Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

Tan Chuyan looked at the figure with his back turned to him, and all the blood in his body froze.

He staggered, walked over step by step, and slowly put his hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Ah Lie…” Tan Chuyan shouted in a whimpering voice, but no one responded to him.

“Ah Lie…” Tan Chuyan shouted again, but still no one responded to him.

“Ah Lie, please pay attention to me.” Tan Chuyan shook the man’s shoulder, but the other man fell straight down and smacked his head into the soil.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Tan Chuyan struggled to help him up, and wiped the dirt on his face in a panic, blurring his vision.

He had never believed in God or Buddha in his life, he only believed in himself, but at this moment, he hoped the God would bless him and return the person he loved deeply to his bones… to him.

But the God seemed deaf and blind.

The person in front of him was still lifeless, and he didn’t respond at all.

Tan Chuyan blinked his eyes hard, forced out all the tears, and moved his trembling hands to brush the hair of the person in front of him.

His true appearance was revealed. The person kneeling here was not Feng Chilie, but Jiang Che, the lieutenant of Wolf Eagle Cavalry.

At that moment, Tan Chuyan didn’t know how happy he was, but at the same time, he was also sad for Jiang Che’s passing.

Although the person who died was not Feng Chilie, Jiang Che’s death also told everyone what happened here.

Tan Chuyan grabbed Feng Chilie’s spear, turned to Ji Bei, and said: “Leave a team to clean the battlefield, and we will continue to search.”

Even if the people died, he still wanted to see the corpse!

Tan Chuyan plunged into the long night with a spear, searching along the chaotic footsteps.

The steps disappeared into the overgrown wasteland, and Tan Chuyan stopped his horse and looked at it.

This place was not a wasteland originally, it was a farmland that nurtured crops. However, the successive wars caused the people to be displaced, and the farmland was all reduced to a wasteland.

The overgrown weeds showed traces of being trampled on. Tan Chuyan patted Zhaoye on the head and said, “Let’s go in.”

Zhaoye flicked his tail and stepped in.

Tan Chuyan swept the weeds on both sides with his spear, for fear of missing something.

Ji Bei was also afraid that something might happen to Tan Chuyan, so he led people to surround him.

“Whoosh!”

Suddenly, the sound of arrows piercing the air sounded in the night.

The man in front of Tan Chuyan couldn’t dodge and was shot in the shoulder, falling hard off his horse.

“There is an ambush! Protect the young master!” Ji Bei shouted, and everyone immediately surrounded Tan Chuyan.

Black shadows appeared in the night, pointing directly at Tan Chuyan.

These people didn’t look like well-trained soldiers, they looked more like dead soldiers*.

[*trained assassin who will commit suicide to avoid being captured alive.]

There was no concern for the country and the people in their eyes, only the determination to regard death as home.

In an instant, cold soldiers met each other, and the silence of the night was completely broken.

Every move of the dead soldier against the group was a killing move.

But the number of dead soldiers far exceeded Tan Chuyan’s estimate. If the fighting continued like this, all the killers from Purity Sect would die here, and even Ji Bei would not be able to escape death.

No, Feng Chilie had already lost a lieutenant, and he couldn’t let him lose his right-hand man.

This disaster started because of him, and it must end because of him.

Tan Chuyan was not used to using the spear, but he was reluctant to throw it away. He turned around and threw the spear to Ji Bei, shouting: “Ji Bei, go on!”

Ji Bei caught Feng Chilie’s spear steadily, but looked as Tan Chuyan’s horse galloped and distanced himself from them.

Seeing the person running away, the dead soldiers immediately pulled away and chased after Tan Chuyan.

Ji Bei was stunned for a moment, then chased after him with a dark face.

However, Zhaoye was a good horse, and they couldn’t catch up with him. After a while, they lost sight of Tan Chuyan.

Ji Bei, who had always been dull with no expression, cursed heavily.

“Vice Sect Master, what should we do now?” someone asked.

Ji Bei usually hated using his brain. He usually did whatever Feng Chilie said, but now he had to use his brain.

Ji Bei clenched his spear and imitated Feng Chilie’s example and gave orders: “The troops are divided into two groups. Follow me all the way to find our sect master, and the other go to find the young master. If you find one, send a signal immediately!”

Everyone agreed and immediately followed the order.

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Tan Chuyan was heading north. After making sure to get rid of the dead soldiers, he slowed down and rode Zhaoye forward slowly.

From the time he left home until now, Tan Chuyan hadn’t had a drop of water or a bite of food, but he wasn’t hungry at all, just tired.

The night was not cold, Tan Chuyan was shivering and his throat was so painful.

Sleepy.

Tan Chuyan’s eyelids were fighting up and down, and he might fall off the horse at any time.

‘Can’t sleep, can’t fall off the horse!’

He hadn’t found Feng Chilie yet!

Tan Chuyan gave himself a hard slap to cheer himself up and continued to look for someone.

But where was Feng Chilie?

He really couldn’t hold it any longer.