Nightfall Chapter 175: The unwillingness of a gentleman country (middle)

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The tongue of fire danced wildly on the silver mask and in the black eyes, like electric glow in the summer rain.

It's the cold winter season. Snow flakes are falling. It's not Chang'an City, where the heavens and the earth are shaking. Naturally, there is no lightning. It is a real flame.

The snow-covered fields and the beautiful and quiet villages on the official roads were supposed to be extremely beautiful pictures. After being burned by fierce flames, they suddenly turned into a charred and desolate wasteland.

Prince Longqing looked at the scene in front of him quietly, his expression indifferent, he couldn't see any excitement, only his hand holding the reins revealed his true emotions at this time.

After leading the Eastern Wilderness Cavalry into the Tang Realm, he only ordered his subordinates to set off two fires, one in the far eastern border, and the other in the village at this time.

He took two thousand of the most elite cavalry subordinates and rushed to Chang'an at all costs. Neither the Tang State Volunteers nor the difficult cavalry cavalry could catch up with him.

Already very close to Chang'an City.

When he lost to Ning Que in the mountain climbing test of the academy, he took this road when he took the Xiling Temple mission and the guardian cavalry and left Chang'an sadly.

On the official roads back then, he remembered the pictures he saw back then, recalled those feelings back then, and then again remembered the aspirations he had made back then.

"I want to knock down all these ugly people's residences in the Tang Dynasty, eradicate all the rapeseed flowers in the fields, and then burn them all in a fire, burning away all the sins and filths, leaving only a light on the world here."

He is about to return to Chang'an City, which has left him endless humiliation and pain, and has changed his life in a certain sense. His spiritual realm and strength are far better than that of the past. His eyes were no longer purely bright.

In the fields beside the road, the rapeseed flowers have not yet grown, and the houses painted by the farmers of Tang Country are still as beautiful or ugly as they were back then, so let's burn them all in a fire.

By the way, tell the people in Chang'an, I'm here...Chang'an is snowing. It was raining in the north of Weishan Mountain, but it was the same cold, and the rainwater soaked the armor and leather jacket. Penetrating into the cotton-padded clothes and reaching the body, it seems even more difficult.

In the cold rain. The entire town's southern army was marching north, and Tang Jun's figure was everywhere in the mountains and forests of Lingshan, densely packed, like leaves that had fallen for thousands of years in the forest.

The march was very difficult. The cold weather and rain, the rotting leaves and the trampled messy mountain roads were their enemies, and many people had fallen behind along the way.

More people are still moving forward, even if their faces are pale. Tired physically and mentally, he still gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and followed the people in front of him crawling in the muddy mountains.

Only by gritting your teeth can you continue to support, and only silence can save the last trace of physical strength. Only by lowering their heads can weary people see clearly where the march is going.

More than a hundred thousand Tang troops walked in the mountains and plains, but they didn't make much noise, only the crackling sound of army boots stepping on the soil, and occasionally the sound of heavy objects falling.

This kind of silence is heart palpitating, and it is what they fear the most.

From the generals of the Tang army to the ordinary soldiers, they believed firmly. Even if the Xiling Temple coalition forces are really the rumored army of millions, as long as they can arrive, they will definitely be able to stop the opponent.

They are going to the north of Qingxia. The Xiling Temple coalition forces don't have much time left for them. They don't have time to sleep or eat hot meals. They spend all their time on the road.

They walk during the day, at night, they walk in the snow, walk in the rain, and venture to find shortcuts in the dense forest full of miasma. They keep walking on the road.

However, the journey was too far away after all, and the Zhennan Army tried their best. At this time, there was still a distance from Qingxia North, and several days had passed since the arrival date requested by the Army.

According to the truth, Qingxia should have been lost, and the Zhennan Army has no meaning to rush over, but it is dangerous. The most important thing they should do at this time is to inquire about the enemy and then withdraw for assistance.

But the town army is still rushing desperately, because they have not received a new military order, their task is still to rush to Qingxia and defend on the spot, because they almost blindly believe in the abilities of the academy gentlemen.

Because they are not reconciled...On the side of Xiaoshan, there are thin clouds and rain.

The rain pattered underground, sprinkled on the calm field, and was instantly absorbed by the soil. It was impossible to wash off the blood stains accumulated in the past seven days. It just added a little bit of dampness.

The ground in front of Qingxia, because it has been crushed by the power of heaven and earth by three peerless experts, is relatively hard, and the rain seeps slowly, and it accumulates in the messy horseshoe prints.

There was a rumbling sound from the far south of the wilderness, the earth began to shake, and the shallow water in the hoofprints began to shake.

"The trebuchet of the Southern Jin Dynasty finally arrived."

Six brothers looked at things that appeared in the distance, and felt the vibration from the soles of their feet. There are countless blood stains on his body cast like pig iron, and deep marks have been cut on the hammer.

The four brothers sat under the iron canopy, holding the river and mountain pan, struggling to contend with the virtual sword left by the master a few days ago. Except for him, the other students in the college have been seriously injured.

Wang Chi has a flower in his temple, and the blood is already black.

Ximen was not confused by the blood on his front, and his face was pale as paper.

Bei Gong Weiyang's hands fell on the lyre covered with mottled blood, twitching like bird claws.

Jun Mo changed into a new shirt, plain and bloodless, his left sleeve was blowing in the cold wind, bearing the light rain falling from the sky, he bowed his head, very tired.

He looked at the water in the hoofprints in front of him and was silent.

There are stumps and corpses everywhere in front of Qingxia, only his body is relatively empty.

After Liu Bai retired, there was a series of battles in front of Qingxia. Whenever the allied forces of the temple wanted to swallow the disciples of the academy, there was always the sound of sword light and the piano between the pools of blood.

Ye Hongyu stood in the opposite distance, ruling that the robe was stained with blood.

Seven days later, she finally saw the dawn of victory.

After all, the academy is not Haotian, it cannot do everything.

Jun Mo slowly bowed and picked up the high crown that fell on the ground.

Since losing the title with Liu Bai, he hasn't paid any attention to it because there is no time.

The crown was stained with blood and ashes.

He frowned slowly, trying to brush off the blood and ashes.

But he holds the crown with his right hand, and his left is gone.

Muyu walked to him, took the crown cap, and wiped it carefully with the embroidered handkerchief in his hand.

Jun Mo leaned forward, as if to salute her.

Muyu has slightly wet eyes and smiles in return.

This is worship.

Muyou said: "I agree to marry you."

Jun Mo said calmly: "It's so good."

Muyou put the crown cap on his head, seriously.

This is the crown.

Jun Mo said: "To die with a crown, to give a gift."

Muyou said: "It's reasonable to die together."

There was crying in front of the Qingxia, crying with heart-cracking lungs.

Bei Gong Weiyang slapped the strings, blood was splashed, and tears shouted: "Not reconciled... tomorrow will start two chapters, two chapters with three thousand words, please supervise, and then, please vote for recommendations. I will write very seriously, and I will not let everyone unwilling to vote, thank you.)

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