The people of Pianhuawu have been resettled in advance by Jin Ji Fengjian and Qing Kun. They were hiding in a bunker outside the city, crying and sighing as they heard that the fighting was still going on in their homeland.
Qing Kun led his relatives, Feng Ji's disciples, to attack in formation, and the Golden Suo Rakshasa made a tight trap, causing Jiuche Xiaoying to retreat step by step.
The other armies also cooperated seamlessly, and developed a deep tacit understanding through long-term wear and tear. The front and rear city gates were guarded, and the Jiuche owl shadows in the city fought stubbornly, but it was all in vain.
At the other end, the forces of the Wine Alliance came by boat and met Jiuche Xiaoying, who originally belonged to the Yuannan Shuiguo area along the river.
The Jiu Meng has already contacted Jinji Fengjian regarding tactics and had expected such a situation. The wide ship plank was reinforced with rivets on all sides, and there were spikes on the bottom of the ship. Even if Jiuche Xiaoying Fushui besieged it, there wouldn't be much advantage at all.
The water waves continue to stir up on the river surface, and layers of ripples wash away the rocks on both sides. Everyone in the Wine Alliance was walking on flat ground on the big ship, only defending but not attacking. In the stalemate, all the enemy troops who tried to get close to the Wine Alliance warship were not spared. Their corpses floated on the water like bleeding driftwood.
The scarlet color spreads in the river, looking down like a red brocade in bud. The setting sun cast a red glow across the sky, which reflected the surface of the river. It was hard to tell whether it was blood or sunlight.
The sails on both sides were riddled with holes, and some of the ship's sides were ignited by flames, which was terrifying.
Although the people in the wine alliance had fewer casualties, they were already sweating profusely. Sweat flowed on the deck, and the deck was shiny.
Jiuche Xiaoying was unwilling to be frustrated and kept adopting new tactics. After all, this is the world of water that they are familiar with. How can they be willing to suffer like this?
Attacking and defending back and forth, the boats from both sides sailed along the river quickly toward the core battlefield of Pianhuawu.
In Yuannan Shuiguo, everyone was ready to go, gearing up and waiting for the time to come.
The river wind blew, and on both sides of the river, more than a dozen wide-headed iron ropes submerged in the water swayed with looming shapes.
On the dock on the shore, Lang Chenyan was sitting on an old wooden pile, with a brand-new long sword stuck beside him.
This was prepared by Fu Yunge in order to fit his identity as the "Ximen Hidden Sword" and avoid exposing his martial arts skills. Fu Yunge also took a shot himself, just in case of emergencies.
At this moment, Fu Yunge stood behind Lang Chenyan, looking at the long river together.
The yellow waves kept flowing into the distance, and as far as the eye could see, there was a vast expanse before the afterglow. Although it was a bit sultry, the refreshing river breeze continued to dissipate the heat on my body, making me feel very comfortable.
There seems to be a pavilion built by predecessors on the mountain on the other side. It is hidden among the dense woods, with only a high corner exposed.
Lang Chenyan's pupils reflected the sparkling light, and his rough face seemed to be stained with sorrow. Fu Yunge could see his emotions and felt a little uncomfortable inside.
He had made several compromises with the people in Weishan Yanglan, and finally they agreed to send more manpower to the shore to try to annihilate the enemy on the spot.
But if they could no longer defend the place, or there were obvious casualties, they would have to take people to the old temple according to their original plan.
Lang Chenyan couldn't use his full strength, but no one knew what choice the senior would make if the worst happened. But no matter what, he has to be here to watch over at all times to prevent the situation from collapsing.
Day and night flow. Gradually, the bright colors of the river in front of them faded away and were dyed by the night sky climbing up to the sky.
Like ink pouring out, the gradient of colors seems to be instantaneous and unknown. When I came back to my senses, the floating river surface was already reflecting the night stars, as bright as pearls.
"gorgeous."
Suddenly, Fu Yunge heard Lang Chenyan speaking lightly, as if talking to himself.
He then moved closer to the senior. I heard him say again: "Then and now, only the old temple and the river remember us."
He knew that the senior was not talking to him. But since the senior didn't drive him away, it wouldn't hurt for him to listen.
"……brother."
Lang Chenyan lowered his head and stared at the fish swimming underwater. Only the outline of one fish could be seen in the pitch black color. I couldn't tell what kind of fish it was. It jumped out of the water gently and then plunged back into the water. It seemed to be swimming leisurely.
Lang Chenyan stretched out his hand, but paused blankly in mid-air. I don't know if I want to touch the fish, or if I want to fist bump with the brother in front of Xu Huan.
But he paused right there, maintaining the gesture of extending his hand. After a long time, he sighed and slowly retracted his hands into his arms.
Fu Yunge felt a little uncomfortable in his heart when he looked at his foolish look.
They didn't know each other back then, but Mo Yindao stepped forward to help him because he was in deep crisis. Unexpectedly, he would also cause trouble for himself. The two were chased by their respective enemies, and they supported each other to escape, so as not to go to hell.
Sharing the same adversity, the friendship between the two people was no longer preserved in the jail where they narrowly escaped death. Two glasses of blood wine went down their throats. They knew that there was no way to survive, but they still gave up the chance to survive alone and made a poisonous oath to live and die together.
It is a blessing for both of them to become the Five Swordsmen of Tianjiang. And the most unfortunate thing is that they fell apart and never met again.
Now, he is like a man who has lost his memory. All the memories are hidden by the wind and snow. I want to pursue them, but my eyes are blank.
He and Mo Yindao only had this old temple. If even this place is going to be wiped out, what else will be left for him to avoid becoming a real walking zombie?
Not having the past is the saddest thing.
This time, he must protect this old temple no matter what.
