Fuxianting se derrumbaba, Xiao Chiyiá stood there with his heart about to fly out of him!He hooked the eaves with one arm and unknowingly kicked someone's head as he climbed up onto the second tier, racing for his life.
As he leaped, he grabbed Shen Zecuán, dragged him along by force, and then used his arms to shield him completely.
With his back hitting the ridge of the roof forcefully, tiles scattered everywhere.
Chényang stopped his horse and swung his whip, shouting urgently: "Tiger, catch the person!" Xiao Chiyiá gasped heavily, his numb arm supporting his body as sweat trickled down his neck.
In the gap between falling debris, he frantically pushed aside Shen Zecuán's hair with trembling fingers to check if he was still breathing.
He cursed indistinctly and held onto Shen Zecuán tightly, squeezing him so hard that Shen Zecuán coughed intermittently in the smoke and dust.
Dàn tái hu had already caught up to the front of the building, untied the reins from Niàng Táoxuě's saddle, and shouted: "Master!" Xiao Chiyiá jumped down, landing on the roof tiles.
Gǔ Jin tried to help but raised his arm to block it, refusing to hand Shen Zecuán over to anyone else.
While mounting his horse, he took the cape from Chényang and covered Shen Zecuán with it.
Xiao Chiyiá's profile was hard and cold as he lightly patted Dàn tái hu on the back, making him straighten up.
He said in a chilly voice: "This is your brother's battlefield." Dàn tái hu silently wiped the blood from his face.
Xiao Chiyiá’s eyes were stern when he said: "Dàn tái hu, let’s go home."El Palacio Wang de Jianxing fue quemado una vez más, y el fuego continuó ardiendo con los sonidos de la batalla hasta el amanecer.
En las calles de Dengzhou, la sangre roja fluía como un delgado río entre los ciudadanos comunes que permanecían escondidos en sus hogares, sin atreverse a mirar afuera.
A las 3:00 PM, las tropas de Cizhou comenzaron a limpiar el campo de batalla y a arrastrar los cuerpos a un área abierta para su eliminación.
Dàn tái hu was eating;he had just come down from the battle without washing his face, squatting by the corridor with other soldiers to scarf down their meal.
Chényang ordered a cook from the Yan Shi clinic to prepare food for the troops, who had been marching and fighting until dawn, hungry enough that they could eat through their chests.
"Zang war is fun," Dàn tái hu wiped his mouth.
"But wild war is fun too, but not as much." "The master was prescient," Gǔ Jin bit into a steamed bun.
"Not giving the imperial guards iron armor last night would have made things difficult for them." They were resting;no one lifted the curtain in the main hall.
Chényang asked Ding Tao nervously: "How did the young master get up on that tall building?Why didn’t you come with him?" Ding Tao lowered his head and remained silent.
Feisheng, several others, had been injured and hastily bandaged.
They were kneeling in the courtyard awaiting punishment with their upper bodies exposed as they waited to be scolded for their injuries.
But the Jinyiwei had performed splendidly last night, preventing Leigjingzhe from advancing up the stairs;two people died, as Feisheng said, and became famous overnight!No one could look down on them anymore;they were truly skilled soldiers.
Inside the main hall, Kōng Ling stood by the side, waiting respectfully.
He knew that Xiao Chiyiá was feeding Shen Zecuán medicine from inside.
After a while, a servant came out with a bowl and bowed to Kōng Ling before retreating.
Xiao Chiyiá pushed aside the curtain, dried his hands on a cloth, and said to Kōng Ling: "Nothing...