Joyful Reunion

Chapter 37: The city is broken

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Lightning flashed and thundered, and the torrential rain collapsed like a dark sky. After the end of the continuous siege of the Yuan army on the 12th, the city gate of Shangjing finally collapsed, making a loud noise that is unparalleled in history. The northern capital of the Liao Kingdom, which had stood for nearly a hundred years, fell completely on this day.

The commander of the Yuan army drove in, as if entering a land of no one, and the ground roared.

"The city is broken!"

This is the first time in Duan Ling's life that he has encountered an enemy army like a flood and beast. His father once said to him that even if the martial arts are unparalleled in the world, under the impact of the tide and landslide-like torrent, it will be difficult to support. At that time, there was only murder.

Only murder.

"The city is broken!"

With the abrupt end of these words, arrows poured down like a torrential rain, nailing the people who could not escape to the ground.

"The reinforcements are coming!" Someone shouted again, followed by a scream, and Duan Ling jumped to the roof, shot four arrows in a row, and shot the Yuan soldiers off the horse against the rain. The brutal street battle began, and the officers of the Patrol Division organized the few remaining soldiers to resist desperately.

As soon as the city was broken, the Yuan army plundered and plundered the adulterers, burned the people, and slaughtered the city for three days. No one could survive. Everyone picked up their weapons.

As soon as a woman rushed into Qionghua Courtyard, she was trampled to death by the Yuan army's galloping horse. The Yuan army yelled and brought in more soldiers like wolves and tigers. Retreat! Protect Madam!"

Duan Ling was putting stitches on Xunchun's wound, his hands were full of blood, he pulled the thread, the door behind him had been kicked open with a slam, Duan Ling immediately picked up the long sword, rushed to him without saying a word, and lowered his head. He slammed into Yuan Jun's chest, turned around quickly, and slanted his long sword, picking the soldier to pieces, and then leaping out, the sword light flickered, killing three people in an instant.

"Volley!" Duan Ling shouted, and then rolled on the spot. The women behind him pulled the strong crossbow, and a round of flying arrows flew past, knocking down a few people. The surviving Yuan soldiers were alerted and turned from the back of the corridor, holding a machete towards Duan Ling slashed, and Duan Ling faced him again with a sword. He closed his eyes subconsciously, and only heard the sound of "ding", and the other side's machete broke.

That precious sword was the sword of Genghis Khan. It was made of refined steel by the Rouran people. Although it was not as good as Li Jianhong's Zhenshan River, it was made of meteoric iron from outside the sky. How could an ordinary soldier be his opponent? ! Relying on the sharp sword, Duan Ling slashed and slashed while the Yuan army underestimated the enemy. When the opponent did not dare to fight again, he retreated to the hall.

"kill!"

At that time, there were arrows and galloping horses outside the city. In order to protect the troops attacking the city, the Yuan army used a shield to block Li Jianhong's iron cavalry.

At that time, Li Jianhong felt a violent colic in his heart again. He opened his mouth, only to feel that the voice was moving away from him. The arrows shot in all directions, he tried his last strength, raised the mountains and rivers high, pointed forward, and squeezed the horse's belly with all his strength.

Wanli rushed into the sky with a neigh and rushed into the plain, far ahead, gathering more than 40,000 people to launch a simultaneous charge!

The sound of rolling horses' hooves was like a landslide. The tide-like Liao people first hit the Yuan army's front, and then the cavalry of the state of Chen charged up again. Like two torrents and terrifying waves that swallowed each other, Chen Jun pushed the Yuan army and kept retreating. to the city gate.

With the sound of the war drums, Wo Kuotai mobilized more troops and turned around to meet Li Jianhong.

Li Jianhong's eyes were blurred. Wherever the broad sword in his hand went, blood flew horizontally. He was like a god of death falling from the sky, crashing into the enemy's formation, barely riding on the back of a horse, and splitting a bloody path with his strength.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

Li Jianhong's arrow fell off his horse and was instantly overwhelmed by the chaotic army.

There was chaos in the battle, and the Yuan people once again encircled. It was impossible to tell where the Chen army was, where the Liao army was, and where was the Yuan army. All of them were armed with weapons. Leaning on his sword, he staggered up from the mud, pulled out the arrow nailed to his back, and turned his head to look at the heights.

On the ruined city wall, an assassin aimed at him with a crossbow in his hand.

Another arrow flew in with a strong wind. Li Jianhong hit the arrow in his arm and stabbed the Yuan army who rushed forward with a sword. He grabbed the longbow and shot it towards the height of the city wall. The arrow left his hand and the assassin fell. It was trampled by galloping horses and became muddy flesh.

Li Jianhong captured another horse, slammed the reins, and rushed into the city gate. Wherever he passed, Zhenshan River brought up the flying flesh and blood. Liao Jun and Chen Jun once again recognized that they ran over like a god of death. Li Jianhong at the city gate rushed forward desperately. The Yuan army had already occupied the city tower and began to release arrows down. Li Jianhong almost rushed through the city gate with the flying arrows, and was hit by three arrows in his arms, legs and shoulders.

As soon as the warhorse entered the city, it let out a whimper and fell down softly. Li Jianhong was thrown to one side and hit the ground.

The reinforcements finally entered the city, and the rain became heavier and heavier. When it arrived, the world was covered with water curtains. Li Jianhong stood up, staggered, and rushed into the alley.

The entire Shangjing city was on the verge of doomsday, dilapidated, and the streets and alleys were full of corpses. Li Jianhong dragged a bloody road in the alley, leaning on his sword, and saw the Xicheng burning roaringly, connecting him and Duan Ling's home. The street burned into one piece, and even the monstrous rain could not extinguish it.

More and more Yuan troops rushed into Qionghua Courtyard from all directions.

Xunchun clutched his stomach, rushed over with a long sword in hand, and shouted, "Escort Your Highness out of the city!"

"I can't go!" Duan Ling roared, and then shouted: "Volley!"

Inside the pane | Shooting countless dark arrows, the Yuan army who rushed into the Qionghuayuan was shot and turned. Duan Ling rushed through the door and rushed out. With ten people, the Yuan army finally retreated. Duan Ling abandoned his sword for a bow, bent his bow and mounted an arrow, and shot the Yuan army who escaped from Qionghuayuan with one arrow.

"Your Highness!"

Ding Zhi exclaimed that Duan Ling had already lost his strength. This day, his sword was stained with blood from many people. When he was leaning behind the pillar to breathe, Ding Zhi rushed forward and touched Duan Ling's back. Ling then screamed in pain, not knowing when the arrow was hit.

"Pull." Duan Ling closed his eyes tightly. When Ding Zhi drew the arrow, Duan Ling felt his heart twitch, his eyes darkened, and he was about to lose his breath. A girl rushed forward and helped him to rest in the courtyard. .

The rain was getting lighter, and the servants went up to close the door. As soon as the latch fell, there was a loud "bang". It was obvious that someone was hitting the door. Xunchun said coldly, "His Royal Highness, hurry up!"

"The reinforcements have come!" Duan Ling shouted, "Hold up!"

"The reinforcements won't come!" Xunchun said, "Go from the backyard in the backyard!"

"No!" Duan Ling said, "I know my father is here!"

Li Jianhong took off his helmet, his hair was disheveled, and rushed to the Qionghua Courtyard, where there was his last hope.

There are corpses everywhere along the way, and there are also Yuan troops who beat their homes, burn, kill and rape|prostitutes. Someone found him and charged at him with a spear. Li Jianhong beheaded him with a single sword, and more Yuan troops were killed. Formed a formation, with spears lined up, and launched a charge towards him.

"Give me...die..." Li Jianhong roared, "Make way!"

Immediately afterwards, Li Jianhong tried his best to smash into the enemy's line, smashing a bloody path, ignoring the arrows of the Yuan army, and rushing towards Qionghua Courtyard. When he was alone, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.

After a full day and night, the rain finally subsided, and then suddenly stopped.

The toxin had spread to Li Jianhong's neck. His right half was paralyzed and unable to move. He still held Zhenshan River tightly in his left hand. The rain poured down the street and washed his side face.

Far ahead, an angry shout broke the quiet night.

"He's coming soon! I'm not leaving!"

That was Duan Ling's voice.

"My son... My son..." Li Jianhong's lips trembled slightly.

The voice seemed to bring him back to life, injecting a powerful force into his dying body, and that force broke through the dark clouds rolling in the night sky, revealing the bright stars in the clear night.

A Milky Way crossed the sky, and in the scarred Shangjing City, the splendid starry sky was reflected in hundreds of billions of puddles at the same time.

Leaning on his sword, he staggered toward the door.

A machine sounded softly.

Nearly forty paces away, an arrow shot with a flickering cold light, Li Jianhong turned around abruptly, Zhen Shanhe flew out, swirling, brushed the arrow, and shot at the long-awaited assassin on the eaves.

The assassin showed a stunned expression, was inserted into his chest by Zhen Shanhe, and fell down.

That cold arrow, with the might of a thousand arrows, smashed through Li Jianhong's armor and nailed it into his heart.

Li Jianhong's tall body leaned back, bringing out a blood line, slamming on the ground, causing a splash of water.

"Let's go now, Your Highness, it will be too late if you don't go." Xunchun urged, "It will be long in Japan."

Suddenly the whole world fell silent. In Qionghua Courtyard, Duan Ling leaned back against the courtyard wall, and heard a faint cry from afar, like an elegy to pay homage to a hero.

For some reason, Duan Ling's heart was very quiet at this moment. He slowly sat down, sitting in the corner of the courtyard, with a wall behind him, which was a long street full of stagnant water.

On the long street, Li Jianhong's blood slowly spread out from his body, following the flowing water, soaking the street.

He opened his eyes, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and said "My son...".

Li Jianhong wanted to call him, but he couldn't make any more sound. He only breathed faintly. After a while, his pupils, which reflected the prosperous stars, opened little by little.

Duan Ling raised his head and looked at the Milky Way with tears in his eyes.

"He will come." Duan Ling choked, "Dad said, let me wait for him and don't go anywhere..."

He faced the people who were still alive in Qionghua Courtyard, and their eyes were also filled with sadness.

"Let's go." Duan Ling finally swallowed tears and his eyes were red.

Outside the long street separated by a wall, Li Jianhong finally closed his eyes, and the starlight in his eyes slowly disappeared.

He lay quietly in the Milky Way reflected in the puddles, as if lying in that splendid Milky Way, with the corners of his mouth slightly held, just like the gentle smile of his beloved son he saw in his life on weekdays.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, Tiansun's brocade covered the overwhelming galaxy on his majestic body.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the fine clouds make a coincidence, the flying stars spread hatred, the silver and the dark are dark, and when the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, Emperor Chen Wudi and Li Jianhong died.

—Volume 1 Silver Han Fit Finale —