Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 26: Dangerous Competitiveness

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The tall city gate slowly walked out of the thin silhouettes. Against the backdrop of the towering dark blue city walls, the daisy boy was as thin as a willow leaf that can be raised by the wind, but no one can know , In that slenderness, there is the unbreakable hardness of Fengdao Shuangjian people's heart and everything.

Meng Fuyao raised his head and slightly narrowed his eyes in the sun.

She never blinked, and only let the warm winter sun dry her tears. If she went to the military camp with red and swollen eyes, she would immediately be chopped into flesh.

Tiecheng's last heart-piercing call, she understood, knowing that Tiecheng understood her intentions, which made her somewhat comforted-like the way Qianfu pointed out, she was as strong as her , I can't help but feel desolate. Fortunately, there is still someone who truly understands in such torrential hostility and hatred to warm her.

Meng Fuyao carried the package representing Yaocheng's administrative power and walked to the military camp.

It was a camp of 50,000 people, and the continuous tents were like dark gray waves. They had no boundaries at first glance. Compared with this behemoth, Meng Fuyao was like a drop of water in the sea, which could be submerged in an instant. .

She walked over without fear, facing the forest of swords and guns that were erected in an instant, and at the guard and hostile eyes of the soldiers, she lifted the burden in her hand.

"City Lord Yao, come to Xiancheng."

With a sound of swords and guns, they went down to the ground. The soldiers of the Rong people stared at her for a while, and went back to report. After a while, a member of the generals came out and stared at Meng Fuyao through the door, especially when she was embarrassed. He swept his whole body up and down, and said gruffly, "Since you are sincere, why don't you open the gate to meet you? Instead, you came by yourself?"

"If I open the city gate to meet you, dare you ask if you dare to enter? Aren't you afraid that I am in ambush?" Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, "What could be better than the city lord entering your camp alone Sincerity?"

The general suffocated. Over the past few days, they have played against this unreasonable city lord many times. They have learned Meng Fuyao's methods and used 800 troops to fight against the 50,000 army. It collapsed in the first wave of attacks and killed three of their generals one after another. Such people opened the door to greet them, and they did not dare to enter.

But now that people come by themselves, what kind of tricks can one person play in an army of fifty thousand? That is absolutely impossible.

"Come with me!" He thought for a while, and said coarsely.

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Meng Fuyao had already gone through three rounds of cross-checks when he saw Tu Tiemu'er, the military coach.

In the last level, Tu Tie Mu’er’s guard touched Meng Fuyao up and down. After touching it, he walked away silently. Meng Fuyao waited quietly for him to finish, then turned his head and asked him politely. "It's over?"

The man was stunned, and when he raised his eyes, he met her gaze, only to feel cold in his heart, but Meng Fuyao walked in without looking back.

Stepping into the dark inner tent from the violent light, Meng Fuyao squinted his eyes a little uncomfortably, and then poked at the corner with a needle-like gaze.

She turned her head subconsciously, but the person sitting in the corner turned her head.

She glanced roundly, full of tents sitting high and low in the color-robed generals, except for the main general Tuthemuer who was sitting upright, everyone else was eating meat or drinking water or stubbornly picking their feet, and the tents were filled with oil tea. The strange smell of beef wool mixed with men's sweat.

Pick your feet in the main account? No one in the world would run the army like this, this was deliberately to disarm her, expressing contempt.

She hasn't finished reading yet, but the person sitting in the main tent in front of her spoke in a low tone, "Are you the City Lord of Yao City?"

With his tone, all the generals looked over with cold eyes, full of murderous aura, and invisible pressure forced it, like a bloodthirsty beast, sniffing.

Meng Fuyao turned his head, did not speak, and slowly spread the burden in his hands.

The bronze seal of Huang Chengcheng brightened the eyes of the generals, and their eyes widened, and Meng Fuyao said clearly in a low whisper, "I, City Lord Meng Fuyao of Yao City, is here to offer the city. Use the seal of the city lord to pave the way for you to enter Yaocheng and even the hinterland of the Promise Kingdom."

"What a big tone!" Tu Tiemuer, the coach with sunken eyes and turmeric complexion, stared at Meng Fuyao, his tone and expression both gloomy and suffocating, "Yaocheng is a small city, and it is like a bag. What do you need to offer? How can you pave the way?"

"What a big tone," Meng Fuyao laughed mockingly, "Yaocheng is a small city, eight hundred guards, ten days of food and grass, no high walls and sharp artillery, no army of hundred forged, but you will save your 50,000 The tiger ben’s life has been blocked for nearly half a month, and it’s been too long to get something from the bag. It’s too difficult to get it."

"You!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Meng Fuyao shook the burden in his hands, raised his eyebrows and stern, "I'm here to offer the city, Yao Cheng can't attack for a long time, how do you, one of the three-way army, Ping Yao, will fight the south and the north. Wang confessed? What kind of face do you have to meet the other marshals of Lien Chan Lien Ke? How do you restore your disheartened military spirit and make them continue to charge for you in the next war? And Yao Cheng’s Taking the initiative to offer is the best way to reshape your military spirit-Lao Tzu is here to help you, you, understand?"

The last two words burst into spring thunder, and the thunderbolt yelled loudly. The generals who were so stunned that they were full of accounts jumped together, threw the beef oil tea and put their feet to stare at Meng Fuyao, but Meng Fuyao suddenly turned The baggage was **** and flicked on his back, turned and left.

"Lao Tzu is a hero and never lost to you! If it weren't for someone to make trouble, Lao Tzu would talk to your corpses! Come to offer the city, but feel discouraged and find another Lord, so that I can give to my people Seek a way out, you guys who only have fat but no brains, belittle me? I don’t wait!"

"Waiting for the head of Yaocheng, let my archers shoot you to death!"

She carried her baggage on her back, smashing away the leaders of the Rong ethnic group who wanted to come up behind her to persuade her, and left without hesitation.

"Hold on!"

There was a deep drink behind him.

Meng Fuyao stopped, turned his back to the tent, and smiled triumphantly and slightly sad.

Sure enough, I was right, you guys who are bullying and afraid of hardship...

Before coming, Meng Fuyao thought for a long time, whether he would continue to bear the humiliation and bend his knees to win the trust of the army coach, or be domineering and arrogant not to let the publicity and personality subdue them. In the end, she chose the latter. The family understood that this thunderbolt used offense as defense, and she couldn't be wrong if she didn't give the opponent a chance to think about it.

It turns out that she was right.

Behind him, Tu Tie Mu'er could no longer sit in his handsome account anymore. He pulled up his clothes and hurriedly stepped down from his seat. "City Lord Meng waits a minute, wait a minute, the generals don’t know what’s going on, I'm neglecting you..."

Meng Fuyao ignored him and continued walking.

"City Lord, today you come to surrender, this commander is extremely happy, come, and show the city lord a seat, come, come, city lord Meng, I will introduce you..." Tu Tie Mu'er grabbed Meng Fuyao and changed his attitude. One hundred and eighty degree bend.

He has been watching Meng Fuyao carefully just now. Although this city lord is unexpectedly young, he is naturally domineering and courageous. He is obviously a man to surrender. He has to walk around with a burden if he says nothing. Haohao's coercion, and the generals' murderous aura, failed to make him discolored at all. What's more, he knew everything about the situation of the army, and all of them explained his difficulties. Such a talent is not to bring Yao Cheng with him. It is also worthy of acceptance. If the king sees him, he will definitely be happy, and it will be his own credit.

As for whether Meng Fuyao was guilty of surrender, his doubts just flashed past. A joke, can the person who guilty of surrender turn around and leave? Judging from his experience with this Meng City Master several times, he would have to be more defensive if he endures the humiliation and bows down.

"City Lord Meng," he politely stretched out his hand to lead Meng Fuyao, "We were just now, this handsome and you apologize, come, come..."

Meng Fuyao turned around, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Do you believe me?"

Tutie Muer laughed awkwardly, and continued to say, "Natural, natural!"

Meng Fuyao slowly untied the burden, took out the official seal, first squeezed it in his own hand, and then handed it to Tu Tiemu'er, smiling, "In that case, please show the official seal to the generals. Look, the province said I made a fake print to fool people."

"Why?" Tutiemuer accepted, "But in that case, you guys without eyes, show me the sincerity of City Lord Meng!"

The official seal was passed in turn in the hands of the generals, Meng Fuyao stood in the shadow of the tent with his hands in hand, with a faint smile.

Some generals took a serious look, some casually glanced at them and threw them away, and others murmured, "The Han savages are so sloppy."

Meng Fuyao glanced at him, smiled and replied, "You probably won't have a chance to see the bravery of the Han people again."

When it reached the previous corner, the man who had seen Meng Fuyao's hand seemed to pause. Meng Fuyao's eyes glanced over, and he withdrew it.

"Great handsome, I have already shown my sincerity," Meng Fuyao said lightly after reading the official seal, "Should you also show your sincerity?"

Tu Tie Muer hesitated, beckoned and called, "Come here, prepare the vow equipment."

The boxwood tray was quickly brought up, with clear water in a porcelain bowl and two sharp knives next to it.

A smile appeared in Meng Fuyao's eyes, abruptly, without any emotion.

The pledge of the Rong tribe is not an ordinary piercing of a finger, but a **** effort to show its persistence.

The tray was delivered, and Meng Fuyao stepped forward. According to the rules, Tutiemuer should stand side by side with her at this time. He hesitated, and stood a step behind her. The two guards outside the account immediately followed. come.

Meng Fuyao didn't look at him at all, taking the knife without anyone else, stabbing the heart, and pulling out the tip of the knife, with a ray of bright red blood, dripping into the bowl of clear water, wiping away.

She smiled and took a step back, leaving Tuthemuel.

Tu Tie Mu'er breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward to take the knife, turned the tip of the knife, and pierced his heart lightly.

Just at the moment when the tip of the knife touches the skin of my heart.

Meng Fuyao's hand suddenly appeared!

She was obviously still at the distance of Tutiemuer's arm just now, her body was still blocking the guard, but she didn't know why there was a bone click, and her arm suddenly stretched out.

Her hand, instantly grabbed Tuthemur's hand holding the handle of the knife.

Gently, one free.

The sharp knife, which was only intended to be swept across the chest, immediately sank into the handle silently!

Blood splashes!

Tu Tie Mu'er screamed straight up into the sky, almost breaking through the big tent.

Meng Fuyao didn't let go of her hand, she continued to smile, grinning coldly, and her hand gripping the hilt of the knife was severely twisted.

Everyone seemed to hear the sound of the flesh and bones being crushed instantly.

A large amount of blood spurted out with minced meat, spraying Meng Fu and shaking his face, Tu Tiemu'er's second scream was no longer screaming, gurgling and rubbing in his throat, he fell convulsively. .

Meng Fuyao smiled gently, and drew out the sharp knife. With a wave of her wrist, Tu Tiemu'er's head had been chopped off for her. She stabbed the two guards who had drawn the knife to death and picked up the picture. Thiemur's **** head hung on his waist and laughed:

"This is the bravery of the Han people, I will show you the last time before you die!"

She laughed sorrowfully and wildly, loudly like an eagle rushing into the sky, the voice of steel and jade rammed into the **** big tent, like a sword like a halberd.

The stunned general who was full of tents reacted at this time. Seeing the headless corpse of Tu Tie Muer in the blood all over the place, he still wriggled slightly, while Meng Fuyao's blood covered his face and laughed, suddenly went crazy. .

"Kill her! Kill her!" They drew out their weapons and rushed forward with blood. Some people didn't even wear their boots, and rushed up barefoot brandishing a knife.

Meng Fu shook her foot on the corpse of Tu Tie Mu'er, sneered at them, and suddenly turned around, and the black light flashed. Behind her, she was pulled out in a streamlined manner with the "killing the sky" behind her. She held the knife in both hands and jumped into the air. Like a phoenix soaring for nine days, the cold air between the wings is pressing, and the black dagger makes **** marks in mid-air. Chop! cut! thorn! stamp!

The blood flew, the head jumped wildly, the broken limbs flew around in the huge camp, hit the cowhide tent and then bounced to the ground, Meng Fuyao's anger that has accumulated in his heart since these days and the shame that has just been done. The pain of the road finally broke out at this moment, and replaced by these hapless generals to endure, the long blade is like blood, and the murderous intent is like a sharp edge. Drops of blood dripped from the tip of her knife and sprinkled all over her daisy robe.

This was a side-to-side killing. The generals who had been slapped with the official seal, none of them were enemies of Meng Fuyao.

In an instant, corpses were everywhere, and a living life turned into a corpse. This fierce killing finally made the naturally brave generals also start to fear. There were a few lightly poisoned generals. Seeing the murderous ferocious Meng Fuyao, his already weak hands and feet trembled so that he could not lift the knife, and screamed desperately, struggling to run out of the account, "Help—help—come—killed—"

"Hey!"

A line of cold electricity flashed in the dark and **** space, and the vest of the general who was about to rush out of the tent suddenly got a knife.

Not Meng Fuyao's dagger, but a gold-wrapped scimitar dedicated to the generals of the Rong tribe.

The slain man turned his head in amazement, pointed at the man with the knife behind his back, his throat rattled, and struggling for a while, "Shama, you--"

The man named Shama was the man Meng Fuyao stared at her when she entered the tent. He calmly retracted his knife and bowed to Meng Fuyao who turned to look at Huo Ran, "City Lord Meng, in Xia Shahong ."

"Are you a Han Chinese?" Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes.

"Yes," Sha Hong didn't change his face in a **** wolf, "Shangyang Jingqi Eighteenth Team, the sixth team secretly belongs."

Meng Fuyao looked at him and slowly retracted the knife back to its sheath, "No wonder you can see that my official seal is coated with soft fluff."

Sha Hong smiled and said, "I received a sub-command from the master, if I meet you, whenever and wherever I am, please help me with all my strength."

Meng Fuyao looked at him, then looked at the big bosses in Yaocheng who had been knocked down by himself at the beginning of the killing, and said softly, "You are lurking here, there must be your mission, there is no need to harm you for me. Thing."

Sha Hong was about to speak, suddenly his eyes turned, and he was surprised, "No, how did I find out, there is one missing person here!"

As soon as the voice fell, he heard heavy footsteps. Someone laughed outside the account, "Damn, at the critical moment, you have a stomachache, handsome, I heard that Yao Cheng has come to surrender? Let me see you too?" Said to open the curtain.

There is one more slippery!

Meng Fu shook his eyes sharply and said silently, "I'm sorry!" Sha Hong's head was beaten faint with a slap on the back of the knife.

Immediately after jumping to the tent lightly, with the knife in his hand, waiting quietly, the eyes in the dark are as bright as a pair of animal eyes waiting to catch prey.

As soon as he entered the door, the knife would kill him!

The man outside the door has opened the curtain with his fingers.

Meng Fuyao is ready to go.

The finger suddenly retracted.

There was an uncomfortable silence, so quiet that you could hear the sound of the soldiers interrogating the signal at the gate.

The person outside the curtain, breathing harder and harder, through the thick cowhide tent, he could hear him gasping, nervous, restless, and panting with surprise in his heart.

Meng Fuyao's eyes chilled inch by inch.

The matter is irreversible, and all the generals’ plans to retreat are eliminated in one fell swoop.

God's will is so, God's will to destroy her Meng Fuyao.

However, to destroy her, it depends on whether she wants to!

Meng Fuyao quietly used his sleeves to wipe the flesh and blood stuck on the sword—then there will be a hard fight to fight, and take care of his sword.

The man who can find the situation inside the tent through the tent is wrong, and the man who can judge her existence will certainly not be as rough as his words. This should be a battle-tested veteran, who smells like blood and dead bodies. Familiar, such a person will be a tricky opponent.

Outside the tent, the general named Lao Ha suddenly overturned a tumbler. He was still in the air, and he gave a solemn order:

"There are assassins! The archers gather!"

Before he finished his words, the black shadow flashed, and a slender figure jumped out from the main account. The person came as fast as the wind, and with a wave of one hand, the light of the sword had reached his heart!

The blue sword reflected the general's horrified brows, and he had no time to say anything. He desperately stepped back sideways, but still couldn't escape the sharp blade of "Broken Nine Heavens" by Meng Fuyao.

One arm was unloaded silently, Gu Lulu rolled down the dust and dyed the sand all over the ground red.

The distance was too far to destroy the enemy with a single blow. Meng Fuyao was too late to make up for another blow. Layers of soldiers had already swarmed up like a colony of man-eaters under the command of the injured general.

A soldier is like a sea, and a crowd is like a mountain.

A sea of ​​blood, a mountain of swords.

This is the moment of killing, this is the moment of harvesting life, this is the moment of flesh and blood, this is the moment of corpses being thrown all over.

At this point, Meng Fuyao has emptied all her thoughts and forced herself to become a killing machine. She leaped into the sea of ​​flesh and blood with the weapon knife, and the black long knife kept piercing in and out like lightning, she was like Moses Splitting the Red Sea, the waves that flowed from the left and right were bursting with blood. In those waves, she had turned into a black color chasing the light, carrying the violent midnight wind, the violent blood rain, and the sky full of meat scraps, like a The howling blood pierced through the colorful ocean of soldiers, and every step forward was a blood footprint, and every step forward was a corpse with a broken limb and a broken arm.

She didn’t know how many lives she had ended, or how many wounds she had put on her body. Those soldiers who could not enter the encirclement circle stabbed her with spears indiscriminately through the crowd. Such intensive attacks always stabbed her. At that time, it was just that she didn't know the taste of pain in the almost numb fight like that.

How many people died? I don’t know, I only knew that the feet were uneven and each of them was full of corpses. She had to kick the corpses out while killing people. The corpses that kicked out were bleeding in mid-air, and then they knocked the people who rushed up over and over again... ...The endless killing.

The third section of the first volume of "The History of the Country-The Empress of Shenying":

At the beginning of the 16th year of Zhengning, the army was in chaos and Yaocheng was trapped. Later, he was the lord of Yaocheng. He used eight hundred soldiers against fifty thousand soldiers. He defended the city for half a month and killed three generals. He defeated thousands of enemies in four consecutive battles. Unattainable by the army... Later, for Yaocheng Han descendants to survive, endure the humiliation and surrender alone, and at times be pointed out by Wanfu without changing his aspirations, seize the commander’s power in the army, establish an alliance of shame, cut the heart with a sharp knife, and violently kill , Killed the seven generals, wounded one, trapped by the army, fell into a heavy siege and did not change their colors, swordsmen killed the sky, **** corpses, wherever they passed, the blood drifted... This campaign was a single player. The power of destroying the enemy nearly a thousand years, since Emperor Wu Yonglie, has never existed in a hundred years...

What kind of a tragic killing, it was so tragic that Meng Fuyao stepped on the corpses, and all the broken limbs turned into blood-colored vines, which broke out of the yellow soil and sand and became a forest of vines. Convulsing, whistling, entangled her tightly...

Meng Fuyao is tired from killing and killing. She is the iron man, and her true spirit will be exhausted. Even if she had prepared to kill a large bowl of meat before she came, she couldn't stand the endless encirclement. And consumption, looking up, the heads seem to have not diminished at all, and an astonishing amount of black pressure is still pouring over, but the people he killed before seemed to have only poured out a drop of water in the sea.

Meng Fuyao's arms are sour and weak, the sword is about to be unable to swing, but she still has the power to kill, she smiled bitterly, and stabbed a soldier's heart with inertial sword, considering whether to give herself a sword, suddenly Hear the change ahead.

The sound sounded very similar to my own. It turned out to be the screams made when people were killed. The crashing sound of bones and bones. The sound of flesh and blood squeezing, and the squat and dense sound It turned out not to be initiated in one place, but in three places at the same time. Even with the feet high, you can see the sudden commotion of the people in front. There are three places near the gate, which seem to be suddenly stabbed by a sharp knife, and the chaos of flesh and blood is flying. At this, the soldiers who had been attacking Meng Fuyao turned their heads in amazement.

Meng Fuyao released the pressure, jumped on the corpse and took a look. It was a dozen people in black who were killing people with murderous intent and methods no weaker than her. These dozen people were divided into three places, each Five people suddenly inserted into the crowd in a sharp knife formation, breaking the formation extremely effectively in an instant, and shocking the entire huge team with the greatest effectiveness, causing riots-it can be seen that they are definitely elites trained in battle.

At this time, where can such a group of people rescue themselves? Meng Fuyao looked at it in amazement. She had never seen the hidden guards behind Yuan Zhaoxuan with her own eyes, and naturally did not know their existence.

The man in black who rushed the deepest had already seen her, and made a gesture to her from a distance, meaning "close to me", Meng Fuyao took a deep breath and cheered up. Swing the knife again.

After another half an hour of hacking and killing, she and the black-clothed talent merged together with difficulty. Both of them were blood and minced meat. Meng Fuyao's eyelashes were almost covered with blood, and the black-clothed body Of the four people on the side, only two were left.

As soon as the few people met, the black-clothed man's eyes were filled with joy, and he said hurriedly, "Miss Meng, I will protect you by the order of the master. Please trust us--"

"Why don't I have any reason not to believe you?" Meng Fuyao smiled and cut off his words, "Let's go ahead."

She was so tired that she could barely stand still with her body covered in blood, supported by a sword, but she still had a clean smile and bright eyes. The man in black looked at the bottom of her eyes, and there was a small sigh in her heart. Suddenly she remembered another one who appeared beside her master. Woman, comparing the two, he shook his head in his heart, and then quickly suppressed the idea.

He turned around, helped Meng Fuyao, and said, "Go!"

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Break overnight.

When Meng Fuyao broke out of the siege under the protection of the shrinking team and drove all the way, finally saw the walls of Yaocheng, the sky was already twilight.

The wind blowing from behind was full of blood. The soldiers of the Rong were driven by the general who was still very fierce after his arm was broken. They rode horses to chase and kill them endlessly. Meng Fuyao looked around his side, only sparsely remained. The four people in Luoluo, when they received her, were one-third of the dead and wounded. They were chased down along the way, killed in battle, exhausted, and those who accompanied her to kill from the sea of ​​blood, one by one She fell from the horse, and was trampled into flesh by the cavalry who howled in an instant. Meng Fuyao could only lay down on the horse with tears and rush forward—her rein was held in the hands of the leader in black and used her body to block her. The dark arrow from behind.

Finally seeing the gate of Yaocheng city, Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief, anyway, if all these 15 people were killed because of her, she would really find it difficult to face Yuan Zhaohuo.

As a result of this relaxation, the wounds all over the body were clamoring, and all the bones seemed to fall apart immediately. Meng Fuyao struggled, and Ce immediately shouted to the city, "Open the door! I'm back!"

The sturdy iron cavalry is approaching at a speed of tens of miles per quarter of an hour. Meng Fuyao has almost heard the leading horse hiss, but there is no movement on the tower. The soldiers guarding the city are watching from behind the battlement. she was.

If Meng Fuyao realized something, he quickly took off the head tied around his waist and held it up for them to see, "I am a surrender! This is the head of the enemy commander Tuthemur! The generals of the army are almost dead, three Definitely retreat within a day! Open the door, open the door!"

It was still silent, this time the soldiers on the wall simply walked away.

The sound of a large horseshoe stepping on the ground sounded behind him, like a thunderous roar, and a black cloud rose from the horizon, enveloping the world.

The army has chased it closer!

Meng Fuyao swung fiercely, rushed to the gate of the city, and smashed the bricks of the city wall with a whip. In the aroused smoke, she yelled anxiously: "Open the door! The chase is coming! Are you going to kill us?"

"Who knows whose head this is?" A cold face appeared from behind the city wall, and that face faced her coldly, and said in a loud voice, "Open the city gate, let you, the city thief, bring the soldiers in. Kill us?"

Meng Fuyao's heart sank, and his eyes were dark, and his body almost fell from the horse. The man in black hurriedly supported him behind her, even when he heard him groan.

Meng Fu shook his head, and saw an arrow dangling from his shoulder—the chase was here!

The Lao Ha general who was chasing after him with a broken arm suddenly laughed and said, "City Lord Meng, do you say that you can ask to open the door? You have broken faith, the handsome will be unhappy!"

Meng Fuyao suddenly looked back and stared at him, Lao Ha couldn't help but tremble with the look of her, but his laughter with internal strength has spread far away, let alone the tower. Those who went up, even the people in the city, had already heard it.

With a bang, Tiecheng inside the city slammed into the city gate. He was kicked up by a group of Han people. Those people pointed to the direction outside the city and smiled frantically, "You still say that you are innocent. Rong Gou, can you hear this now? Are you going to open the door? Open the door to your woman, your master?"

Tiecheng's face is bloody, one leg has been interrupted, and he dragged behind him weirdly. He coughed, spitting blood on the dust, and angrily cursed, "I said no, or no!"

He really got up and went to open the gate of the city. Immediately, Han people rushed up to kick him, and a group of soldiers rushed up, and the city gate suddenly became a mess.

Tiecheng ignores anyone. He has heard the sound of rushing outside, and eagerly pulls out the door bolt. However, at the gate of the city, there is a silver chain shining with dark light, and Tiecheng uses real strength to pull it. Constantly, after thinking about it, pull out the knife.

"Choke!"

The 100-refined steel knife fell brightly in the air and landed on the chain, but it didn't even leave a mark.

Tie Cheng was stunned, and suddenly felt that there was a quiet and cold gaze on his back behind him. He suddenly turned his head and saw girl Hu Sang pale and watched quietly outside the noisy crowd. Hold him.

Tiecheng was in a daze again, and then he was in a daze, thinking that Miss Hu Sang’s father seemed to be a famous blacksmith in this city.

"This is a chain made of a thousand-year-old Ming iron that my father treasures." Hu Sang looked at Tiecheng mockingly, and said, "You keep cutting down."

"Why? Why?" Tiecheng roared wildly, "Why do you want this?"

"She's damned." Hu Sang reveals her crazy jealousy and disgust towards Meng Fuyao from the look in her eyes to the expression to every detail of her body. "She's damned!"

Tiecheng stared at her blankly, seeing the deeply stimulating despair and madness in her eyes. He was startled, and his heart sank bit by bit.

"Boom!"

The sound of the human body hitting the city gate was muffled like a muffled thunder in the sky in summer. Blood splashed in through the crack of the door and splashed on Tiecheng's fingers. He looked down at--is this Meng Fuyao's blood?

That faint redness——he remembered the reddish eyes when Meng Fuyao left, lonely, desolate, helpless and determined, there was irresistible persistence in that gentleness, and the persistence gave birth to smoke-like curls Vicissitudes of life.

Such eyes should not belong to an eighteen-year-old girl.

The fate of bleeding and tears should not belong to this woman who has the courage to take on everything!

Tiecheng suddenly knelt down.

This young man who had grown to nineteen years old, not to mention his knees, and his neck was never soft, suddenly he knelt down to Hu Sang in the dust in front of the city gate.

He kowtowed to Hu Sang.

"Please, let her go, she is innocent..." Tiecheng knelt in the dust, the blood and dirt on his face stuck together, mixed with the bruise on his forehead, barely discerning his eyebrows. Regardless of his kowtow, he knelt down for the first time in his life, and begged so hard for the first time in his life, still for a woman who is not even a friend, but compared with the people in the city owed her to her, he felt that his contribution Not enough to compensate her in case.

"Please, save her, the key, the key, give me the key, I will use all of my possessions in exchange--"

Hu Sang looked at him coldly, with hatred in her eyes. After a while, she turned and walked away.

"No key."

Tiecheng knelt down in a daze, his mind was blank, and there was a sudden bang behind him. I don’t know whose body hit the city gate again, and then fell silently down the city. Tiecheng didn’t dare to look back. Looking at the corpse from the crack in the door, he was afraid that the body was the woman he respected and admired; afraid to see that woman, he could never open those bright and firm eyes; afraid that this mistake would be forever, and he was open. Looking at her, she went away alone, fighting in blood, and in the end she didn't die at the opponent's hand, but died in her own suspicion and selfishness.

"Ah!"

Tiecheng suddenly raised his head and let out a cry of blood that pierced the sky.

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"Ah!"

There was another scream, and the penultimate man in black died under a new wave of fierce attacks.

The Rong Jun never released arrows. They sneered, with a cat-and-mouse mentality, watching Meng Fuyao enter in front of their city gate impenetrably, watching this fierce killer of their countless sons The boy finally suffered betrayal by his own people, and everyone around him was killed and wounded one by one. Looking at the soldiers on the city gate, they watched indifferently, thinking that this was still Meng Fuyao's bitter trick.

They laughed happily.

Meng Fuyao was already silent.

She was as quiet as a tree that had been frosted and fallen leaves but always straight, and as cold as a pond of water covered with snow and frozen but constant as before.

She was leaning against the city gate that should have been impossible to open for her. The blood covered with blood leaned against the wall and there was a mottled mark. The mark was the last and most vivid memorial she left to this city. Here, at the gate of this city, in front of the gate where she was covered with blood and body, still unable to let Yao Cheng defenders relieve their doubts and anger, she had no future.

Meng Fuyao's gaze slowly swept across the **** yellow sand in front of him.

There were three corpses scattered on the ground with incomplete bones, and the man next to him was the man in black who was the leader, and he was also seriously injured.

This team of hidden guards of the elites of the hundred battles, because she was almost wiped out, and the leader of this team was struggling, drew out the melee dagger, staggered forward, and prepared to use his last flesh and blood. , To face the bloodthirsty army for her.

Meng Fuyao's fingers were deeply buckled into the city wall, and the fingertips were filled with red blood.

This is hard work.

And this city.

This city where she has lived for two months, this city where she really likes to get warm, she likes the greetings and caring in the morning and twilight, and the red dust that she has never experienced in her lonely life in the past. She cherishes and cherishes the warmth, and because of those loves and warmth, she took on the responsibility that she could have ignored in the most difficult moment, but never thought that such a result would be exchanged.

She sacrificed for it, and they turned her away.

She never benefited in the slightest, and they threw life away for her.

What's the reason for this world's account!

And such an upside-down account, what reason is there to continue?

"Ah!"

Tiecheng screamed into the sky with grief, anger, blood, and blood inside the city gate, rushing into Meng Fuyao's ears, and then she heard Tiecheng howling in despair.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Fu shook his head, and above the clouds, I could vaguely see a smile spreading out, quiet, gentle, tolerant, and broad, like those dreams that would always float on her path.

She suddenly wetted her eyes.

That lost hometown, that persistent obsession, those hopes floating in the dream, have been calling her, and today's end, can it help her return to the origin?

If you are destined to be unable to escape death, why linger and drag others to die?

This... is also good.

"Sir," she suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the man in black who was limping forward, "no need to go."

The man in black looked at her in amazement, Meng Fuyao looked at his eyes and said calmly, "They want me to die, and when I die, they won't move you anymore, I can't drag you down anymore."

"Girl, you are laughing." After the initial consternation, the man in black began to smile, "Do you think they will let me go? I killed so many of them."

Meng Fuyao was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, then we will die together. I originally wanted to ask you to bring it to him, but now it seems impossible. I only have one request. You die after me. , Destroy my body, don’t let me fall into the hands of the Rong people."

"Okay." The man in black sat down cross-legged with his hands on his knees, "The master's command is for me to protect you, whether I live or die, I have completed the task."

Meng Fuyao smiled at him, bent down again, knocked on the city gate, and said to the door, "Tiecheng, I know you did your best, don't cry." She paused, and then she said something strange. Steady, "Please forgive...I owe you the love, I will only report it in the next life."

Repay in the next life, repay in the next life.

Those who have cared about, stayed, looked back, thanked for those people or things, please forgive me for having to abandon you at this moment, as for the next life... but hope to have it.

Meng Fuyao closed his eyes and slowly drew his knife.

The famous sword "Slaying the Sky", it had harvested thousands of lives before tonight, and now it's her turn to harvest herself.

The thin and sharp blade of the blade reflects her pale and firm face.

"Ha!"