ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS. 11 Let's Fight

The sky soon became twilight, soon nightfall, the night wind whistling from the west reported the dimness that was coming soon.

Towards the night, Zhao Juren was like a frenzy spurring his horse. He panted heavily to stop his horse right in front of the north Gate of Doting, the sky was getting darker, a thick fog filled the air, and, the clanging sound of a gong from a distance in the stump and the trumpet of war breaking the air that suddenly sounded made everyone who might hear it shudder. The sound of lightning tearing through space signifies that the war for today is over. Every survivor of the sword blade and arrowhead today, was given the opportunity to wipe the blood from his weapon, rest one night in a sleepless sleep for tomorrow back down to the battlefield to save the rest of lives.

 “Stop there!”

The voice sounded heavy from above the North Gate. Someone in a green robe stood there along with everyone else in a flashy Jirah suit. Stand up without opening his armpit. It was the same person Zhao Juren had shot with her arrow just a moment ago.

“We have mastered this gate, Night has saved your life, so come back.” The man in the green robe said with a blaring voice.

Zhao Juren looked around him, some corpses of his soldiers and Niang warriors were scattered around in front of the Gate. Zhao Juren only sighed slowly. He knew, his soldiers had fought valiantly defending the northern gate of this old city.

“Come down and fight with me before the moon gets round on the head.” Zhao Juren said coldly.

“War time is over, sir. The fight for today is over. Tomorrow morning you can bring your life here,”That green robe in a mocking tone.

“Time for the soldiers may be up, but not for the two commanders. We don't know the night for

uphold our self-worth. I believe, the master hiding in that armor is the famous General Qui.” Zhao Juren looked up, raised her finger and pointed at the person standing unmoved in a green robe beside her.

“I, General Zhao Juren, warlord Yanzhi challenge you respectfully to exchange swords, in honor of the corpses of our dead soldiers for this gate!” Zhao Juren momentarily circled around the surroundings. His chest became a little claustrophobic in a scene that looked a little horrifying. The air blew out the fishy smell typical of mongering blood.

Within the suddenly suffocating air the voice sounded calm and cold, slowly coming out of Zhao Juren's mouth, it wasn't too loud, but it clearly entered into the ears of every person who was standing on top of that gate.

As the atmosphere became silent, even some of the nearby soldiers in Zhao Juren's arms held their breaths, as well as the people standing on top of the gate, they were seen staring at Zhao Juren fixated.

The handsome Zhao Juren clad in deep sadness leaped from his horse in a subtle motion tracing the ground, his face grim as the murky water of the dry season, looking with a presumptuous look made to the figures who stood looking at him did not even flinch over the gate. Their bodies were like silhouettes and faint.

“Taklt believe, a famous great General Yanzhi came himself in this way. Whether this is an honor or an insult.” The handsome green robe grinned widely within the faint glow of the torches being lit on each side of the wall.

“Mr Zhao...in war, sometimes we have to be a step more cunning, that way we will not be easily defeated.” The green robe laughed out loud, though his tone was discordant due to his slightly trembling voice. Meanwhile, the person in a harness beside him was standing like a statue. He did not make a sound, his expression was hidden behind his silvery iron helmet exposed to the light of a torch.

 The figure in the dark armor whispered to the green robe, not sure what it said but the green robe immediately nodded its head after slightly bowing listening, not knowing what it was about,  the green robe was indeed taller or perhaps the armor was too short, Zhao Juren felt doubtful at his sight. General Qui who was very scared was not as brave as Zhao Juren had thought.

“My master said, look at a dark day like this, let's postpone until tomorrow morning this fight because it will be soon night.” The red robe spoke, his voice sounding slightly trembling.

“Coward.” Zhao Juren's roar hardened, in his ears rattled the memory of a Niang soldier biting his soldier's neck right before his own eyes. The coldness soon reached its nape.The view was filled with the earth and the sky was arid and gloomy, the autumn wind swept across the meadow red with blood, and the, everything was unreal but it clearly happened on the killing field today.

SRING!

Zhao Juren drew his sword, with a body upright like peach wood, he slowly advanced forward, his footsteps looked heavy, his face cold suddenly ashen as snow, the blood on his sword dried up, who's blood is there, he doesn't know. How many lives had been swallowed, Zhao Juren had completely forgotten.

The soldiers from above the covered wall raised their bow vigilantly, their eyes not being separated from the figure walking towards the door of the wall while their ears waited for their commander to instruct them, when the arrows in their hands should be released.

“Down! Either you, or you two.even you are not da that makes me recede and tremble. We fight as gentlemen.” Zhao Juren said, his voice calm emotionlessly letting every tail of his eyes be on him like an alert cat.

Up in front of the large wooden door, he stood there, the night wind blowing his hair that was in pigtails high above the head and the rest carried by the autumn wind making him flutter.

“My master says Don't force, we still give you a chance back.”

Zhao Juren laughed so hard that her body shook, a strange laugh between chuckling but wrapped in sadness, and,

“Do not insult me again. Tell your mute master, no need to whisper in front of me like a gossiping woman, fellow men act more chivalric. I heard none of your master's voice. Or is your master really mute? Come on, come down, no need to hesitate, I'm so waiting for this meeting. Even if I die in his hands, I have no regrets.”

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