"Nonsense! As a citizen of Tianfu, do you feel impatient to live with such rude words?" The general became angry, and then sighed again, "Go home quickly, I pretend you didn't hear anything."
"Don't you have any doubts about where this place is, senior?"
The general looked around: "It's just the demon dragon's lair!"
"Senior, do you know where the demonic dragon comes from?"
"this......"
"He is the national master of Tianfu Kingdom."
"That's nonsense! I am a great general of Tianfu, but I don't know that there is some kind of bullshit national advisor in our country! How can there be any national advisor who would feed on the common people!"
"Because he is actually a demon from the Kingdom of Fu."
"The country of Fu, the country of Fu..."
Hearing the word "Fu Kingdom", the general paused, and countless sad scenes flooded into his mind.
War drums were beating, swords were flashing, corpses were strewn across the fields, and the entire army was wiped out. . . . . .
In the end, he only remembered that he was the only one left, facing thousands of arrows. . . . . .
What happens next? Why can't I remember anything?
"What happened after that! Why can't I remember! What happened after that!!" As if he was unwilling to accept the reality in front of him, the general roared questioningly with red eyes.
Not long after, he knelt on the ground again, covering his face and crying. The veteran who has been on the battlefield for many years now chokes up like a child, repeating over and over again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I couldn't hold on, it's me, it's all my fault..."
Wu Jing was just about to help the person in front of him up, but unexpectedly, the knife suddenly emitted a strong and dazzling white light, just like when Gu Beiqing fought Qin Xiao. Then the two of them returned to the beginning in the form of spirit bodies.
Now Gu Beiqing understands that this kind of spiritual body or consciousness retrieval requires something that opens the spiritual wisdom as a medium. This sword is said to be the founding sword. It absorbs part of the country's fortune in the ups and downs of a country. It is no longer a An ordinary weapon. Perhaps it is precisely because of this sword that the ghost general in front of him, who has no resentment, can maintain his spiritual state without dissipating or entering reincarnation.
Now is the eve of Tianfu's destruction.
It turns out that the Kingdom of Tianfu has been torn to pieces under the incompetent and incompetent rule of several generations of kings. General Long Helan was awarded the title of General Longqi. He cared about his family and country and fought everywhere. In the past thirty years, he fought hundreds of battles, large and small, and recaptured sixteen border states, with great achievements. The emperor even rewarded the Dragon-Slaying Sword directly to General Long.
When the old emperor was critically ill, the army of Fu State came to the city. At this moment, the army is circling the northern border of Tianfu with another country that is watching eagerly. The war in the north has not yet been decided, and now the country is almost lost.
"Old dragon, you have sacrificed too much for me and for Tianfu. It's time for you to disarm and return to your fields at this age. I have to trouble you again." After saying a few words, the emperor who was leaning on the dragon couch began to cough violently. .
"Ahem, my time is running out. I have been in power for thirty years and have been fighting in the north for thirty years."
"Ahem... Ahem..." The old emperor's complexion was sallow, his eye sockets were sunken deeply, and there were tears in his eyes. I don't know if he coughed too much or something.
"I know that I am not a good king, I...well, take away all the royal guards."
Long Helan knelt on one knee in front of the dragon bed. Hearing this, he immediately said: "Absolutely not, Your Majesty! The Royal Guards have not been able to leave the Imperial City since ancient times. If they leave, what will happen to the safety of the Imperial City and Your Majesty!"
"Safety... Tsk" He smiled bitterly, "Why talk about safety when the country is gone?"
Suddenly, he said again: "I owe you a lot."
This was a losing battle, and Emperor Wenxuan felt that it no longer mattered who owned the throne.
So his last imperial edict before his death was to grant amnesty to the world.
Emperor Wenxuan, who had not gotten out of bed for several days, tremblingly landed on the ground with the support of his father-in-law. He waved his hand: "It's all gone. Go back, go home!"
His gray hair was a little messy, and the long-term pain and suffering left him with only a handful of bones. Although those eyes were a little cloudy, they still shone with the arrogance of an emperor. The candlelight danced, and the maids and eunuchs wiped away their tears and gently exited the palace.
The Tiger Talisman was handed over to General Long.
The sky was dark, and the people lined the streets to watch the army leave the city. Everyone was silent. General Long was at the head of the team, still holding his head high and his eyes shining brightly, but he was already ready to sacrifice in his heart.
His body was returned wrapped in horse leather, which was the ending he hoped for.
The only hope is Ha Qing Haiyan.
General Long led his carefully drilled Long family army and the Imperial Forest Army personally sent by the emperor to line up outside the city, preparing for a decisive battle with the enemy. Despite the disparity in strength between the two sides, everyone still roared and rushed toward death without hesitation, because behind them was home, country, and the tenderness in their hearts.
The outcome has already been decided, and the whole army will be destroyed. General Long was seriously injured. He stood in front of the city gate and stabbed him one after another. Corpses piled up around him. He felt that he could no longer hold the knife with his right hand, so he switched to his left hand. Oh, it turned out that there were only three fingers left on his right hand. He chuckled and murmured: "I mean, how can I not even be able to hold a knife?"
Then he shouted to the swarming army on the opposite side: "Come on! I'm not afraid of you! If you want to enter the city, first step over your grandfather's body!" Then, thousands of arrows were fired.
General Long's chest was filled with arrows and his sword stood outside the city wall. There were countless wounds on his body, and blood flowed like water, staining the general's armor and the land under his feet red. But he still stared angrily and stood upright.
