At the critical moment, a horse flew out from behind Lu Xun.

There was a sound of clang, and the person shot away Chen Dao's attack. With one point of his spear, he and Chen Dao were fighting. The two horses staggered back and forth, either attacking or defending, which was dizzying.

Lu Xun tightened the reins and led the restless war horse back to the ground for a few steps, and then looked at the past carefully in shock.

It's senior brother!

The person who came was none other than Lu Xun's senior brother Han Zong.

It turned out that Han Zong led his troops to ambush at the gate on the other side of the camp. Seeing that no Han troops came for a long time, he knew that the Han troops had forced a breakout from Lu Xun's side, so he hurriedly led his troops over.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

Han Zong and Chen Dao fought fiercely for more than twenty rounds. The Chu army chasing Han Zong also arrived on the battlefield, and the situation suddenly changed.

Chen Dao had been on the battlefield for more than ten years, and he had a vicious vision. He could see at a glance that although Lu Xun commanded well, he lacked experience in battle, so he panicked and took the risk to turn around and fight back.

That's right, he was bullying young Lu Xun! If he could kill this man, the Chu army would be in chaos and they could retreat calmly.

However, he didn't expect that he still missed. The Chu army general who blocked him was still a handsome young man.

This can't help but make Chen Dao sigh with emotion, lamenting that they are so young, and lamenting that he has passed the age of passion and entered middle age.

Youth is easy to pass away, and time is easy to grow old.

Seeing that the Chu army's reinforcements had arrived, the soldiers of Bai'er Elite were greatly shaken. Chen Dao knew that this fiasco was doomed, so he could only take as many people as possible to escape and meet with Hu Ban, and then regain their morale and turn around to gather them.

of defeated troops.

Not daring to fight, Chen Dao hurriedly forced Han Zong away and turned around to run away.

"Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!"

"Strong wind!" "Strong wind!"

The Yulin Army roared, this was undoubtedly their victory!

The galloping cavalry roared past, but Lu Xun froze there, shame welling up in his heart.

After a fight, Han Zong knew that with his current strength, he could not defeat Chen Dao firmly, so he turned around and returned to Lu Xun's side.

"What's the matter with you? Although Chen Dao is very capable of commanding an army, his martial arts can only be ranked second-rate. With your ability, there is no problem in fighting him. Even if you are really defeated, you can still fight with the help of the crowd.

Soldiers help each other. We are on the battlefield, not in a school field!"

Perhaps because it was on the battlefield, Lu Xun wouldn't be so embarrassed if he were to fight in a school field.

At that moment, the screams echoing around him, the blood splattering in front of his eyes, and the bone-chilling murderous intent made Lu Xun feel timid for a moment.

Just this little hesitation almost cost him his life.

It was just a matter of a moment!

Lu Xun's hands trembled slightly. He forced himself to calm down, lowered his head and clasped his fists in shame.

"Thank you, senior brother!"

Seeing Lu Xun like this, Han Zong couldn't blame him anymore. If he was talking about the embarrassing things he did on the battlefield for the first time, he was ten times more unbearable than Lu Xun.

"No need to thank me, I hate you very much."

Needless to say, Han Zong also knew that Lu Xun didn't have much interaction with each other even though they were both disciples of Ji Shu.

Lu Xun understood very well that this was Han Zong's deliberate alienation from him. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't think of anything to say, but it seemed like something was stuck in his throat.

This is also a matter of course.

After he, Lu Xun, rebelled against the family in Jiangdong, it was natural for him to be hated by others.

He could only answer forcefully.

"The Lu family owes the Han family too much. It's right for my senior brother to hate me. Lu Xun will definitely repay this kindness in the future."

"ah?"

Han Zong was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Lu Xun turned around and left dejectedly, he quickly grabbed Lu Xun's reins.

"Hey, stop!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Indeed, I hated you at first. After all, you are from the Lu family. But after so many years, we have eaten from the same pot, lived in the same military camp, trained together, and now we have killed enemies together. We have become

Comrades whose lives depend on each other."

Otherwise, why should I save you?

"You have apologized enough for the Lu family! I no longer care about the grievances of my father's generation."

"Let's just say that our Yulin Army has added more brothers in recent years than the servants and tenant farmers who surrendered to the rebellious families back then. We don't have what we should eat and drink. Who do you think you look down on when you see someone? Who still does now?

Have you ever given me a roll of your eyes?"

"Don't blame yourself for those old things in the future. It's in the past!"

Already passed?

Lu Xun raised his head and looked at Han Zong, his eyes widened.

The stone that had been weighing the heaviest on my heart for so many years unexpectedly fell to the ground at some point!

Lu Xun felt his heart suddenly relax, his eyes brightened, and he suddenly wanted to cry.

Han Zong didn't know what his inadvertent words meant to Lu Xun. After saying this, he was about to give the order to withdraw his troops. Hou Cheng's order to him was to support Lu Xun's troops in defeating the remaining Han army, and then rush to the main battlefield as soon as possible.

The fight is almost done now, and the remaining hundreds of fish that have slipped through the net are not worth spending so much effort to pursue. It is better to rush to the main battlefield as soon as possible.

But this time it was Lu Xun who held Han Zong back.

"Senior brother, since you no longer hate me, why do you still hate me?"

"ah?"

Han Zong frowned, a little annoyed, annoyed that Lu Xun didn't know!

"Of course it's because I am the teacher's eldest disciple, but the teacher's most valued student is you!"

Just for this?

Seeing Han Zongyi speak righteously about his jealousy, Lu Xun suddenly felt an inexplicable anxiety.

What is this?

For so many years, I have always felt that I owed Han Zong. I feel like a fool if I can't hold my head up in front of him!

"asshole!"

Lu Xun's sudden roar startled Han Zong, and he heard Lu Xun yell angrily.

"I just envy you!"

"If you make a mistake, the teacher will patiently correct you and teach you what is right."

"But the teacher always looks forward to me, as if I can do anything well! This scares me, so I have to think over and over again before doing something, for fear of disappointing the teacher! I often stay up all night because I haven't thought about the answer well.

I can't sleep at night, do you know how much I envy you?"

"Asshole! Now you tell me that this is why you hate me and alienate me!"

Who doesn’t have sorrow in this world?

Everyone has their own troubles,

Han Zong froze, his mouth slightly open as he stood there dumbly.

"Yeah...I'm sorry."

Han Zong hesitated for a long time, and then apologized for some reason. After saying that, he stretched out his fist and said again.

"However, you are still far behind. Even if the teacher thinks you are better, I will let you know in the future that your senior brother will always be your senior brother."

Lu Xun thought to himself that maybe he should have talked more with his senior brother. He smiled slightly and stretched out his hand, and his two fists touched together.

"Then senior brother, you have to work hard, I will catch up soon."

"snort!"

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In the distance, the armies of Chu and Han were fighting together, shouting "kill" to shake the sky.

Ji Shu looked at the battlefield coldly. The sounds of the battlefield reached his ears like the chirping of cicadas at night or the sound of water drops on a rainy day, but he couldn't make any waves in his heart.

He stared at the battlefield intently, thinking of only one thing.

Not even close.

They are one victory away.

Fight on the frontal battlefield with enemies who also bear the name of elite, and then win.

This victory will be deeply remembered in their minds, imprinted in their bones, and become their glory, their history, and their souls.

Then they will become a real elite!
To be continued...