The prince disliked her, and the legitimate daughter was reborn and married to the regent

Zuo Mingyuan was stunned. He watched the mummy turn around for a while as if it had lost its direction, and then continued to grab him.

But at this time he had already reacted, and kicked the one in front of him away, then grabbed his companion and quickly escaped through the gap.

"Ahem, I thought I was going to die."

He held his comrades in one hand and wielded his spear with the other. The mummies were strung on the spear like candied haws, but they still had no attack power.

Seeing this, he could only throw away his weapon and then pick up another one from the corpse on the ground.

When he bent down, the mummy that had just been thrown to the ground broke free and rushed towards him.

But the piano music suddenly sounded again, and he turned back suddenly, picked up the light corpse with the tip of his gun, and threw it over.

Who is it?

Zuo Mingyuan looked up. The sun was blazing brightly. He could only see the city wall made of loess and rocks, and a vague figure at the edge of the wall in the distance.

Even though they were so far away, even though it was so blurry, even though the figure's hair was half long in the shadows, Zuo Mingyuan still had trouble controlling his emotions.

He let out a deep breath, threw his companion into the pile of corpses where he was temporarily safe, and clenched his spear with both hands.

Indistinct light and shadow suddenly appeared, and all the gorgeous but still murderous moves were poured onto the mummy in front of him.

His movements were free and unrestrained, and the sound of the piano always appeared just when he was about to encounter fatal danger.

"Go back, you disgusting people."

He shouted loudly, as if he wanted to vent all the emotions that he couldn't express. His overwhelming momentum even frightened the Koro soldiers hiding behind the mummies.

"retreat!"

Drums began to beat, and Ke Luo's generals shouted with torn voices. The mummies came like creeping shadows, and retreated like the receding tide.

"Humph."

The young Lieutenant General spat with disdain, picked up the chess piece stuck in the ground, picked up his companion and walked towards the city. The rest of the soldiers either helped their injured companions up or silently picked up the warm corpses on the ground.

"How long will it take? How long will it take?"

When they stepped into the city gate, someone finally couldn't help but speak.

"Why haven't the people from the court come yet?"

"Have they forgotten about us?"

"We are abandoned. They are so high and mighty. How could they know that we are fighting to the death to protect Jisha City!"

The noisy sound was as noisy as mosquitoes and flies. Zuo Mingyuan threw his companion to the ground, and then threw his spear to the ground fiercely.

"Shut up!"

The buzzing sound suddenly quieted the noisy crowd.

"Jisha City has three gates, east, west and south. We are only guarding the west gate which is the weakest to attack. General Zuo is guarding the east gate, and General Huo is suppressing the south gate. The imperial court's troops have already arrived, but we still need to wait until the more urgent places are safe."

His voice was not loud, but in this quiet place it was like thunder.

Jisha City, Jisha City, is not a weak city with only a few hundred or a thousand people.

The west gate they were guarding was far away from the front battlefield. Zuo Mingyuan could be a commander here, but it was also a test given to him by General Zuo.

If he can't even defend this place, he will have no face to see his father.

After he said this, everyone's expressions became gloomy.

Indeed, this is not the main battlefield, nor is it the place with the strongest attack power, but the weakest enemy also means that these soldiers are also weak.

Zuo Mingyuan didn’t understand their timidity and unwillingness. Just like his own youthful vigor, he never understood that not everything he wanted could be obtained in his hands.

"Yes, that's easy for you to say. We have been defending here for more than half a month. The continuous attacks from the enemies left us no chance to breathe."

"You are different from us, the son of General Zuo. So what if you can't defend the city? You are not from Jisha City. You have a way to retreat, but we can only fight to the death!"

Complaints, resentment, and all those emotions hidden under fatigue and fear suddenly emerged.

Zuo Mingyuan, a rookie, had not yet understood that as a general, he could get along well with his subordinates in daily life.

But in wartime, he must also establish his own authority and not let others notice that he is fragile and soft, otherwise he will be devoured by his own soldiers.

"Don't worry, if the west gate is breached, I will die immediately. The city survives as long as the people are there. If the city is destroyed... the people are dead!"

Zuo Mingyuan hooked his toes, and the red tasseled spear flew up and landed in his hand. Then he held it horizontally and pushed with his right hand, piercing it deeply into the ear of the soldier who had just confused the army.

"... Let's go, take some time to rest."

Someone said this quietly, and more people dragged their tired bodies to find a safe corner and fell asleep against the city wall.

The old man who delivered the food trembled as he picked up the bowl and handed it to the wounded soldier. The simple women silently took off the outer clothes of the corpses, mended the torn pieces of clothes and put them aside.

Zuo Mingyuan propped himself up and walked towards the city. On the bluestone streets, there were still scattered arrow feathers, firmly stuck in the cracks of the rocks.

Someone stuck his head out of the house and then shrank back in fear. He just pretended not to know.

"Sir, please come with me."

Two handsome boys suddenly appeared in front of him. No, it couldn't be considered sudden. After all, he approached them as if inspired.

The two clean-dressed boys, who looked like they had never suffered any hardship, opened their eyes wide and smiled cheerfully, asking him to follow them.

He raised his foot and followed, as if he vaguely felt an indescribable throbbing.

To the west of this dilapidated Jisha City, in this yellow sandy city, it seems that something fresh is approaching.

"Mingyuan."

He finally reached his life's destination, walked into an abandoned tavern, the black and red flag on it had become tattered, and even the tables and chairs looked shaky.

But Yun Nian just sat there, in the center of the grayness, and she herself was glowing, like a bright, captivating pearl. No matter who looked at her, they could only see her pure beauty.

Unlike him, his hair was now tangled, his face was covered in sand and blood, and his clothes also smelled of blood, having not been washed for several days.

Zuo Mingyuan moved slowly and stood in front of her.

"Sisi."