After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 311

  Chapter 311 Heaven will not perish for you and me

  He looked down, and the thought that popped up was exactly the same as that of He Chunhua:

  How did this kid get here?

   However, this strange bird has limited strength after all, and it barely flies in a rainy day, and its wings are wet. Carrying two men flying, it can barely hold on by gritting its teeth; now it is airborne with a strong man with a dragon and a tiger, how can it stand it?

  Although it fluttered its wings crazily, it still fell crookedly towards the flood.

  Dong Rui was scared out of his wits, but the two of them shrank under the belly of the bird together. He couldn't attack, so he could only helplessly shout: "Let go, let go!"

  Every time he meets this father and son, why is he so unlucky?

   Injustice!

  He Lingchuan's voice came from under the bird's belly, and he heard clearly: "Go back to land, or die together!"

  He even used such a life-saving stunt as Li Daitao's stiffness, and what was stuffed in his father's belt just now was the ghost and cicada. If he falls into the flood again, he will only die.

  Dong Rui didn't dare to be stubborn any more, he snapped the strange bird's head towards the land, and ordered it to fly back.

  However, it couldn't bear the weight of the three men, and it got closer and closer to the land, but it flew lower and lower. He Lingchuan's insteps felt cold, and the water covered his ankles.

  Looking around, there is a swamp in front of my eyes. Where is there any highland, and where is there any river bank?

  Where is there any army?

  There is only a rolling flood.

  He Chunhua was shocked, subconsciously struggled up, He Lingchuan shouted: "Don't move!"

  It's a pity that it's too late, the strange bird is already exhausted, how can it stand him swaying around? With a loud squawk, he fell into the water helplessly.

  The violent water waves are not polite, they rushed over and pushed them down.

  It's useless to be able to swim. He Chunhua drank several sips of water, couldn't see anything, and in a panic, something seemed to be scratched on his hand.

  The man who fell into the water subconsciously grasped the straw.

   It turned out that this was a dwarf tree growing on the edge of the rocky ground. Half of the branches were washed away by the flood and swayed wildly.

   Fortunately, its root system is still strong, and it seems no problem to bear a He Chunhua.

  He was still holding his son's trousers with one hand.

   Looking up, Dong Rui is holding the strange bird, and one of the strange bird's claws is still hooked on He Lingchuan, and the three are entangled.

   "Chuan'er, grab...grab me..." He Chunhua wanted to say "grab my hand", but He Lingchuan was hit by the strong current and couldn't even bend his waist.

  The weight of three people and one bird, coupled with the huge momentum of the water, all fell on He Chunhua now.

  Even though he still had some cultivation, he felt like his arms were about to split within two seconds, and he could barely hold on.

   To make matters worse, the dwarf tree also started to loosen.

  He Lingchuan raised his arm, aimed at the trunk of a dwarf tree and shot a sleeve arrow, intending to pull it back along the rope.

  Unexpectedly, a big wave hit, and the ferocious force directly missed the sleeve arrow.

  "..." How can you recite it like this?

  The trouble is, the hook and the sleeve arrow are combined into one, so he can't shoot the second shot!

  The kite people on the shore finally found out what was going on here. Wu Shaoyi strode over and shouted, "Rope, bring the rope!"

   Unfortunately, it was too late.

  Another wave came, unexpectedly carrying a wild bull, the huge body of the bull directly hit Dong Rui.

   That force made him straighten his eyes.

  These wild bulls did not escape the clutches of the flood, and no matter how powerful they were at ordinary times, they had no choice but to wait to die at this time.

   With a "hiss", He Lingchuan's trouser legs broke.

  The flood instantly swept two people, a bird, and a cow out four or five feet away, leaving only a rag in He Chunhua's hand.

   "Chuan'er..." He Chunhua couldn't believe it.

  The kite man on the shore threw the rope, pulled up the branches of the dwarf tree, and finally rescued He Chunhua.

  At this time, the drifting belt composed of endless branches, stones, and sand rolled down from the upper reaches, sweeping past the place where He Chunhua just stopped.

  There is only one old saying that can describe the mighty posture:

   Endless falling trees.

   No one can survive this indiscriminate attack, no one.

   And only a few breaths away, He Chunhua died.

  He stood on the shore like a drowned rat, dripping water all over his body, but his heart was empty.

  The son is gone.

  And there are hurried whistles and shouts around—

   This battle is not over yet!

  Seeing his pale face and dull eyes, Wu Shaoyi could only comfort him: "My lord's condolences! We should retreat!"

   Falling into such a flood, unless Da Luo Jinxian, no one can survive, right?

   What kind of sky-reaching spell was used to create the "Flooded Kite Army" New Year's Blessing?

  However, the New Year's celebration at this time is also a bitter experience:

  This flood... can't stop!

  Seeing that Yuan Jun has become a drowned chicken, his goal has been achieved, so he wants to close the bottle.

   However, the method of closing the bottle was pinched and pinched again, and the water in the bottle showed no sign of stopping at all, and it was still rushing violently!

   And it has been crazily absorbing his true strength and energy, greedy like a giant elephant that hasn't drunk water for three days.

   "Damn it, take it for me, take it, take it!"

   The bottle doesn't listen to him.

  It was only then that he remembered Hong Chenglue's reminder back then:

  Although the Lvyi bottle is only a high imitation of the ancient Yunshui bottle, it has a strong temper and is not inferior to the original.

  Kenian Zanli thinks that being tempered means being arrogant, this thing **** up energy and doesn't make any difference to him. If he hadn't cultivated for many years, and his true strength was strong, he might not be sucked into a light and fluffy person right now.

  However, he only now understands Hong Chenglue's words. Ordinary people want to control this bottle, but they can't send and receive freely!

   In desperation, he had no choice but to point the mouth of the Luyi bottle at the main road of the Han River.

  However, the water of the Han River has risen sharply after a period of low tide, and now adding the big water in the green bottle is a double flood configuration, directly stacking the next two waves of flood peaks.

  Especially the peak of the first wave, the waves were as high as four feet (thirteen meters)!

  At this time, the south bank of the Han River was already flooded with flood waters. The flood waters found a smooth path here, and when they came here, they rushed southward desperately.

  Nian Zanli watched Tu'an being directly crushed by the four-foot-high flood peak, and the soldiers who had just escaped from death and climbed up here, whether they were Xunzhou people or Yuan soldiers, were sucked into the water at the same time.

   There are countless black spots in the turbid water.

  Each black dot represents a living person struggling desperately.

  Each black dot also represents fleeting life.

  Because of the surging waves, these black spots were pressed under the water...

  Furthermore, the flood continued to erode the soil bank, and the running speed of the living people on the bank was not as fast as the river bank collapsed!

  The year's tribute was heart-wrenching.

   Those were all his soldiers. The army he had painstakingly built and the generals he promoted over the years were washed away by the flood.

   But he still had to hold on to the bottle firmly, not daring to let it go.

   He didn't know how many times he had pinched the tactic, he read it until his mouth was numb, and the bottle suddenly stopped.

  No water came out.

   Year's praise trembled and took two steps back, unable to put his hands down for a while.

  He wanted to give an order, but when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spewed out.

   Shortness of breath.

  The soldiers on the side rushed over to support him: "General, general?!"

  He seems to have heard the words of the Nian Zanli: "Hong Chenglue, you bastard, you cheated me!"

  After repeating this several times, Nian Zanli gasped and said: "Chasing, chasing Yuanjun, we can't let Zhao Pan escape."

  Even if he wins this wave, he will win miserably, but in reality he will suffer a huge loss.

  In this case, at least the goal of crossing the river must be achieved.

  Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered Hong Chenglue's promise when he gave himself advice:

   Guarantee that Xunzhou soldiers can cross the river and go ashore.

  Mom, **** me.

   He was exhausted in controlling the Luyi bottle, but at this moment he was so angry that he passed out.

   At this time, the two armies that survived gathered on the shore. Just now, due to time constraints, Nian Zanli poured out a torrential flood before all his men went ashore. In the end, he couldn't control the water, and even his own army was submerged.

   Both sides suffered heavy casualties.

  Although Zhao Pan escaped by chasing the Xunzhou army, but at this time, he gathered the remnants of the soldiers and took a rough look, only 30% of them were left!

  A flood swallowed nearly 30,000 of his elite soldiers.

   Both sides were blowing the rallying call, but Zhao Pan's heart seemed to sink to the bottom of the Han River.

   He lost.

   The northern battlefield of Xiazhou, which had been stalemate for two or three months, ended in his failure.

  He did not complete the entrustment of the king!

  At this time, He Chunhua was running towards him, and the Xiazhou Army behind him had assembled. Seeing Zhao Pan's distraught appearance, He Chunhua grabbed him by the collar and shouted: "Cheer up, you didn't lose! This battle is not over yet!"

  Zhao Pan wanted to knock off his hand, but when he heard this, he was stunned: "What?"

  He Chunhua's face was distorted, his body was either water or mud and sand, and a lock of hair was still stuck to his nose, which was far from the elegance and calmness of the past.

   But the light in his eyes couldn't be said to be weird or frantic.

   "General Zhao, you're making a fool of yourself!" He Chunhua said to Zhao Pan instead, "Think about what your mission is, and the North rejects the New Year's praise! Look, you look at him!"

  It was dark and rainy, and the soldiers were in a panic. Zhao Pan couldn't see the whole situation clearly just now, but now he looked in the direction he pointed, and there was nothing, only the waves.

   That's right, the army of Nian Zanli had just climbed up to the high ground, but the waves were even higher, flooding that high ground too.

"His people are also drowned, and the situation is not much better than yours!" He Chunhua's face was also flushed, "Besides, he used such earth-shattering supernatural powers, do you think he didn't pay any price? You idiot! It's not something that mortals should use!"

  How capable you are, how powerful you are.

  If you want to leapfrog, there must be a price.

   "General Zhao, heaven will never die for you and me!"

   These few words were like lightning, and Zhao Pan was smashed through.

  Yes, his task is to defend the enemy from the north, as long as he stops the Xunzhou soldiers from going south, he will complete the task.

  My army has been hit hard, but how good is the New Year's praise?

   This stupid battle is fought against Duizi, the **** and cruel Duizi, but I haven't lost yet!

  He asked He Chunhua: "Where is your manpower?"

   "There are two thousand left, all for you!"

   "Okay!" Zhao Pan wiped off the water on his face, and ordered to call up the elite, and 800 people were established, and then joined the Xiazhou Army as the backbone, and even rushed to attack the remnants of the Nian Zanli.

   At this time, whoever recovers first will take advantage. Zhao Pan was frightened by the flags and drums, and the Xunzhou soldiers who had just escaped from the water scattered and collapsed. Instead, the Yuan soldiers saw that their side was strong and rushed to join them.

   While chasing all the way, more and more soldiers were picked up.

  Something went wrong at the Nian Zan Ceremony. The army fled westward along the river, and the main flag fell off, which seemed extraordinarily panicky.

   At this time, Hong Chenglue and others had retreated to a safe forest area, overlooking the battle situation below from a height.

  Wu Qing stood beside him, and sighed: "Both sides are not pleasing."

  The outcome of this battle was really unexpected.

  Hong Chenglue looked up to the east, and finally showed a smile on his face: "It seems that I can return to Beja ahead of schedule."

   He held the comb tightly in his hand.

  The volume of "Dun Yu" ends here, and the next chapter enters a new chapter "The Demon's Nest".

  2022.11.17

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