Zhao Kou's indignant cry came from Wancheng: "Let me go down, let me go down...let me go."
"Master Zhao, you must not go out. If you go out, you will fall into a trap." Duotong and Liang Tao pulled Zhao Kou from left to right.
But Di Qing didn't say a word, standing silently on the city wall and crying.
Who would have thought that this war-god general who had fought all his life would actually cry in front of a corpse.
The continuous drizzle filled Guancheng with an insoluble sadness. Xiahou Lingbi cried so hard that he couldn't breathe. He stared at his biological father's stiff body and hung his hands on the hard city wall bricks over and over again.
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Everyone knew that the city gate must not be opened, but if the city gate was not opened, would they just watch Xiahou Liancheng lying like this on the observation deck?
But at this time, Yan Xitong on the river bank actually ordered people to shoot arrows with fire at the watchtower. Although it was still raining, the arrows dipped in tung oil could still burn.
"Father--"
"Big speaker——"
"Uncle Guo——"
The murderous intent in the city is getting stronger and stronger. If it weren't for the military orders, the people in the city would have rushed out and fought Yan Xitong to the death.
The fire was burning loudly, and the watchtower was simple and hollow. As soon as the flames burned, they immediately shot up.
The crackling sound was sharp and harsh, and thick smoke rose slowly.
People in Wancheng could only watch helplessly, but could not come out to put out the fire.
With a bang, the wooden watchtower could not withstand the burning of the fire and collapsed instantly. Xiahou Liancheng's body fell from the tall watchtower.
Liu Chi and I saw the opportunity and held Xiahou Liancheng before he fell.
It was too late, but it was too soon. As soon as the other party saw us, without Yan Xitong's orders, arrows rushed towards us like rain. Liuchi turned back to face the direction of the arrows and waved his sleeves vigorously. In an instant, a dead tree appeared in spring.
A small stem condensed into a solid wall, and all the arrows that came towards it were caught in the air, and some of them were stuck when they shot in.
I held Xiahou Liancheng's body and fell to the ground. Feeling the lingering warmth in my palms, I suddenly felt indescribable grief.
"Queen - it's the queen." The whole city shouted, some with joy and some with surprise.
The straw curtain couldn't bear the weight of the arrow and fell to the ground with a crash, just like a curtain falling.
I heard Yan Xitong yelling angrily in the distance: "Who asked you to shoot the arrow? Who?"
I don't blame Yan Xitong for doing this.
Everyone is their own master. In war, the soldiers who are responsible for killing are not at fault because they are just following orders. The fault is with the people who gave the orders.
"Your Majesty, what should we do?"
Yan Xitong said nothing.
Liu Chi has been standing beside me, looking down at me and slowly closing Xiahou Liancheng's eyes.
Suddenly, everyone shouted from the city wall: "Long live the king, long live the king, long live the king."
Xia Yan is here.
I thought I would meet him, but I never thought I would meet him under such circumstances.
We haven’t seen each other for several months, and even if we are so close, we just pass each other by.
A strange emotion is flowing in my blood. I want to see what Xia Yan's expression looks like now.
I slowly raised my head, looking up at that unattainable face as I had just seen him.
The drizzle was silent, and we walked up and down, looking at each other.
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