Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 175: The Unwillingness of the Gentleman's Country (Par
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The tongue of flame danced wildly on the silver mask and in the black eyes, like the lightning in the summer rain.
It is the cold winter season, and snow is falling. It is not the Chang'an City where the energy of heaven and earth is shaking uneasy. Naturally, there is no lightning, it is real flame.
The fields covered with snow and the beautiful and quiet villages by the official road were supposed to be extremely beautiful pictures. They were burned by fierce flames and suddenly turned into charred and desolate wasteland.
Prince Longqing looked at the picture in front of him quietly, with a weak expression and no excitement. Only the hand holding the reins tightly revealed his true emotions at this moment.
After leading the Eastern Wilderness Barbarian Cavalry into the Tang Dynasty, he only ordered his subordinates to set two fires, one in the distant Dongjiang, and the other fire occurred in the village at this time.
He led two thousand of the most elite cavalry subordinates to attack Chang'an at all costs. Neither the volunteers of the Tang Kingdom nor the difficult cavalry camp cavalry could catch up with him.
It is very close to Chang'an City.
When he lost to Ning Que in the academy mountaineering test, he took this road when he took the Xiling Temple mission and the escort cavalry and left Chang'an in disgrace.
On the official road of that year, he remembered the scenes he saw, recalled the feelings he had felt, and then remembered the ambitions he had made back then.
"I will push down all these ugly Tang Renmin Houses, remove all the rape flowers in the fields, and then burn all the fire, burn off all the sins and filth, and leave only the world here with light."
He is about to return to Chang'an City, which left him endless humiliation and pain, and in a sense changed his life. His cultivation level and strength are far better than those in the past. However, his eyes are no longer pure and bright.
In the fields next to the road, rape flowers have not yet grown. They have been painted into various houses by farmers in Tang Kingdom, but they are still as beautiful or ugly as they were back then. Then, they will burn them all.
By the way, I told the people in Chang'an that I'm here... Chang'an City is snowing. The rain is raining in the north of Wushan Mountain, but it is the same cold. The rain soaks in the armor and leather jacket. It seeps into the cotton coat and reaches the body, making it even more difficult.
In the cold rain, all the Zhennan Army marched northward. The figures of Tang army were everywhere in the forests of Wushan, densely packed, like leaves that had fallen for thousands of years in the forest.
The march was very difficult, with the cold weather and rain, rotten leaves and the messy mountain roads trampled and messy, all of them, and many people were already behind along the way.
More people are still moving forward, even though their faces are pale and physically exhausted, they still grit their teeth and lower their heads, following the people in front of them in the muddy mountains and fields.
Only by gritting your teeth can you continue to support it, and only silence can save the last bit of physical strength. Only by lowering your head can you see clearly where the direction of the march is.
More than 100,000 Tang soldiers walked in the mountains and fields without making too many sounds. Only the sound of military boots stomping on the soil, and occasionally the sound of heavy objects falling.
This silence makes people feel heart-wrenching, and it is exactly what makes them scared the enemy the most.
From the generals of the Tang army to ordinary soldiers, they all believe that even if the Xiling Temple coalition is really a rumored army of millions, as long as they can arrive, they will definitely be able to stop each other.
They were going to reach the north of Qingxia, and the Xiling Temple coalition forces left them not much time. They had no time to sleep or eat hot meals. They were all on the way.
They walk during the day, at night, in the snow, in the rain, in the miasma, and in the dense forest, they keep walking on the road.
However, the journey was too far after all, and the Zhennan Army tried its best. At this time, it was still a distance from the north of Qingxia. It had been a few days since the arrival date required by the military headquarters.
Logically speaking, Qingxia should have been lost. It is meaningless to rush over to the Zhennan Army, but it is dangerous. What they should do most at this time is to inquire about the enemy's situation and then retreat to wait for assistance.
But the town army was still rushing desperately because they did not receive new military orders. Their mission was to rush to Qingxia and defend on the spot, because they almost blindly believed in the abilities of the gentlemen of the academy.
Because they were unwilling to give up... On the other side of Mount Wu, there were thin clouds and few rains.
The rain drizzled and sprinkled on the calm field, and was instantly absorbed by the soil. It was impossible to wash away the blood stains accumulated in the past seven days, but it only added a little wetness.
The ground in front of Qingxia was crushed by the heaven and earth energy of the peerless strong man in three consecutive games. It was relatively hard, and the rain water seeped slowly, and it accumulated in the messy horse hooves.
A rumbling sound came from afar in the south of the field, the earth began to shake, and the shallow water in the hoof prints began to shake.
"The trencher from Southern Jin has finally arrived."
Senior Brother Six looked at the things that appeared in the distance and felt the vibration from the soles of his feet. He was like casting pig iron and countless blood marks were cut on his body, and deep marks were cut on the iron hammer.
The fourth senior brother sat under the iron tent, holding the river and mountain plate, and fought hard against the virtual sword left by the master of the temple a few days ago. Except for him, the other academy disciples were seriously injured.
A flower was inserted in Wang Chi's temples, and the blood dyed was already black.
Ximen Bukue's front was stained with blood, his face pale as paper.
Beigong Weiyang's hands fell on the zither covered with mottled bloodstains, twitching like bird's claws.
Jun Mo changed into a new dress, plain and bloodless. The sleeve on the left was blowing gently by the cold wind, carrying the light rain falling from the sky, lowering his head, very tired.
He looked at the water in the hoof prints in front of him and remained silent.
There were broken limbs and corpses everywhere in front of Qingxia, and only his body was relatively empty.
After Liu Bai retreated, there were many battles in front of Qingxia. Whenever the temple coalition forces were about to devour these academy disciples, there was always a sword light and a piano sound that started from a pool of blood.
Ye Hongyu stood in the distance opposite, and the ruling robe was stained with blood.
Seven days later, she finally saw the dawn of victory.
After all, the academy is not Haotian, and it cannot be omnipotent.
Junmo bowed slowly and picked up the tall crown that landed on the ground.
Since he lost the championship in the battle with Liu Bai, he has never paid attention to it because he has no time.
The crown is stained with blood and ashes.
He frowned slowly, trying to wipe away the blood and ashes.
But he held the crown in his right hand and lost his left hand.
Muyou walked to him, took the crown and cap, and wiped it carefully with the embroidered handkerchief in his hand.
Jun Mo leaned forward, as if he saluted her.
Muyou's eyes were slightly wet, and she smiled and gave her a gift.
This is a verdict.
Muyou said, "I agree to marry you."
Jun Mo said calmly: "It's so good."
Muyou put the crown and hat on top of his head, and the geography was serious.
This is Zhengguan.
Jun Mo said, "Die by the crown, and be polite."
Muyou said: "It's reasonable to die together."
Crying sounds sounded in front of Qingxia, and his heart was shattering.
Beigong Weiyang slapped the strings of the piano, blood splattered everywhere, and cried out, "I'm not willing to give up... The two chapters will start tomorrow, two chapters will be in three thousand words. Please supervise everyone, and then, please vote for recommendations, I will be very
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