Nightfall: The year when the curtain falls on the fourth volume, the one hundred and eighty-fourth, laugh loudly (part 1)

The whole world has been fighting against Tang, and the war has lasted for several months. As the viewer was cut to dust by Ning Que, many changes have taken place. This change may be only accidental, but some are inevitable.

On Xiang Wanyuan in the north, more than a thousand Tang troops who were desperately persevering in their retreat, at the moment they thought they were bound to die, finally saw the dust drifting from the south, waiting for the cavalry to come to help.

The trend of the battle changed suddenly. Thousands of Tang Qi from the Northern Army rushed to the cavalry brigade of the Golden Tent King's Court like an avalanche. The cold blade took away countless heads in the quiet sunlight.

At the end of the war, the blood-stained meadow turned the light cast by the sky into red. The Pu knife in Situ Yilan's hand was already broken in two. She wiped the blood off her face and looked around the battlefield. , Found that most of her subordinates had died, but she and them finally won.

Outside the Qingxia in the south, the most dangerous moment has come. Jun Mo holds an iron sword in his hand, looks exhausted, like a green mountain in late autumn, still beautiful, but the yellow leaves will fall.

The disciples in the back of the academy were all standing behind him, watching the smoke and dust rising again in the field, listening to the sound of iron hoofs, silent, waiting for the last moment to come.

Muyou stretched out his hand and held Jun Mo's empty right sleeve.

Four senior brother Fan Yue, after catching Guanzhu's virtual sword with the river and mountain pan, has been fighting against it with his whole body cultivation base, and at this time even he has struggled out of the iron canopy.

Since they are in the same family, they should naturally live together and die together.

The cavalry of the Allied Forces of Xiling Temple came to Qingxia again.

In the seven days, the disciples of the academy didn't know how many times they had repelled the Xiling Temple coalition forces. Whether it was them or the Temple coalition forces, they were already familiar with this kind of scenes.

This time it must be a little different.

This time will probably be the last time.

At this moment, Senior Brother Si suddenly felt that the river and mountain plate in his hand had become a lot lighter, he felt it for a moment, and was shocked to find that the virtual sword was no longer found in the river and mountain in the sand table!

The people in front of Qingxia don't know what happened to Chang'an City, but the virtual sword of Guanzhu disappears. There is only one possibility, that is, Guanzhu is dead or abandoned.

The fourth brother is very clear about the preparations of the academy in Chang'an. He knows that the brothers, sisters and younger brothers are doing everything possible to kill Guanzhu, but he doesn't actually have much hope for this.

Because he is good at calculating, no matter how he calculates beforehand, he doesn't understand how the academy can kill the master.

However, at this time, the virtual sword in the Heshan plate disappeared without a trace, so whether he believes it or not, it shows that something must have happened in Chang'an City.

He said with a slight muffled voice: "Looking at the subject has failed."

The reason why his voice is hoarse is not only the exhaustion caused by struggling for a few days under the virtual sword, but also the unstoppable excitement and disbelief.

Everyone in the academy heard this sentence.

It was quiet.

Suddenly, Jun Mo raised his iron sword and pointed to the wilderness, laughing out loud.

Bei Gong Weiyang laughed loudly and plucked the strings randomly.

Simon laughed loudly without confusion, and slapped his palms with the flute.

Sixth brother smiled honestly, and grasped the hammer in his hand tighter.

Wang Chi smiled slightly, and the already black flowers by the temple seemed to have more colors.

Teak is a woman, and she doesn't need to be heroic, so instead of smiling, she wets her eyes.

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The cavalry of the Allied Forces of Xiling Temple is already in sight.

The disciples in the academy looked as if they were nothing, laughed out loud, and were extremely happy.

The hearty laughter echoed in front of the Qingxia, spreading far away along the green mountains.

Today, whether it is dead or alive, whether you can still hold Qingxia, as long as Guanzhu loses and Chang'an City is safe and sound, then the Academy and Datang will have the last hope.

They used their lives to guard Qingxia for seven days. Isn't what they guard is hope?

And hope is not in their hands.

To be more precise, it is in the hands of Senior Brother Si.

In the puzzling gazes of the colleagues, the four senior brothers walked to the forefront, watching the cavalry that surged like iron, watching the sword lights looming in the air, and raised the river and mountain pan.

The fourth brother's face became extremely pale, and his cheeks instantly became thinner.

He poured all his thoughts into the river and mountain pan.

Heshan Plate is a sand table with the finest yellow sand inside.

There are rivers and mountains in the plate, and every grain of sand is a mountain and a stone bridge in the great river and mountains.

The yellow sand danced wildly in front of the Qingxia, the sky was covered, and the wilderness became extremely dark.

The cavalry of the Temple of Xiling, rushing into the yellow sand, lost their eyes and missed the way.

In the yellow sand, there were screams and the sound of heavy objects from time to time.

I don't know how long it took, and the yellow sand gradually fell.

Qingxia returned to calm before, and there were many corpses of cavalry and war horses in the wilderness.

Heshanpan cannot change the fate of the disciples of the college.

Because the Allied Forces of the Temple, after a whole team, are ready to charge again.

At this moment, among the reckless mountains, a Tang soldier suddenly walked out.

This Tang soldier looked very embarrassed, unkempt, covered in mud, his armor had been thrown into the mountain stream for a long time, and his clothes were cut into cloth strips by the thorns in the mountain.

This Tang Bing ran to the people of the academy, staggered all the way, and almost fell several times. It was obvious that he was exhausted to the extreme, but he was still running, and then shouted a word.

His voice was extremely hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for many days, but it fell in the ears of everyone in the academy, but it was as clear and moving as the clearest spring water.

"Zhennan Army scolds the king of the second group of the camp, and is ordered to help!"

After saying these words, the soldier of the Southern Zhenjiang Army who first arrived at Qingxia, unable to support it anymore, fell heavily into the wilderness, panting for breath, and could no longer stand up.

Wang Chi walked to the side of this Tang Bing and quickly got his pulse.

Jun Mo solemnly saluted the most common Tang Bing and said: "Thanks."

An ordinary Tang Jun scout has no effect on the situation in front of Qingxia. For everyone in the academy, the arrival of this Tang Bing meant a lot of things.

The Academy is the Academy of Datang.

The Great Tang is the Great Tang of the Academy.

No one fights alone.

Immediately afterwards, another Tang soldier walked out of the rugged mountains.

Then more Tang soldiers walked out of the green hills and came to the wilderness.

They supported each other, cheering for their companions.

They were already exhausted. They walked out of the Qingxia and sat on the ground. They could no longer stand up. Even if they were to pick up weapons, they would not be able to meet the enemy.

There were even a few Tang Jun, the moment they walked out of the mountains, their spirits suddenly relaxed, and they fell to the ground.

For the well-trained Tang Jun, this is hard to imagine.

More and more Tang soldiers continued to walk out of the green hills, before they came to Qingxia.

They walked for days and nights, without sleep, finally got here.

The Zhennan Army has arrived, that's enough.

The one who appeared before Qingxia was a tired teacher.

But no one dares to deny that they are a mighty teacher.

At this moment, in the southern wilderness, the sound of Mingjin came.

The cavalrymen of the Allied Forces of the Xiling Temple looked at the Tang troops in front of Qingxia with extremely complicated expressions, some unwilling, some awe, and finally took the Xinjiang rope and returned to the camp.

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(Yesterday, I sprinkled dog blood on the master. I’m so low today. In addition, I reported in advance yesterday that some housework has to be handled, so there is only one chapter, but as few as two thousand. , Is not appropriate, then I will write 7,000 words out on Sunday, I wish you a happy weekend.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe, reward, your Support is my biggest motivation.)

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