Xiao Mohan looked at the high-spirited soldiers, feeling proud. Finally he looked at the direction he came from, then rode his horse and rushed towards Jiacheng. He held a scimitar in his hand, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and his murderous aura was fully exposed.
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The sun was originally shining brightly in the sky, but now, thick dark clouds have accumulated unknowingly, and thunder and lightning can be heard from time to time. The smell of blood from Jiacheng lingers for a long time, making people suffocating and nauseating.
Xiao Mohan and others tried their best to kill the enemy, and their faces and bodies were covered with their blood. When they rushed into the city, they looked at the mountains of corpses piled on the streets, and the death scenes were hideous and terrifying.
His mind was filled with warm memories of the past with the people, and his men became more and more fierce in their actions. They said that men would bleed without shedding tears, but the people they had protected for many years ended up like this.
My heart is full of sorrow, and my words are endless and desolate.
Xu Shi had killed too many enemies, and their hands had become numb, like puppets. They only wanted to avenge the people. However, there were only two thousand of them, and the enemy army plus Jiacheng's rebel generals numbered eight.
Thousands of horses.
At this moment, the only thing that can support Xiao Mohan and others is the overwhelming hatred that gnaws at their bones.
Thunder and lightning roared across the sky, and it had not rained for a long time. At this moment, it seemed that God was feeling sad for it. Big raindrops kept falling, mixed with the sounds of weapons clashing, roars, and knives piercing flesh during the fight.
The voice became increasingly sad.
Xiao Mohan and his soldiers were exhausted, their physical strength had been severely exhausted, and there were only a few enemy troops left. This was a premeditated killing, and tens of thousands of lives were sacrificed to lure Xiao Mohan into it.
Even on the battlefield, they are so cruel!
Regardless of whether this battle is successful or not, Xiao Mohan will never escape infamy.
In the violent storm, Xiao Mohan looked at the group of Xiao Jiajun who were coming with all their strength. His nose was sore, he held back tears, and his tightly pursed lips slowly bloomed into a smile.
In full view of everyone, he fell into a pool of blood soaked in rain after being stabbed several times. The splashing water was like a sharp knife piercing the hearts of all the soldiers.
"marshal!!!"
The soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs and ran towards him.
Xiao Mohan relaxed now and found that he had lost the strength to lift his fingers. He looked into the distance and suddenly realized that he had not even said his final goodbye to her.
"Shu'er, I have committed my life to the people in this life. I thought that when I returned to Beijing this time, I would live in seclusion with you in the countryside and grow old together. I never thought that I would end up like this... I, Xiao Mohan, can't help you. If I have
In the next life, I will give you everything. Yue'er... As a father, I only hope that you stay away from the court and live in peace for the rest of your life..."
One inch of parting sorrow, two tears of lovesickness, three lifetimes of unbreakable love, lighting four hell lamps, tears streaming down my face, and finally becoming very sad and regretful.
In Jiacheng City, there were countless broken limbs and corpses on the ground, and the flowing rainwater was completely dyed red and seeped into the soil.
Xiao Jiajun's eyes were red, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face.
There is gold under the men's knees. They have been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and they are proud and proud. At this moment, they all kneel in the blood. The same is true for the people of Jiacheng who survived by chance. The splashing rain falls on their faces and bodies, mixing with tears.
slide.
Lu Jingshu, who was waiting for the return of Xiao Mohan and others in the distance, felt a sharp pain in her heart. Her eyes dimmed for a while, and she vaguely seemed to see Xiao Mohan wearing a battle armor, smiling and extending his hand towards her...
'Shu'er, let's go home.'
"Hanlang..."
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The original battle report of the great victory in the border war was sent back to Kyoto, and everyone cheered and waited for the return of the God of War.
Although the final outcome of the war remained unchanged and Xiliang was defeated, their war god was framed and ambushed on his way back to the court. Nearly 3,000 cavalrymen and 10,000 people in Jiacheng died with him.
, were brutally slaughtered to death.
This incident not only shocked the government and the public, but also left a lingering haze in the hearts of the people. This chapter has been completed!