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In good times, it seems not difficult for a high-ranking person like King Nan to meet someone who can sacrifice his life for him, but in a desperate situation, if there are people who sacrifice their lives, then such people should be cherished.
He was a little envious. If he reached the end of his rope, he didn't know if there would still be five hundred people willing to sacrifice their lives and never leave. There should be some. If nothing else, the armored knights around him should be there. As for the seven white-robed men,
, it’s hard to say. Unlike the armored knights, these white robes seemed to be sane, but they just didn’t speak. All the way north, whether it was breaking the siege or changing their marching route, it was just a thought. All other things were decided by the white robes.
, and he was just living in confusion. If this matter spread, it would definitely cause an uproar.
Song Yayu guessed wrong, or his self-esteem and face made him lose his last hope of survival. If he had decided to leave Yuzhou half a day earlier and been protected by Song Wuque and Yu Hongyan, he would not have died, but
By the time he understood that Li Luo and the cavalry were unstoppable, it was already too late. The wall built by his guards with their bodies collapsed after holding on for three hours. During these three hours, it should have been
The difference between life and death, but Song Yayu hesitated. A great hero of his generation was reduced to being protected by children and women. This made him hesitate anyway, but this slight hesitation cut off his chance of making a comeback.
On the south bank of the river, the clouds and trees are half sunny. The sails are gone and the blue sky is gone. The tide is rising and the sun is setting. The north and the south are separated.
The Jiangnan grass is like a seed and a trace. It reflects the fallen flowers and the orioles' tongues are messy. The green enchants the souls of Nanpu tourists. They fight against the green robes every day.
She wants to turn around, but her softness is extremely delicate. The night rain has passed through the distant green sky, and there is a faint tide on the cold sand. Who dreams of orchids?
Jiangnan water, the river road turns to flat sand. The rain is high and the smoke collects. The wind is clear and the waves spit out cold flowers. The stars are delivered far away.
A man of fame and fortune, he has wandered around and yet has not returned home. The fishermen sing far away in front of Xisai Mountain, and the wild geese walk diagonally on the waves of Dongting. They travel to the far end of the world.
He had heard this song "The Love of Misty Rain in the South of the Yangtze River" when he came here, and now he seemed to have heard it again, but his mood was not the same. One after another, he seemed to be thinking a lot, and then he seemed not to be thinking about anything, and he was just thinking.
, looking at the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River on the Dijian River, and the desperate situation of Song Yayu on the riverside.
There is plenty of water in the south, which is not conducive to Mutianlang cavalry operations. The combat effectiveness of the most elite Yueqi battalions is greatly reduced. This is everyone's understanding. In the four battles in Li Luo's life, he pacified the Western Regions and established his power in Mobei.
Mu Tianlang's cavalry, as for the Dongfu gangsters, those pirates who came ashore are just a little bit better than a toddler to Mu Tianlang. The rest is to unite the East China Sea islands and calm the maritime affairs, relying on Li
Luo's eloquence has little to do with the alliance city and Mu Tianlang. The final battle, with his sword pointed at Tiannan, may be Mu Tianlang's most difficult battle, and Li Luo also expected it. In terms of battle, the soldiers of the Southern Palace are just not as experienced as Mu Tianlang.
Sirius, the others may not be much inferior to Mu Tianlang. In terms of conspiracies, there are many strange people and strangers, and there is also Yu Hongyan. The right time, place and people are favorable, and not many people are on his side. But things are unpredictable, who can
I thought that a trip to Luye Naga would bring out 4,713 Linghe ghost soldiers who recognized their master from the illusion of Taixu.
Now, he was standing on the shore, looking at the Southern King Song Yayu who was forced into a desperate situation. Who would have thought that the water in Tiannan would become the Southern King's soul-breaking soup.
The water in the Dijian River has risen a lot. The green trees contain the spring rain, and the green hills protect the dawn smoke. It is the time when there is heavy rain and the water rises. The river water is half a foot high. Normally, this half a foot is nothing, but now this half a foot is nothing.
It's a fatal half-foot. The Dijian River is two feet deep and three feet deep. It's barely enough to swim across it, but this half-foot is enough for people crossing the river to stay in the river for half a moment. If it's normal, it's fine, as long as the water quality is good.
It can always be passed, but now the powerful enemy is looking around, and he doesn't know how many arrows will fall on the Dijian River in a moment.
Song Yayu was also looking at the Shepherd Sirius cavalry. The battle was too urgent and fierce. There were not many signs of embarrassment on their defeated bodies. The armor and flags were all in order, as if they were in a dream. Looking back, it was just because
The defeat happened too quickly, leaving no one with time to react.
Is this the emotion of a hero's twilight years? Song Yayu is a little confused. He has never thought that the Song family will lose. The ending should naturally be sad and helpless. It is a kind of heroic desperation. It is a blood-stained battlefield, fighting to the death of every soldier.
He was so impassioned that even after he died, there should be a layer of sorrow between heaven and earth, and a bit of desolation and desolation left for future generations to talk about.
But, it shouldn’t be like this!
A river flows endlessly, and the surface of the river is covered with mist and rain. There are no beacon fires, and there is no smoke. Everything seems casual and ordinary. This kind of ordinaryness makes Song Yayu feel more uncomfortable than death. Could it be that the dignified King Nan ordered dozens of people in Tiannan to
Zai, it was not worthy of a vigorous death! He was so angry that he couldn't let it go. Even so, Li Luo still hid among the cavalry and did not show up. All he could see were a few strange-looking men in white robes.
.There is no greater way to deceive someone than this!
This was because Song Yayu had misunderstood Li Luo. He had been groggy these days, and the scene he saw in Yunding Heavenly Palace always appeared in his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, he could always see the wise and indifferent man and his
Those casual and ruthless words were carved on the stone. Li Luo thought to himself that he had always been indifferent and watched the ups and downs of the world with a cold eye. Sometimes, he felt that he was always watching Da Gan's ups and downs with a detached mentality.
, the residual businessman is like this, Da Gan is like this, and it will be like this after Da Gan. The so-called eternal life is nothing but a mirror. After seeing that man and those words, he knew that the detachment and calmness in the past were just the nature of the frog in the well.
To amuse myself, I only see the sky above my head, and I feel that the world is just like this. In fact, a leaf can completely cover the sky above my head. If I put it in the writings of a scholar, I can probably be called artificial.
This is called moaning for no reason.
He only wanted to pursue the King of the South because of the oath he had made to march to the south. There was no other reason. As for avoiding Song Yayu, it was not because he was deliberately showing off, nor was he looking down on Song Yayu. He was just lost.
He has never come out of the Yunding Heavenly Palace.
The shouts of killing rang out, noisy, bitter, desperate and unwilling. There were soldiers leaping out of the formation beside him. Li Luo just raised his head and glanced at it, but didn't pay attention to it. He was distracted and continued to look at the slowly flowing river in a trance.
The voice soon became deeper and deeper until it disappeared. After the surroundings became quiet, Li Luo woke up, rubbed his brows, and looked intently. This chapter has been completed!