Thrilling.
A bird jumped up from the leaning branch, flapped its wings, and left without looking back.
This is an unknown green mountain, especially silent in the biting cold wind.
The birds and animals were speechless, and the sound of surging water could be faintly heard.
This place should not be far from the eight-hundred-mile mighty Qingjiang River.
On a slope, among the overgrown weeds, a figure huddled motionless.
This is a young man who has lost consciousness but has a frozen expression of pain.
Curled up like a baby, stripped of all protection. However, even in this unconscious state of unconsciousness, the muscles in his body were still tense, as if he was still fighting in his sleep. The left hand holds the half-scattered seal, and the right hand holds a sword tightly. Solid like a sculpture.
Black mist traveled inside and outside his body, and strange black patterns spread from his neck to his face. The black pattern resembles a twisted insect, which seems to be squirming at first glance. It looks very scary.
The tenderness and firmness that used to appear on this face were all gone, replaced by an evil feeling. It seems that he hates everything in the world, and even in pain, some conspiracy is brewing.
The black mist was deep and agile, submerging the young man as it sank and floated.
The fainted boy had only three spots on his body that had not been completely eroded by black.
One place is the forehead, the frowning eyebrows seem to be filled with some kind of firm will, like two strong gates, firmly intercepting the attack of black patterns, guarding the mourning platform.
One place is the right hand holding the sword. On the long sheathed sword, there are faint Sanskrit characters jumping out, falling firmly into the black mist, like fish leaping into the "Black Sea" again and again, one after another.
One place is where the spine and cervical vertebra are connected. There is a red fire white lotus there, which has both hot and cold feelings at the same time. It emits distinct red light and white light, but at the same time it resists blackness.
He has been unconscious here for a long time.
The long and arduous war is continuing in the body.
Everything in the outside world has nothing to do with him for the time being, although the situation has been turbulent because of him.
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"The tyrant Han Yin is dead!"
The two "blazing suns" in the sky have been extinguished. The real sun has not yet set, stubbornly releasing its afterglow in the west.
Under the harsh light of the setting sun, it was raining in the sky here.
There will be a rain that has been rare in this land before and will never be seen again.
Bloody rain.
It was an extremely pure and bloody color that even the setting sun could not smudge the slightest bit of blood.
The real person has fallen, and the whole world is saddened!
Zhuang Gaoxian held Han Yin's body in one hand and flew down over the Dragon Lock Pass, shouting loudly: "The winner has been decided, whoever surrenders will be spared death!"
The sound is like the roar of a dragon, the roar of a tiger, roaring and rushing.
He unreservedly released his arrogance and domineering power.
He had just ascended to the throne and had not yet grasped the power of the court, so he dared to conquer the powerful monarch with his own strength.
The strength and sharpness are even better than those of the founder of the country.
Concealing the injury, hiding it in the deep palace, and raising it for many years.
If you don't fly, you will soar into the sky. If you don't make a sound, it will be a blockbuster!
How many years of lurking minions endured.
As soon as he took action, he climbed to Dongzhen, became a real person in this world, killed the general of Mo country with a flip of his hand, and forcibly cut off ten cities of Mo country.
The second time he takes action is to fight with the whole country, defeat the strong with the weak, and personally kill Han Yin, the great hero of the generation!
The heroic figure has been achieved. From now on, he will be proud and envious, and there is no need to hide his edge!
Zhuang Gaoxian heard the sound of torrents rolling by, and blood rain flew from the sky.
The two Yonghous who were working together to kill Huangfu Duanming stopped their attacks without saying a word, turned around and fled in a hurry. However, given the vastness of the world, they actually didn’t know where to go at the moment! Even though they are dignified divine monks and meritorious marquises, they can't dispel their confusion!
Han Yin is dead! A hero of a generation, a real person in the world, a figure who has been in power in the Yong Kingdom for hundreds of years!
Han Yin will all die, who can not die?
That Fen Gehou flew all the way and just arrived outside Suolong Pass, he already felt wetness on the tip of his nose. When I looked up, I saw blood raining down from the sky. The whole world felt sad.
He thought it was Zhuang Jun who died. But Zhuang Gaoxian's voice shattered his illusions.
He rushed over eagerly, but he didn't even have time to take a look at Chain Dragon Pass, so he turned around and fled.
The real people of that time, Han Yin, both died in battle. Even though he, Marquis Fenge, had nine lives, it was not enough to explain here.
The Yong Kingdom is over!
He felt a great sadness, and his eyes could not suppress the sourness. The dignified monk Shenlin was like a bereaved dog, running away and weeping at the same time!
Nothing could escape Zhuang Gaoxian's gaze.
But he did not pursue anyone, and had no intention of leaving one or two Yonghou behind.
He stood above Suolong Pass and turned to look at Li Ying, Marquis of Chengde of Yong State: "Go back and tell Han Xu to release Prime Minister Du immediately. In this way, this war will be over. To the north of Suolong Pass, I can promise not to leave an inch of land." Pick!"
This is to redraw national borders and determine the outcome of victory.
Zhuang Guo wants to lock the occupied land south of Longguan. Including half of Yiyang Prefecture and the entire Lingbei Prefecture. Moreover, the entire Qichang Mountains, which is rich in monster resources, has since been placed under the jurisdiction of Zhuang Realm.
This was actually a condition he had negotiated with Han Xu a long time ago, but he had to give the soldiers who fought bloody battles a reason. They risked their lives to lay down Suolong Pass. In front of them was the vast and fertile land of Yong State. How could this be done? Stop?
Ordinary soldiers would not think about whether Qin, Jing, and Jing, the powerful countries of the world, would allow Zhuang to swallow Yong in a battle. They can't see that far, they can't feel those pressures. All they know is that they have bled and sweated and cannot just stop.
After defeating the Yong Kingdom, the morale of the Zhuang Kingdom's officers and soldiers has been unprecedentedly high. Now, if they are allowed to continue heading north, or even fight against the Jing Kingdom, they may not be afraid.
But Zhuang Gaoxian himself must not be blind.
In the complicated situation in the Western Region, a sense of proportion is particularly important in the absence of absolute strength.
If he now crosses Suolong Pass and fights to the death with Han Xu, not to mention the outcome, even if he finally breaks through the Tianming Mansion and takes over the entire Yong Kingdom. Can it really be defended?
There will be no time to digest it, and the Jing Kingdom will be attacked immediately. It should be noted that the Red Horse Guards of Jing Kingdom are still outside Jing'an Mansion.
As the overlord of the Central Region, will Jingguo still provide support?
The purpose of Jingguo absorbing Zhuangguo as a vassal state of Dao was to put a nail in the western border, pin the Yongguo, and stab the Qinguo. But how could he be willing to raise another tiger in the Western Territory?
So evaluate the situation and stop here. First of all, Zhuang State itself can gain real benefits, and secondly, Yong Jun Han Xu is sitting in the remaining territory of Yong State, and he still has to be the first to face the pressure of Jing State.
This can create enough strategic depth for Zhuang Guo, allowing Zhuang Guo time to digest the gains of this war without worrying about interruption. It has truly moved from a small independent country to a regional power.
Naturally, these strategic considerations will not be discussed with the soldiers. As the leader of the country, Zhuang Gaoxian needs to give a reason to the soldiers who are fighting in blood. At this time, Du Ruhui, the Prime Minister of the country who is still fighting bloody battles and is deeply loved by the people of the country, can't be better.
He was willing to give up more territory for the sake of Prime Minister Du Ruhui. What an amazing relationship between the monarch and his ministers!
For Han Xu, his goal was to truly take power and become a veritable Lord Yong. Han Yin, who has held power for hundreds of years and has no intention of letting go, is the biggest problem.
He has been a king for more than a hundred years and a puppet for more than a hundred years.
Han Xu and Zhuang Gaoxian reached a consensus on killing Han Yin. But at the same time, for the Yong State in the Han Xu era, Zhuang State was still a strong competitor.
That's why Li Ying, the Marquis of Chengde, killed the two top outer buildings in Zhuang Guo who were most likely to break through the gods, and beat them to death. It is obvious that if given the opportunity, Han Xu would not mind killing Zhuang's Optimus Jade Pillar and Jihai Jinliang before the armistice.
Zhuang Gaoxian said these words at this time, not only to express that he would abide by the agreement, but also to warn Han Xu. If Du Ruhui died in battle, he would not keep his promise.
Even though Han Xu knew very well that Zhuang Gaoxian did not dare to occupy the entire territory of Yong State at this time, which would strangle Zhuang State to death. But Han Xu himself didn't dare to gamble. After "a strong man cut off his wrist" and "mutilated his body", the Yong Kingdom was especially unqualified to take risks.
"The foreign minister must bring the words to you." Li Ying took a deep look at Zhuang Gaoxian, turned around and flew away.
As the absolute confidant of Yongjun Han Xu, the Marquis of Yong and Chengde Li Ying, who took action against Han Yin at the last moment, fundamentally recognized Han Xu's decision.
In his opinion, Han Xu is a hundred times more powerful than Han Yin, but he has been unable to use it.
Han Yin is a real person in this world. He will not have any aging problems until his death, but his spirit has already aged.
He simply didn't have the spirit of Emperor Yongming and Han Zhou. He had been beaten by the Jing Kingdom for hundreds of years. In fact, he had already succumbed in his heart. No matter how arrogant and domineering you are, you can't hide your inner weakness.
Han Yin has always wanted to surpass his brother Han Zhou, but deep down in his heart, he never thought that he could defeat Jing State, because that was something that Han Zhou could not do!
Han Yin has no confidence to do anything that Han Zhou cannot do!
He tried his best to wash away the traces of Emperor Yongming, but he couldn't wash it away for hundreds of years. He lived in the shadow of Han Zhou all his life.
Such a monarch seems to be powerful, with strategies, means and strength, but in his hands, Yong Kingdom will only slowly rot and stink. Han Yin has been in power for hundreds of years, but the Yong Kingdom has not expanded even an inch, and its influence in the entire Western Territory is getting smaller and smaller, which is clear evidence.
The Yong Kingdom has reached the point where it cannot be destroyed or established. It must bathe in the fire before it can be reborn.
However, Han Yin was too strong and had ruled this land for too long. Those of them who were loyal to Han Xu were unable to overthrow him.
That’s why outside forces need to be introduced.
Li Ying had always been very sure that he was doing the right thing, but after meeting Zhuang Gaoxian in person, he couldn't help but have a doubt.
In the future strategy of Han Xu's monarch and his ministers, the first step is to use the danger of overthrow to arouse the common hatred of the people in the country. In a controllable state of war, allowing Han Xu to quickly and truly control the country's military power is the first step.
To maintain the country's power, when the time is right, counterattack the Zhuang Kingdom, defeat Zhuang Gaoxian, regain the lost territory, and establish the absolute authority of the super-powerful Han Yin. This is the second step...
But can such Zhuang Gaoxian really be easily defeated?
With an unspeakable shadow, Li Ying left here.
And inside Suolong Pass, Yong Jun was already kneeling on the ground!
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ps: What should I say about the book reviews in the past two days...I didn't expect that they were so unsure of me. Han Xu hadn't even appeared yet, but a group of people said he was mentally retarded. Would a person who has endured for more than a hundred years and been able to trick a powerful man like Han Yin be mentally retarded?
There are things that are said to be broken, things that should not be written, and everything.
Please ask yourself, I have written four volumes with 1.6 million words, have I ever had a bad plot? From the time I started writing in the 1960s to now, I have been living off the savings from my previous writing work. But in this nearly year, have I ever failed to deal with readers on any day?
I remembered that at least hundreds of people said that the pulse-opening pill that Zuo Guanglie left behind was poisonous, but after filling in the hole, no one apologized to me. Didn't those hundreds of people look back? In this era, criticism is easier to express than praise.
There will always be more people criticizing you after a bad plot than encouraging you after a great plot. I ask myself if I have ever messed up. Seeing as I have always been so diligent, if you think it is unreasonable, can you wait and talk about it later? The dragon is there, I just haven’t put the finishing touches on it yet.
So be it.
I didn't want to say anything.
Writing inherently involves facing a variety of voices, and I should have been used to this kind of thing.
But there's just no way to get used to it.
My poetic side makes me vulnerable sometimes.
