Chapter 78: Feng Yiyue (Seeking follow-up reading)
After Lu Yuan watched the officers and soldiers retreat, he stopped attacking.

There is no need for this.

Their first goal was to go south to Muzhou.

If we pursue them and kill a few officers and soldiers, we will also lose our own soldiers.

This is a losing business for Lu Yuan.

At this time, on the battlefield, the soldiers used their swords and guns to hack to death the officers and soldiers who were lying on the ground and were still breathing.

Help the injured soldier up and bandage him.

Those pawns who had never experienced a battle were now filled with excitement and had blood boiling on their faces.

Their first battle was against such elite soldiers, and they won!

Killing the leading officers and soldiers, three thousand soldiers fought against fifteen hundred elite soldiers, and achieved a one-for-one exchange or even more results!

You know, these are government soldiers!

This made them feel a sense of identity with this brigade!

Recognize that you are already a real warrior!

They also knew that this was all because they were following a strong man like the Brigade Commander!
If it weren't for the brigade commander, who killed the leading officer and soldier with a thunderous force and continued to charge among the officers and soldiers, greatly undermining their morale, they would never have been able to achieve such a record!

Whether injured or not, they all looked at the lazy figure riding the horse with admiration.

As for Zhou An, Meng Yan, Song Wen, Xu Changqing, Zhou Qing, Ma Zongwei and others, they followed in a humble manner and witnessed everything along the way. Naturally, they had no doubts about the strength of the brigade commander.

After this battle, the soldiers were even more proud to follow a leader like Lu Yuan.

Li Qi, on the other hand, looked at Lu Yuan with burning eyes.

The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

What the king's army lacks is a brave general like this! !
The general camp of the town army.

Inside the big tent.

The old general with white hair and beard was looking at the map in the big tent, wondering which route the bandits would take if they broke through from Yunzhou to Youzhou, and at which position they would be more effective in blocking them.

At this moment, the curtain of the big tent was lifted and someone rushed in.

The old general looked up and was about to angrily demand who was so ignorant of the rules and walked straight into the general's tent without notifying anyone.

However, when he saw the blood-covered figure in the old soldier's arms, his eyes seemed to be fixed on it and he could not take his eyes away.

The gray-bearded old soldier, holding the captain's body, his beard trembling, knelt down with a thud.

With tears in his eyes he said:
"Master! I deserve to die for failing to protect the Third Young Master. Please, General, grant me death!!"

The general of Zhenjun, whose hair and beard were all white, seemed to be unable to hear any sound at this time.

In my eyes, there was only that person who had closed his eyes and had a long streak of dried blood flowing from his hair, dyeing his entire face red.

Dead people.

The old general squatted down and took the young man's somewhat stiff body from the old soldier.

He put the young man between his legs and used his hands with thick knuckles but lines of old wrinkles to smooth down the blood-stained, messy hair on the young man's head.

"Boom!"

The old soldier slammed his head on the ground and howled miserably:
"I am incompetent, please kill me, sir!!"

The old general held the stiff corpse in his arms and stroked the cold skin.

"Dying on the battlefield is a worthy death, who can I blame?"

It seemed as if he was speaking to the old slave on the ground, but also as if he was speaking to himself.

His pair of tiger eyes stared at his son's motionless body, somewhat dazed.

The old soldier, after hearing what the old general said, could no longer control himself, tears rolled down his cheeks, and he sobbed softly.

He entered the master's house when he was young. At that time, he was a general, not yet a general, but he was also a well-known strong soldier in the Daqian army.

With the crescent-shaped sword in his hand, he suppressed countless rebellious criminals.

Finally, he entered the imperial court and was given the title of General of the Zhenjun Army.

The master is extremely brave and has few rivals in the army.

From a young and brave general to an old man with white hair and beard, he is almost invincible and does not even have many scars.

But, the master had three sons.

The eldest son was entrusted with an important task when he was still a minor, to wipe out a large mountain stronghold that was committing all kinds of evil.

He was hacked to death by the leader of the mountain stronghold.

The second young master was in charge of a government office at a young age, but he died in a riot. Before he could make a great career, he was surrounded and killed by the leaders of the rioters, thus ending his career.

Although the third son was not as dazzling as the second son, he was successfully promoted to the position of captain based on his military merits.

The master brought the third young master with him this time because he had high hopes for him and hoped that he would protect the third young master and inherit the position of the general of the garrison army.

The old general had made great military achievements and served the court his entire life. His two sons also died in battle for the court.

Therefore, even if everything goes smoothly, the emperor might still have mercy on the old general and pass the post of Zhenjun General to the third son.

However, the Third Young Master was very ambitious and was not content to merely inherit his master's position as general, but wanted to go further.

Therefore, even in the military camp, he always took the lead, wanting to gain military merit and prove that he was stronger than his master.

All of this is actually the case.

The third young master made several great contributions in the military camp.

It seems that everything is developing in the direction that the master expected. Even the only remaining son may really be able to climb higher than him.

Unexpectedly, this time, he would encounter such a fierce bandit. After only two rounds, the Third Young Master was killed.

Everything, everything the master expected and the third young master wanted, all came to nothing.

The entire Feng family has no grandchildren yet, the family bloodline has been cut off, and only the master is left.

The old soldier was filled with deep regret, regretting his own uselessness that had allowed things to come to this point!
Let the master endure such pain!!
The general of Zhenjun gently placed his son's body on the ground.

He sat on the ground, his eyes never leaving his son.

The old soldier with gray beard knew that the old general would stay with the Third Young Master until tomorrow morning.

He knelt down and moved backwards, trying to leave the tent.

"Stay here. Your son is not with you anymore. Come with me this time."

The old general's eyes were still on his son, and some weak voice reached the old soldier's ears.

The old soldier suddenly stopped crouching, tears streaming down his face.

When the eldest son died, the master and the second and third sons were with him.

When the Second Young Master's body, covered in wounds, was brought back, the Master and the Third Young Master were there to accompany him.

Now, the Third Young Master is gone, Master, you no longer have a son to accompany you.

Tears as big as beans fell from his yellow eyeballs, and he fell to the ground, motionless.

“I was named Yue, and when I was young, I was full of passion and only wanted to serve the court.

I have fought all my life, and no matter how strong the enemy was, I was never afraid, and I only wished to die on the battlefield.

When he was thirty years old, he was granted the title of General of the Zhenjun Army, which brought him great glory.

I have always believed that since I was given the title of Yue-ye and received such an honor, my life was no longer worth mentioning. As the Feng family was established, I should repay the emperor's grace.

The Feng family should not fear life or death.

Until the eldest son's head
I just realized that I was named Yue, but in fact, I am old.
I am no longer afraid of anything like I was when I was young.
"

The old soldier lay on the ground, listening to his master's words, which only his son should hear, and his shoulders twitched.

"Just keep an eye on them."

(End of this chapter)