Dawn tears through the darkness once again and descends into the world.
The battle at Eagle Beak Cliff has reached a decisive moment.
The heavenly army is now at the end of its strength.
Yesterday afternoon, Gu Yuqi still had 900,000 troops in his hands, but now... there is not much left.
Two hundred thousand mad warriors were poisoned to death in the corridor. After a night of fighting, they did not capture Yingbelly Mountain, nor did they cut off Zhao Shiqu's head standing on the top of the mountain, but they lost most of the warriors in the heaven.
At this moment, the south side of Eagle Belly Mountain was covered with thick corpses. The heavenly soldiers, who had been unable to attack for a long time, began to attack the two wings of Eagle Belly Mountain, but still to no avail. The determination of the human soldiers to die made it difficult for the tall and brave warriors of the heaven to advance.
The two sides were really fighting for every inch of land, and a tug-of-war was going on. Throughout the night, the southern defense line of Eagle Belly Mountain was captured thirty-nine times by the heavenly warriors, and the human soldiers fought back thirty-nine times. The casualties on both sides were already high.
It cannot be described as tragic. Countless corpses were piled up on the south side of Eagle Belly Mountain.
, actually gradually formed a corpse mountain comparable to the Eagle Belly Mountain.
The flames have never been extinguished, the crossbows of the Eight Ox Crossbows and the powerful crossbow arrows have never stopped, and the enemy has never given up resistance, so the sound of the war drums in the world has never stopped.
Zhao Shiqu was still standing there. There were not many soldiers left around him. Mr. Zhuge stood beside Zhao Shiqu.
His bloodshot eyes glanced at Zhao Shiqu beside him from time to time.
At dawn, Mr. Zhuge saw Zhao Shiqu's eyes widened. The long-term fatigue made Zhao Shiqu's eyes almost turn blood red. Mr. Zhuge said: "Shuai Zhao, the gate of the south gate has been opened.
More than a million soldiers at Seishi Peak and Wangfu Ridge have broken through the hundreds of giant warriors guarding the pass and are advancing northward. Now the enemy's remaining strength has been sealed in
Once inside the canyon, we cannot escape even if we have wings. We are victorious."
Zhao Shiqu hummed and said in an extremely hoarse voice: "Thank you, thank you, old sir."
Mr. Zhuge smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you for what I did, but I didn't do anything."
Zhao Shiqu said slowly: "We won... we finally won... how many of us died."
Mr. Zhuge said with regret: "It's more than expected, much more."
Zhao Shiqu was silent for a long time, and suddenly sang something in a low voice.
No one could hear it, only Mr. Zhuge could vaguely tell that it was the battle song of the Zhenxi Army.
Mr. Zhuge said: "The war is about to end. Zhao Shuai, please go back and rest. There is no suspense about the war here."
Zhao Shiqu did not answer.
His low singing voice gradually became quieter.
Under the morning glow, he stood, his head slowly lowered.
Mr. Zhuge looked at Zhao Shiqu's side face, and tears suddenly slipped silently down his old cheeks.
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhao Shiqu. He kept kowtowing, and his forehead was bleeding red blood from the constant impact of the rocks.
But Mr. Zhuge seemed unconscious and kept kowtowing.
He sobbed: "Qin Shi... Mingyue... Han... Shi Guan... Guan..."
"Thousands of miles...the long march...no one has yet...yet...woo woo..."
"But...the...Dragon City...flying general is here..."
After singing three lines, Mr. Zhuge was already bursting into tears. He hit his head heavily on the ground and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Big...handsome!"
The few remaining soldiers behind Zhao Shiqu realized something was wrong and immediately rushed forward.
Zhao Shiqu was still standing, but there was no longer any life in his eyes.
"Little prince!"
After these soldiers discovered this, they immediately knelt on the ground and howled.
The human soldiers who were rushing up from the north of Eagle Belly Mountain were stunned when they heard the heart-rending screams coming from the top of the mountain.
An armored general knew what was going on.
He shouted: "The Marshal is dead! Brothers, kill me! Revenge for the Marshal!"
"The handsome man is in mourning!"
"The handsome man is going to his funeral..."
"The handsome man is going to his funeral..."
The sound spread from Yingbelly Mountain toward the north, like a beacon tower at the border, sounding one after another.
On a mountaintop only twenty miles away from Eagle Belly Mountain, the emperor, empress, and civil and military officials were celebrating the impending victory of this battle.
As a result, loud and tragic sounds came from the front.
Immediately afterwards, a captain of the Royal Forest Army rolled and crawled away from Gulai, knelt in front of the emperor, and hissed: "Your Majesty, Marshal Zhao... Marshal Zhao is dead!"
From the emperor down to the officials, there was an uproar.
Zhao Shiqu is the highest military commander of the Yingzui Cliff Defense Line. Although the emperor has not given him a royal title, he has been a human marshal in the past year.
Now that the Generalissimo has passed away, it immediately shocked the government and the public.
The emperor stabilized his body with the help of the eunuch, and roared: "Go down with the order! No surrender troops will be left! No survivors alive! Kill them all for me!"
The sound continues to spread to the north.
Yang Ershi, who was sitting on the Yunmengze Pier, heard the sound coming from the far south.
He stood up.
The two cultivators from the Royal Cultivation Academy who were guarding him also stood up.
Yang Eryi didn't rest all night, and what he was most afraid of hearing from the front line was the words "The Marshal's funeral".
However, the bad news still came.
He broke away from the two cultivators and flew towards the south in the air.
Yang Ershi is no longer a mortal. He is an external family member of the Cangyun Sect and practices the Cangyun True Method. However, the family business is too busy and they have not focused on cultivation.
Later, after marrying Princess Li Wanjun, she also began to practice diligently, and is now a cultivator in the realm of Yukong.
If this were not the case, Zhao Shiqu would not have sent two cultivators from the Royal Cultivation Academy to watch him here.
Zhao Shiqu died on the eve of the victory of this war.
He was not killed by the enemy, he died a good man.
A year ago, when he received the order from His Majesty the Emperor to serve as the Commander-in-Chief of the Jiannan Road March, he was already dead.
In just one year, he exhausted the rest of his life.
Although he can be regarded as a cultivator, he is a cultivator who has never even entered the door. This battle has lasted for seven days, and he has not closed his eyes once.
Such intense labor had long since consumed his life.
He should have fallen long ago, but he was holding on and persisting.
Yingbelly Mountain was defended, and the war hero's credit accounted for three, and Zhao Shiqu's credit also accounted for three.
Zhan Ying decisively mobilized the militia, blocked the enemy's skeleton army, and destroyed the enemy's army of destruction.
Zhao Shiqu seemed to have done nothing, just standing there. But it was him standing there like a javelin that completely inspired the courage and fighting spirit of the human soldiers, repelling thirty-nine enemy charges in one night.
Not a single enemy was allowed to cross the top of Eagle Belly Mountain.
