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Chapter 180
The war between the two countries was in full swing and quite intense, but in the end it was because of the extra 30 troops of the Tianmu Dynasty that they won the final victory.

The cold wind swayed, the leaves rustled, and the black sky was slightly pale.

The war went on for a day and a night, and finally came to an end.

In front of the dilapidated city, there are corpses everywhere, corpses are like mountains, blood flows into rivers wherever they go, it is so terrifying.

The dark wind blows in gusts, refreshing the heart with a sense of coldness.

When the war came to an end, the blood-stained soldiers in trembling robes remained standing. Nan Yan was standing in front of the corpses piled up like hills. The hatred of Xia Jiabing's death was all vented, and his body was crumbling, with a touch of sadness.

Nan Yan propped up the long sword, her eyes were extremely firm, and those agile pupils were shining with a bloodthirsty luster that was different from the past.

It was also in this scene that when he was beside her, he always paid attention to her Xi Han's slight pause.

There was a slight strange expression on his handsome face, and the beating frequency of his heart was suddenly a beat faster than usual.

He stood obliquely behind her, with deep black eyes, watching her seriously, attentively and engrossed.

The remaining soldiers were close to 30. They were not Xia Jia soldiers, but they had a one-on-one exchange with the 70 Hu Yi soldiers.

Among them, Hu Changfeng also died.

Died in the joint siege of Nanyan and Xihan.

As a general, Hu Changfeng was so powerful that he had killed too many soldiers of the Tianmu Dynasty, and he was worthy of being a general.

But in this battle, he still died.

In front of the vast expanse of dead bodies, there was a general in white, still holding the hilt of his sword in his hand.

The long sword was pierced into the ground, and he knelt in place, with his head drooped, lifeless.

On his body are countless long swords that run through the inside of his body.

Nan Yan's body couldn't stop shaking, and finally couldn't hold back, and fell down.

Seeing this, Xihan immediately took a step forward and held her firmly in his arms.

.........

A sad song came, singing the dedication of these millions of soldiers.

"Gu~gu~"

On the high treetops, black crows once again covered the branches densely, and the clear and terrifying voices came out bursts, full of joy and sorrow.

The cold sky is densely covered, and it looks more and more gloomy here.

The city is destroyed, and the soldiers die.

As far as the eye can see, only the indescribable shock in my heart remains.

Silence and depression are all over here, with a quiet and deep coldness.

.........

the other side.

In the wilderness forest, Jiu Zhuo's white robe was stained with blood, and the intact white robe was also torn in several places. If you look carefully, it is artificially torn.

On his body was a limp young girl who had regained her vitality.

Xia Ling's long arms lightly circled Jiu Zhuo's neck, and she limply lay on his back, but in her heart she felt a little more comfort in the desperate situation.

It's an extremely subtle feeling.

Only those who have walked out of the gate of hell can truly understand the life after the catastrophe at this moment.

She was alive, but she was lying on the back of someone she didn't even want to have anything to do with before.

That red dress, invisibly, slightly dyed the white dress red.

Xia Ling's waist was also being simply wrapped with a circle of white silk satin at the moment.

The two walked here quietly. There was less hustle and bustle in this place, and more tranquility. The slightly white sky gradually burst into the morning sun from the east end.

.........

Xia Lingyu's eyelashes drooped slightly, just now she had a dream in a coma.

In the dream, there was him, and there was also her. The two were on their way to study at the foot of Qishan Mountain...

(End of this chapter)