Would You Like to Have a Drink

Yu Beizhou didn’t know why, outside the eaves of the Bai City, he was drenched in the rain for half a night, but he never chose to forcibly invade this person.

The general who was about to go on an expedition tidied up the messy clothes for the main general who was sitting in the rear, licked the other’s lips reluctantly, as if tasting a delicacy. “I’m leaving.”

Yu Beizhou straddled the black horse, put away the playful smile, his body became cold and sharp, and pulled out the Tai’A sword to point to the sky.

When the red and white figure gradually turned into a point in the field of vision, Zong Luo reacted.

He stood still on the spot, and suddenly turned around.

Once upon a time, they were still enemies who were destined to kill each other. Hoping that the other party would die in any accident on the battlefield. However, fate was so absurd, there was a turn that no one had ever expected, and finally it turned into such an ending.

Just like him standing in front of the military tent and watching Yu Beizhou leave, such a gentle thing happening to them, it was really incredible, he couldn’t dare imagine it happening in the past.

Not to mention worrying about the safety of the other person.

Then, one after another, the military reports were sent to the desk of the main camp.

Obviously, the frontline battle was very urgent. The Wei Country’s armament of the Imperial City was far more serious than they had previously thought. This meant that the other party couldn’t support for long, wanting a quick fight. At the same time, it also made Zong Luo worried.

The main camp was a distance from the front line, and one could hear the fighting sound from afar.

Shining spears and armored horses, flags fluttering, war drums rumbling. The roar, the sound of horse hooves, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, the deafening sound of the Mechanism City starting up was enough to see the intensity of the battle.

“Report–The first batch of heavy cavalry almost all perished!”

The first battle report came, and it was not good news.

There were heavy crossbows installed on the city wall of the Wei Country.

These arrows were estimated to have also undergone witchcraft transformation, and they could actually shoot through thick shields.

The first wave of probing, it was considered that the Great Yuan suffered a dark loss.

Zong Luo pondered. “There should not be too many of these arrows.”

Sure enough, just as he guessed.

Yu Beizhou responded in a timely manner, withdrawing the heavy cavalry and calling for the light cavalry to form a formation.

The Tianji Army and Xuan Cavalry have both fought similar battles, and they were not afraid at all. Yu Beizhou had experienced nine years in his previous life, and his experience would only be richer.

At this time, the battle had passed halfway.

The midday sun shone on the earth, making the outside brighter.

Most of the battle reports still presented the overall situation. However, it was clear that facing the Wei Country who was shrinking in the Mechanism City, the number of casualties in the Great Yuan was constantly rising, reaching the highest in the history of this battle.

Enduring several times, Zong Luo did not specifically ask about the situation of a certain general. It was only when he heard the scout mention that the King of Beining was injured that he suddenly clenched his hand under the desk.

Suddenly, Zong Luo remembered.

Before leaving, Yu Beizhou said “I’m leaving”, but he didn’t say “wait for me to come back”.

No one knew better than Zong Luo that Yu Beizhou was no longer the son of fate.

Those lucks were all given out when time was reversed to resurrect him. In this life, no one would surround Yu Beizhou anymore, and there would be no more life-saving symbols in the dark. (TL: refers to incomprehensible situations that are unpredictable and beyond human control)

If it weren’t for Zong Luo’s rescue, Yu Beizhou, who had lost the protection of fate, should have died under the Shenji Crossbow.

Even if this person had experienced more and more dangerous battles. But there had never been a moment that made Zong Luo so clearly aware that Yu Beizhou was no longer the omnipotent protagonist in his memory, surrounded by everyone, the protagonist of “Would You Like to Have a Drink”.

He is just an ordinary person.

A person who will live, grow old, get sick and die, feel joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, flamboyant, arrogant and rebellious, stinky junior brother.

He will also die.

This cognition was like an invisible hand, gathering Zong Luo’s internal organs, even to a very trance.

Even if Yu Beizhou, who had died once under the Shenji Crossbow, was rescued, it was not as memorable as this time.

How can the protagonist of a book die? They should be born to shine brightly.

However, thoughts were just thoughts.

Zong Luo was the main general, and the current battle was so urgent. He had no choice but to put these aside and continue to follow up on the frontline military reports.

Several times Pei Qianxue opened the tent and came in, but did not capture this abnormal point.

Simple stretchers carried the injured cavalry back one by one. Among them, there was even a deputy general of the Tianji Army, the latter’s arm disappeared, soaked in blood.

Finally, night fell.

The good news suddenly came. “Wei Country has opened the city gate–”

Everyone was full of astonishment, and then it was ecstasy.

For the battle against Wei Country, they had already prepared for a long-term siege. As a result, this was only the first day, and such an incredible result had been obtained, how could people not be overjoyed?

“Heaven blesses our Great Yuan!”

“Ambitious hegemony, unify the Central Plains!”

Cheers were heard one after another, like a small stream converging into a torrent, deafening. Among them, there were also cheers for this pair of Tianji Army and Xuan Cavalry, or the generals who were in charge of this battle.

Zong Luo moved his stiff fingers, as if he had finally reacted, and quickly walked out of the tent.

In the night sky, the huge stars were dazzling.

However, when all the generals returned, that familiar figure was not seen.

In a sea of laughter and singing and dancing, Zong Luo turned around and walked to the camp for the injured.

But as soon as he walked out a few steps, his eyes were covered from behind.

A cloak full of gunpowder and blood enveloped him, hanging the entire person’s weight on Zong Luo.

“This minister dedicated the victory to Your Highness.”

A familiar voice came to his ears, with a proud smile, lowering the voice, it continued, “Shouldn’t Your Highness also fulfill the reward?”