"This matter does not need to be discussed further!" Dongfang Wenqing said with displeasure: "We cannot afford to lose the foundation of the Dongfang family and its reputation for thousands of years! Even if it means death, we cannot afford to lose it! When the sun comes out of the East, I will not be defeated! I
When we are about to achieve such glory, if we shrink into the punishment of heaven and take shelter under the wings of beasts, how can we talk about reviving the Eastern family!?"
The conversation has reached this point, and it can be said that it is all said and done. If we try to make peace with each other reluctantly, we will really end up splitting our skin.
Jun Moxie had no choice but to tell everyone to be on guard, and then gave them as many healing elixirs as possible, and arranged for multiple messenger falcons, which were also used by the subordinates of the Eagle King of the Heavenly Punishment Forest.
Keep each other informed of information so that we can provide support if anything changes.
On the second day, Dongfang Wenqing, Duanmufan and others left Tianxiang and hurried back to their respective families.
Mr. Jun Zhantianjun's discussion with Mr. Dugu Zongheng was met with disappointment. Mr. Dugu, who was drinking, heard the news brought by Mr. Jun. He couldn't help but be stunned for a long time before waving his hands and saying: "You guys go, I won't
Let’s go! Dugu’s family... we’re not going anywhere!”
Jun Zhantian had known him all his life, how could he not understand his thoughts? He stopped persuading him, sighed, got up and left in silence.
Dugu Zongheng looked at his back silently, and when Jun Zhantian was about to walk out of the door, he suddenly said in a low voice: "Tell your grandson, treat my granddaughter well! She is the treasure of our Dugu family! If she is treated badly,
Be careful, I will kill him!"
Jun Zhantian stood in silence for a while, sighed again, and walked away, leaving only one sentence: "The people of Tianxiang will be left to you..."
Dugu Zongheng watched him go away, suddenly raised his neck and drank a large bowl of wine. He murmured: "Old man, you better understand me. I, Dugu Zongheng, have never been in love with power.
People. Those boys in the family are not conspiracy material...but the two military pillars of Tianxiang Kingdom have protected Tianxiang for sixty years! Tianxiang Kingdom not only has an emperor, but also hundreds of millions of people!
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"Your Laojun family is definitely going to leave, but if the Dugu family also leaves... what will they do? How can I bear to watch the lives of the people in ruins? I, the nine men of the Dugu family, have to fight for these billions of lives.
Supporting a river and a mountain! Whether I appreciate it or not, in short, this is one of the few meanings in my life of Dugu Zongheng!"
"As for the royal family...when did I ever put the royal family's glory and wealth in my eyes?"
Say a word and take a big sip of wine. After saying this, Dugu Zongheng slumped down on the table. The wine bowl fell to the ground and was shattered. However, he still murmured to himself: "Heroes and heroes rush forward."
Forward... At this precarious moment, how can we, the heroes of the Dugu family, retreat? We can only rush forward! Rush forward... Otherwise, the entire Tianxiang will be devastated and covered with flames. We can't go, we can't
Let’s go…”
Everyone in the Jun family was busy preparing to evacuate, but Mr. Jun was sitting alone on the high tower of the Jun family, looking out in ecstasy. Tianxiang City, brick by brick, every plant and tree, seemed to be unable to see enough.
...This is the place that my family has been guarding all my life! For this place, I have fought hard all my life and escaped death hundreds of times! For this place, I stood up without regrets and never looked back, transformed into a military god, and fought on the battlefield! Over there
The wind and moon, the cold wind of the desert, the iron hooves of the grassland, the whistling of the flags, the Jun family is full of people, who has not experienced it... The old man watched quietly, and slowly his eyes filled with crystal tears, and two lines of clear tears ran down his cheeks.
Slowly flowing down, hanging on the snow-white beard, and then dripping on the ground, drop after drop... From youth to old age, how many brothers turned into bones in front of me; how many good men fell to the ground before my eyes.
Under their leadership, they fought in bloody battles and wrapped their bodies in horse leather... His biological sons and grandsons all poured their blood on this land... The light of the sword was still shining in front of his eyes, and the majestic and sad horn was still ringing in his ears...
...The eyes of the brothers when they were dying are still in my heart, and the dying cry is still stirring in my chest... "Brother Jun! Brother Jun..." Jun Zhantian closed his eyes hard, and there was a twitching on his old face.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly. Only his shoulders were shaking and shaking slightly... He couldn't let go! He couldn't let go! He really couldn't let go... But now, he was finally leaving!
This place obviously left me countless blood, tears, and regrets, but why do I feel so painful when I talk about leaving?
"Heroes fight life and death lightly in a hundred battles, and a strong man never looks back in his life; an iron horse is cut off by the glaciers and the wind blows, and the blood is thick with the soul's dream sword several times!" Jun Zhantian almost choked when he read this poem. This poem was written when he was on the battlefield.
After the war, I often sang loudly with my old brothers while wiping the blood on the sword. Now, how many people still remember it?
Jun Zhantian's tears flowed down his face, but he gritted his teeth tightly and burst out word by word from between his teeth in a cry-like voice: "Brothers, I... really... want to leave... leave.
This is where your heroic souls are... If you miss me, I hope to get together in my dreams..."
This strong old man didn't cry when his son died, and he didn't cry when his grandson died. But today, he shed emotional tears unconsciously! Because he was about to leave the place he loved so much.
The land...is also the land that he has watered with his whole life!
Although this land has failed him, although the imperial power in this land has hurt him, taking away his son and framed his grandson again and again... But this world is, after all, Jun Zhantian's life.
It was defeated! It was also protected by the Jun family through all the hardships!
Humans are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?
To this day, he has to leave, he has to leave! Because if he insists on not leaving, Jun Wuyi and Jun Moxie will definitely not leave. In that case, the Jun family will be truly finished! Sons and grandsons have already died for this land.
Shuang, will your last descendants be buried in this land?
No! Absolutely not!
So he has to go! Even though he is so reluctant to leave.
But now, he must take responsibility for his family!
...Jun Moxie was alone, dressed in flowing green clothes, strolling down the deserted street, walking slowly and unhurriedly towards the direction where the shouts of death came from.
His demeanor was very leisurely and his steps were relaxed, but the distance between each step was surprisingly consistent! He walked all the way, very carefully, even... solemnly!
Because, the end of the road is the end of the antenna grudges!
The blood debt of Jun Wuhui, the commander of the army in white, the grief and death of Jun Wumeng, the iron-blooded war god; the lives of his two brothers, Moyou Mochou, and the ten years of sleep of their mother... we must all get it back from the culprit today!
All the price!
Today, the Jun family has decided to leave, so Jun Moxie will never do anything like long nights and many dreams again! No matter what... today, the grudge is settled!
The second prince was indeed cooperative enough, and Li Youran was nimble enough. He was able to successfully solve one of them in such a short period of time, and even caused such a big farce. So, in this case, it would be better to hurry up.
It's a coincidence, let's just use this auspicious day to solve the past events!
The grudges and grudges will end today! I, the only descendant of the Jun family, will ask for it with my own hands! From now on, the Jun family will have no regrets! No more regrets in every lifetime!
On Tianxiang Street, countless houses have been demolished. The once prosperous and lively streets and residential areas have now become a battlefield for the warring parties! In this small place, there are actually nearly 30,000 to 40,000 people shouting.
They were standing and fighting, with blood flowing out and limbs flying sideways. People kept falling to the ground due to injuries, or dying directly. One moment they were shouting and killing, and the next moment they had turned into a corpse with a particularly warm body temperature... Logistics
The personnel kept rushing forward to snatch back the wounded on their own side, but those at the core of the battle had no choice but to consider themselves unlucky! No non-combatants would easily set foot there!
On the emperor's side, His Majesty the Emperor of Tianxiang is very majestic today. He is wearing a golden helmet and golden armor. He is proudly riding on a snow-white divine horse. He is holding a three-foot green sword to supervise the formation. He is driving and marching in person, vowing to kill his own.
son!
Behind him, it was the third prince Yang Zhe, who also looked impassioned and fearless of death! However, there were only forty or fifty people around him, holding up shields to protect him.
It seems that the third prince is still very afraid of death!
Opposite them, in the distance, the second prince with red eyes was riding on a fiery red horse, spinning back and forth, like a donkey spinning in a mill road, foaming at the mouth.
, with a ferocious face: "Kill! Kill for me! Kill those two sons of bitches! I will definitely reward you heavily! When I ascend the throne and become emperor, you will all be loyal ministers who founded the country! You will be rich, noble, high-ranking, and generous.
It’s at your fingertips! Success in one battle will bring glory to all generations!”
On the high wall of the Second Prince's Mansion, there was actually a chair suspended in the air. However, the Grand Master's chair was tied to the big trees on both sides with two ropes. It was more than ten feet high from the ground. The person sitting on it was sitting upright.
It was Li Youran, Mr. Li, dressed in fluttering white clothes and wearing a feather fan and turban. He was talking and laughing freely, with a relaxed look on his face.
It's really like the meaning of Wu Meizhoulang in the Eastern Three Kingdoms. While talking and laughing, the oars and oars were wiped out... Li Youran observed the battle situation with keen eyes, very calmly, swung the folding fan in his hand to the left, and the messenger on the left raised his hand.
The small flag in his hand was waving, and during the battle, the second prince suddenly heard a horn sound, and the formation would change accordingly! Sometimes he waved it to the right, and there was another change... Jun Moxie smiled and watched quietly.
Seeing this scene, it suddenly appeared that the second prince's military strength was now at an absolute disadvantage, but under Li Youran's command, as the formations continued to change, the entire battlefield formed a flesh-and-blood millstone, with both sides suffering casualties.
However, the majority of the casualties were on the emperor's side. With a small number of enemies and a small victory, there may not be a possibility of a counterattack... Jun Moxie was even sure that this strange situation must have been deliberately created by Li Youran.
Otherwise, with his ingenuity, he would never be able to fall into such a deadly battle! Let alone be so leisurely and contented!