Xiao Beiqin's deputy general blocked his knife and died under the horse's hooves of North Vietnam the day before yesterday.

There are more familiar faces that disappeared silently when he didn't know them.

After three days and three nights of hard work, the soldiers were basically killed and injured, and the generals were all heroically killed. There was also civilians who had no time to escape in the city, and there was no place to fight back in front of swords, guns, and swords.

The hope in the eyes of the remaining soldiers was extinguished little by little.

They waved their swords sadly and powerlessly, questioning the general, questioning Chang'an, and questioning the world-

"Where are the reinforcements of the imperial court? Why don't the reinforcements of the imperial court?"

"Is there no reinforcements from the court at all? We can only wait to die?"

"I can't hold on anymore, I really can't hold on anymore."

"My mother..."

Xiao Beiqin on the city tower was blurred by tears.

He could no longer say a word, so he could only incorporate his anger into the flame gun and mechanically harvest one enemy's lives one by one.

His movements quickly attracted more North Vietnamese soldiers. They all recognized Xiao Beiqin's general's armor and knew that he was Zhenbeihou, so they immediately rushed up like locusts seeing food.

The person in front was injured and died, and the person behind continued to push and wave his sword.

In the endless wheel battle, even if Xiao Beiqin is a man of iron, he will be burned by the flames.

Besides, he is not.

He is an ordinary body and an ordinary person.

There is no endless blood, no endless life.

In the face of cruel war, all living beings are ants.

The general Xiao Beiqin is no exception.

When a North Vietnamese soldier slashed his leg, Xiao Beiqin staggered for a moment... At this moment, the defeat was decided.

Soon a lot of blades fell on him, constantly taking away the remaining problems of his body.

Until a North Vietnamese soldier penetrated Xiao Beiqin's heart with one knife.

Blood overflowed from his mouth, and Xiao Beiqin was about to fall and knelt on the ground with a bang.

He was not completely dead, but still supported his body with a flame gun.

The stabbing soldier's sharp blade was inserted too deep and stuck in his armor. He pulled it down and didn't pull it out.

He couldn't care about so much, and the excitement of killing the Great Yun General overshadowed everything. He shouted loudly in North Vietnamese dialect and dreamed that the gold, silver and treasures promised by the Great Prince were about to be fulfilled...

The soldier's throat passed by his gun, and his excited expression condensed on his face, turning into fear of death in an instant.

The soldier died and fell to the ground, but Xiao Beiqin stood up with this force.

He was injured everywhere, and a North Vietnamese sword was inserted into his heart.

In this way, he was not dead yet and could still hold the Flame Gun.

The North Vietnamese soldiers besieging him nearby were crazy. When they looked at Xiao Beiqin, they looked like they were looking at the devil, a devil who could not be killed no matter how hard they were.

After their momentum was relaxed, Xiao Beiqin took the opportunity to take their lives and clear the Beiyue people on the city tower.

The bodies of North Vietnamese soldiers were piled up into a hill, but Xiao Beiqin surrounded it was like a spear pointing to the sky, with red tassels floating and never falling.

For a moment, he did not dare to approach the city tower where Xiao Beiqin was.

It was not until Jin Mo, the eldest prince of North Vietnam, who was wearing a literary shirt, climbed the city tower and walked to Xiao Beiqin that he realized that the famous Zhenbeihou had been very angry for a long time.

But Xiao Beiqin's eyes were still staring like copper bells, looking tightly at the north-

That is the direction of the North Vietnamese gold tent.

"Are you unwilling to accept it?" Jin Mo looked at Xiao Beiqin who was standing tall and smiled quietly, "It's a pity that I am the slaughter and you are the fish and meat, Xiao Hou, you still lost."

Jin Mo walked straight to the spiritual platform with all his energy, and felt extremely happy, and laughed loudly on the Yunzhou city tower.

His deputy general asked for instructions and asked if Xiao Beiqin should be buried with great care.

Jin Mo looked at him strangely: "Hao Funeral? No, hang Hou Xiao on the city tower, whip the corpse for 100 times, and expose the corpse for three days."

The deputy general shook for a moment and lowered his head vigorously.

Jin Mo's order is not over yet.

"Send orders, massacre the city."

Countless lives are finally decided by these two words.

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The news of Yunzhou's great defeat and Xiao Hou's death spread throughout the northern border in a blink of an eye.

The fall of Yunzhou means that North Vietnam can drive straight into Qingzhou, and most of the land in the northern border falls into the hands of North Vietnam, and the war can burn all corners of the northern border in a blink of an eye.

The people in the North who originally thought Yunzhou could still hold on and might be able to reverse the opportunity of the fighter completely lost their luck.

Even if the story of the North Vietnamese massacre spread, no matter how deep the feelings of the hometown are, they cannot resist the fear of death. Except for some elderly people with limited mobility, most people from the north have begun to clean up their fine lines and prepare to flee south, especially towards Chang'an.

For a moment, refugees were everywhere and famine was everywhere.

Xiao Hongyu went north and before he could feel sad for the people in the northern border, he was shocked by the news that Zhenbeihou died in battle. He was shocked and almost fainted.

The Linglong drum slid down from the neckline and fell to the ground, breaking into two pieces.

Xiao Hongyu stared at the broken Linglong Xiaogu, this toy from her childhood.

Although Jiang Xi took it away when she went to Yunzhou, she tried to throw it away several times, but she still stayed there in the end.

She held the drum and wanted to ask her father, whether he regretted it or not, whether he felt guilty.

But I didn't expect that before the question was released, everything was over.

My father is dead.

All her resentment and hatred have nowhere to rely on.

Xiao Hongyu didn't cry, but was just staring blankly, as if he had no sense of the surrounding environment.

"Madam Xiao." Ji Xing, who was walking with her, whispered to her, "Have you forgotten the words of Wu Zun?"

Xiao Hongyu's whole body trembled slightly, and the light condensed in his eyes again.

"I remember."

Yes, she still has something to do.

My father died, and there were so many people in the north, so she could not let it go.

Xiao Hongyu cheered up as quickly as possible, and she and Jixing arrived in Yunzhou as soon as possible.

The deep forest road they took was thanks to Ji Xing's great ability, and he did not encounter any danger along the way or the North Vietnamese, so he successfully approached Yunzhou City.

At this time, the Yunzhou city gate opened, and the North Vietnamese people were unscrupulous.

The corpse hanging on the city tower even more strongly hit Xiao Hongyu's eyes. Even though she had already known the news of her father's death on the way, she saw with her own eyes that her father was covered in blood and was about to be insulted by the hanging corpse, Xiao Hongyu was furious and almost nodded and rushed out.

Ji Xing grabbed her in time: "Be careful!"

Xiao Hongyu had to suppress her emotions and looked at the body of her father hanging on the city tower, and her hand bones were almost crushed.

She was trembling as she spoke: "My father...my father...I want to take him home..."

Ji Xing was calmer than her: "Look, there are still those places there, and there are North Vietnamese people hiding. They deliberately hid and opened the city gate to attract people to the trap."
Chapter completed!