Haiyan

At Chenshi, Yuncheng was full of smoke and blood flowed like rivers.

The Han army was like a broken bamboo all the way, breaking through five major passes in a row, and approaching the heart of the grassland.

After passing Yuncheng is Philadelphia, and once Philadelphia is broken, the next pass is Beidu. With such an offensive and speed, the Han army only took more than half a month.

Qin Shuoming also died in battle, and it is said that his head was cut off by Yan Jidao with a sword.

Now on the tower of Tianqiongguan, the head of the commander is still hanging, waiting for someone to fetch it, but I don't know if he can wait for it.

Two of the three great warriors of Yebei sacrificed overnight. The so-called "magic bow" and "magic knife" are only a page of history that has been gently turned over. When people in later generations mention them again, they may regret it. Regrettably, the ones who may be remembered are probably the victors who sent them to the road of death with their own hands.

"You haven't told the students why this time came."

The master and apprentice on horseback rarely spoke during the journey. Yan Jidao was dressed in an old black long robe, with Tai'a sword clasped around his waist with his backhand, which really didn't match his seemingly frail face.

Glancing blankly at the misty morning light in the distance, the swordsman, who has always seldom spoken, said indifferently: "Come here for destiny."

Liang Guoying raised his eyebrows, the wind lifted his fiery red cloak, and it fluttered in the silence. The Bauhinia Banner of the Western Han Dynasty seemed to despise this moment with the high spirit of a victor looking down on the world. Grassland, enjoying his lofty posture.

"Students dare to ask, what is the destiny?"

Yan Jidao said indifferently: "What is determined by heaven is the destiny of heaven."

Liang Guoying sighed silently in his heart, but did not speak again.

In fact, it is always like this. Whenever the teacher speaks, he will probably not be able to guess what it means, and that person will never explain anything. It must be the limit to be able to say such a few words .

Without dwelling on this question, the middle-aged general continued to ask: "That Qing and him..."

Yan Jidao finally withdrew his gaze from looking at the sky and looked at Liang Guoying, saying, "He is still my student after all. If it is not necessary, I don't want him to die."

The middle-aged general understood, bowed lightly to the swordsman, and said, "Thank you teacher for helping me this time, the students and Xihan will always remember it."

Yan Jidao smiled softly, slowly shook his head and said: "I said before, I came here for the way of destiny, not to help anyone."

He swept the Tai'a sword at his waist with calloused fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "Whether it is the current Lion King or the prince who has disappeared, he will not be the second King Tierqin after all. In this world, only King Qindahan and Emperor Gaozu of the Western Han Dynasty 200 years ago can get the demeanor of King Tierqin, but it is a pity that the two of them have less than half of the demeanor of King Tierqin... .I don’t know if I will be lucky enough to see the rebirth of King Tie Erqin again..."

When he uttered the last sentence, he almost murmured, but Liang Guoying didn't hear it, let alone saw the indescribable excitement hidden under those clear and sharp eyes.

At the time of Sishi, the heavy city gate of the northern capital was finally slowly pushed open from behind by the hand of fate.

The army of the Western Han Dynasty finally reached the last line of defense of this ancient nation.

The blizzard was still raging in the sky, and the clouds were getting lower and lower. Suddenly, a muffled "bang" exploded overhead, like a deadly bomb, hitting the hearts of every prairie person.

At that moment, the Han army rushed in, and the grassland waited for his last moment of life and death.

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The advancing procession finally stopped.

Exhausted, Chang Sheng shuffled along with Xiao Wu and stood at the very edge of the crowd.

The weather was terribly cold, and Changsheng was also wearing thin clothes. At this moment, his lips were turning blue from the cold, and his eyes, which were always watery in the past, seemed a little dull at this moment.

Looking around, there are messy human heads and corpses everywhere, what's more, there are old people who hang their last breath and curl up on the white ground, moaning helplessly.

Chang Sheng subconsciously pulled the hand of the person around him, but the moment he touched the skin, he turned around and found that it was not the temperature he was familiar with.

Li Su really left——

Chang Sheng thought to himself, he would no longer feel that unreasonable peace of mind.

"Chang Sheng, the team has stopped now, I'll take you back first." Xiao Wu said, his thin and thin body looked several years younger than Chang Sheng, but at this moment he felt a very manly desire to protect.

Chang Sheng originally looked like a girl, with an exceptionally fair face, and his lips were always red as if dripping blood. He looked at Xiao Wu, and then at Xiao Wu's grandfather. The old man was over half a year old. Bai's face was full of dimples, and he was thin and haggard. He was looking at Xiao Wu, the only relative with loving eyes, but he could not help but nervously squeezed the hand hidden in his sleeve.

Chang Sheng couldn't bear it, and said: "Forget it, I'll go back by myself, you and your grandfather follow these people and continue to go south, you believe me, Xiao Wu, my father will definitely defeat the Han people and let you go home."

Xiao Wu reluctantly shook his head: "No, Chang Sheng, I don't feel at ease with you walking such a long distance alone, let's go!"

"But......"

Chang Sheng glanced at Grandpa Xiao Wu in embarrassment, the old man gave him a slight smile, raised his head in an 'obedient' posture, and Chang Sheng's sad tears almost came out.

"Let's go then."

Xiao Wu finally took Chang Sheng's hand and ran towards Beidu against the crowd.

This was the first time in his memory that he held Chang Sheng's hand like this. In the past, whenever he touched Chang Sheng, he would knock him off, because Chang Sheng always felt that his hands were dirty and didn't want to touch him. It's not the right situation, but Xiao Wu always feels satisfied, like a friend he has liked for many years, and he can finally get close to him once.

After walking for about an hour, Chang Sheng couldn't move anymore, his physical strength was really not very good, and Xiao Wu was also a little out of breath, but he was much stronger than Chang Sheng.

He suddenly made a striding posture, turned his back to Chang Sheng and said, "Come on, Chang Sheng, come up, I will carry you on my back for a while."

He looked thinner and weaker than Chang Sheng, but he looked very manly. Chang Sheng had a sore nose, and hurriedly said: "No need, if you recite my words and you get tired after a while, I can't carry you. There are two or three hours to go."

Xiao Wu felt that what he said was right, and he didn't force it, so he stood up quickly.

The vast grassland stretches as far as the eye can see, and there is nothing but a piece of white land. The two children walked with one step at a time, one deep and one shallow.

After an hour, after finally turning up the high slope, suddenly, a frantic and noisy sound came from below.

Chang Sheng stood on the top and looked down, and saw that far away, countless human heads were swaying on the snowy ground, they were riding fast horses under their crotches, and the sound of the wind carried the sound of the handover of thousands of troops, and that In an instant, he clearly saw the black goshawk flag slowly falling from the sky.

Chang Sheng's eyes suddenly gathered together, and there was a sudden loud thud in his heart, and he almost lost his standing and fell down from the slope.

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In the dim morning mist, it was gloomy, the north wind mixed with red blood mist wandering on the ground, and the tulle misty roads in the white mist were everywhere, and the warriors rushed to the front of the battle with their last strength.

Wherever he went, his eyes were open as if he were blind, and the corpse slowly fell down along the steps under the Goshawk Banner.

Under the turmoil of the war, the shirtless and red-eyed young man waved the huge saber in his hand. At the last moment, the horse under his crotch finally fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth. The general in the fiery red cloak held up the long sword in his hand, fiercely With a pull, the sound of piercing through the air overwhelmed all the sounds of swords clashing, and then there was a loud crash, and it was firmly fixed on the wooden stake embraced by the three of them.

The sound of clucking slowly sounded in the cold wind, stabbing every samurai who fought hard in Yebei, the banner of the goshawk was annihilated along with the hurricane, and the blue lion's head did not forget to show its sharp fangs at the last moment .

"kill!"

The general of the Western Han Dynasty roared loudly, the sound was as loud as clouds and thunder rolling in the nine heavens, and it could tear the entire sky in an instant.

A loud "Boom" sounded from under the clouds in the north, and the muffled thunder mixed with the gloom of death slowly approached the sky above the battlefield in the northern capital.

There was a trace of ferocious blood across Yin Ping's face, and the saber in his hand slashed into the opponent's hard head. The boy's eyes were red, his muscles were twisted, his cloak was torn, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if The hot blood inside will flow out in the next moment.

The hurricane swept his black hair flying all over the sky.

At this moment, the refined boy in the past roared forward like a mad beast.

Looking around, the entire battlefield is full of fallen Yebei warriors. The black corpses cover the blood on the white ground and the majestic spirit of Yebei in the past. The lion's body is now lying on the Goshawk flag platform not far away. Underneath, the blood drenched the white clothes, and the king who dominated Hokuriku in the past finally lowered his noble head at this moment, and was beheaded by the saber in his own country.

Liang Guoying sat outside this mess. The middle-aged general's face was a little colder than the current air, and his eyes swept sharply over the young man surrounded by the Han army. He seemed to recall the night before, from The torch-like gaze from the hill.

What a pair of young and sharp eyes——

Liang Guoying thought to herself, but she didn't know if she would see such piercing eyes again in the future.

Dozens of soldiers in the surrounding area fell down again, Yin Ping leaned on the big knife in his hand and half bent over, gasping for breath.

At least [-] silver-armored Han soldiers pointed their swords at the only young man in the center, but they didn't dare to rush forward for a while.

"Yin Zhuo and the other two Khan Kings have been ambushed and killed. This commander advises you not to make the last resistance. Surrender now. I will consider leaving you a whole body!"

The young man with his head down slowly raised his head, his eyes were filled with red mist, Yin Ping's pale face was suffused with a strange golden color, he looked at the middle-aged general on the horse in the distance, at that moment, it seemed that he wanted to The other party inhaled deeply.

"You, do, dream!"

In the strong wind, the young man murmured in a low voice, but it clearly reached the ears of the general of the empire.

Liang Guoying frowned, and shouted in a deep voice, "I'll give you one last chance!"

Yin Ping sneered, he straightened his waist and stood up, the constricted muscles of his upper body had already broken through the last layer of thin clothing covering his skin, the cold air condensed and frost fell on the exposed muscles, instantly turning into water droplets and flowing down slowly.

"I, the Yebei Yin family, would rather die singing in the middle of the song than live under the fence of others!"

There was a loud bang.

At that moment, the clouds that had been silting up above his head suddenly exploded in the air, and the rain mixed with snowflakes instantly slanted down, pouring water on the bloody Asura battlefield.

Yin Ping yelled violently, his voice was so powerful that it almost destroyed the world, and the rain around him stopped for a moment.

He Lun took out the Zhan-saber in his hand and almost rushed to the battlefield ahead. At this moment, his strong back was glowing with a faint golden color, which looked very hideous under the heavy rain.

The surrounding Han soldiers were undoubtedly not frightened by this move, and did not dare to raise the long sword in their hands and swing forward for a while.

Yin Ping's head was black all over, and his whole face was almost distorted as if he didn't look like a creature in the world. With a wave of the saber in his hand, he killed dozens of Han soldiers in just a moment.

Liang Guoying sat on the big horse and stared intently. After the initial calm, his eyes suddenly set off a turmoil!

The Han army had already reacted, took the long sword in his hand and stabbed the young man's back fiercely.

There was a pop.

Yin Ping was caught off guard, and turned his head again, his face was already bright red. The Han army who had sneaked up just now was startled, but the next second, he was raised high by the young man's empty hand, and with a snort, he was thrown from the ground. Torn in the middle.

Blood exploded all over the ground, and the strength was so great that everyone around him was indignant.

"Golden Blood!"

The general who was on the horse shouted loudly on the spot, and his face instantly turned purple.

For a moment, fear swept through his eyes, and the hand holding the long sword trembled violently.

Yan Jidao, who was standing at the farthest distance, could no longer maintain a calm face, he stood up almost subconsciously, the shock and excitement in his eyes was as shocking and exciting as anyone present.

Most of the two hundred Han troops besieging Yinping were beheaded in an instant. Such amazing endurance and killing intent seemed to frighten the rest of the soldiers.

On the devastated battlefield, there was nothing but a desolate coldness.

"Another 30 people from the Sixteenth Regiment must be beheaded!"

Someone around shouted orders, and then surrounded Yin Ping again with lightning speed.

Countless long knives were pressed down at the same time, firmly suppressing the youth rioting in the center.

However, after struggling for a while, the long knife on Yin Ping's shoulder suddenly exploded, and the Zhan-saber in his hand suddenly turned, bloody, and dozens of corpses of the Han army fell down.

No one has ever seen such astonishing power, especially the terribly distorted expression on Yin Ping's face. His whole body seems to be able to break through the air, carrying an indescribable aura of destruction.

These Han soldiers are the youngest warriors in the empire. They are the elites of the empire who have followed Liang Guoying on countless battlefields. Now that a young man beheaded nearly a hundred people in an instant, it is frightening.

The Han army who was preparing to advance in the next round did not dare to act rashly for a while, and surrounded them quietly to confront the people in the middle.

Yan Jidao pressed the Tai'a sword on his waist and was about to step forward, when he heard the sound of horseshoes——

Liang Guoying pulled the big horse under his crotch and walked forward.

At the same time, the Han army moved out of the way, allowing the highest general of the empire to personally wipe out the young man who was rioting at the moment.

The author has something to say: the Chixiao Sword, Tai'a Sword, Chengying Sword, Dragon Sparrow Sword, and Zhentian Bow in the text

They all come from 【Top Ten Famous Swords, Top Ten Famous Knives, and Ten Famous Bows】～～