Hundreds of years of history are written into a volume. Some people have their own biographies in the history books, while some people are only described in a few strokes in the book, or even sketched in one stroke.
The history books and biographies of past dynasties were passed down to later generations, and later emperors modified and sculpted them according to political needs. The original few strokes may have disappeared.
This is true, people today cannot see the moon in ancient times, but today’s moon once illuminated the ancient people.
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The officers and soldiers of the Hirata Army at the foot of the mountain fell silent when they saw the silver light carrying hope halfway up the mountain gradually disappearing from big to small, from presence to nothing.
Just at this moment, a meteor fell into the mortal world, secretly indicating the fall of Saibeili. Suddenly, the three armies wept and the birds mourned.
Because they know: Sai Beili, a generation of heroes who has been in the world for twenty years, died in Fuling Mountain tonight.
When people in later generations mention "xia", in this age where there are so many masters, Han Li from the Mohist family and Sai Beili from the Huhu Gang will always be on the list. In terms of realm, they were not the strongest at the time, but in terms of achievements, they were not the strongest. They are not the highest in the world. The reason why later generations give them a very high evaluation and respected status is just because they did what the people want and what justice wants.
Anyone who has a heart to serve the country and the people and help people in need can be a chivalrous person.
The flow of water lasts forever, and morality never ends. The "chivalry" and "righteousness" contained in Chinese civilization have been passed down for thousands of years and are immortal in the hands of groups of people like Sai Beili!
Sai Beili, a worthy chivalrous man!
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The death of the hero Sai Beili is a tragedy for the Han Dynasty and even the people of the world.
However, tonight's story did not end with Sebeili's hatred.
After those undead zombies lifted the alphabet spell,
Still faithfully fulfilling the orders of their master Situ Xiangtian, the remaining hundreds of undead zombies were like masterless servants, roaring and killing the Pingtian Central Army. This was definitely an army that could defeat Liu Yi's entire army. The power of destruction lies.
The officers and soldiers of the Pingtian Army and the Zhao family's soldiers and horses all regarded death as if they were going home, and clenched their swords and guns.
boom! boom! boom!
Liu Yi was filled with tears and kept dancing with his hands on the war drum. After tonight's battle, too many people left him. He didn't know what to say and was at his wits' end.
At this moment, he was so small and helpless.
At this moment, he was extremely looking forward to a powerful realm and strong strength.
A seed of pursuit of strength was planted in Liu Yi's heart tonight.
As the sound of war drums in the Pingtian Army resumed, Zhou Fu shook his head vigorously. He braced himself, mounted his horse, put on a new sword, and took the lead as the last vanguard general of the Pingtian Army, preparing to make the final blow to the enemy. charge.
It seems that I can't go back today. The poor old man has no one to support his elders, and his fame and great achievements have not been realized. Thinking about this short life, it is really sad!
But this is fine, wouldn't it be great to be able to live and die together with our brothers?
Liu Yi, who was standing on the lookout, looked sideways at the vast sea of fire burning at the foot of the mountain. He bit his lips and beat the war drum fiercely. He did not dare to stop for a moment, even if his hands were bleeding profusely. Don't care.
He was afraid that once he stopped, the breath he was holding would be gone.
Cheng Lao sent me Zi Qi to the East, my master died in Lingyuan for me, Master Han Li died on the bank of Tianlang River, Lao Xia lost his realm on Taibai Mountain, and Lao Zhao Yao stayed in Fu.
At the foot of Lingshan Mountain, there are soldiers whose names can't be named, and they don't even have the soul to return home.
How can we say that we are going to fight in peace today?
The sound of rumbling war drums roared in his ears. After the intense grief and anger, his mind suddenly became particularly clear-headed.
Liu Yi looked at the situation on the field and suddenly laughed. His laughter was mixed with desolation, resentment and infinite sorrow. He turned his head and looked directly at the puppets and the five hundred Jiang family troops who were rushing towards him, and laughed ferociously, "Haha! Haha! Haha! If there is a good way, there will be more help, but if there is a bad way, there will be little help. Second uncle, today, I must win!"
The mountains and valleys cause the wind to rise, and the wind creates thousands of valleys for me.
Changfeng will help me today, I will live up to the joyful wind.
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On the mountain, Jiang Ruisheng lay half-dead against a tree. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his limbs were limp and he kept moaning, not daring to stir up any energy.
Sai Beili's one-finger air sword was unparalleled, completely destroying his Dantian and thoughts with just one blow. With the unique pulse-breaking effect of Han Feng's sword technique, he could now breathe normally like an ordinary person. It's already very difficult, and I can't stand up, so I can only survive.
Hearing the sound of war drums playing again, Jiang Ruisheng glanced sideways at the battlefield. Hundreds of undead zombies were charging fearlessly. Cheng Kaijia was leading the army from behind and was about to reach the place where Pingtian's army set off a fire.
Looking from a distance, the Jiang family's soldiers and horses were like a flood that had opened its gates, pouring towards the fragile line of fire of the Pingtian army.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Ruisheng licked his lips and forced a smile, "It seems that we are sure to win tonight!"
As for his injury, Jiang Ruisheng believes that it is not a problem at all.
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As long as he manages to survive until the moment when the entire Pingtian Army is completely extinct, his confidant Cheng Kaijia will naturally take him back to Taihao City, and his father will find him the best doctor in the world and use the best pills in the world, hey , and absorbing the best human marrow in the world, even if he has to be reborn, with the strength of the Jiang family, it is not a problem. () ()
By then, wouldn't it be a matter of seconds for me to recover my strength and regain my life?
Thinking of this, Jiang Ruisheng's mood suddenly relaxed.
He was about to appreciate the seemingly one-sided massacre at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew inexplicably in his ears. Before Jiang Ruisheng could find out the situation, an old man loomed in the wind and stood lightly in front of Jiang Ruisheng.
Jiang Ruisheng was frightened and his heart trembled. He was extremely weak at this time. If the old man in front of him was an enemy, he might really be buried in Fuling Mountain.
Seeing the old man standing motionless, Jiang Ruisheng swallowed, suppressed the fear in his heart, and asked, "Senior, are you here to take my life?"
The old man did not answer Jiang Ruisheng's question. His sleeves and robes bulged slightly, and a little scarlet energy flowed out of his sleeves. When Jiang Ruisheng saw it, he actually felt a sense of déjà vu.
I saw two scarlet qi machines as thin as gossamers, surrounding the whole place at an extremely fast speed. After several circles, they returned to the old man's sleeves. The old man's body could not help but tremble violently.
Jiang Ruisheng was very surprised, but he didn't dare to speak.
The old man was silent for a long time. Then, he looked at the battlefield, then at Jiang Ruisheng, and said calmly,
"Situ Xiangtian is dead?"
His words didn't sound like a question, but more like a confirmation.
Jiang Ruisheng suddenly realized that what he saw before him
This person is most likely a disciple of Ji Le Fengdu, and the technique he uses actually comes from the same lineage as himself.
Jiang Ruisheng said nothing. He vaguely guessed the purpose of this person's coming here.
When the old man saw that Jiang Ruisheng was silent, he said softly, "My son is dead, and you have to be my wife for him."
Jiang Ruisheng guessed who this person was at once. At this time, he had no energy left and no helpers around him. He could only forcefully smile and said, "Master Situ, I have no blood connection with you. It is not appropriate." For your old request to transplant bones and marrow, you should find someone else! Otherwise, after this junior recovers his strength, what do you think?"
The old man whose surname was Situ showed no expression on his face and said, "This is not something you should think about."
The old man with the compound surname Situ didn't give Jiang Ruisheng a chance to bargain. Another gust of wind blew, and Situ Xiangtian's body ascended to the sky at the same time as Jiang Ruisheng, and disappeared with the old man into the brilliant galaxy.
In the tree hole where Jiang Ruisheng rested, Jiang Ruisheng's last lament in the world was left: If I had known that today was the last day, I would have put on the big flower jacket given by my father! Otherwise, the underworld is so vast, where can my father look for me?
No one present saw this scene!
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The waning moon was as powerful as a bow, and just as the undead zombies were roaring back and forth around the fire ring that Pingtian had arranged beforehand, not daring to come forward, on the back of Fuling Mountain, a trivial horse neighed, and a torch quietly appeared on Fuling Mountain. .
Subsequently, hundreds of horses and thousands of horses formed a spectacular line of fire on Fuling Mountain. After the first rider gathered momentum, he took the lead in riding his horse and slowing down.
Slowly descending the mountain, speed from fast to slow, followed by a group of riders, like the Yangtze River crossing the Yangtze River at dusk.
Halfway up the mountain, the leader of the group roared loudly and shouted, "Pingtian Colonel Wang Dali is here, you will die."
Only then did everyone see clearly the huge military flag with the word "Pingtian" embroidered on it behind Wang Dali.
The morale of the military is greatly boosted, the morale of the military is greatly boosted!
Liu Yi couldn't hide his excitement, everything was in his calculation.
Liu Yigang first used Pingtian's left and right armies and rain of arrows to consume the Jiang family's cavalry, and then the rear army mobilized to support the left and right armies. Later, he used Zhao Yao's troops and horses as surprise troops, and invited him out of Saibeili to strangle Jiang Ruisheng. He managed to survive according to the method taught by Li Yanfeng. Finally, he used Wang The 1,200 strange soldiers who came from Lingyuan City vigorously controlled the chess game.
It has to be said that the tactics set by Liu Yi and his little think tanks are closely linked and watertight.
All plans come to an end, and it all depends on human effort. Although the process is a bit twisty and confusing, and also a bit sad, the balance of victory seems to have tipped towards Liu Yi.
Liu Yi clenched his fists. With his intelligence, he had already expected that there would be heavy casualties today. Before the battle, he had even prepared himself to charge with a sword. Until now, the masters in his camp had suffered losses. Halfway through, although I am sad and heartbroken, there is nothing I can do about it.
After all, the dead ends between father and second uncle, common people and aristocratic families, naturally have to be resolved by the dead!
At this time, Liu Yi couldn't tell what his mood was. He could only feel that his soft heart turned cold-blooded.
Eat a chasm and gain wisdom; eat bitter gall and harden your heart.
"Before going south to the Zhao Mansion, my father once said, 'As a chess player, the sacrifice of every chess piece is very important.'" Liu Yi gritted his teeth, filled with regret.
, "Next time, next time I will never lose so many moves!"
Liu Yi was deprecating himself at this moment, but every time later generations talked about this battle, they all regarded Liu Yi as a god who was good at attacking the heart and able to grasp the timing of the weather.
In this world, only young people cannot be bullied!
