At the top of the tower, where no one was paying attention anymore, the two people who finally finished their performance let out a long sigh of relief.
In front of them was exactly what they imagined. Sure enough, they could consume so much of their troops without spending a single soldier. Although the layout was bumpy, they got what they wanted and it was all worth it.
Fu Yunge felt a little excited. Thinking about the scene of bidding farewell to Dongfang Shiming, it seems like it was still yesterday. Finally, after some twists and turns, their plan succeeded.
Lang Chenyan twisted his neck. It was quite hard for him to pretend just now, and all the energy he had accumulated just now was exhausted. But looking at the chaotic scene below, he also showed a rare stiff smile.
"...Senior, thank you for your hard work." Suddenly, Fu Yunge said beside him.
Lang Chenyan was startled for a moment, then shook his head lightly: "...it's okay."
Fu Yunge looked at his profile and raised the corners of his mouth. If this trip had not been accompanied by Lang Chenyan, it would never have been so smooth. Just thinking about Yuan Nan Shuiguo's regret, he still felt a little sorry.
Lang Chenyan didn't notice Fu Yunge's mood at this time. He silently looked at the crowd below, and then looked at the distant sky. The clear sky was as blue as water.
The gentle breeze blew slowly, and his heart was as clear as exquisite. It seemed that he had just let go of something, his heart was light and he had no worries.
At that time, in front of the flames of the old temple, he still remembered what Fu Yunge said to him. He was still confused at that time, but it was not until today that he finally understood the meaning of his current life.
In the past, he was the Desert Wolf Sword, a lonely figure carrying the hatred of Tiandian Wandao Pavilion. But today, his gradually fading colors have been covered with new colors unknowingly.
He is the protagonist of the "Black Rain Swordsman" scheme. Eight hundred years ago, he used the wolf way to drive away darkness. Eight hundred years later, this blade is still with him, rebuilding the glory of the wolf sword.
After taking a few breaths, he felt that his vision was extremely vast. From the corner of my eye, I can see the towering and majestic peaks rising one after another.
Fu Yunge heard his comfortable breathing and looked sideways in surprise. Sure enough, on the senior's face, the old depression had gradually dissolved, replaced by lustrous pupils.
Feeling relieved in his heart, Fu Yunge couldn't help but smile, lowered his head and continued to observe the movements of the soldiers.
The fighting continued, but it was not effective enough. They will have to wait a little longer.
The ground has exposed patches of bright red that cannot be wiped away by the yellow sand, like an overturned dye vat.
A piece of fake meteorite reveals the ugly nature of human nature. By being able to break through it so easily from the inside, Yinggui's long-standing foundation was destroyed. If he saw this scene, he would probably vomit blood.
The sound of killings shook the sky, and within the impregnable city, the force that was said to be second to none was now in turmoil.
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Outside the main city, in the camp in front of the mountains, everyone was ready to go.
A bronze Zen staff standing silently, like a chanting chant. Inside the open curtain, a monk with a hanging lantern was twisting Buddhist beads in his hands, his generous face full of compassion as he lamented that the evil man was unconscious.
The horses neighed outside, indicating that the troops from the camp behind the mountain were gathering, mobilizing troops and generals, waiting for the final attack.
After a while, Gongsun Tan stepped into the spacious tent, which was cool and comfortable inside.
After working outside for a long time, Gongsun Tan was sweating profusely. The moment he came in, there was a rush of cool air, and he smiled unconsciously.
The hanging lamp monk was good at recommending himself to others. When he saw that he was a prostitute, he immediately put away his rosary and handed him a glass of water.
Gongsun Tan was very thirsty, so he took it and drank it in one gulp. The cool water rushed to his head, and he felt refreshed and refreshed all over his body.
"...Is everything ready?" Seeing him finish drinking the water, the hanging lamp monk pondered for a moment and asked casually.
Gongsun Tan nodded: "The troops of the main camp have been gathered together. We will attack at the right time. We still need to take the lead, master, to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop."
The hanging lamp monk walked slowly, his face solemn. He nodded slightly, but remained silent.
Gongsun Tan was not worried about the hanging lamp monk. I have heard about the master’s temperament and compassion in the past. After all, killing evil karma and saving people is really a last resort.
Seeing that the time was approaching, Gongsun Tan turned around and walked to the tent, holding his hands and looking at the mountains in the distance.
At this moment, a subordinate came running from a distance. Before they even got close, I heard him shout loudly: "Report, the troops specializing in the two wings of the auxiliary city are also in place. Mr. Poinsettia has sent a message, saying that they can take action at any time."
Gongsun Tan listened very clearly. He responded calmly and maintained a stable mood in his heart.
The sun was scorching hot and they couldn't wait any longer.
The heat of noon evaporated uncontrollably among the trees. All they have to do is wait for the final order and cooperate with multiple parties to put an end to this long-standing cancer.
In the watchtower in the mountain, Zui Chenxiang, Yue Shenchen and others who had been trapped for a long time had also received intelligence in advance and were recharging their strength to prepare for a complete breakout.
The sunshine outside shines in from every window, shining brightly. The swirling dust floated slowly, coiling among the broken beams.
They have stayed here for too long.
Feng Shun supported Zui Chenxiang and slowly returned from the top of the tower. The rotten wooden steps beneath my feet let out a painful wail, as if they might collapse at any moment.
When they returned to the original floor and passed a row of corpses covered by rough yellow cloth, Zui Chenxiang's eyes trembled slightly, and veins suddenly appeared on the back of his hands.
Inside are the comrades who died here.
There was also some dust on the yellow cloth. Zui Chenxiang stopped here and slowly squatted down.
When Feng Shun saw this, he also lowered his head, with uncontrollable sadness on his face.
Among them was their former partner, Liu Qing.
In the previous breakout, in order to protect the safety of Zuichen Township, Liu Qingfen risked his own life and blocked the fatal arrow for Zuichen Township.
They dragged Liu Qing back, and when he returned to the tower, he was already dead. After barely breathing for a moment, he held Zui Chenxiang's hand tightly and his eyes widened, as if there was something he wanted to say, but he could no longer say it.
Zuichenxiang didn't know what he wanted to say at that time.
Liu Qing was thinking carefully. He had always been worried about the fact that Heishui Tianlei himself was captured at that time and dragged down the leader of the alliance.
Since then, Zui Chenxiang could feel his unyielding guilt. But he never expected that this young man would choose to use his own death to make up for the regrets that could not be changed before.
Zui Chenxiang was mentally retarded, and it wasn't until Liu Qing died in front of him that he truly felt the sadness in his heart.
Liu Qing died for him. For such a grudge, he would still seek revenge from Jiuche Xiaoying even if it cost him all his bones.
After squatting in front of the row of corpses and staring for a long time, Zui Chenxiang stood up gloomily and continued walking down in silence.
