"boom."

Another piece of city wall collapsed, and volunteers swarmed in. Not to mention the East City Gate, even the North City Gate in front of them was in danger. Qu Chu and Qin Lei jointly protected Qin Yin from the Zetian Palace. The defeat in Lanyan City was decided. After more than 7,000 years of the Qin Empire, finally, on this day, the ancient empire's aura came to an end.

...

The sound of war drums roared, and the imperial guards with blood on their faces carried the war drums onto the city walls, and beat the war drums hard to cheer for the flying cavalry camp that was leaving the city.

Chu Huaiyan's armor was stained with blood and his face was covered with fatigue. At this time, the light of the morning light fell on his face, and he was particularly handsome. He pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword. Chu Huaiyan walked in front of the flying cavalry camp, with a look of arrogant look between his eyebrows, looking at the volunteer soldiers who were arraying outside the north city of Lanyan City from afar.

The predecessor of this volunteer soldier was the private army of Qin Yi, the King of Zhennan. It was from the seven famous cities of the empire and the elite army of Bailing City. At this time, there were still 150,000 people left. It was precisely because of the existence of this army that the defeat of Lanyan City was led to the death of Lanyan City.

The Flying Cavalry Camp is one of the only remaining imperial corps. At this time, there are more than 5,000 people left. Moreover, the former commander of this Flying Cavalry Camp is Long Qianlin. At this time, Long Qianlin became the commander of the volunteer soldiers in front of him. History repeats itself again and again, like a cycle of reincarnation.

Long Qianlin knew the art of battle formations well, so he sent one-third of the troops, 50,000 people arranged on the plain, and all the gun and shield soldiers were arranged layer by layer into seven circular battle formations, guarding each other, and spears stabbed out of the gaps in the shields. This was a war technique specially created to deal with cavalry.

In the crowd, Long Qianlin rode out his horse, with a little flying look on his face, and he said with a fist: "Master Chu Huai-miang, you are one of the four heroes of Lan Yan and Lin Muyu's brother. Qianlin is polite here. If Chief Chu is willing to surrender, with your ability, Your Highness Zhennan will at least give you a lord, so why bother to work hard for the ruthless empire?"

Chu Huaiyan slowly drew out his sword and said lightly: "Eat the king's fortune and bear the worries of yourselves. His Majesty Qin Jin gave me Chu Huaiyan the honor and favor. Today, Chu Huaiyan should use his life to protect his daughter and the five million people in Lanyan City behind him."

"snort."

Long Qianlin sneered: "Then come on."

Chu Huaiyan turned around, looked at the flying cavalry camp behind him, and shouted: "I know that you were all the troops of Wugu City and Long Qianlin's army. But today, you are imperial soldiers, and defending your country is the duty of soldiers. For the five million people in Lanyan City behind you, kill with me. Even if our corpses are buried underground, the soil under your feet will remember us, and the mountains and rivers will remember us, kill us."

The cavalry of the Flying Cavalry Camp raised their weapons one after another, their faces were full of hatred and anger, and the sound of horse hooves slowly became fierce. The five thousand iron cavalry hit the shield like a sharp blade, and instantly blew into pieces.

The morning light reflected some blood on Chu Huaiyan's face, but the cloak behind him flew up, as if it was flying higher and higher, just like his dream.

"A Yao..."

The moment Chu Huaiyan's long sword tear apart the neck of a volunteer soldier, he smiled: "I am not a competent brother, but I am a competent imperial soldier, be proud of my brother..."

...

Outside the main battlefield, strands of volunteer soldiers had already entered the city from the east gate and the north gate. According to the order of Lingnan Marshal Ji Yao, the city was slaughtered. After entering the city, these volunteer soldiers killed everyone when they saw them, devouring the lives in Lanyan City like beasts. At this time, among the busy people, only a girl holding a harp, a maid with her maid, and several guards in Shenwei Camp uniforms rushed upstream from the crowd and heading straight for the north city wall.

Zhang Wei rode his horse in the crowd with a long sword and directed the imperial guards to retreat. His eyes swept past, and he flew over quickly and said respectfully: "Miss Zengxiang, the city gate and the ones were broken, what else do you come here to do? Go quickly and go out of the city with the exiled people. There is the only hope there."

Zeng Xiang held the harp in his arms, but smiled and shook his head, saying, "General Zhang Wei, please go quickly. I will walk the last part of the road with him on this broken city."

Zhang Wei trembled all over, his eyes were red, and he clasped his fists and said, "Emperor I am sorry for you, and I am sorry for him."

Zeng Xiang smiled: "Thank you for understanding, go quickly and save more people."

"yes."

Zhang Wei rode away, while Zeng Xiang held the harp and stepped on the blood-filled stone steps, step by step to the broken city wall. She slowly lowered the harp on the broken wall with a falling swath, knelt on the blood-filled city wall, and looked at the flying cavalry camp and volunteer soldiers fighting on the distant land. She knew that her beloved was fulfilling her duties in the crowd.

"Xiaoyu, lit the incense of Qilin for me, and then you can escape too." Zeng Xiang murmured.

The maid was stunned and tears burst out from her eyes: "Miss, Miss, Xiaoyu won't leave, Xiaoyu will die with you."

"No."

Zeng Xiang turned around and looked at her, her face full of gentleness, and said, "You are still young, you have not met someone worthy of your love, your life is still long, and I... the person I love is there, my love will be destroyed with him. Once Chu Huaiyan dies, what is the meaning of Zeng Xiang's life, right?"

Xiaoyu cried and she was filled with rain: "Miss, Miss..."

"Let's light incense, then leave, be obedient."

"Yes, Miss..."

Xiaoyu lit an incense burner, and the purple incense was very strange, lingering around Zengxiang in strands, while Xiaoyu cried even more fiercely: "Miss, I..."

Zeng Xiang gently tightened the strings of the piano, sorted them one by one, lowered his head, and tears fell on Qin, enduring the crying sound, saying, "Life is to be together, die is to be together. Zeng Xiang has the love of his life, and there is no regret in his death."

Xiaoyu cried and took a few steps back and said, "If there is a next life, I hope the lady can stay with Commander Chu for the rest of her life and never suffer such a distant world. Xiaoyu will go."

As he said that, Xiaoyu jumped and landed under the city covered with rocks as if the morning glow was like a morning glow, silently.

Several guards looked at me, and I looked at you, and they all held their fists and said back.

Zeng Xiang held back her tears and looked at the crowd fighting under the city from afar. She saw Chu Huaiyan's voice and saw the dazzling light burst out from the star-picking fingers in the crowd.

No matter how sharp the sword is, it can never stop the love of each other.

The sound of the piano was filled with the sound of killing. This was the first time that Zeng Xiang played the song "General's Play". The sound of the piano was decisive, with the sound of golden swords and iron horses faintly, as if the battle under the city shone with each other.

In the battle formation, Chu Huaiyan was covered with scars. Even the war horse under his crotch was shot with arrows. However, the war horse was running. Chu Huaiyan raised his sword again and again and again, slashing the sword blade into the bodies of the volunteer soldiers. This seemed like a fate. The battle between Chu Huaiyan and Long Qianlin was fate, and the attachment with Zeng Xiang was also fate.

The rhythm on the fingertips kept trembling. Zeng Xiangyao looked at the person she loved deeply, her face became paler, and wisps of blood overflowed from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth. The sound of the piano seemed to be constantly weakening because of the passing of life. She opened her eyes hard, trying to look at Chu Huaiyan for a more time, but her vision became blurry.

"ah……"

In the crowd, Chu Huaiyan roared angrily, like the cry of a dying beast. There were no more soldiers from the Flying Cavalry Camp around him. The Flying Cavalry Camp has become history, just like Chu Huaiyan.

"Bang."

The light of Dou Qi suddenly surged, and Chu Huaiyan's star-picking finger burst out again, knocking a group of volunteer soldiers into a pile of flesh and blood. But at the same time, a sharp arrow penetrated into his chest with a "pop". Chu Huaiyan wailed and grabbed the reins tightly, but the scarred war horse also reached the end of his life and slowly knelt down.

Chu Huaiyan struggled to grab the long sword, looked towards the city wall, and saw a familiar figure slowly lying on Yaoqin.

“Ahhhh…”

Blood fell down his forehead and flowed into his eyes. The brave and invincible imperial commander cried out in a woe, tears mixed with blood. When he wanted to see it, he could no longer see anything and could only slash the crowd.

"Puff puff puff..."

Spears pierced into Chu Huaiyan's body. He seemed to feel no pain. He swung his crazy long sword and brought up a whole piece of heads. He was so shocked that a group of volunteer soldiers retreated one after another. No one dared to step forward again. This commander, known for his talent and ranked one of the four heroes of Lan Yan, was like a crazy beast.

The volunteer soldiers surrounded Chu Huaiyan, but no one dared to kill him.

Chu Huaiyan's body was pressed against the spear, and he knelt there, tears and blood were constantly splashing into the loess. Suddenly, he reached into his arms and used the last power of his life to take out a blood-stained ball. He said with a sound like a mosquito: "A Yao, brother... brother is gone..."

...

Outside the battle formation, Long Qianlin rode on the war horse, his body trembled slightly, he bowed his head and gave a standard imperial military salute to Chu Huaiyan's direction, and said, "No one is allowed to move Chu Huaiyan's body, do you understand?"

"Yes, general..." A group of generals clasped their fists.

At this moment, a commander suddenly rushed over and shouted: "General, something is wrong. Lin Muyu led the people of the Longtian Camp to kill him and he can reach the battlefield within five minutes at most."

"He's finally here..."

Long Qianlin raised his hand slightly and said, "Twenty thousand people blocked the north gate of Lanyan City, and more than one hundred thousand people asked Lin Muyu and Longtan Camp to come in and surround them. This is an annihilation battle."

A general asked, "General, you want to kill Lin Muyu."

Long Qianlin's eyes flashed and he said, "If you kill someone's brother and he has the ability to kill you, will you save his life?"

"I understand."

...

The crowd of volunteers slowly dispersed, and the Gentian Camp rushed in.

Lin Muyu rode on the Jedi, not paying attention to the volunteer soldiers surrounding the two sides, heading straight to the core of the battlefield. He saw countless corpses from afar. The imperial purple-green battle flags scattered all over the ground. The place where the corpses were piled up the most was kneeling there, and the commander's cloak, stained with blood, swayed gently in the wind.

That's... Chu Huaijian.
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