Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Chapter 248: Haunted by dreams

But apart from fighting, he always found it difficult to suppress his longing for Xiao Zhixue. That emotion was like a vine, tightly entwined around his heart.

It has been more than a month since they separated, and he kept wondering whether she was also missing him in some corner at this moment.

Jiuer's arrival is undoubtedly a shot in the arm for his emotions, but the cruelty of war does not allow him to immerse himself in his personal emotional world for too long.

Soon, a new round of enemies came surging, and Fan Yanmu had to join the battle again.

Seeing this, Jiuer flew into the air swiftly to avoid becoming an accidental target.

It was the first time it witnessed such a grand battle scene up close. Although it was thrilling, it knew that it had to survive because it still had an important mission to complete.

While dodging the arrows, Jiuer cried anxiously to Fan Yanmu below, as if conveying a message in its own way.

"Your rival is really worried about you. Your savior even wrote you a letter. You must stay alive, otherwise, I won't have the chance to eat the delicious millet she gave me."

Although Fan Yanmu could not fully understand Jiuer's words, its existence had given him great encouragement and strength.

Fan Yanmu was like a tiger with wings on the battlefield. He dealt with the attacking enemies one by one, and then ran towards Ying Yi and Ying Er who were fighting fiercely with the enemy.

These two loyal warriors have killed countless enemies, but still maintain extraordinary fighting power. Their swords dance like dragons, and every swing of the sword takes away a life.

Just as the enemy army fired thousands of arrows, and a rain of arrows poured down like the collapse of the sky and the earth, Shadow One and Shadow Two cooperated tacitly, and their swords flashed like weaving, shooting down most of the arrows.

Some of the soldiers around were fighting desperately, while others were unfortunately shot by arrows and fell to the ground, their battle robes stained with blood.

Fan Yanmu fought his way out of the chaos and arrived in time to Ying Yi and Ying Er, resolving the crisis of the rain of arrows.

Then he quickly made deployments and ordered the uninjured soldiers to transfer the wounded to safety.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

End the battle as soon as possible, return to the military camp as soon as possible, and look for the figure that has been haunting him - Xiao Zhixue.

Jiuer was standing aside, carefully hiding among the branches and leaves. It knew very well that if it was discovered on this battlefield where arrows were flying, it would mean it would never be able to return to its master's arms.

The rain of arrows was relentless and dense, but Fan Yanmu's order came in time, and the soldiers quickly formed a defensive formation with their shields connected together, like a solid wall, keeping those deadly arrows out.

Fan Yanmu jumped off his horse, stepped into the soldiers' formation, and personally commanded the battle.

Under his leadership, the team advanced slowly. The arrows could not penetrate the barrier made of flesh and blood, and the enemy was defeated and fell in one charge after another.

When the generals of Dong Chu witnessed this scene, the anger in their hearts spread like wildfire.

He believed that if it were not for Fan Yanmu, they would have already conquered Xiliang.

Fan Yanmu not only had brilliant tactics, but he also held Pei Weiying as a hostage, making the general's every move seem hesitant.

After several days of continuous attacks, not only did they fail to rescue Pei Weiying, but they also caused heavy losses to their own army.

Looking at the increasing casualties on the battlefield, the general gritted his teeth and made the painful decision to retreat.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat back to the camp!"

After the order was issued, the army of Dong Chu began to evacuate the battlefield in an orderly manner, leaving behind a mess and deep resentment.

For Fan Yanmu, this brief peace meant more time to think, to plan, and to miss the woman who was waiting for his return far away.

The moment they received the order, the soldiers of Dong Chu evacuated the battlefield quickly and orderly like a torrent. Their steps were firm and their eyes were full of determination for the unknown return journey.

Outside the city gate, where thick smoke had just filled the air, the smoke gradually dissipated. The unique smell of scorched earth on the battlefield was intertwined with the silence, replacing the previous noise and chaos and restoring a long-lost tranquility.

As the leader of the team, Fan Yanmu is calm and decisive.

He ordered his Shadow One and Shadow Two to carefully count the casualties of the team to ensure that every soldier's contribution was remembered. The wounded were carefully placed on stretchers with the help of their comrades and sent to the camp in the rear, where there was a temporary medical tent waiting to give them the necessary treatment and recuperation.

Fan Yanmu's heart felt as if it was burning on fire. He anxiously searched between the battlefield and the camp for the figure he missed so much - Xiao Zhixue.

In the sunshine, his horse's hooves were flying, raising dust, like a gust of wind passing by, and Fan Yanmu's figure on the horse looked particularly heroic.

Jiuer, that clever little bird, had quietly landed on his shoulder at some point, trying to add a bit of life to the urgency with its clear chirping.

However, Fan Yanmu's worries at the moment made the noise particularly disturbing. He stretched out his hand unconsciously and gently but firmly held Jiuer in his palm.

It was this action that made his eyes fall on the inconspicuous thin rope on Jiuer's feet, on which was tied a neatly folded letter.

His heart trembled, and he hurriedly opened the envelope. The letter paper slowly unfolded, and on it appeared Xiao Zhixue's familiar and beautiful handwriting.

Every word seemed to carry her tenderness and concern, telling Fan Yanmu that she and her family were safe and sound, and had left the war-torn Zhangzhou.

Fan Yanmu's thoughts involuntarily drifted far away. His father Fan Heng, the Marquis of Zhenwu, once privately revealed his helplessness about the emperor's conscription. Even as a high-ranking official, he could only obey the emperor's order.

Fan Yanmu was deeply aware that the severity of the current situation was beyond imagination and he could not always protect Xiao Zhixue.

Once her family is forced to join the army, the kind and brave Xiao Zhixue will definitely step forward, which will undoubtedly put her in endless danger.

During countless baptisms of blood and fire, Fan Yanmu would occasionally fantasize about Xiao Zhixue asking him for help, imagining that he could be the ray of light in her despair and rescue her family from the war.

After reading the last few words of the letter, Fan Yanmu couldn't help feeling a little comforted.

Xiao Zhixue used her wisdom and courage to get out of the siege by disguising herself as a man. Her safety and the well-being of her family were like a heavy burden lifted from his shoulders.

However, the news in the letter that she planned to lead her family and fellow villagers to migrate to Nanchong City made Fan Yanmu frown.

Nanchong City is located in a remote area where the law is difficult to reach and the people there are tough. For the unarmed Xiao Zhixue and her group, it is undoubtedly a step from one dangerous place to another unknown dangerous place.

However, Fan Yanmu understood that he could not leave his post at the moment. As long as the smoke of war had not dissipated, he had to stay on this border.