The city gate opened, and 48,000 people left under the leadership of Jiang Haiping.
The sound of horse hooves sounded like thunder.
Si Fuqing wanted to follow, but was held down by two soldiers who were left behind in the city.
One of the soldiers lowered his head, his voice already choked with sobs: "Commander, this is the best way. We don't want this, but... there is no way."
These are the most difficult years for Daxia due to internal and external troubles.
The old emperor was too fatuous and only cared about the life and death of the people.
All the mess was left to Emperor Yin.
Fortunately, he had the strength himself and had many generals under his command, so he was able to turn the tide.
Si Fuqing fell silent.
Looking from the city wall, she could already see the dense barbarian army.
Due to blood differences, all barbarian men are over 1.9 meters tall, and two meters is not uncommon.
There is already a huge difference in physique.
Forty-eight thousand people versus three hundred thousand, the hope of winning is extremely slim.
The barbarian general leading the army also thought so. He sneered: "Jiang Haiping, you and I have been rivals for many years. This is the last time. Don't worry, I will capture you alive and let you see how the Beizhou you guarded was annexed by our barbarians.
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Daxia is a vast land with rich resources.
The barbarians have always wanted to occupy Daxia.
Seeing that he was about to succeed, who knew that Emperor Yin would suddenly appear?
They actually captured several cities in a row.
The barbarian general was filled with hatred.
Today, they finally found an opportunity. This war must be won!
He wanted to see how Jiang Haiping led more than 40,000 people to fight!
The barbarian general raised his hand, and the barbarian soldiers behind him rushed out.
But they failed to break through Jiang's army's defense line in the first place.
Jiang Haiping shot down and instantly penetrated the chests of the four barbarian soldiers.
He put the gun back and thrust it out again.
Several more huge bodies came to the end.
This gave Jiang Jiajun great confidence and encouragement.
"Brothers! In these years, we have not slept peacefully for a day. Why? They don't let us sleep!" Jiang Haiping raised his voice, "How can we let foreigners trust our homeland?"
"Work together as one to defeat the bandits who bully us!"
"Suppress the barbarians and protect the territory of Daxia!"
Lift up your eyes to see the sun, but you will not see eternal peace.
Obviously Yong'an City is in Zhongzhou, but they can't see it.
The barbarians could not understand at all why the Jiang family's army was so small in number, yet each one of them could defeat many.
The more injuries they suffered, the more courageous they became in fighting.
The Battle of Yanmen was a tragic war.
More and more people fell, and the khaki desert was dyed red with blood.
Si Fuqing stood on the city wall, holding the cold stone in her fingers.
She asked herself that she had never been afraid of anything, even in the deep sea, she could overcome her phobia of the sea.
But now, she is scared.
She is standing here, as long as she can use the power of the evolver, she can heal the entire battlefield, but she can't save anyone, she can only watch them die.
For three days and three nights, 48,000 people defeated the barbarian army of 300,000 people and won.
None of them are evolved, let alone have other abilities. They are all ordinary people, but they won the battle.
After seeing it with his own eyes, Si Fuqing realized that the few sentences in the history books were not enough to describe the real history.
The ground was full of corpses.
Especially among the more than 40,000 Jiang family troops, everyone's body was covered in scars so deep that there were almost no intact parts.
Only Jiang Haiping was left.
He was also covered with wounds, and he held on to the spear in his hand tightly, but he did not fall down.
Although his face was covered in blood, he was smiling.
Won, Yanmen defended.
"Stab it!"
The extremely angry barbarian general stabbed Jiang Haiping directly in the right chest with his long knife and picked him up.
There were only less than a thousand men left in the 300,000-strong army, which was simply a shame for the barbarians.
"Not only will I kill you, I will also kill the monarch you serve." The barbarian general laughed angrily, "A boy with yellow hair dares to sit in the position of emperor. He cannot defend the five states of Great Xia.
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"But I won't kill you." The barbarian general suddenly approached, "Jiang Haiping, I recognize your ability, why should you surrender to a young boy? As long as you join us, our king will still regard you as marshal."
Jiang Haiping is so scary.
With a force of 40,000 and a force of 300,000, it is a formidable enemy of the barbarians.
If you cannot use it for your own use, you must die.
"I am not fighting for Your Majesty." Jiang Haiping gasped, blood flowing down the corners of his mouth, "Your Majesty and I are fighting for the people of the five states, you guys?"
He sneered, but his eyes were still arrogant: "If you are not of the same race as me, your heart must be different."
"Chi!"
The barbarian general became angry and stabbed the sword deeper.
This knife plunged directly into Jiang Haiping's heart.
His eyes suddenly opened wide and he spurted out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.
On the city wall, Si Fuqing's expression changed drastically: "Marshal!"
The barbarian general's men did not stop.
One sword, two swords, three swords... thirteen swords.
Jiang Haiping's eyelids became heavy.
When a person is about to die, his memory begins to fade away.
He suddenly remembered the letter he received yesterday.
It was written by Mrs. Jiang, saying that Jiang Zhaoyue missed him again, and asked him when he would go back. If he went back this year, he could still catch up with Jiang Xuanjin's crowning ceremony.
Jiang Haiping's lips moved silently and his left hand dropped.
He can't go back.
More and more knives stabbed him.
Jiang Haiping's heart had stopped beating long ago, but he was still standing, which simply went against the laws of nature.
I would rather die standing than live on my knees.
The barbarian general was also extremely horrified and his hands trembled: "Cut off his head quickly! Cut off his head quickly!"
"Crack!"
A young general waved his hand and chopped off Jiang Haiping's head.
It's just that his head rolled down, but his body remained upright.
The remaining barbarian soldiers were so frightened that they couldn't help but take a step back.
At the same time, Zhongzhou, Yong'an City.
Mrs. Jiang, who was embroidering clothes for Jiang Zhaoyue, trembled. Suddenly her hand was pricked by a needle, and her eyes widened instantly.
She raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch something, and murmured: "Is it an illusion? Why do I feel... you are no longer here..."
At this moment, on the Yanmen battlefield.
"General, he's still standing!" The young general was also horrified, "What should I do?"
"Hmph, hard bones." The barbarian general took a deep breath, "Take it back, chop it into minced meat, and feed it to my wild dogs!"
Isn’t Jiang Haiping proud?
Then he will crush this pride.
Several soldiers nodded.
They now have less than a thousand men and can no longer attack the city.
Just as they were about to drag Jiang Haiping's body back, a rapid voice fell.
"Military advisor is not allowed!"
Si Fuqing quickly climbed down from the city gate, rushed to the battlefield as fast as she could currently, hugged Jiang Haiping's body, then turned around and ran away.
"Where did the white-faced scholar come from?" The barbarian general frowned, "Looking for death!"
Jiang Haiping's army of 300,000 soldiers was reduced to only 5,000 or 6,000 men. His plan to seize Yanmen failed. He was angry that there were still people who dared to mess with him.
He immediately picked up his long knife and slashed at Si Fuqing.
"Crack!"
The knife struck her body.
In an instant, it was a deep wound.
A strong fishy sweetness surged into his throat. Si Fuqing gritted his teeth and refused to spit out a mouthful of blood, still protecting Jiang Haiping's body.
She could not change the direction of history, nor could she let Jiang Haiping be humiliated by these barbarians.
The barbarian general was furious.
He couldn't deal with Jiang Haiping, and he couldn't deal with a military advisor?
Since you have to die, don't blame him for being rude.
The barbarian general swung his sword and struck out again.
There was another wound on Si Fuqing's back.
Her steps staggered.
The expressions of the only two soldiers left on the city gate changed: "Military advisor!"
"Want to keep company with your marshal? I'll make it happen!" the barbarian soldier said twice, waving his sword for the third time, "How dare a scholar to overestimate his own abilities like this!"
But the knife failed to hit.
The sound of horse hooves sounded at this moment, running wildly.
Si Fuqing felt a light touch on her feet and she was lifted up. The hand put her on the tall horse, and the owner of the hand turned over and dismounted.
The next second, there was only a "clang" sound, which was the sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed.
The barbarian general's eyes widened. He lowered his head blankly and looked at the Dragon Bird Sword inserted in his chest in disbelief.
As soon as he opened his mouth, blood poured out of his throat continuously and he couldn't stop it.
"Ho ho..." The barbarian general covered his chest and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word. His huge body fell down unwillingly.
There is no one alive under the Dragon Bird Sword.
The young emperor raised his hand, and the Dragon Bird Sword returned to his hand.
The cold blade was pointed directly at the remaining barbarian soldiers.
His voice was light but had a strong sense of oppression: "Exit Yanmen, Paul's body will be intact."