He was gifted and able to memorize whatever he read for once. Certainly he was also an expert in Buddhist scriptures. Sometimes, even a master monk was impressed by Xiao Qingyu"s Buddhist allegorical words.

Xiao Qingyu wasn"t a person believing in fate, but he always chanted scriptures.

When Duke Fang visited him at night, he often saw him holding scriptures—one volume Mantra of Rebirth in Purelandand the other Heart Sutra.

According to reincarnation and karma, one would always pay off his previous sins, either in this life or the next.

However, he chanted the scriptures only for the sacrificed soldiers and generals and the soldiers who had killed many lives…but never for himself.

He chanted more and more, but his intention of killing never reduced but increased. Sometimes, only seen from yond, he gave out an air sharp as blade and freezing as snow.

Xiao Qingyu finished applying the medicine and quietly bandaged him.

One lap, two laps, three laps…

Neither of them spoke.

Suddenly, Duke Fang opened his eyes and spitted out, “It hurts.”

Childe Wushuang replied coldly, “The soldiers never yelled. You the commander are groaning?”

Duke Fang wasn"t a bit embarra.s.sed, “I"m a man, not a G.o.d. Of course I feel hurt. Besides…” His voice got low, “I only say so before you…”

“What?” He didn"t hear it clearly.

“Umm…Qingyu, don"t you think we"re like…a wife bandaging her husband…”

Xiao Qingyu bandaged harder!

“Ouch—!” Duke Fang shrieked!

Childe Wushuang smiled gently, “Sorry, my hands slipped.”

Duke Fang secretly gritted his teeth— He did in on purpose. Definitely!!

There was one paragraph in Emperor Huanyu"s Record of Battles: Emperor Huanyu was a gifted man in riding and archery. Fighting from the north to the south, he partic.i.p.ated in over 200 battles of various scales and got injured for numerous times. However, he was a tenacious man that he could remain smiling even when his bones were exposed.

Some general asked: Don"t your majesty feel painful because humans are made of blood and flesh?

Emperor Huanyu replied: I couldn"t feel any pain after Qingyu left.

The others were silent. After he shed tears, the sound of sobbing started nonstop.

Qingyu, besides you, to whom else could I mention my pain?

Emperor Huanyu unified the world but would never say "hurt" anymore…

The deep blue sky was teemed with stumbling clouds.

Countless soldiers were roaring and steeds galloping.

Swinging swords in the deafening neighing of horses and screams of people, with broken limbs scattering all over the ground, the two sides were drunk in killing and fighting madly without sanity. They had lost the ability to think and knew nothing but killing those in different armors!

A flying-dragon battle flag embroidered with the character "Qian" was stained in blood. Under the flag was a black horse puffing heavily. Sword Heaven slayed one after another. The man"s silver armor had been covered with layers of blood, in the color similar to his red scarf.

Through Kuanglan Battle, Fang Junqian built absolute authority in Bafang Army.

The Bafang soldiers were only subject to Duke Fang but not the Emperor of Daqing!

Xiao Qingyu didn"t engage in actual slaughter. He sat quietly on the peak of slope, his sharp eyes calmly observing on the battlefield, the extremely smart brain rotating speedily to work out hundreds of ways to deploy soldiers.

He held a command flag, slightly waving in the direction where the alliance troops guarding least. Instantly, like a thunderbolt, a team of Bafang cavalries rushed there at lightning speed.

The enemy troops" formation was in mess at once!

With satisfaction, Childe Wushuang watched the enemies being wiped out one by one, nodded and then unhurriedly moved the flag in another direction.

This was already the 19thwave of the enemy troop. They had no idea how many were on the way.

One party was eager aggressive elite soldiers while the other was exhausted injured troops lacking both grains and weapons…

“Childe, could we survive this?” the generals asked in husky voice.

Xiao Qingyu observed the situation and smiled.

“You should ask whether we will win.” Childe Wushuang was still self-composed, never to be moved.

“Do you remember the question I asked you "What makes a best general"?” His eyes were soft and solemn, “The most important quality of a general is the ability to "be more courageous in adversity and never give up"!”

As long as we are alive, we strive for victory! We fall, and we get up!

Never give in, and never give up!