Nightfall Chapter 174: The unwillingness of a gentleman country (part 1)
The people on the street, the people who stopped in front of Guanzhu, the people who fell in a pool of blood, and all the people who made up this new city wall, in fact, knew very well that their death would not change anything.
But they still did this, because a thousand years ago, the Master and their ancestors founded the Kingdom of Tang on the banks of Weisi River and owned the Academy. From that day on, they at least changed themselves.
Ning Que said this to the master before, knowing that he can't keep it, he still wants to keep it. This is his knowing. At this time, the Tang people who are dying seem to prove his sentence.
However, watching the long street stained red with blood and watching the people who kept falling down, Ning Que's heart began to tremble, and the frost remaining on his eyelashes made a fine noise.
There was a clear whistle in the distance. He knew that the big brother had finally arrived and made a move-this was not the time for the academy to look for. The time for the academy was on Ning Que, but facing the **** long street, Senior brother can no longer wait for silence, just like he can't help it at this time.
He has been in this world for more than 20 years. He still firmly believes that he is an atypical Tang. He has met too much darkness. He has always believed in the cold-blooded law of survival. As long as he can live, he can pay whatever price he wants. The heart is as cold as the body that was previously frozen by the mind of the subject.
Most of the ice and snow peeled off, and Ning Que's body was still cold, but at this time he felt that his body was gradually getting hot, the blood in his veins began to evaporate, and he felt a long-lost feeling.
That feeling is called blood.
He doesn't like words like tragic and vigorous, and even taboos the feeling of warm blood, but watching countless people die in front of the subject, how can the blood flowing out of the wound not be hot mist?
It's just that passion represents hope and desire. Ning Que is eager to live, hoping to defeat the viewer. Facing the ending of this story where no hope is found, what is the use of passion?
Someone ran past him from time to time and rushed towards the watcher not far away. He picked up the previously dropped Pudao from the snow and struggling to support his body.
Pak Dao's blade pierced the snow and pierced into the hard bluestone street.
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The big brother was defeated again, blood gurgling from the breach in the jacket.
He stood in the south of Suzaku Avenue, coughing constantly, painful and lonely.
Yu Lian didn't know where he went.
The watcher continued to walk forward, killing many people, shaking many people, passing many people, ignoring many people, and walking with blood behind him.
Suzaku Avenue is full of dead and injured people.
The watcher walked not far in front of Ning Que.
At this time, between the two, only the last hundreds of old and weak women and children were left.
The thin Taoist has lived in Chang'an all his life. From the most ordinary little Taoist to the current Taoist, he still only lives in that little Taoist temple. He had not seen the red priest in Xiling Temple. A few years ago, the great priest of Tianyu made his envoy to Chang'an City. He knelt down all night and never had the opportunity to listen to the teachings of the gods.
At this moment, he finally saw the real supremacy of the Haotian Dao Sect. His body trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to kneel in front of Taoist Tsing Yi and kiss the back of the other person's instep religiously.
He suddenly yelled, took the incense burner from the little Taoist priest, and smashed it towards the master.
The incense burner is a small Taoist temple used to worship Haotian. It is made of real materials and cast in bronze. It is very heavy. The thin Taoist has a heavy heart and is very thin.
Only hearing a muffled sound, the incense burner hit the skinny Taoist's foot, and bleeding suddenly appeared on the foot. He called out repeatedly, but he didn't fall under the help of the little Taoist.
Old Madam Chu took the saber from the hands of the third wife and stopped in front of the master.
With a cane towards the old lady, he walked from the back to the front of the crowd.
The watcher has a calm expression and his eyes are extremely calm.
His eyes seemed to have billions of stars annihilated, and then nothing was left.
It's heart palpitating and awesome.
Under the gaze of this empty gaze, everything will end.
The Tang people who are going to die, the unyielding Chang'an, the great Tang Dynasty, the thousand-year-old academy, all the glory and blood, heroism or sin, light or dark time will end here.
Long Street is cold.
Ning Que looked at the ordinary face and eyes of the master, and suddenly remembered the amazing people he had encountered or felt in his life.
Whether it is the master, the little uncle, or Liansheng, they are all people who truly understand, free themselves and understand what they want, so they are unimaginable.
The subject is the same.
Today, the Academy’s defeat in the hands of the master is a matter of course. The Academy believes in taking it for granted, so the people who died on the long street should be as calm and calm as those who died.
But he can't do this.
Because of him, not reconciled.
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Xiangwanyuan is a pasture with excellent aquatic plants in the north of Datang.
Now this pasture has long become the most tragic battlefield.
The cavalry of the King's Court of the Golden Account and the elite cavalry of the Northern Army, in order to compete for a key cavalry road on the edge of the ranch, fought here for three days and three nights.
The golden tent cavalry, who had a superior number of cavalry, finally suppressed the Tang army to the hills north of the cavalry road after paying a heavy price, and was launching the final offensive.
The battle horse made a dull and frightening sound, the friction between the scimitar and the straight knife made a sour sound, the sound of hiss and the drums were relatively low, because both sides were exhausted to the extreme.
The cavalry battle has become a foot battle. The last nearly a thousand Tang troops used their last strength and lives to resist the attack of the golden tent cavalry, but they seemed to be unable to support it.
A Datang officer with more than ten subordinates was surrounded by the Golden Horde warriors.
This officer was a little short, not as strong and powerful as the general Tang Jun, but at such a critical moment, he exploded with unimaginable combat power and cut down three enemies in a row.
Several scimitars broke through the air.
The short officer raised his sword and knelt down on one knee, bracing hard.
He heard the painful cries from all around the hills, and across the fluttering hair in front of him, he saw many of his companions falling to death, watching the barbarians cruelly mending their corpses with knives.
Is it really unsustainable?
Thinking about it this way, is it really impossible for the main cavalry to return?
On his pale and delicate cheeks, no desperation can be seen.
He didn't think he should be desperate.
Because of him, not reconciled.
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A team ran wildly on the plains of Eastern Xinjiang.
They are the cavalry of Xiaoqi Camp. They left Chang'an City and went to fight in Eastern Xinjiang.
At this time, they have to rush back to Chang'an City in a hurry.
The cavalry and mount were exhausted, but no one asked for a rest.
Because they finally confirmed the whereabouts of Prince Longqing and the two thousand grassland spirit riders.
Long Qing is heading towards Chang'an City.
This means that the Tang Allied Forces will be defeated and that Chang'an City can be breached.
Towards the little tree's face, it was thin like a hard stone that had been cut, dark and haggard.
The cold wind blows on his face.
It was many days late before he and his cavalry went to chase. They should not be able to 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, not reconciled.
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(There are not many words in these two chapters, but there is no way. Recently, it is really, oops, I tried my best. I will rest on Saturday tomorrow, change on Sunday, and then resume double change on Monday. Yes, with My father's personality swears that my other character is not good, but everyone should be able to recognize the seriousness of the work, so please rest assured in this regard, I must write it carefully.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome Come (this site) to subscribe, reward, and your support is my biggest motivation.)
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