Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 174: The Unwillingness of the Gentleman's Country (1)
The people on the street, those who blocked the siege, those who fell in pools of blood, and those who formed this new wall, were actually very clear that their deaths might not necessarily change anything.
But they still did this, because a thousand years ago, the Master and their ancestors founded the Tang Kingdom on the banks of Weisi River and owned the academy. From that day on, they at least changed themselves.
Ning Que had said this to the observer before, even though he knew that he could not hold on, he still had to hold on. This was his knowledge of defending. The dead Tang people seemed to be proving his words.
However, looking at the long street stained with blood and looking at the people who were falling down, Ning Que's heart began to tremble, and the remaining frost on his eyelashes made a tiny sound.
A clear whistle came from a distance. He knew that the eldest brother had finally arrived and took action. This was not the time the academy was looking for. The time for the academy was Ning Que, but facing the bloody street, the eldest brother could no longer
Waiting for silence, just as he was almost unable to bear it at this moment.
It has been more than twenty years since he came to this world. He still firmly believes that he is an atypical Tang man. He has met too many darkness and has always believed in the cold-blooded law of survival. As long as he can live, he can pay any price. His heart is like
The body, which was previously frozen by the viewer's mind of extinction, was as cold as the body.
Most of the ice and snow were peeling off, and Ning Que's body was still cold. At this time, he felt his body gradually becoming hot, and the blood in his blood vessels began to evaporate, and he felt a long-lost feeling.
That feeling is called passion.
He doesn't like words like tragic and heroic, and he is even more taboo to feel the feeling of passionate blood. But when he sees countless people dying in front of the host, how can the blood flowing out of the wound not produce hot fog?
But passion represents hope and desire. Ning Que longs to live and hopes to defeat the audience. Facing this story ending where he cannot find a glimmer of hope, what is the use of passion?
From time to time, someone ran past him and rushed towards the host not far away. He picked up the Pu Knife that had fallen from the snow and struggled to hold on to his body.
Park's blade pierced the snow and penetrated the hard bluestone street.
...
...
The eldest brother was defeated again, and blood was gushing out of the ripped mouth of the cotton jacket.
He stood in the south of Zhuque Avenue, hunched his body and kept coughing, in pain and loneliness.
Yu Lian didn't know where he went.
The master continued to walk forward, killing many people, shaking many people away, crossing many people, ignoring many people, walking step by step, with blood behind him.
The Suzaku Avenue was full of casualties.
The host walked not far away in front of Ning Que.
At this time, between the two, only the last hundreds of elderly, weak, women and children were left.
The thin Taoist has lived in Chang'an City all his life, from the most ordinary little Taoist priest to the current Taoist priest, but he still lives in that small Taoist temple. He has never seen the red-clothed priest in the Xiling Temple. A few years ago, the great priest of Tianyu
When he went on a mission to Chang'an City, he knelt down and bowed all night but had no chance to listen to the teachings of the throne of God.
At this moment, he finally saw the truly supreme person of Haotian Taoist Sect. His body trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to kneel down in front of the Taoist Qingyi and kiss the other person's instep devoutly.
He suddenly shouted, took the incense burner from the little Taoist priest, and smashed it towards the snoop.
The incense burner is used by the Taoist temple to worship Haotian. It is real and cast in bronze. It is very heavy. The thin Taoist is in a heavy mood and very thin. How can he throw it far away?
With a muffled sound, the incense burner hit the thin Taoist's feet, and bleeding suddenly emerged from his feet. He kept calling out and did not fall with the support of the little Taoist priest.
Old Lady Chu took the sabre from the third wife and stopped the sacrificial master.
The old man Chao walked from behind to the front of the crowd with a crutch.
The host's expression was calm and his eyes were extremely calm.
It seemed as if billions of stars were annihilated in his eyes, and then there was only silence.
It's heart-wrenching and awesome.
Under the gaze of this empty gaze, everything will end.
The Tang people who died, the unyielding Chang'an, the great Tang Kingdom, the thousand-year-old academy, all glory and blood, heroic or sin, light or dark time will end here.
The long street is cold.
Ning Que looked at the ordinary face and eyes of the audience, and suddenly remembered the amazing people he had met or felt in his life.
Whether it is the Master, the Junior Master, or Lian Sheng, they are all people who have truly achieved great enlightenment, self-liberation and then understand what they really want, so they are so powerful that they are unimaginable.
The viewer is also such a person.
It is natural for the academy to be defeated in the hands of the audience today. The academy believes that it is natural, so the people who died on the street should be as calm and calm as those who died on the street.
But he couldn't do this.
Because of him, he was unwilling to give up.
...
...
Xiangwan was originally a pasture with excellent aquatic plants, in the north of the Tang Dynasty.
Now this pasture has long become the most tragic battlefield.
The cavalry of the Jinzhang Royal Court and the elite cavalry of the Zhenbei Army fought for three days and three nights in order to compete for a key cavalry road on the edge of the ranch.
After paying a huge price, the Golden Tent cavalry finally suppressed the Tang army among several hills in the north of the cavalry and was launching a final offensive.
The war horses hit the striking sound, the friction between the scimitar and the straight knife made an ear-sourcing sound, but the neighing and killing sounds and war drums were relatively low, because both sides were extremely tired.
The cavalry war has become an infantry war. The last thousand Tang troops used their last strength and life to withstand the attack of the Golden Tent cavalry, but they seemed to be almost unable to hold on.
A Tang Dynasty officer, with more than ten subordinates, was surrounded by the warriors of the golden tent.
The officer was a little short, not as strong and powerful as the ordinary Tang army, but at such a critical moment, he exuded unimaginable combat power and cut down three enemies in a row.
Several scimitars broke through the air and arrived.
The short officer raised his sword and knelt down on one knee, and the coolie supported him.
He heard the pain cry from all over the hills, and crossed the fluttering hair in front of him. He saw many companions fall down in battle, watching the barbarians cruelly repairing their swords on their companions' bodies.
Can't hold on?
Thinking of this, can he really not be able to support the main cavalry returning to the rescue?
There was no hopelessness on his pale and delicate cheeks.
He couldn't imagine that he should be desperate.
Because of him, he was unwilling to give up.
...
...
A team ran wildly on the wilderness of the Eastern Frontier.
They were cavalrymen from the Cavalry Camp. They left Chang'an City and went to fight in the East Xinjiang.
At this time, they were in a hurry to rush back to Chang'an City.
The cavalry and pedestals were already exhausted, but no one asked for a rest.
Because they finally confirmed the whereabouts of Prince Longqing and the two thousand grassland elite cavalry.
Longqing is heading towards Chang'an City.
This means that the coalition forces in the attack on the Tang Dynasty confirmed that Chang'an City could be broken.
Looking towards the little tree's face, it was as thin as a cut hard rock, dark and haggard.
The cold wind blew on his face.
It was many days late, and he and his cavalry went to chase him, so he probably couldn't catch up.
Even if you catch up, what can you do?
But he still asked his subordinates to continue running towards Chang'an City.
Because of him, he was unwilling to give up.
...
...
(These two chapters are not many words, but there is really nothing I can do about it. Recently, it is, oh, ah, I tried my best to write it. I will be off tomorrow Saturday, Sunday updates, and then I will resume double updates on Monday. Yes, with my father's personality
Swear, I have no other character, but I should still recognize my seriousness in the work, so please rest assured that I will definitely write it well.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come (this article)
Site) Subscription, reward, and your support are my greatest motivation.)
{Piaotian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}