Gao Jin was also anxious after waiting for Xia Fengguo's army to support him. He was not only worried about the safety of Lin's mansion, but also worried that the morale of the army would be unstable and food and grass would become even more scarce when he dragged it like this;

Both armies were waiting for their respective reinforcements to arrive, so they just confronted each other every day and had no intention of attacking first.

On this day, Gao Jin couldn't help it, so he ordered the army in the position to take the initiative to attack and attract Li Tong'an's sight as much as possible, so that he could launch a sneak attack in the west. He did not think that such a method was shameful, because on the battlefield, he never talked about despicableness, only victory or defeat.

Under the pressure of the enemy, Song Jingran finally had no way to retreat and launched the last battle in front of Liangcheng.

The war drums were everywhere, and the scene of wolf smoke was rolling on again. The air was filled with the breath of death, and the sorrow of souls was entangled in the breath, and the sorrow became stronger in the blood. The god of death quickly shuttled through the battlefield of tens of thousands of people, and wanted to lead the vivid lives.

Although the god of death is everywhere, the soldiers still maintain their heroic struggle. They cannot see the direction of the god of death, and they dare not pause. If they are not careful, they may be unfortunately descended by the god of death;

Therefore, they had to rush forward without hesitation, and the belief and enemy in their hearts were their true god of death.

Song Jingran led an army of less than 20,000 people to resist as many as his own army and horses; in the evening, the war finally stopped, and the two armies suffered heavy casualties;

Song Jingran's troops were almost wiped out, and the enemy suffered heavy casualties, but they already had a large number of troops, so now it is enough to destroy himself into hell.

Fortunately, the enemy did not force each other, but surrounded them under Liangcheng. They should have a courage to win, rested for a night, and then beat them all in one go. After all, after a day of war, no matter how physical strength it is, it is difficult to consume.

Song Jingran, with less than five thousand remaining men, chose to set up a simple camp near Liangcheng under the enemy's encirclement; the injured men and horses took care of each other's medicine;

Song Jingran was also covered in scars, as was the case with Shadow, Dark Guard and Lin Mo. Dark Night's arm injury has gradually healed and improved under Lin Mo's conditioning. However, in this battle, Song Jingran did not let him be the main force, so he was not injured.

At this time, Lin Mo treated his injuries and was helping Song Jingran treat the wound; she took off her heavy armor and Song Jingran's body was obviously weakened a lot;

He sat at the table, between his white and exposed chest muscles, a broken arrow was deeply pierced in his flesh, and the surroundings were already covered with blood and blood.

Lin Mo was beside him, holding a sharp flashing dagger in his hand, then burned it on the lantern seedlings aside, and said with a serious face, "It may be a little painful, bear it."

Song Jingran nodded heavily, sweat beads were already emitting from his forehead, his sword eyebrows were furrowed solemnly, his face was as gray as ordinary people could not imagine. The feeling of a sharp arrow being stuck in his flesh for a day, and he had to use force to fight and kill the enemy.

Lin Mo picked up the small bowl on the table, drank the wine, and then sprayed it on Song Jingran's wound with arrows;

Although Song Jingran made a sound, his already frown eyebrows deepened a little deeper. Lin Mo glanced at him, held the handle of the arrow, and pulled the arrow out neatly.

Song Jingran rubbed her teeth tightly, her face was as pale as paper, her hands tightly grasped her joints and turned pale, and the sweat beads between her forehead seemed yellow. She took a deep breath and slowly vomited it after a long time.

While he was still in the numbness after pain, Lin Mo used the fastest speed to remove the infected dead flesh around the wound, applied medicine, and did a careful bandage;

After everything was handled, I felt scared. If the arrow was a little bit off, it would hurt the heart, and even the miracle doctor could not save him.

Lin Mo took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Song Jingran, saying, "I'll give you this one to take one pill a day."

Song Jingran nodded and took the medicine bottle casually. He was so tired that he could no longer think about the war because he had no way out. If Gao Jin could not open the city gate and let them enter the city, then they would be the only way to die in the battlefield.

"Amo, thanks to your help these days, I really don't know what to thank you for."

Lin Mo's lips outlined a little bit, "I'm a brother, so don't thank you."

Song Jingran showed a hint of relief and then disappeared into her eyes, "A Mo, you know the current situation, I don't want you to accompany me to die here, take good care of Xuan'er, give her the life she wants as much as possible, and say something to her for me..."

Song Jingran paused for a moment, and the words "I love her" in his mouth were swallowed back again, "I'm sorry." It seemed like there were thousands of words, but every time it was replaced or summarized by a sentence "I'm sorry".

"Why don't you tell her by yourself?" Lin Mo glanced at Song Jingran, who was silently lowered his eyes, and said, "You never knew what she wanted."

And he was inexplicably happy, just because there was love between them, no matter how sooner or later it was, as long as it was just right.

Song Jingran glanced at Lin Mo thoughtfully, and kept asking himself in his heart, what did she want? What could she give her? He once rejected her indifferently, and then asked her ruthlessly. Then he misunderstood again and again, deeply hurting her, and while pushing her into someone else's arms;

Now that everything is clear, she is someone else's wife, and what else can she do? If repentance is a punishment for herself, then let yourself suffer. After this night of pain, tomorrow when the sun rises, it will be his life's liberation.

Lin Mo couldn't bear to see him in such pain, but he didn't deliberately stimulate him. He just wanted him to face the true emotions in his heart, whether they love or not, they shouldn't be so indecisive, which is irresponsible to each other.

"I will take care of Xuan'er, not because of you, but because she is my sister. I can't give her the life she wants, but I will try to make her happy. I won't bring any words to her for you, because..." Lin Mo looked at Song Jingran and said, "You don't deserve her." After that, Lin Mo got up and left, hoping that his words could touch him, and that's all he could do.

Song Jingran sat in a daze. The pain in his heart had already overwhelmed the pain in his body. He silently decided that if the war ended, he would be brave and selfish for her once. Even if he was not kind to Gao Jin, Gao Jin would be heartbroken and fulfilled them.

After Lin Mo left, he was fascinated by the dark night. The silver mask seemed particularly dazzling in the night. After understanding Lin Xuaner and Song Jingran, he sincerely hoped that they would face each other. For Gao Jin, he believed that he was sincere to Lin Xuaner, but the importance of love lies in love. If you are only in love or being loved, not only two people will be destroyed, but more.

At dawn the next day, Lin Mo took Song Jingran's military token and appointed Song Jingran to lead the army on the grounds that Song Jingran was seriously injured. Although some people were confused, they mainly used military orders and did not dare to refuse.

Lin Mo then led the remaining people to the battlefield. After a night of careful consideration, he decided to give hopeful people a chance. For those who have died like him, "death" is no longer a fear. As long as the living can be happy, even if they die, they will die as much as possible.

The morning sun shone into the tent from the gap in the curtain. Song Jingran slowly woke up from his drowsy and tiredness, stood up with difficulty, shook his heavy head. That night, he slept so drowsy.

At this time, a soldier opened the curtain and walked in. Song Jingran couldn't open his eyes with the dazzling warm sun.

"General, you are awake." The soldier put the basin of water in his hand on the table.

"When is the time now?" Song Jingran asked, and then he realized that it was a little unnecessary. The sun was shining high, far beyond the time when he usually got up.

"It's almost time to go back to the general." The soldier said and put the brocade handkerchief soaked in water on the ground.

Song Jingran took it thoughtfully and wiped it on his face, and suddenly realized that it was particularly quiet outside, "How is the situation of the army today?"

The soldier was slightly stunned, "The army has already gone to fight with General Zhong."

Because Lin Mo deliberately concealed his identity, he showed it to others as Zhong A Chou.

"What..." Song Jingran stood up excitedly, touched the wound, and let out another "hiss". It was like a bolt from the blue. No wonder he slept dead all night. I think it was Lin Mo who made trouble. It seemed that he had prepared for it.

"General Zhong said..." Before the soldiers finished speaking, Song Jingran had left, "Oh... General, you can't go." The soldier grabbed Song Jingran, who was still unstable.

"Get out..." Song Jingran threw the soldiers away and walked out of the camp as fast as possible. There were only a few left-behind soldiers, and his Hummer was gone. It seemed that Lin Mo was determined to die for him. He was anxious and worried. There were too many things, so he could no longer describe it. As long as Lin Mo was safe, he could die immediately. He could no longer owe the Lin Mansion, otherwise he would be uneasy forever.

Suddenly, a harsh cry, Song Jingran wandered back and forth anxiously here. His hummer was spiritual. After so many years, he had already had each other's secret codes;

In just a moment, a Hummer appeared and rushed towards him. Before reaching Song Jingran, he stopped his pace in time. Song Jingran jumped and drove away with his horse.

Lin Mo had already killed a lot, and there were corpses everywhere, with strong blood, which made people feel sick.

The number of people on the battlefield was significantly reduced, but the shouts of killing were still constant; in the chaos, Lin Mo's mount and the mount of the dark guard were fighting in the middle, with Shadow and Dark Night on the left, and General Wang and several deputy generals resisting.

Seeing that the troops gradually diminished, everyone was under a lot of pressure. With the initial thoughts, they were born on the battlefield and died on the battlefield, and they would never retreat.
Chapter completed!