ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 9. WOUNDED DRAGON

The two armies also faced each other and attacked, the clanking of weapons collided with the neigh of horses, cleaver and sword every time they met with flesh, making the path of blood unbroken.

Waves of attacks alternately crashing among the glittering swords of silver lasana, unspeakably blood pooled, every incision and body piece was commonplace, like part of the souvenirs of the fight. War is really the arena of death.

The fishy smell of blood poured out, the corpses that had been left behind by lives were lulled to almost no price. filled the eyes of the soldiers, layer by layer of corpses piled on the ground, ears rustling, and, the sound of the attack turns into a symphony in the ear. The sounds of cries of anger and pain seemed to harmonize in the arena of battle.

The wounded soldiers, with some of their bodies torn apart, were as though they were numb. There was almost no sound of pain anymore, the sweat that poured into the blood left no pain at all. Their nerves of pain have been paralyzed. They just attacked blindly, without stopping to swing their hands as if they no longer care if the sword in their hand is broken.

“Kill! Kill it! Die up! Die up! Kill!”

Those words filled everyone's mind, nothing came to their head, not even death frightened them anymore.

"Kill or be killed!" that's what they have in mind.

Zhao Juren stopped her sword swing, stunned at an enemy soldier crashing unarmed in front of her, she caught the neck of a Zhao warrior, and with her red eyes and bare-nosed hands gaping wide, biting the neck of his enemy like a hungry wolf. The screams of the soldier deafened their ears as blood spurted like a fountain from his neck, truly making Zhao Juren shudder.

During the war he had led for the last dozen years, he had never seen the horrors he saw today. War even turns a person forgets himself as a human being, the cruelty of war really makes anyone creeps.

“Sreeeeet…! Crasshh!”

Without a doubt, with a single slash of Zhao Juren's sword made the possessed enemy soldier fall down with a large tear on his chest, the wound that immediately took his life out of his body.

Zhao Juren's eyes panted forward, at the soldier fighting before his eyes, even though his arms were about to break, his thighs were limping with arrows piercing through them, they continued to advance and attack in the remaining amount of force, their fighting spirit did not subside even on the verge of death.  They were no longer like humans, but closer to animals or a horde of crazed demons.

“Retreat..” Zhao Juren felt unbearable to see it. The wounded soldier turned to him, his eyes red without implying the slightest pain.

“I won't back down..” Her voice sounds firm and clear despite being hoarse.

“You are heavily injured, you better retreat and return to camp.” Zhao Juren said as she wagged her sword to dispel the soldier.

“I'm fine, Sir! Even if I die, I will die honorably on the battlefield.” His mouth while moving his legs with the rest of his strength.

Zhao Juren was stunned for a moment by the guts on the steps of his armless warrior, blood pouring out to such an extent. But his spirit was so strong it flared up to keep fighting.

“What's your name?”

“He Shian, Mr.”

“He Shian you are the bravest warrior I have ever seen in my life.”

He Shian's eyes sparkled, finding the praise of the great general, his master.

Zhao Juren nodded and he humbly paid his respects to the dying soldier, Zhao Juren knew, today was his last time to see him. Because in a minute maybe, he won't be able to last much longer. Tired, blood loss and drained energy, Zhao Juren knew He Shian's devotion only reached the 6th day.

“Turn them! Their troops are nothing!” Zhao Juren yelled as her horse split the battleground, looking for where Li Jin was. The sword in Zhao Juren's hand was like flying, swinging back and forth, the young general was like a dragon, swerving and zig zagging with his horse.

He seemed to be unrelenting, the wound of the bolt and the arrow that hit him did not make him retreat at all, Zhao Juren was like a wounded dragon, he could not wait to end the war, he could not wait to end it,

he can't wait to get out of the horror of this fight.

“Li Jin!!!”

He called out, while gazing towards the sky, it soon seemed like the sun was about to sink, perhaps they should end today's war in a drink of tea ahead.

Li Jin was nowhere to be seen among the soldiers who fought each other with the weapons, Zhao juren was really looking forward to meeting General Qui today in person.

If two leaders mourn their lives, if one of them loses or dies, this border war will surely end.

“Master..it looks like our enemies are retreating bit by bit.” An infantry commander of the archery squad suddenly appeared with his horse lining up Zhao Juren's horse.

“Akupun felt the same way, it seemed like some were still advancing but there were some of their soldiers who stepped aside with an insignificant amount towards the forest behind. They seem to be

toying with us.” Zhao Juren, Sahut,

“We have to how, Sir?” Ask the infantry commander of the archery, His bow was held tightly in his hand, pulling the reins of his horse so that the brown horse in his ride was a little calm despite being between the clutches of iron clashing and the strangulation of pain and anger that coalesced into one, some of the arrows on his back had been exhausted, only a few more blades were left.

Zhao Juren had not had time to reply, the drums of war sounded in a fast rhythm as if trying to burn the spirit of the soldiers who fought under the dark sky. Either because of the cloud or

out of grief.

The blood inundated the ground, becoming like small rivers flowing over the autumn grass that was once yellow now became as color as blood.

Zhao juren felt her knees tremble, for the first time in her life, she seemed to lose her desire to continue the war. Not because of fear, but because of the horror he saw, making his brain seem frozen. Win and lose, he still stands on thousands of deaths.

A strange smile perched on Zhao Juren's lips, even though he felt his entire body lose half his strength, he was not afraid of war, he did not tremble at battle, he did not tremble at battle, he had witnessed hundreds of massacres in front of him, not even himself afraid of death, but today he felt fear for himself.

“Mr Zhao..!” Li Jin's horse was right next to Zhao Juren's horse, unnoticed by Zhao Juren, in his hand was unsheathed with a sword still covered in fresh blood.

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