The accident in Rote City made Ao Yunxing's troops retreat helplessly and stationed in a plain with flat terrain more than ten miles outside the city.

Ao Yang's army was besieged in Jialan by four groups of troops, completely cutting off contact with the outside world. Gupa cursed in his heart. Although the Xiaoyao King marched quickly, if it were not for Ao Yunxing's two delays of military opportunities, this would not have happened. The king would not be able to accept the order outside. At this moment, Ao Yunxing is the biggest, so what can you do if you are not satisfied with it?

After exploring several more attacks, the city of Rot was as solid as a rock and could not be shaken at all. Of course, can this small-scale attack achieve effect? ​​Unless there is no one in the city, but in Ao Yunxing's words: "Now that the enemy has occupied the city, we can only wait for the army of the king of the rear town to arrive, break into the city, and fly to Jialan."

In the imperial capital, the situation on the front line was constantly reported. First, His Highness Aoyang rushed to Jialan in a hurry, intercepted Cai Lun, the former rebel army, and entered Jialan City. When the emperor heard this, he applauded and felt very satisfied with Aoyang.

Then the loss of Hengsha Dulang also came to the imperial city, summoning all officials to decipher what conspiracy Xiaoyao had. Finally, it concluded that Xiaoyao wanted to take down Luo Te, but could his army arrive before Ao Yunxing? As a result, it came out soon and another urgent report arrived. Luo Te had been occupied by the rebels, and Prince Aoyang lost contact with his friendly troops. The emperor's tea cup, who was drinking tea at the time, fell to the ground and smashed it.

The troops from Bingyuan Mountain finally arrived at Rot after a full speed and rushed to Rot and launched the most fierce attack on Rot. After a day of continuous corpses, Rot was about to take them down. At this moment, the subsequent legions of the rebels also arrived. After several fierce attacks, the exhausted counter-rebels stopped their continued attacks, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

The imperial capital was anxious at this moment. Ao Yang was lightly in battle and did not bring much food and grass. After the consumption in the past few days, it was estimated that the inventory of Jialan City had also begun to be used. If Luo Te was not opened, even if Ao Yang's army could defend it, it would have to starve. At that time, it would be absolutely unimaginable.

The imperial capital began to mobilize all the people, and the military began to recruit volunteer troops from the four major academies to go to the battlefield to assist in the attack on Rot. When Han Fengxue learned that Ao Yang was in a difficult situation, she summoned Xiaoyu and galloped away. The target was not Rot, but Jialan.

In Jialan City, the corpses outside the city are like mountains, and the soldiers who died in battle are piled up into small hills. The west wind roars past, the earth is bleak, the atmosphere is full of solemnity, and the soil on the ground is soft, soaked by blood. The bright red flowing water and the bloody setting sun symphony, the world is eclipsed.

On the top of the city were piles of corpses, and the pale faces of the tired and almost exhausted soldiers had only a firm and bold expression on their faces. Prince Ao Yang and Shi Qian stood at the forefront of the city. Their armor could no longer see what color it was, and at this time they were all blood-red.

The two lonely figures seemed to be the only one in the world, with indescribable sadness. Looking at Canhuan Duanbi, the bloody soldiers fell in front of them one by one, and their hearts were silently dripping blood. A violent collision occurred above them, and both sides were entangled.

Another row of soldiers on the city wall fell weakly. Occasionally, a few people had already climbed up to the city tower. Ao Yang held the blood-crying sword in his hand. The sword was dead. Shi Qian was surrounded by strong fire elements. When he saw someone coming up, he gave him a trick.

Seeing that there were only less than a thousand soldiers left on the top of the city, and either broken arms or broken feet, looking at the countless crowds below rushing forward one after another, Ao Yang and Shi Qian's hearts were as naked as they stood among the snowflakes of the cold winter, cold and lonely, desperate and cold.

"Kill..." Shi Qian roared miserably, and a dazzling fire suddenly appeared, and the enemy troops on the city wall turned into burnt ashes. However, at this moment, the fire element around Shi Qian dimmed, and his breathing was a little rapid, and it was already at the end of his strength.

Ao Yang looked at Shi Qian and showed a sincere admiration: "General Shi, Ao Yang can make friends like you before he dies, and he will die without regrets."

Seeing that Ao Yang could still chat and laugh so freely at this moment, the heroes felt aroused by the desire to cherish each other. The passion in his heart was relaxed again and laughed out loud.

The two of them looked down at the city and killed a few soldiers coming up again. The sword slowly raised, and the direction of the sword tip was actually his chest. Shi Qian saw Ao Yang's movements here, a drop of heroes slowly dripping. He did not persuade him that if Ao Yang was captured alive, King Xiaoyao would use him to threaten the empire. The situation would definitely be worse at that time. The army that suppressed the rebellion would also take charge of the hands and feet, which would have caused immeasurable consequences in terms of morale and strategy.

"Yaah!!!" A huge eagle sounded and was circling on the battlefield. Ao Yang looked up and saw a colorful eagle swooping down and coming towards the top of Jialan City.

"Brother Ao, no." A hurried shout sounded, and the colorful eagle arrived at the city in a moment with a strong wind. Han Fengxue walked down from the eagle's back and said to Ao Yang: "Brother, come with me."

Seeing Han Fengxue rushing for help from thousands of miles away, Ao Yang felt warm in his heart, but he shook his head: "Xuefeng, I came with 100,000 soldiers, everyone swears to guard Jialan to the death, and all sacrificed. At this time, I am the only one left. If I abandon the city, what will I see my brother who died in battle?"

Han Fengxue was very anxious, but seeing Ao Yang's calm and determined look on his face, he knew that it was impossible to change his mind. He explained to Xiao Diao in his heart, and Xiao Diao rushed into the air and attacked the rebels' air forces.

"Since my brother doesn't leave, I can only accompany you." As he said that, he took out the Jiuxiao Huanpei, stood at the top of the city, and slowly plucked the strings.

At this moment, Ao Yang was stunned, moved with worries. He knew Han Fengxue's temper and could not persuade him at all. He could only sigh helplessly and thought to himself: "If it is really a dangerous moment, even if he dies, he will leave Han Fengxue."

Shi Qian looked at the actions of the two, and was a little confused. Ao Yang smiled at him. There were millions outside the imperial city at that time. Han Fengxue's song made them unable to extricate themselves. Although it was a real killing scene at this moment, he believed that with Han Fengxue's strength, it was almost impossible for the enemy to come up easily.

"This is my brother!" Ao Yang said in confusion in the air. Shi Qian, who was beside him, saw the brotherly feelings of sharing life and death from his clear eyes, which made him tremble involuntarily. A light sentence deeply shocked him. It was like the sound of nature from the soul. At this moment, there was no impurity in Ao Yang's pure eyes, all the noise and glitz and iron-blooded tragedy were gone, only the endless brotherly love.

The eagle returned to Han Fengxue with a long sound. The rebel troops in the air had disappeared. Bingpo Hu was also stationed at the top of the city. His cold eyes glanced at the soldiers who were constantly climbing up below, like the god of death from hell. As long as someone came up, he would be destroyed.

The soldiers who were climbing to attack the city wall looked at the two powerful monsters in horror. Seeing victory in sight, two evil spirits suddenly ran from the sky. The powerful monsters were already fluttering in their clothes. The young man's elegant temperament seemed to be indifferent to the world, and he actually played the music on the top of the bloody city.

The sound of the piano gradually became high, overwhelming the noisy and hustle and graceful shouts of killing, as if the loving mother in the distance was summoning a wandering son who had left home, or like a wife and children in the family. Looking at the husband and father who were on the battlefield, sadness and sadness gradually grew, the bloodthirsty red light in her eyes slowly faded, and the murderous intent in her heart slowly faded. In their minds, there were figures, old or young, and the smoke and clouds on the battlefield seemed to be far away from them. They didn't remember that they were still climbing on the city wall at this moment, and they didn't remember that they could take Jialan if they stepped forward.

The sound of the piano began to cry, and the relatives in the distance began to cry. The swords in the hands that the soldiers began to put down actually sat on the ground, with deep thoughts and slightly cool tears in their eyes.

The soldiers in the distance were preparing to win, waiting for the city gate to open, but they saw the soldiers in front of them sitting there in dismay, puzzled each other, and another wave of tide surged. The subsequent troops were developing forward, wanting to see what was going on here, but there was no road yet, and the sound of the piano began to come into their ears. Slowly, slowly, slowly, and calmed down and started listening. Nothing outside, they forgot about the battle, just like those people at the beginning.

There were noises all over the place. The large troops behind knew what had happened and couldn't believe it. The reason for letting their army put down their weapons was just the young man on the top of the city playing the piano. At this moment, the general of this army was still Cai Lun. He was curious and led nearly a thousand soldiers forward. Then he realized that everything was that simple. While the soldiers had not been completely invaded by the sound of the piano, he opened his mouth and roared. The sound waves rolled, pulled the soldiers who were lost back and ordered to retreat.

Han Fengxue looked at the soldiers who retreated like locusts, and only the corpse mountain was left under the city wall, and a feeling of sadness also emerged in her heart. This was the battlefield. A general had achieved success and his bones were dying. He stopped playing. Shi Qian also woke up from the sadness and looked at such a young boy in front of him in shock. Although the boy's face was full of determination and his eyes were full of vicissitudes, it was still possible to see from the outline that Han Fengxue would never exceed twenty. Just such a young man, a single single, made hundreds of thousands of troops return in vain. He used to scoff at the piano master, disdain for the so-called piano competition, and let others play it all the time, but he always thought that it was not doing his job properly. At this moment, he realized what a piano master is. Sometimes a piano master can even fight against a country's thousands of horses and troops.
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