The first thousand two hundred and seventy-two chapters burn the corpse and blood sacrifice desolate song
The 200,000-strong army of Nanhe Kingdom gathered outside the Yinkui Imperial Capital. After a short rest, the first thing to do was to attack the city.
The habit of the Nanhe Kingdom is to invade the city like fire. When troops come to the city, no matter whether they can win or not, no matter whether people will die or not, they will attack the city. In the Nanhe Kingdom, it is called a blood sacrifice!
Whether it is the blood of the enemy or the blood of one of our own, in short, when you reach the city, you must bleed!
This tradition is known as the courage of male heroes. Being able to die in this first blood sacrifice is the dream of countless male soldiers.
It is precisely because of this blood sacrifice of male heroes that male heroes have an incomparably tough atmosphere, and that male heroes have the pride of being invincible.
This round of killing was the most unspectacular. It was just a group of people who rushed up and were shot to death, then another group of people rushed forward and were shot to death again, and then another group of people rushed forward.
All in all, in the end, the male He barbarians dragged away a total of four hundred corpses from the battlefield.
That night, there were bonfires everywhere in the Nanhe military camp, and there were dots of stars. From a distance, it was really spectacular, like a sea of stars.
And in this sea of stars, a huge flame suddenly rose into the sky, followed by Gu An's song. The entire Nanhe military camp, with 200,000 soldiers, were humming a farewell song.
Say: Don't leave yet.
Stay one step - are you willing to turn back?
I only know that it is autumn when thousands of mountains are haggard. How could I know that it is a lonely boat beside a cold river and a cold moon.
Let me tell you about autumn.
It can be seen that when people come, thousands of branches are smiling and charming, and when people leave, the flowers and hair fall.
The strong wind still cries on the ancient road, and the thunder only hits when I am unconscious.
When I woke up from a long dream, I heard rain falling in every village again.
And let it go.
There is still a glass of bad wine...
The voice was low but not mournful, and there was an indescribable heroism in its roughness. Compared with a country like Yinkui Country, which is extremely painful about life and death, in Nanhe Country, people are much more open-minded about life and death.
, in their view, death is not the end of everything, it is just a farewell. After death, people will live with their parents, relatives, and lovers. It is a reunion, not a separation.
Listening to 200,000 people humming in unison, the surrounding mountains responded to them. All the people in the Imperial Capital of Yinkui heard this sound, and every single one of them was immersed in the cold and low singing.
Chang Xiao looked at the blazing flames rising into the sky. In the flames, there were souls rolling and swimming. Under the flames, there were human corpses one after another. More than 300 corpses were burned, and the layers of corpses were rising.
With layers of fat, the corpses gradually turned into streaks of blue smoke flying into the sky.
Chang Xiao looked at it for a while, and then closed his eyes. He had seen this kind of horse-leather corpse wrapped countless times, and Chang Xiao could not see the distance between life and death too clearly.
Chang Xiao was not interested in this, but the male He Sword God was completely integrated into the low and dull singing. The Male He Sword God was also a male hero after all, and the low singing voice also had a certain influence on him.
On Chang Xiao's side, the one who felt the deepest emotion about the singing was Tang Yi. Tang Yi had always followed the idea of his wife and children being warm on the bed, so in more than ten years, although his cultivation level was not low, it was not
He has not become famous in the world, but after all, Tang Yi is still a man under thirty years old. Men at this time have dreams full of courage. Tang Yi's dream has nothing to do with courage. He only thinks about his wife and children.
It would be better and more comfortable, but now, Tang Yi's earlier dream was finally infected by these desolate songs, and was awakened from Tang Yi's completely forgotten memory.
When Tang Yi was young, he once thought of becoming a great hero, riding a tall horse and galloping on the battlefield to kill enemies.
The little girl behind Tang Yi looked at Tang Yi coldly, then came to Tang Yi's wife, biting her ear and said: "Mom, why does daddy look a little bit wrong? It seems that the person standing there is not
He got it."
Tang Yi's wife looked at her somewhat unfamiliar husband. Tang Yi sat cross-legged on a boulder and looked at the bonfires dotted on the plain in the distance. She was stroking a red sheath long sword in her hand. The blade of the long sword was in the red sheath.
Trembling constantly, as if wanting to get out of the sheath at any time.
"Your Majesty, the singing of the male barbarians has stopped." A young eunuch said in a low and respectful voice.
At this time, it was already the third watch, and the emperor, who had been full of energy all day, had once again returned to his old and vulnerable appearance.
With a face as pale as paper, a pair of dull eyes, even his back was bent and bent, and he was breathing loudly as he sat there. It seemed that if the sound of his breathing became smaller, then the emperor would die.
It's generally warped.
The emperor waved his hand feebly, and the white-browed old king came up from the side and whispered: "Get some rest. It's time to sleep. If you don't sleep, your body won't be able to survive. You should also want to live a few more days, right?
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Emperor Henghuan paid great attention to the words of the white-browed old king. After the white-browed old king finished speaking, Emperor Henghuan blew out the palace lantern next to him.
The flame in the palace lantern swayed violently and then suddenly went out. Emperor Henghuan then smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Emperor Henghuan laughed at himself and said: "Death is like a lamp going out. When alive, you are active and dazzling, but when you die, you are destined to be cold. Without the medicine of tiger and wolf to support it, even the hearing power has declined. I want others to listen to whether there is anything outside.
The male hero's singing voice came."
As Emperor Henghuan spoke, he stood up from the table with great difficulty. The white-browed old king saw all this, but he had no thoughts or actions to help him. As a eunuch, he watched Emperor Henghuan struggle extremely hard.
He struggled to stand up and walked slowly to the bedside in the study. Emperor Henghuan had basically banned female sex since ten years ago, so he had always lived in this imperial study.
Emperor Henghuan counted his fingers while saying: "I still have seven or eight months. I originally wanted to use this time to clear away the hidden dangers left by Shen Ke for hundreds of years for the prince. Now it seems that I can't see it."
Until that day."
After saying this, Emperor Henghuan's snores were heard. God knows how tired this emperor was. One second he was still talking attentively, and the next second he was fast asleep.
Emperor Heng Huan once said that his greatest advantage and greatest blessing is that he can fall asleep with his brain on the pillow.
The white-browed Lao Wang walked to the bed and looked at Emperor Heng Huan on the bed with a pair of eyes. He seemed to have no emotion, but he seemed to contain inexplicable emotions.
The white-browed old king just stood there. Perhaps only at this time could he admire the Yinkui Emperor so unscrupulously.
After a long time, the white-browed old king waved his robe sleeves, and all the lights in the imperial study room disappeared in an instant.
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The author of the poem in the article is Jiang Shan, and the name "A Farewell Poem" has been slightly deleted!