After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess: 369 Emperor Yin is here! 【6 updates】
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"Kill!!!"
The city gate opened, and 48,000 people left under the leadership of Jiang Haiping.
The sound of horse hooves is like thunder, which will anger you
Si Fuqing wanted to follow, but was held down by two soldiers who were left behind in the city.
One of the soldiers lowered his head, his voice choked with sobs: "Commander, this is the best way. We don't want this, but... there is no way."
These are the most difficult years for Daxia due to internal and external troubles.
The old emperor was too fatuous and only cared about the life and death of the people.
All the mess was left to Emperor Yin.
Fortunately, he has the strength himself and has many generals under his command, so he can turn the tide.
Si Fuqing fell silent.
Looking from the city wall, she could already see the densely packed barbarian army.
Due to blood differences, all barbarian men are over 1.9 meters tall, and two meters is not uncommon.
There is already a huge difference in physique.
Forty-seven thousand people versus three hundred thousand, the hope of winning is extremely slim.
The barbarian general leading the army also thought the same. He sneered: "Jiang Haiping, you and I have been rivals for many years. This is the last time. Don't worry, I will capture you alive and let you see how the Beizhou you guard is destroyed. It was annexed by our barbarians!"
Daxia is a vast land with rich resources.
The barbarians have always wanted to occupy Daxia.
Seeing that he was about to succeed, who knew that Emperor Yin would suddenly appear?
Several cities were captured in a row.
The barbarian general was filled with hatred.
Today, they finally found an opportunity. This war must be won!
He wanted to see how Jiang Haiping led more than 40,000 people to fight!
The barbarian general raised his hand, and the barbarian soldiers behind him rushed out.
But they failed to break through Jiang Jiajun's defense line at the first time.
Jiang Haiping shot his gun and instantly penetrated the chests of the four barbarian soldiers.
He put the gun away and thrust it out again.
A few more huge bodies came to the end.
This gave Jiang Jiajun great confidence and encouragement.
"Brothers! In these years, we have not slept peacefully for a day. Why? They don't let us sleep!" Jiang Haiping raised his voice, "How can we let foreigners trust our homeland?"
"Work together to defeat those who bully us!"
"Suppress the barbarians and protect the territory of Daxia!"
When you lift up your eyes and see the sun, you cannot see eternal peace.
Obviously Yong'an City is in Zhongzhou, but they can't see it.
The barbarians couldn't understand why the Jiang family's army was so small in number, yet every one of them could defeat many.
The more injuries they sustained, the more courageous they became in fighting.
The Battle of Yanmen was a tragic war.
More and more people fell, and the khaki desert was dyed red with blood.
Si Fuqing stood on the city wall, holding the cold stone in her fingers.
She asked herself that she had never been afraid of anything. Even in the deep sea, she could overcome her phobia of the sea.
But now, she is scared.
She is standing here, as long as she can use the ability of the evolver, she can heal the entire battlefield, but she can't save anyone, she can only watch them die.
For three days and three nights, 48,000 people fought against a barbarian army of 300,000 people and won.
None of them are evolutionaries, let alone have other abilities. They are all ordinary people, but they won the battle.
Seeing it with his own eyes, Si Fuqing realized that the few sentences in history books were not enough to describe the real history.
The ground was full of corpses.
Especially among the more than 40,000 Jiang family troops, everyone's body is covered with scars so deep that there are almost no intact parts.
Only Jiang Haiping was left.
He was also covered with wounds, and he held on to the spear in his hand tightly, but he did not fall down.
Although his face was covered in blood, he was smiling.
Win, Yanmen defended.
"Stab it!"
The extremely angry barbarian general stabbed Jiang Haiping's right chest with a long knife and picked him up.
There are only less than a thousand people left in the 300,000-strong army. This is simply a shame for the barbarians.
"I will not only kill you, I will also kill the monarch you serve." The barbarian general laughed angrily, "A yellow-haired boy dares to sit in the position of the emperor. In these five states of Great Xia, he It can’t be defended.”
"But I won't kill you." The barbarian general suddenly approached, "Jiang Haiping, I recognize your ability, why do you have to surrender to a yellow-haired boy? As long as you join us, our king will still regard you as the marshal. ."
Jiang Haiping is too scary.
With a force of 40,000 to defeat 300,000, it is the barbarian’s formidable enemy.
If you cannot use it for your own use, you must die.
"I am not fighting for Your Majesty." Jiang Haiping gasped, blood flowing down the corner of his mouth, "Your Majesty and I are fighting for the people of the five states, you?"
He sneered, still arrogant in his eyebrows: "If you are not of the same race as me, your heart must be different,"
"Chi!"
The barbarian general became angry and stabbed the long knife deeper.
The knife plunged directly into Jiang Haiping's heart.
His eyes widened and he spat out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.
On the city wall, Si Fuqing's expression changed drastically: "Marshal!"
The barbarian general’s men did not stop.
One sword, two swords, three swords... thirteen swords.
Jiang Haiping's eyelids became heavy.
When a person is about to die, his memory begins to fade away.
He suddenly remembered the letter he received yesterday.
It was written by Mrs. Jiang, saying that Jiang Zhaoyue missed him again, and asked him when he would go back. If he went back this year, he could still catch up with Jiang Xuanjin's crowning ceremony.
Jiang Haiping's lips moved silently and his left hand dropped.
He can't go back.
More and more knives stabbed me.
Jiang Haiping's heart had stopped beating long ago, but he was still standing, which simply went against the laws of nature.
I would rather die standing than live on my knees.
The barbarian general was also so horrified that his hands trembled: "Cut off his head quickly! Cut it off quickly!"
"Click!"
A young general waved his hand and chopped off Jiang Haiping's head.
But his head rolled down, but his body remained upright.
The remaining barbarian soldiers were so frightened that they couldn't help but take a step back.
At the same time, Zhongzhou, Yongan City.
Mrs. Jiang, who was embroidering clothes for Jiang Zhaoyue, trembled. Suddenly her hand was pricked by a needle, and her eyes widened instantly.
She raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch something, and murmured: "Is it an illusion? Why do I feel... you are no longer here..."
At this moment, on the Yanmen battlefield.
"General, he's still standing!" The young general was also horrified, "What should I do?"
"Hmph, hard bones." The barbarian general took a deep breath, "Take it back, chop it into minced meat, and feed it to my wild dogs!"
Isn’t Jiang Haiping proud?
Then he will crush this pride.
A few soldiers nodded.
They now have less than a thousand men and can no longer attack the city.
Just as they were about to drag Jiang Haiping's body back, a rapid voice fell.
"Military advisor is not allowed!"
Si Fuqing quickly climbed down from the city gate, rushed to the battlefield as fast as she could currently, hugged Jiang Haiping's body, then turned around and ran away.
"Where did the white-faced scholar come from?" The barbarian general frowned, "Looking for death!"
The 300,000-strong army was defeated by Jiang Haiping, and only 5,000 or 6,000 men were left. The plan to seize Yanmen failed. He was angry that there were still people who dared to touch him.
He immediately picked up the long knife and slashed at Si Fuqing.
"Click!"
The knife struck her.
It was a deep wound in an instant.
The strong fishy sweetness surged up into his throat. Si Fuqing gritted his teeth and refused to spit out a mouthful of blood, still protecting Jiang Haiping's body.
She could not change the direction of history, nor could she let Jiang Haiping be humiliated by these barbarians.
The barbarian general was furious.
He can't deal with Jiang Haiping, and he can't deal with a military advisor?
Since you have to die, don't blame him for being rude.
The barbarian general swung his sword and slashed again.
Si Fuqing had another wound on his back.
Her steps staggered.
The expressions of the only two soldiers left on the city gate changed: "Strategy!"
"Want to be the companion of your marshal? I'll make it happen!" The barbarian soldier squeaked twice and waved his sword for the third time, "How dare a scholar to overestimate his own abilities like this!"
But the knife failed to hit.
The sound of horse hooves sounded at this moment, running wildly.
Si Fuqing felt a light touch on her feet and she was lifted up. The hand put her on the tall horse, and the owner of the hand turned over and dismounted.
The next second, there was only a "clang" sound, which was the sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed.
The barbarian general's eyes widened. He lowered his head blankly and looked at the Dragon Bird sword inserted in his chest in disbelief.
As soon as he opened his mouth, blood poured out of his throat continuously and he couldn't stop it.
"Ho ho..." The barbarian general covered his chest and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word. His huge body fell down unwillingly.
There is no one alive under the Dragon Bird Sword.
The young emperor raised his hand, and the Dragon Bird Sword returned to his hand.
The cold sword blade was pointed directly at the remaining barbarian soldiers.
His voice was faint, but he said: "Exit Yanmen, Paul's body will be intact."
Emperor Yin is here!