The war lasted for three days and three nights.
There were wailings everywhere, ruins, and a baptism of blood and fire.
The originally majestic city became dilapidated.
Living people turned into cold corpses lying on the ground.
There are no winners in war, only losers.
"Chief, are you okay?"
Jiang Tian was now disheveled and his original appearance could not be seen at all.
Jiang Kui, carrying a sword on his back, walked in the city after the war was extinguished.
There were corpses of Restoration warriors on the ground, but more of them were corpses of imperial troops.
Two brothers, Hou Chonglong and Hou Chonghu, fled long before the army could no longer support them.
Those who held authority survived.
Because they know how to assess the situation.
"I'm fine. How many brothers are left?"
"fifty thousand."
"How many enemy troops escaped?"
"Forty thousand people died in the battle, and the remaining 60,000 people fled."
"Continue to pursue the victory."
Reviving the Jiang Dynasty has always been Jiang Kui's wish, and it is also the wish of all the restoration warriors, so they cannot stop.
Adobe kiln.
Xia Yuan still stared at Yang Feng and his son.
"puff!"
This time the death energy was expelled smoothly, and Yang Zhong spat out a mouthful of blood.
When Yang Feng saw this, he hurriedly stopped.
"Father, to expel the death energy, just go to this step first. If the death energy does not continue to rebound, you only need to do it twice more, and the death energy in your body will be completely driven out."
Looking at his father, the complexion on his face gradually improved, and Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
After several waves of confrontation, he also gained a certain understanding of death energy.
This thing is itself a kind of "qi", a kind of "qi" produced after the human body undergoes sexual intercourse.
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In the sword energy, the sharpness is strong and belongs to Yang, while the death energy, which is generated after death, belongs to Yin.
Yin and Yang are in conflict with each other.
Sword Qi and Death Qi confront each other and cancel each other out.
Less than half of the death energy was gone, and Yang Zhong's body was in a "return to his ancestors" state, and something strange happened.
To be precise, the "atavistic" characteristics disappeared, and some of the body's functions returned to normal.
"An'er, are you...is your mother okay?"
Yang Zhong asked in a trembling tone.
For more than twenty years, if it weren't for the fact that he still misses his wife and children, Yang Zhong would have given up on living a long time ago.
Today, I finally got what I wanted.
"Dad, everything was fine when I left, but she missed you very much."
Back then, hundreds of masters besieged Yang Mansion.
In the end, Yang Zhong fought to the death to send his wife and children away safely.
And Yang Feng's mother always thought that Yang Zhong died in the tragic war that year.
"Hey! I'm sorry for your mother."
"Dad, now is not the time to say these depressing words. Let's capture the imperial capital of Daxia first."
"An'er, where did you get your soldiers and horses from?"
"Jiang Chao, warrior of the restoration of the country!"
After saying that, Yang Feng took his father Yang Zhong and left the brick kiln.
"I hope those ministers and generals can have some effect. Otherwise, I don't mind releasing all the death energy that is the source of the prison."
Xia Yuan wanted status and immortality.
Wait until Yang Feng leaves with Yang Zhong on his back.
Xia Yuan, Di Nu, and Ren Nu were watching all this silently.
Turn around and leave this brick kiln.
Hou Chonglong, Hou Chonghu and others who fled back to the third pass had extremely anxious faces.
At this critical moment, without Xia Yuan, they could not make up their minds. The most important thing was that the previous battle with Jiang Chao,
They lost their troops and generals, and there was no one left under their command.
Now, the city beneath their feet has become the last line of defense for the imperial capital.
Once this city is captured.
Then the remnants of the Jiang Dynasty are about to point their sword at the imperial capital.
"What are you panicking about? I'm not dead yet! But you, a hundred thousand troops, were beaten like this by the other side's seventy thousand troops? Have you failed?"
The person who came over was none other than Xia Yuan.
"Welcome Your Majesty!"
"Welcome to you! Hou Chonglong and Hou Chonghu listen to the order and order you two to perform meritorious service and go to the imperial capital to mobilize troops and generals for me. Send me all the soldiers who can be sent to the battlefield."
Xia Yuan planned to make a desperate move.
This city cannot be lost anymore.
This will be their last line of defense.
On the side of the restoration warriors, Yang Feng also arrived carrying his father Yang Zhong on his back.
"Young Master Yang, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but you guys have worked hard. Let me take full responsibility for the rest of the battle."
Yang Feng had no time to care about anything else. After conquering this city, he would be able to point his sword at the imperial capital and seize the throne at his fingertips.
So there will be a fierce battle between the two sides.
A fierce battle involving the interests of both sides.
"Master Yang, who is this?"
"He is my father."
"What? The Fierce Sun Sword God is really, really still alive, God has eyes!"
"Yang Zhong, you are still alive!"
The first one to react was Zang Jian, and then he grabbed Yang Zhong by the collar.
"Why did you leave Wushuang back then?"
"Speak! Why?"
After Yang Zhong helped Yang Feng expel part of the death energy from his body, the hair on his body that had grown crazily due to the nourishment of death energy,
It also falls off automatically.
Therefore, he doesn't look sloppy, and his handsome face with sharp edges is quite pleasing to the eye.
"Zang Jian, don't be impulsive. My father must have had his reasons for what happened back then. The enemy is currently facing us, and the death energy in my father's body has not been completely eliminated, so..."
"What did you say? There is death energy left in his body? Then why doesn't he age?"
Hidden sword, well-informed, he has naturally heard of the matter of death energy, but if the death energy enters the body, this person will basically not be able to escape the fate of death.
He obviously didn't expect that Yang Zhong could be so lively and energetic despite his death aura.
"The death energy is not unsolvable. I used sword energy to temporarily eliminate part of the death energy in my father's body, but the real source of the death energy is still Xia Yuan. Did you know that he built a prison deep in the palace? All the prisoners in this prison have the aura of death in their bodies."
Yang Feng told Zang Jian, Jiang Kui and others in short stories about his experiences these days.
"It must be that the priest from southern Xinjiang is advising Xia Yuan, otherwise it would be impossible for Xia Yuan to know how to use death energy with his methods."
Jiang Kui had heard about the arrival of a priest from the Great Xia Dynasty twenty or thirty years ago.
The priests at that time only wanted to pray for rain so that the Xia Dynasty would have good weather every year.
Later, the priest relied on strange means to convince the current emperor.
"The source of death energy is death energy. If you go by what you said, chief, then there should be a lot of rotting corpses piled up in this prison, and even corpse energy is produced that is more terrifying than death energy."
Jiang Kui analyzed it carefully.
"Just in case, Xia Yuan jumped over the wall and used this against me.
We, please go down and order all warriors to be equipped with a gas mask each. "
Jiang Kui, Jiang Tian and others also nodded, thinking that what Yang Feng said was reasonable.
In order to pursue immortality, he would not hesitate to set up a Hongmen Banquet to trap them. What else could Xia Yuan not do?
"Okay, Yang Zhong, I will give Yang Feng a face today. I won't care about it for the time being. After this battle, the death energy in your body is removed, and you and I will judge each other based on our swordsmanship."
Jianghu matters will ultimately be resolved using Jianghu methods.
Yang Zhong looked into the distance, thoughtfully, and then nodded.
Zang Jian snorted coldly and walked to the edge of the city, looking far into the distance at the city opposite.
That city was dozens of times better than the city under his feet.
Because the city under his feet had just gone through the baptism of war and was riddled with holes.
"Logistics supplies, how much food and grass do we have left?"
"Report to the chief, there is still enough food for the soldiers for more than three months."
The person responsible for escorting the grain and grass was Jiang Hu, an old acquaintance of Yang Feng.
"Um."
This war cannot last three months, or even half a month.
The Xia Dynasty's army was retreating steadily, while the Jiang Dynasty's army was rising in momentum and had now reached a peak.
The armies of the two sides were extremely different. Yang Feng was very curious about what methods Xia Yuan would use to reverse the situation of the war.
Standing on the city, overlooking the landscape, Xia Yuan's eyes seemed to be thinking about something.
"Why is the morale of the army so low?"
They are simply a bunch of lost dogs. If such an army is brought out to fight, what else can it do other than give experience to the enemy?
"Holy Lord, this, this cannot be our fault
, it is really the remnants of the Jiang Dynasty who are stronger than we expected. We were careless and underestimated the enemy for a while, which led to low morale and the collapse of the army's morale. "
Hou Chonglong tried his best to explain.
"You deserve to die. If it weren't for the right time to employ people, all of you would have had your heads chopped off."
"Your Majesty, please calm down. I am willing to accept my guilt and perform meritorious deeds!"
"Oh? What kind of punishment method is there? If you dare to fool me, I will take your dog's head!"
Xia Yuan angrily threatened Hou Chonglong.
"Your Majesty, we can take Fengyi Sword God hostage and force them."
"Feng Yi? At most, I can only drink Zang Jian and a few others. Besides, Feng Yi has already broken with them for me. Now using Feng Yi to coerce them will not work at all."
Xia Yuan analyzed it carefully and subconsciously thought that Hou Chonglong's strategy would not work.
"Holy Lord, even if this plan doesn't work, it can still distract the enemy. Once distracted on the battlefield, it will cause them to disorganize their positions. By then, even if our army's momentum is low, a great fighter opportunity is in front of us, and our morale is invisible. There will also be a surge.”
It was Hou Chonghu who spoke.
The two sang in harmony, and Xia Yuan had no better way at the moment. As for releasing the corpse energy underground in the prison, that was his last resort. He would never use taboo methods unless it was absolutely necessary.
Because once it is used, it will damage the enemy by one thousand and damage itself by eight hundred, and may even harm most of the Xia Dynasty.
By then, even if they win, it will be a tragic victory. At the same time, without hundreds of years, the Xia Dynasty will not be able to recover and may not be suitable for human habitation.
"Okay! Then I'll listen to you!"
Xia Yuan is not an indecisive person. At this time, he understands the pros and cons.
Xia Yuan
Ask his men to "invite Fengyi out."
On the city wall, Feng Yi was tied up with chains.
His body was also covered in scars.
"It's Feng Yi, these beasts, what do they want to do to Feng Yi?"
Opposite another city, it looks even more desolate, lonely and lonely.
Under the rays of the waning sun, the bloodstains on the city wall that had long solidified to purple reflect strong light.
The ruins, wreckage, and broken walls all express a strong sense of sadness.
Ah Tuo was holding a sword, a sword wrapped in blood-colored gauze, with bright red blood dripping out of the gauze.
He just stood on the high point of the city wall with his sword in hand, conveying his mood at this time with his angry eyes and hoarse voice.
"Calm down! Ah Zuo, can't you see their intentions? They want to use Feng Yi to make us fall into disarray."
Yang Feng walked to a distance of less than three feet from A-Zu and said.
"Xiao An, you don't understand. I thought I had let go of everything and Fengyi. But when I faced all this again, I realized that my heart has not changed. I still pretend to be Fengyi. When I look at it, When Feng Yi was tortured like this by them, my heart hurt like a knife."
Who says a man won't shed tears easily, it's just because he hasn't reached the sad point yet.
Ah Tuo, the murderous sword god, was also crying for his beloved woman at this moment.
"Azuo, remember this sentence. Some women are destined to be just passers-by in your life. Maybe you will argue that she appears when you are the most lonely and helpless, but that is the greatest cruelty in the world.
Appearing when you are helpless, it is like a beam of light shining into your life, and then...she turned and left, right there
When you regarded her as your whole life, she left quietly without even leaving you a thought. Is such a woman worthy of your love?
There is a saying that a cat that has knocked over a trash can and is looking for food is not pitiful. What is pitiable is that you throw a can to it, and then you turn around and leave. Pitiful. "
Yang Feng's voice stopped suddenly. He believed that Ah Ruo would understand what he said.
A Tuo stood on the high wall, letting the biting wind blow across his face.
There was a hint of sinisterness in his features, as sharp as a chisel.
A ray of light bloomed in his eyes.
The trembling sword in his hand also stopped at this moment.
Destiny can start from him or end with him.
"Holy Lord, there is no movement from Jiang Chao!"
"Because it can't be true? Didn't I remember that the terrifying swordsman was enamored of Princess Fengyi?"
"Hmph! Sooner or later, the truth will be revealed. We just need to wait and see."
…
On the other side, Yang Feng was also waiting, but he was waiting for nightfall.
A few hours passed, and the afterglow of the sun also spread to the end.
The night was dark, and there was no bright moon in the night sky, which was covered with thick dark clouds.
The two opposing cities lit up torches, and the flames shot into the sky.
The fire was like a glowing fireball, illuminating the city wall like an aurora during the day.
The loud horn sounded, and the war drum made of cowhide was beating.
The soldiers' hearts are boiling with passion, and they fight with blood in just a thought.
"This twilight is very much like death."
"Your Majesty, should we take action?"
"It doesn't matter, we can't wait for immortality after all."
…
The golden flag, engraved with the golden holy dragon, was blown by the wind, and the flag bearer raised the flagpole in his hand.
Another city, with only half of its roll remaining, and its crimson flag, were reflected in mottled afterimages on the flaming battlefield.
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