There was a tense atmosphere in the gloomy night, and the tense atmosphere was suffocating. In the quiet night, two people faced each other, with different purposes, but the same mood.
.The lights of thousands of houses suddenly turned on, and faces flashed through the lights of thousands of houses. They watched all this silently.
Shi Shouxin has been on the battlefield for many years, but he has never encountered anything like this. Whether it was a bloody battle or a siege of a city, he had never encountered such a difficult incident. Whether it was scars on his body or blood splattered out.
, he never frowned.
But tonight, he was a little annoyed by such an unexpected incident. He is a typical soldier and a decisive general. But this time, he also felt that the situation was extremely difficult.
He will definitely lose the hostages at Tianjing Pass again, and this night will be in vain. Without protecting the hostages, many eyes in Tianjing Pass are looking at them, and he cannot let the people of Da Zhou feel cold.
Even though the eyes of Ma Chenghui and Gao Chengde were filled with anger, they could not act rashly. They could only stand in the door and look helplessly at Li Yanneng in the encirclement. They knew that the Northern Han Army had fallen to this point.
, it is impossible to hope that they can fight fairly, nor can they just let it go.
In the east, a ray of light is like a sword piercing the night. The sword gleam was dim and weak at first, and then slowly turned into a brilliant color. By default, it will eventually be replaced by daylight, and the line-like light also began to slow down.
Slowly expelling the dark night around it, and then slowly becoming wider.
Feeling the strangeness of the atmosphere, the face of the old woman with Li Yanneng's blade against her neck was unusually calm, and a trace of absolute despair flashed through her turbid eyes. Her lips squirmed, wanting to open.
She opened her mouth to speak, but the cold blade against her neck made it impossible for her to move even a little bit, and she couldn't open her mouth.
No one noticed the calm expression on the old woman's face, and no one saw the look of absolute determination flashing through her. Because everyone's eyes fell on the Northern Han general Li Yanneng, and the group of people standing in a circle.
The soldiers of the Northern Han Dynasty. All eyes were focused on the generals of the Northern Han Dynasty. It was not that they did not care about the two hostages, but they hoped to put more pressure on the Northern Han army from their own eyes.
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"Shi Shouxin, have you thought about it carefully? You still want to go to Guancheng if you want someone. You can decide for yourself. Li's patience is limited. At worst, he will drag these two women to be buried with him."
"Mom, the child is unfilial." Gao Chengde's heart was completely panicked. He couldn't help but knelt down with a thump and said angrily to his mother. His mother's silver hair and wrinkles eroded by the years were like ravines.
He was so kind, but it brought him more pain. He was incompetent. He had no ability to rescue his mother. He knew that his mother gave birth to him in her thirties, and he also knew that his father was dead.
He grew up early because his mother, who looked much older than his age, brought him up.
Gao Mu struggled for a while and took a breath. During her struggle, the blade brought a trace of bright red blood to her neck. It was flowing down from her neck and soon dyed her dress red.
Shabby cotton clothes.
"Chengde, stand up for my mother." Gao Mu said a sonorous and powerful word with difficulty from her mouth. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength. After speaking, her face turned pale and her body shook slightly.
Trembling. Her voice wasn't very loud, but it was shocking in everyone's ears, and the blood flow around her neck became even thicker.
As soon as he heard the old woman's powerful words of rebuke, Li Yanneng couldn't help but feel a bad feeling. He held the saber tighter. A faint look shot out of his eyes, and he cast his gaze on the man kneeling on the ground.
The young man above him quickly dissipated the bad feeling in his heart, and a trace of joy flowed through his heart. In the dream, it was this young man who killed him, but at this time the man knelt down.
How could this not make him feel extremely happy in front of himself.
"Mother." Gao Chengde roared again. He knew his mother was better than his mother, but the one who knew his mother was not his son. At this time, Gao Chengde still didn't know what his mother was going to do. He couldn't help crying, hoping that his mother wouldn't
He used that extreme method, but he also felt deeply guilty for his incompetence. Otherwise, how could his mother fall into the hands of thieves?
"Chengde, remember how your father died, and remember to avenge your mother and your father." Gao Mu's eyes shot out a stern light. Then her body suddenly jumped forward, and her neck was towards the blade.
As it hit her, blood splattered everywhere, and the old woman's body slowly fell to the ground.
Li Yanneng was stunned, and all the remnants of the Northern Han Dynasty were also stunned. Time seemed to have stopped. It was very quiet, as quiet as death. Only the bright line like sword light rose slowly from the east, and soon it would be over.
The vast night opened a hole, and then slowly spread to all directions.
Shi Shouxin was shocked, and all the Zhou troops were also shocked. They did not expect such an ending. Countless endings flashed through their hearts, but no one thought it would be like this. There was a strong feeling in their hearts.
Their respect is very heavy, much heavier than that of Taihang Mountain.
"No", a hoarse voice rang out, waking up the shocked people. They thought it was coming from Gao Chengde, who was grief-stricken after losing his mother. But their eyes once again looked at the Northern Han army.
At this time, a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
Widow Zhang had a faint smile on her face. She reached out and brushed the messy hair on her forehead. Her eyes showed an extremely gentle look, which fell on Ma Chenghui. There was resentment in her eyes,
There is also the infatuation that is hard to let go, and the deep reluctance that is hard to break up.
And all this fell in Ma Chenghui's eyes. He clearly saw the neck where the blade was pressed very carefully. There was no slender neck, and no skin as bright as snow. But all this fell in Ma Chenghui's eyes.
But it was extremely beautiful. He felt that this widow was more beautiful than any other woman in the world. In his heart, whether it was Widow Zhang’s plump body, her strong voice, or her thick
The eyebrow line and short eyelashes, but in his eyes, she became the most perfect woman in the world.
Everyone was still deep in astonishment, and no one noticed that there was a look of resoluteness flashing through the gentle eyes of Widow Zhang. The deputy general next to her had not yet come to his senses, because he was shocked by what just happened.
That scene shocked me.
The gentle smile on Widow Zhang's face hadn't dissipated yet. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand to grab the sword, and she also hit the blade fiercely. The blood splashed from her neck was like blooming in the night.
Like flowers, gorgeous and dazzling, making people feel endless sadness.
Ma Chenghui never took his eyes away from Widow Zhang. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but let out a cry of sadness. He could not wait to rush into the Northern Han army immediately, and he could not wait to kill the gentle smile on his face.
The woman hugged her tightly, but he found that his legs were filled with lead and he could not move at all.
The blooming flowers have not had time to wither, but they have already lost their lives. Widow Zhang is just the most ordinary flower among many flowers. She has no outstanding beauty or exquisite figure, and she is still a widow. But
All this is not important to Ma Chenghui. In his eyes, the most perfect woman in the world is her.
Happiness often comes too suddenly, but nature plays tricks on people. Before he could tightly grasp this happiness, he lost it again. And the loss was so complete. This feeling is even more uncomfortable than the taste of knives.
A thousand times, or even ten thousand times. The slowly falling body, the slight smile on the corner of the mouth, and the blood spurting out from the neck like flowers, all were spinning in front of his eyes.
A complicated look flashed across Shi Shouxin's eyes. He was in awe of those two people, but he was a soldier and a general of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The respect that surged in his heart still did not make him lose his mind.
He could only express condolences in his heart for the death of the two people, but he still believed that blood debts must be repaid with blood, so he waved his hand without hesitation.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh", arrows emitting a faint light were shot towards the Northern Han army in the courtyard. In an instant, screams of ups and downs came from the courtyard.
When the last Northern Han soldier fell, the courtyard was filled with corpses of Northern Han soldiers hit by arrows. Every corpse was covered with arrows. The courtyard was like a hell on earth.
, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses piled up. I don’t know why, but not a single arrow hit Li Yanneng or the deputy general.
Looking at the soldiers of the Northern Han Dynasty who fell to the ground at his feet, Li Yanneng's chest felt like a cone hit, and his face became extremely pale. The saber in his hand was still stained with blood from the old woman's neck. He wanted to cut the blade of the sword into the ground.
The blood stains on the blade were shaken off, but the blood stains were engraved on the blade, giving off a faint and heart-stopping sheen.
Li Yanneng raised the saber in his hand, and there was a bitter taste in his throat. He had completely lost. He had not taken advantage of the right time, location, and people. No wonder he lost. He looked at the place again.
The corpses of the Northern Han army fell on the ground, and his eyes were blurred by the rolling blood.
Gao Chengde ignored the Northern Han general standing with his sword raised. He took his mother's body out of the pile of Northern Han army corpses and walked out of the courtyard slowly and expressionlessly. Li Yanneng looked at the stalwart figure and felt in his heart
A sense of powerlessness arose, and the sturdy young man seemed to grow taller overnight.
"Please, please spare me." The deputy general threw away the saber in his hand and knelt on the ground with a thump, pleading like a chicken pecking at rice. However, his pleading did not attract Ma Chenghui's attention. He seemed to
Without seeing the begging lieutenant, he headed straight towards the pile of dead bodies.
He picked up Widow Zhang, who was dead but still had a breath of body heat, and walked out of the hospital.
Li Yanneng had been waiting. He was waiting for Gao Chengde's revenge. He did not leave. He knew his end. The Zhou army deliberately left him and the deputy general behind, just to let them take revenge personally. When his eyes fell on
There was a look of disgust on his face when he touched the lieutenant general who kept begging and kowtowing like a chicken pecking at rice.
The darkness of night will eventually be driven away. When the sun rises in the east, there is still a deathly silence in Tianjingguan City.
When the golden sunshine swayed down from the east, the hunting fork in Gao Chengde's hand finally pierced Li Yanneng's chest and passed through. The blood splashing from the hunting fork dyed the sunshine that was swaying down.
The blood red color is as if the rising sun is like a big blood ball.
Li Yanneng looked down at the hunting fork that passed through his chest, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, with an expression of relief on his face. That dream was his life, and the young man holding the hunting fork was his destiny star.
, the number one person in the Northern Han Dynasty’s military department, and his great achievements, all of them are just passing by.
Gao Chengde sat down on the ground. The hunting fork in his hand was still in the chest of the Northern Han general. He wanted to pull it out, but he no longer had any strength. There were more shocking scars on his body.
Flesh and flesh were turning, blood was flowing, and he was almost exhausted.
But he didn't notice that two young men were walking slowly towards the blood-like rising sun in the light of the morning sun.