The Flower Of War

Chapter 69: I Will Miss You So Much

Orange spray began to decorate the journey of Yiu troops who continued to move following the trail of blood on the ground and rocks times.

The horsemen decided to stop by the river to drink and rest their horses for a while after running all night.

"Liying, we're close to Bai Qing's naval fleet territory, so please don't be rash. This fleet is not our opponent."

Yiu, who was leaning on a large rock while drinking water from his bottle, did not seem to pierce Wu Xiao's words.

Wu Xiao sighed before walking over and laying down himself right beside Yiu. He took out the package from the fold of his clothes.

He split the bakpao he brought in two and handed one of them over to Yiu. It was of course getting a non-wearing look from Yiu.

"To fill the energy. You haven't eaten since you got to headquarters. You'll have a hard time focusing if you're hungry."

"I'm not hungry."

Wu Xiao looked frustrated. He pinched his bakpa slightly with his right hand while his left hand quickly grabbed the jaw so open the mouth of the hard kapala girl beside him.

The movement was quick and before the other party responded, his mouth was again silenced with a meat-filled bakpao by Wu Xiao who then had to receive a powerful kick in his side abdomen until he fell on the bed of river rocks.

Even so, Wu Xiao did not waver at his actions. He put the rest of the half-bakpao back into Yiu's mouth accompanied by a look of intimidation that was rarely even seen by Yiu himself.

The emerald green bead felt so piercing into his eyes. Both hands were still tightly clutching his jaw and trying to push the bakpao into Yiu's mouth.

"Eat. I don't like rejection." Yiu pecked and his hands trembled slightly. This was not the usual Wu Xiao, was he angry because of his kick? Usually he would just whine in pain like a baby. This time, however ....

Yiu who was suddenly unable to think quickly obeyed Wu Xiao's words. The whole bakpao was filled with beads that were still locked with Wu Xiao's emerald green charm.

Right after Yiu finished swallowing his food, Wu Xiao's eye bead just relaxed and he returned to his original sitting position.

The atmosphere of being tense tends to be awkward. Yiu himself still did not believe in the aura of intimidation Wu Xiao had so successfully conquered. The atmosphere became silent for a while before a hand extended back to Yiu with Wu Xiao's bakpao installment.

Yiu turned his head and looked at Wu Xiao who was looking straight ahead casually. Yiu tried to subtly refuse, "That's your part."

However, Wu Xiao seemed to be copying his actions earlier that was feigning deafness. Realizing that, Yiu took the initiative of grabbing a larger part of the bakpao and was about to eat it himself. Honestly, he is very hungry now but his pride should remain high.

The gesture made Wu Xiao hide his bakpa behind his shirt with dislike. "I bribe, you sit."

Wu Xiao was not easy to deal with this time so Yiu decided to just comply in order to immediately be able to continue the chase. Although fed with the look of his cool-ass face that seemed to not care. However, his hands gently continued to condense and feed it to Yiu.

Bakpao was already barren and the troops immediately spurred their horses to comb the river.

Before long, Yiu caught the silhouette of a horseman speeding slowly in the distance. With a single glance, Yiu could confirm that was the fugitive they were after.

The roar of the horse and the trembling ground made the man who had lost the color on his face start to panic. His hand immediately spurred the reins of his horse to run.

The troops behind him got closer, the general started to rack his brain which was actually already half dead. He grabbed the long whip tied around his waist and started circling the tree on his right left to hinder Qiu Wang's army.

As a result, many Yiu cavalry who were not aware of the existence of the rope so that they stumbled and fell in succession.

There were only five people left to chase, this was very beneficial for the general Bai Qing's side, let alone in a moment he had already entered the patrol area of Bai Qing's royal fleet.

Just as he was about to set up his next trap, he heard the roar of horses from the core of the forest.

The clattering came from Ming Zijing's forces, as the position changed again.

Both armies of nearly twenty men managed to surround the general who was cornered right on the riverbank.

"Just run away, General. You can't beat me at all," circus Yiu slightly hilariously.

The general was undaunted and even more confident in smiling. "Your Majesty Emperor Bai Qing is a thousand times more powerful and has defeated you many times, Princess. How can you be so proud? Look after this you'll lose."

Yiu got off his horse and approached the general who was coming down. Yiu seemed to hold back his anger and said, "You duel with me so much."

The general smiled even more and almost laughed. He replied, "No need, my hands and ears are hurting, you can fight them alone."

Yiu sensed something was not right, his sweets narrowed sharply and his entire body was alert.

Gushh ... String!

A dart darted collided with the sword that dispelled the direction of attack. The attention of all people was on the eastward direction where the arrow was darted.

A large silhouette bathed in glare from the rising sun was seen approaching towards their place.

It was Bai Qing's patrol boat!

Only a second after they realized the presence of a large ship that was undetectable thanks to the sunlight that blinded their eyes, the rain of arrows immediately began a fight by the river this time.

Ming Zijing went down to check on Yiu and took back his sword and protected Yiu from the rain of arrows.

The ship was getting pulled over and several armed crewmen started jumping off the ship. Their army was twice as many as Yiu's.

Yiu's army began to fight with an unbalanced enemy. Even so, his side still benefited from the existence of two princes from Zhang Wu and Guang Ming who were each equivalent to ten trained troops.

Yiu fought the four people quickly, he spread his gaze looking for the general's nose who should not escape alive. Because, he holds the information of the enemy.

He looked back and saw the general struggling to swim towards the ship. Yiu thoughtlessly entered the river immediately to chase after him.

"LIYING, DON'T BE CHASED! DON'T BE RASH!"

Wu Xiao's shout resuscitated him who had already gone into the water. Yiu twisted his brain, he threw his sword into the riverbank and rolled up his sleeves.

Yiu was concentrating on aiming to not pay attention to the surrounding situation.

"LIYING CAREFULLY!"

"A-YING LOOKOUT!" The voice rang out for a while before Yiu let go of the shot so that his hand shook and his focus collapsed.

Just now that Yiu wanted to respond, his body was already embraced in the arms of the man in white clothes. Yiu only fell silent when he saw an arrow stuck on the back of the man who was hugging him.

Yiu's mind became extremely chaotic, he was even like an undead. Like a doll that just sits in the arms of its owner.

After touching the river rocks, Ming Zijing immediately turned around and with his remaining manpower he fired a weapon at his wrist at the archers who were on board before falling leaning Yiu who looked still in shock.

The incident only lasted for a few seconds, leaving Yiu perplexed to digest the situation.

Yiu suddenly panicked and immediately sat Ming Zijing while propping Ming Zijing's head up on his left arm. His eyes turned red and he continued to rumble, "Hold on it! Ming Zijing listen to me! You have to hold on!"

The situation became chaotic, Wu Xiao who glanced at Ming Zijing was already drenched in blood immediately shouted furiously and killed the entire rest of the troops that were in front of him.

While the patrol boat Bai Qing decided to immediately move away after saving the half-dead general as well, not intending to prolong the fight and return to the eastern horizon.

The fight ended, Wu Xiao immediately ran over to Yiu who had shouted origin and tried to carry Ming Zijing to the nearest horse to be taken to the nearest village.

"Is there a doctor?!! You have to hold on, we're going to the village! Ming Zijing, don't sleep! Wu Xiao help me bring him!"

On the other hand, the color on Ming Zijing's face began to disappear. He was already limp and his clothes had completely turned red. However, his hand continued to hint Yiu to calm down.

In a soft voice he tried to stop Yiu, "A-Ying, no .. You don't have to."

Right after Ming Zijing repeatedly prevented him from stopping and Yiu looked at him with red eyes.

"A-Ying, I'm fine, no need to worry," he said softly making Yiu even more powerless to stem his tears while shaking strongly.

"A-Ying, listen to me .... Are you hurt?" ming Zijing's voice was very soft and his breathing was very heavy.

Yiu shook his head as his right hand stroked the pale cheeks of Ming Zijing. Ming Zijing smiled, very sweet for the first time.

"Thank God...." Ming Zijing's hand raised tremblingly wanted to touch Yiu's cheek. Immediately the hand was reached by Yiu and placed on the cheek.

"Zijing, we're going to the village, huh? You must be treated immediately," said Yiu who was half dead holding back his tears to come down.

Ming Zijing shook his head for the umpteenth time with a sweet smile still sculpted on the face that was usually always icy cold.

"There's something important I want to tell you both."

The elegant black bead Ming Zijing looked back at Yiu. He coughed up blood before opening his voice, "A-Ying, I intend to convey this when I'm ready, but it looks like the opportunity won't come. Listen, A-Ying ... You're so pretty if you don't cry."

"Stupid ...."

Somehow Yiu had to respond but clearly how could he say that when he was like this! His life is tens of thousands of times more important than that speech!

Yiu's tears escaped and fell on Ming Zijing's cheeks, gently Ming Zijing's thumb immediately rubbed the corner of Yiu's eyes and cast a gaze telling him not to cry.

Ming Zijing's attention turned to Wu Xiao who was kneeling beside his left with red eyes and an increasingly firm chin.

"Wu Xiao j-" His words paused and he coughed up blood again. Wu Xiao immediately reached out to another hand of the free Ming Zijing and grasped it tightly as if to signal that he would continue to accompany him.

Although both continue to be involved in cold war or wars and many more. However, in each heart there is a faint bond like a brother.

Ming Zijing took a heavy breath before continuing his speech, "please take care of Princess Ying."

Not yet Wu Xiao wanted to answer, Ming Zijing's hand on Yiu's cheek had already fallen and the hand that Wu Xiao was holding was now also losing strength.

Yiu spontaneously patted Ming Zijing on the cheek, the clap getting stronger accompanied by a bluff from Yiu.

"Ming Zijing's! Do not sleep or .. or .... Zijing Ming! Hey get up, I promise I'll beat Wu Xiao to a broken bone if you wake up! Don't you like that? .... MING ZIJING!!!"

Wu Xiao just bowed limply beside Yiu who continued to fumble. A few moments later Wu Xiao stood up and ordered the remaining soldiers to search for the carriage and report this to the western headquarters.

Wu Xiao now stood his back to Yiu. He punched a rock big enough beside him until his knuckles bled.

A drop of tears fell on his cheek along with the blood pouring on the stone. Wu Xiao shouted very loudly before kneeling down with a limp body and shoulders that were slowly shaking.

Yiu himself cried in silence, without making the slightest sound. The still-warm Ming Zijing's body firmly entangled in his arms for quite a while before breaking the stem of the arrow stuck in his back.

Yiu laid the rigid body of Ming Zijing on the rocks. He took a white handkerchief from his sleeve, soaked the cloth and rubbed it into the blood-soaked face and hands of Ming Zijing.

The swipe was extremely delicate as if fearing that if he were to press down a little might make Ming Zijing in pain. Yiu painstakingly cleared Ming Zijing's pale face while saying, "I shouldn't have asked for your help, and I should have been hit by that arrow. Why would it be you, huh?! I should have died. Why are you protecting me, you fool!"

Yiu lightly flicked Ming Zijing's forehead then again said softly, "Now how do I explain this to your family, your people, and my two brothers, hm?! Me and my two brothers already owe you a lot of lives and now how am I supposed to deal with this, huh?! You're ruthless, Ming Zijing. I'll chop you up in the next life, just wait!"

Yiu's legs were so numb that he painstakingly crawled up to grab his sword and made it a pedestal to stand on.

Yiu was silent for a moment. He raised his head and exclaimed, "But, before that happens I swear to the universe I will not live quietly until I avenge my parents, you, and everyone I love!"

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The sky tonight was covered in clouds, not allowing a single star to be seen to enjoy its beauty as if mocking the leaders of the western headquarters forces who were incompetent in carrying out their duties.

The atmosphere was very quiet, only seen a few soldiers who passed by to patrol. Yiu was sitting on a pillow in front of a coffin in the middle of the room wrapped in white cloths with Wu Xiao and Huang.

The three people were already sitting there from noon. None of them left his place. One of the soldiers continued to burn the banknotes beside Ming Zijing's coffin.

There would be no more people to fight arrows with, there would be no more that Yiu could have a serious discussion about war strategy and troop deployment, no more, just talking to Prince Huang was stressful especially if he invited Wu Xiao, maybe he would soon catch up with Ming Zijing.

Yiu would miss the times when Ming Zijing took him around the palace in discussion, when they were racing to compost Prince Huang to stop eating and start training, the moment Ming Zijing told all the silly stories of his brother who was so silent and trouble-maker from childhood to growing up.

At that time Yiu only realized that he had lost a friend who he had considered like his own family.

The young man who might initially look very cold like an ice cube but his attention on the surroundings could never be matched by anyone.

Although heavy. But life must continue. His entire memories with Ming Zijing would continue to live on in his heart, stored neatly in the corner of his heart.

Goodbye, Ming Zijing. Now have fun in heaven while waiting for me to avenge your death.

I will miss you so much.

TB