Chapter 97 Waking up at the Wrong Time

This is an illusion, or perhaps it is a history that happened in the distant past. You were born before I was born, so how could these people really remember him?

"Help me load two more crossbows."

Hu Min touched the quiver behind him, and there were only the last two arrows left: "One for you, one for me." If it weren't for the box of County Magistrate Sun, these consumables would have been used up long ago.

He helped He Lingchuan fill the arrows: "Do you have any last words to say?"

"Yes." He Lingchuan raised the crossbow and aimed it at the chariot formation, "I just want to know why County Magistrate Sun ran away with the trap?"

Several Dafeng soldiers on the side laughed when they heard this, and Hu Min couldn't help but look at him twice more: "Those who go back alive can find out the reason and burn paper to inform us, how about that?"

"I think it's okay."

With a crisp sound, the carriage was smashed, and the last line of defense was about to be broken.

From He Lingchuan's perspective, the companions in front of him were slightly hunched over, half-crouching in horse stance, ready to meet the surging enemy tide.

He supported the river bank earth wall and stood up straight.

If this was the last battle, he shouldn't lie down and die.

"Swish", the last arrow took away an enemy.

With his accuracy, it was not wasted.

The Baling people rushed over like a tide.

He Lingchuan threw down his crossbow, drew his long sword, and strode forward.

It was time for close combat again.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

A Baling person just rushed in front of He Lingchuan, and before the latter drew his sword, something fell from the sky and knocked down his enemy.

This was a short-haired strange bird nearly three feet tall, with a sharp beak and broken teeth, wings like bat wings, and sharp claws on the wing tips.

Its wingspan reached an astonishing two feet.

As soon as it landed, it screamed "Ga", which made He Lingchuan's eardrums hurt.

The friendly army was fine, and many Baling people covered their ears and staggered two steps. Obviously, this thing had a sonic attack. If it weren't for the blessing of the Sheji Order, ordinary people would have been knocked down and unconscious.

He Lingchuan was also stunned.

This thing looks so familiar, isn't it the demon bird in the Panlong illusion?

Of course, this thing is still a little different from the Panlong illusion, such as being much smaller, and no longer pale, it is a living creature, and its eyes can also move around...

And He Lingchuan is very sure that it is not transformed from a group of bats.

But the thing that exists in the illusion actually appears here, which means that -

Hu Min on the ground shouted: "Reinforcements are coming!"

His voice was full of ecstasy after surviving a disaster.

Almost at the same time, a long and exciting horn sounded behind the Baling Army.

Standing on the hillside, everyone can see the commotion behind the enemy with the help of the lightning in the sky.

It seems that an army suddenly cut in from behind, with flags flying.

Commander Xiao also waved his gun and shouted: "Brothers, hold on, General Hong is coming!"

General Hong!

This name is like magic, which immediately injected new vitality into the tired soldiers.

Everyone felt that the sword that was about to be unable to hold suddenly became light again.

He Lingchuan chopped down an enemy and his body swayed twice.

He had long been at the end of his strength, and every breath he took affected his chest; the effect of the medicine had worn off, and every movement was painful.

Commander Xiao had time to help him up, patted his chest and said: "Hold on, we won!"

Nothing could be better than these four words.

The dawn of victory was just ahead, in the reinforcement team that showed its claws and fangs and was like a dragon entering the sea.

He Lingchuan couldn't help but climb up the big rock to see what the legendary Red General looked like.

Logically, the Red General should be under the fluttering blood-red flag.

He looked down along the flag, and suddenly, the world spun.

...

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no-ah!"

He Lingchuan turned over and sat up, roaring, scaring the servants beside him.

"What are you doing?" He Lingchuan glared at him.

Almost, just a little bit, he could see the Red General!

He Lingchuan was so angry that his lungs almost exploded when he was woken up at this time.

"Young Master, calm down, calm down!" The servant stammered. The young master's mood when he woke up was too terrible. "The master asked you to go to the side hall immediately. There is an important announcement. The lady and the second young master are already here."

"Important, what important thing?"

"I don't know, but the master is very anxious."

"I know!" He Lingchuan raised his hand to wave him away, rubbing his face in frustration.

It was already dawn, and the wind was gentle and bright outside. The old osmanthus tree was full of fallen petals, and a few petals quietly flew into the house.

It was a peaceful morning, just like always. No one knew that He Lingchuan had dreamed of Panlong, where he spent a bloody and long night.

Oh, the left hand.

He raised his left hand and moved his fingers.

Well, it was intact and still flexible.

It was indeed a dream, although the pain was too real. But that kind of injury could not be brought into reality at all, so he was relieved.

He Lingchuan calmed down and got up to dress.

Did the Gale Army win the battle on the riverbed?

There should be no suspense.

Commander Xiao promised him that he could join the city army if he returned to the city alive.

He didn't want to be a city soldier, but maybe he could get closer to these soldiers.

It's a pity that after quitting, the favorability he had gained all night would be reduced to zero, right?

He Lingchuan sighed, and when he was buttoning his clothes, he suddenly found that the divine bone pendant hanging on his chest actually emitted a faint red light.

"Huh? What's going on?"

He took up the divine bone and looked at it carefully, but it was not shining again, as if the flash just now was just his illusion.

It usually has no sense of existence, which is inconsistent with its resounding name. It only triggers the passive effect in the Panlong Illusion, helping him to exempt from the blazing body burning magic performed by Sun Fuping.

He Lingchuan grabbed it and pinched it left and right, and then poured in his true energy, but there was no abnormality.

Forget it, let's go to the side hall.

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The family gathered around the dining table, in harmony. As soon as He Lingchuan stepped into the side hall, He Chunhua waved to him and said with a spring breeze: "Come on, there is good news!"

He Lingchuan walked over and pulled out a chair: "Dad, are you pregnant?"

The old housekeeper brought him a bowl of mutton soup noodles. The soup was simmered for two hours, served with hand-rolled noodles, and dipped in some tender green chives. It looked plain, but it was actually rich.

He Lingchuan sat down and slurped a few chopsticks. Well, it was refreshing!

Then again, his appetite seemed to have grown again, and one or two bowls were definitely not enough.

He Yue did not argue with him today, but said: "It is indeed a good thing."

Even Madam Ying smiled with her lips pursed, looking very happy.

"The memorial has arrived in the capital, and the court and the public are shocked!" He Chunhua said word by word, "Because of my meritorious service in suppressing the rebellion, especially killing the traitor Sun Fuping, the royal court ordered me to be promoted to the governor of Xiazhou, and I will set off immediately!"

He put a tube of documents on the table: "The order has arrived, and the reward is on the way."

He Lingchuan slapped his thigh, his face full of joy: "I have jumped several levels and ascended to heaven in one step! Dad, our family has become rich."