Gone With The Bustling World - Chapter 55
Chapter 55: Chapter Fifty-One
Translator: Antonia
Thousands of soldiers roared on galloping steeds, the clanking hoofs as loud as rumbling thunders, quaking the earth.
No matter how great Bafang Army was, it couldn’t fight against the alliance forces coming on like endless waves of water.
The team of cavalries led by Fang Junqian was besieged by the enemy troop.
They fought to their full but couldn’t break through the enemy’s siege.
Now among all generals there was only Yu Bin around him and other fifty Bafang elite soldiers.
Even to sacrifice themselves, they would help their commander get out safe and sound!
Determination of sacrifice displayed on Yu Bin’s face. His smile carefree, “Duke Fang, I’m afraid I’ll leave first!”
It would be my regret not able to follow Duke Fang for greater achievements. It was also my luck to meet Duke in this life…
The fifty warriors shouted surprisingly in unified voice, “Take care, Duke! We’ll leave first!!”
This was a tribute to the living by the brave who were heading for death, as well as best wishes!
When Xiao Qingyu found Fang Junqian, the latter stood on his knees on the battlefield, and Yu Bin in his arms was dying after being stabbed more than thirty times.
The fifty cavalries all died in battle. None of them survived.
For a long time, Yu Bin had been believed as the timidest general in Bafang. However, it was exactly him who faced chopping and stabbing head-on and put Fang Junqian behind his body to help him out of the siege!
Seeing Xiao Qingiyu, Yu Bin said difficultly, “Childe…”
Xiao Qingyu moved his wheelchair and leaned downward, holding his hand, “I’m here.”
“Childe… We’ll win…right?” he coughed out some blood.
Xiao Qingyu nodded, looking solemn, “Yes, we’ll win.”
Getting the affirmative answer from the omniscient childe, Yu Bin smiled contentedly, “Yeah, with Childe and…Duke Fang…Bafang will never lose… I’ll…rest in peace…”
He stared blankly at the geese flying in the sky in a formation disappearing into the deep night.
His voice was lower, “Those bastards… won’t call me…a coward again…”
His eyes closed, never to open…again.
Duke Fang said gently, “You are the bravest.”
No one would call you a coward.
Fang Junqian was in an agitated mood. He shut his eyes to lock the tears from flowing out.
Xiao Qingyu’s hands were clenched into fists, nails penetrating into his palms, aching.
“Fang Junqian,” he said, “stand up.”
“We must win; we can’t let general Yu down. We must live up to the expectations of all those who have sacrificed.”
Fang Junqian looked up at him, in a way more exhausted than ever, saying poorly, “Qingyu…I feel so lonely…”
Xiao Qingyu immediately understood his feelings.
Bafang Army was isolated without assistance. Fang Junqian could do nothing but watch his peers scarifying one after another and then fight alone in an undoubtedly desperate battle, until he could no longer make it and die.
“We’ll win.” He held out his hand.
His fingers were fair, delicate, firm and powerful.
“Take my hand and stand up.”
The cool summer wind blew over. The eyes of the youth in white seemed to carry the whole starry sky.
Fang Junqian slowly took his hand.
Hence, the two hands held together…
This impossibly beautiful scene somehow gave everyone an impulse to cry.
