knives represent an oath of allegiance.
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Finally, these people also nodded to the ground on one knee, clenched their fists and bowed their heads, and said, "Please ask the girl to be sealed."
Takesheng knows that political showmanship is inevitable. is the title of "young master", Fan Shen is the first time to use it.
It sounds like she's put on some kind of character with a big identity.
She was pondering this new name, and the plot was bloody.
Rao is Zhusheng has always been calm, looking at Fan Shen, who was kneeling in front of her on one knee and holding the seal high with both hands, the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.
What the hell is the city trusting each other, why are these people buying all of these exaggerated lines Fan Shen looked up at this time.
The two men looked at each other.
It was as if they had heard the sound of thunderbolts and sparks flying from the sight of each other.
At this moment, they are in the same mind.
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