When the battle in the Valley of Cutoff begins.

The war outside Yangzhou City has also entered a white-hot stage.

Although the number of the 30,000 young and strong forces was superior, they had not been systematically trained and their weapons and equipment fell below the level. Naturally, they could not be the opponent of the 20,000 Xia infantry.

Every breath filled the scene with countless blood mists.

With just one encounter, the strength of 30,000 young people had already been damaged by nearly 5,000 people, and the vanguard of Xia Kingdom only paid more than a thousand lives as a price.

On the city wall are countless compatriots in Yangzhou City.

Looking at the gradually rising corpse under the city, I felt so sad that I felt so sad that I was everywhere.

Suddenly, a woman climbed onto the wall.

She was wearing white silk, looking at the fires from afar, shouting and killing, and then a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After taking the drumsticks from the hands of the soldiers guarding the city, the woman took a deep breath and began to beat the drum.

The drums were heard one after another, without stopping.

A little while, a wisp of piano sounded, and another woman took the stage.

She sat down dignifiedly, her eyes looked straight ahead, her slender fingers were playing the piano, and the sound of the piano was full of compassion.

Millions of people in Yangzhou City looked at the two women blankly.

Suddenly.

Countless hesitant young men from the city rushed out of the city, carrying shovels and poles without swords, everything that could be used as weapons.

Like a moth to the fire, it rushed together with the Xia infantry in an unruly manner.

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The fourth year of Qingyuan, summer.

The heat is hard to bear, and the dew condenses into white.

Outside Yangzhou City, corpses piled up into a mountain.

The sun rises in the East China Sea, and the sun shines brightly.

Between the world, the sunlight is like a tide, slowly advancing from east to west, bringing infinite light.

At the top of Yangzhou city, a big banner with a word "mu" was erected.

The flags roared under the dazzling sunlight.

The sound of the Cut Valley has stopped.

Outside Yangzhou City, the battle on the plain has also ended.

The 20,000 vanguard troops of the Xia Kingdom were completely destroyed, and the brown land was covered with blood.

The price is that young and strong men in Yangzhou City are buried with 130,000 yuan.

"Tait."

The footsteps are from far to near.

A group of people came to the valley of Jue.

The number of people is about five hundred.

At present, the man was covered in white robe and his body was covered in scars.

The remaining five hundred people were ragged and lacked limbs and bodies.

The group looked decisive and their steps did not stop until they landed at the city of Yangzhou.

Looking at the devastated and corpse-filled scene under the city.

The more than 500 people suddenly lost their minds, their eyes gradually returned to clear light, and suddenly dropped the sword that they had never given up until death and fell to the ground.

The man in white robe looked up.

Looking at the beautiful figure on the city.

The corners of the mouth are raised.

At the same time, there were loud cries in the city.
Chapter completed!