A thin figure slowly walked out of the tall city gate. Against the towering dark blue city walls, the dark-colored young man was as thin as a willow leaf that could be lifted by the wind. However, no one could know that such a In the slenderness, it contains the unparalleled hardness that is indestructible by wind, knife, frost, sword, heart and world.
Meng Fuyao raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly under the sunlight.
She never blinked her eyes, and only let the warm winter sun dry her tears. If she went to the Rong army camp with red and swollen eyes, she would be chopped into pieces immediately.
She understood Tiecheng's heart-piercing call at the end, and knew that Tiecheng understood her intentions, which comforted her to some extent—such a path as pointed out by thousands of people came, and she was as strong as her, so she couldn't help it. Her heart was desolate, but fortunately, amidst all the enmity and hatred, there was still a person who really understood and came to warm her.
Meng Fuyao carried the bag of things representing Yaocheng's administrative power, and walked towards the Rong army's barracks.
It was a tent for 50,000 people, the continuous tents were like dark gray waves undulating, there was no limit at first glance, compared with this huge monster, Meng Fuyao was like a drop of water in the ocean, which could be submerged in an instant.
She walked over without fear, facing the forest of swords and guns erected in an instant, and facing the guarded and hostile eyes of the Rong soldiers, she raised the burden in her hand.
"City Master Yao, come to offer the city."
There was a sound of knives and guns going to the ground, and the Rong soldiers stared at her blankly for a while, and went back to report. After a while, a general came out, watching Meng Fuyao sharply through the gate, especially sweeping up and down her embarrassed body. After sweeping, he said harshly, "Since you have surrendered, why didn't you open the city gates to welcome them? Instead, you came here by yourself?"
"If I open the gates of the city to welcome you, would you all dare to enter? Are you afraid that I might have an ambush?" Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, "Is there anything more sincere than this city lord entering your camp alone?"
The general was suffocated. These days, they fought against this city lord who didn't play cards according to common sense many times. They had learned Meng Fuyao's methods. With a mere 800 troops against an army of 50,000, not only did they fail to win in the first place. They collapsed during the wave attack and killed three of their generals one after another. Such a person opened the door to welcome them, and they really dare not go in.
But now that he has come by himself, what can a mere one person do in an army of 50,000? That is absolutely impossible.
"Come with me!" He thought for a while, then said harshly.
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When Meng Fuyao saw the military commander Tu Tie Muer, he had already gone through three rounds of interrogation.
At the last level, Tutie Muer's personal guards touched Meng Fuyao up and down, and when he finished touching, he retreated silently, Meng Fuyao waited quietly for him to finish touching, then turned to ask him politely, "It's over? "
The man was startled, and when he raised his eyes to meet her gaze, he felt a chill in his heart, but Meng Fuyao walked in without looking back.
Walking into the dark inner tent from the brightly lit outside, Meng Fuyao squinted his eyes a little uncomfortably, and then felt a needle-like gaze in the corner, and poked it over.
She turned her head subconsciously, but the person sitting in the corner turned her head away.
She looked around for a while, and the tent was full of generals in colorful robes sitting high and low. Except for the chief general Tu Tiemuer who was sitting upright, everyone else was eating meat or drinking water or picking their feet carelessly. Camellia oleifera beef wool and A strange smell mixed with man's sweat.
Picking feet in the main account? No one in the whole world would run an army like this, and this was intentional to show her contempt.
Before she finished watching, the person sitting in front of the main tent said in a contemptuous tone, "Are you the Lord of Yao City?"
Following his tone, all the generals looked over with cold eyes, full of murderous aura, and invisible pressure was coming, like a bloodthirsty beast, snorting.
Meng Fuyao turned his head, without speaking, slowly spread the burden in his hand.
The copper seal of Huang Chengcheng lit up the eyes of all the generals, their eyes widened, Meng Fuyao said clearly amidst whispers, "I, Meng Fuyao, the lord of Yao City, have come here to offer the city. India, paving the way for you to enter Yao City, and even enter the hinterland of Wuji Kingdom."
"What a big tone!" Tutie Muer, the coach with a turmeric complexion and deep-set eyes, stared at Meng Fuyao, his tone and expression were gloomy and suffocating, "Yaocheng is a small city, and it's like something in your bag to search for it. Why do you need to offer it? How can you pave the way?"
"What a big tone," Meng Fuyao laughed mockingly, "Yao City is a small city, with eight hundred guards, ten days of food and grass, no high walls and sharp guns, and no hundred-forged army, yet it has completely blocked your fifty thousand tigers. In the past half a month, this search for something has been too long, and it is too difficult to obtain."
"you!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Meng Fuyao shook the burden in his hand, raised his eyebrows sharply, "I'm here to sacrifice the city, and Yao City has been unable to attack for a long time, how will you, Marshal Pingyao, one of the three armies, explain to the two kings of Nan Rong and Bei Rong? What face do you have to meet the other marshals of Lien Chan and Lien Ke? How can you restore your dispirited military morale, so that they will continue to fight for you in the ensuing war? And Yao Cheng's offer, It's the best way to rebuild your military spirit—I'm here to help you, you understand?"
The last two words burst into spring thunder, and there was a yell like a thunderbolt, which shocked the generals who were full of tents and pretended to be contemptuous. They threw away the beef, oil and tea, put their feet down and stared at Meng Fuyao, but Meng Fuyao suddenly tied up the bundle. Throwing it on his back, he turned and walked away.
"I am a hero, I have never lost to you! If someone hadn't caused trouble, I would have talked to your corpses! I came to sacrifice the city, but I was discouraged and found another lord, so that I could find a way out for my people , you barbarians who only grow fat but not heads, look down on me? I don’t wait for you!"
"Wait for the head of Yao Cheng, and be shot to death by my archers!"
She stomped and carried the burden on her back, knocked away the leaders of the Rong tribe who wanted to come up to persuade them to make peace, and walked back without hesitation.
"Wait!"
A deep voice came from behind.
Meng Fuyao stopped in her tracks, turned her back to the tent, and smiled triumphantly and slightly sadly.
Sure enough, I was right, you bullying guys...
Before coming here, Meng Fuyao thought for a long time whether to continue humiliating and humiliating to win the trust of the military commander, or to be domineering and arrogant and not let Zhang Yang's personality subdue them. In the end, she chose the latter. She believed that based on her understanding of the Rong people , this thunder and thunderbolt uses offense as defense, and she can't be wrong if she doesn't give the opponent a chance to think about it.
Turns out she was right.
Behind him, Tutie Muer could no longer sit firmly in the tent, he lifted his skirt, and hurriedly stepped down from his seat, "Wait a minute, Lord Meng, wait a moment, it's because the generals are ignorant and have neglected you..."
Meng Fuyao ignored her and continued walking.
"City lord, you came to surrender today. This commander is very happy. Come and show the seat to the city lord. Come, come, City lord Meng. Let me introduce you..." Tutie Muer pulled Meng Fuyao, and his attitude changed a hundred and eighty times. degree bend.
Just now he had been carefully observing Meng Fuyao. Although the city lord was unexpectedly young, he was naturally domineering and brave. All the generals were fiercely murderous, but none of them could change his face. What's more, every word and every word of his, he knew the situation of the army like the palm of his hand, and every sentence said what he was embarrassed about. Such a talent, even if he brought Yao Cheng with him, he is still worthy of acceptance. If the king sees him, he will definitely be happy, and he will take some credit for it.
As for whether Meng Fuyao was swindling surrender, his doubts were only fleeting, what a joke, how can a person who swindled to surrender turn around and leave without guilt? Judging from his experience in several fights with the Lord Meng, if he endured humiliation and groveled, he would have to be more on guard.
"City Lord Meng," he politely stretched out his hand to guide Meng Fuyao, "was it us just now, this commander apologized to you, come, come..."
Meng Fuyao turned around, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Does the Commander trust me?"
Tutiemuer laughed awkwardly, and said repeatedly, "Naturally, naturally!"
Meng Fuyao slowly untied the bag, took out the official seal, first weighed it in his hand, then handed it to Tu Tiemuer, and said with a smile, "In that case, please show the official seal to all the generals, so that you don't have to worry about it." In the future, I will say that I made a fake seal to fool people."
"How could it be?" Tutiemuer took it over, "But since that's the case, all of you who don't have eyes, show me the sincerity of City Lord Meng!"
Official seals were passed on to the generals one by one, Meng Fuyao stood with his hands behind his back in the shadow of the tent, with a faint smile on his face.
Some generals looked at it seriously, some glanced at it casually and threw it away, and some people muttered, "The barbarians of the Han people are just such soft bastards."
Meng Fuyao glanced at him, and replied with a smile, "You probably won't have the chance to see the heroism of the Han people again."
When it came to the previous corner, the man who had glanced at Meng Fuyao seemed to pause his hand, and Meng Fuyao's gaze seemed to pass by, and then retracted.
"Marshal, I have already shown my sincerity," Meng Fuyao said calmly after reading the official seal, "Shouldn't you also show your sincerity?"
Tutiemuer hesitated for a moment, waved his hand, and called, "Come here, prepare the equipment for the oath."
The boxwood plate was quickly served, and the porcelain bowl was filled with clear water, and there were two sharp knives beside it.
A smile appeared in Meng Fuyao's eyes, serious and without any emotion.
The oath of the Rong people is not an ordinary pricking of fingers, but taking blood from the heart to show their perseverance.
The tray was delivered, Meng Fuyao took a step forward, according to the rules, Tutie Muer should stand side by side with her at this time, he hesitated for a moment, and took a step behind her, the two guards outside the tent immediately followed.
Meng Fuyao didn't look at him at all, he took out the knife as if no one else was there, and stabbed the heart, the tip of the knife was pulled out, and a wisp of bright red blood dripped into the clear water in the bowl, rippling away.
Then she smiled and took a step back, away from Tutimur.
Tutie Muer breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward to take out the knife, turned the tip of the knife, and stabbed gently into his heart.
At the moment when the tip of the knife touched the skin of the heart and mouth.
Meng Fuyao's hand suddenly appeared!
She was obviously still an arm's length away from Tutie Muer just now, and she was still blocked by the guards in front of her, but for some reason, there was a bone click, and her arm suddenly stretched.
Her hand, in an instant, seized Tutemur's hand that held the handle of the knife.
Gently, send it away.
The sharp knife that was only intended to be skimmed over the chest, immediately sank into the handle without a sound!
Blood spatter!
Tutiemuer roared straight up into the sky, almost breaking through the big tent.
Meng Fuyao didn't let go of her hand, she continued to smile, her smile was chilling, and she twisted her hand holding the handle of the knife severely.
Everyone seemed to hear the sound of flesh and bones being crushed instantly.
A large amount of blood spurted out together with minced meat, spraying Meng Fuyao's head and face, Tutie Muer could not utter the second scream, rubbed against his throat, and fell down convulsively.
Meng Fuyao smiled gently, pulled out the sharp knife quickly, and with a wave of her wrist, Tutie Muer's head had already been chopped off by her. Hanging the bloody head on his waist, he laughed loudly:
"This is the heroism of the Han people, let me show you one time before you die!"
She laughed sadly and wildly, resounding like an eagle soaring into the sky, her voice was like smashing steel and smashing jade into the bloody big tent, like a sword like a halberd, instantly hurting people.
The stunned generals only came to their senses at this moment. Seeing Muer's headless corpse squirmed in the blood all over the place, and Meng Fuyao's face was covered in blood, he looked up and laughed, and immediately went mad.
"Kill her! Kill her!" They all drew their weapons and rushed up, stepping on blood. Some of them didn't even wear boots, and rushed up with bare feet brandishing knives.
Meng Fuyao stepped on the picture to paste Muer's corpse, stared at them with a sneer, suddenly turned around, a black light flashed, and "Slaying the Sky" was pulled out behind her like a streamline, holding a knife in both hands, leaping into the air, like a bird The phoenix soaring nine days, the cold air between the spread wings is threatening, the black dagger draws bloody marks in the air, chop! cut! prick! stamp!
Blood flew, heads bounced wildly, severed limbs flew around in the huge tent, hit the cowhide tent and bounced to the ground, Meng Fuyao's pent-up anger these days and the feeling of humiliation just now The pain finally broke out at this moment, and it was these hapless generals who had to bear it. The long blade was like blood, and the murderous aura was like a sharp edge. The blood dripped from the tip of her knife and sprinkled all over her black robe.
This was a one-sided massacre, none of the generals who were hit by the official seals was the enemy of Meng Fuyao.
Just in an instant, corpses lay all over the place, and a group of fresh lives turned into corpses. Such a brutal and violent killing finally made the naturally brave generals of the Rong people start to fear. Meng Fuyao, who was ferocious and ferocious like a demon, his already weak hands and feet trembled so much that he couldn't lift the knife, he screamed desperately and struggled to run out of the tent, "Help—help—someone—killed—"
"Hey!"
A ray of cold electricity flashed in the dark and bloody space, and the general who ran the fastest and was about to rush out of the tent suddenly had a knife in his vest.
It wasn't Meng Fuyao's dagger, but a scimitar wrapped with gold thread specially used by Rong generals.
The slain man turned his head in shock, pointed at the man with the knife behind him, his throat rattled, and struggled for a while, "Shama, you—"
The man named Shama was exactly the man who met Meng Fuyao's eyes when she entered the tent. He calmly withdrew his knife and bowed to Meng Fuyao who suddenly turned to look at him, "Master Meng, I'm going down to Shahong."
"Are you Han?" Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes.
"Yes," Sha Hong didn't change his expression amidst the blood on the ground, "Shangyang Jingqi 18th Division secretly belongs to the sixth team."
Meng Fuyao looked at him, and slowly retracted the saber back into its sheath, "No wonder you can see that my official seal is covered with flax powder."
Sha Hong smiled and said, "I have received an order from my master, if I meet you, no matter when and where, I must do my best to help you."
Meng Fuyao looked at him, then looked at the big bosses in Yaocheng whom he knocked down at the beginning of the killing, and said softly, "You are lurking here, you must still have your mission, there is no need to spoil your affairs for me. "
Sha Hong was about to speak when he suddenly turned his eyes and said in surprise, "No, why did I realize that there is one person missing here!"
As soon as the words were finished, there were heavy footsteps, and someone laughed outside the tent, "Damn, I have a stomachache at a critical moment, Marshal, I heard that Yao Cheng has come to surrender? Let me see you too?" Open the curtain.
There's one more that slipped through the net!
Meng Fuyao's eyes sharpened, and he said silently, "I'm sorry!" The back of the knife slapped Sha Hong unconscious with his head bleeding.
Then he swiftly ran to the back of the tent, held the knife in his hand, and waited quietly, his eyes in the darkness were as bright as a pair of animal eyes waiting to catch prey.
As soon as he entered the door, the knife would kill him!
The man outside the door has already lifted the curtain with his fingers.
Meng Fuyao was ready to go.
The finger suddenly retracted.
There was an unbearable silence, so quiet that the sound of soldiers asking for the code at the gate could be heard.
The person outside the curtain was breathing gradually, and through the thick cowhide tent, he seemed to be panting, nervous, restless, and full of suspicion.
Meng Fuyao's eyes turned cold inch by inch.
The matter is irreversible, and all the plans of the generals to retreat in one fell swoop have fallen short.
It was God's will, it was God's will to destroy her, Meng Fuyao.
However, to destroy her, it depends on whether she is willing or not!
Meng Fuyao quietly wiped off the flesh and blood stuck on the sword with his sleeve - there will be a tough battle to fight next, so take good care of your sword.
The man who can detect the situation inside through the tent and judge her existence will certainly not be as rough as his words show. This should be a battle-tested veteran who is very familiar with the smell of blood and dead bodies. people, will be difficult opponents.
Outside the tent, the general named Lao Ha suddenly turned upside down, he was still in the air, and he had already ordered in a low voice:
"There are assassins! The archers gather!"
Before he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed, and a slender figure jumped out of the main tent. The person who came was as fast as the wind, and with a single wave of his hand, the knife light had already reached his heart!
The blue saber light reflected the general's horrified brows and eyes, he didn't have time to say anything, he tried his best to back away sideways, but he couldn't escape the sharp blade of "Broken Nine Heavens" internal force caught by Meng Fuyao.
An arm was removed without a sound, and the dust rolled down, staining the sand and soil on the ground red.
The distance was too far, and one blow failed to destroy the enemy. It was already too late for Meng Fuyao to make up for another strike. Layer upon layer of soldiers, under the command of the wounded general, had already surged forward like a swarm of man-eating ants.
The soldiers are like the sea, and the crowd is like a mountain.
A sea of blood, a mountain of knives.
This is the time to kill, this is the time to harvest life, this is the time to turn flesh into mud, and this is the time to throw corpses everywhere.
At this point, Meng Fuyao had already emptied all her thoughts, forcing herself to become a killing machine. She jumped into the ocean of weapons, swords, and flesh. The long black knife pierced in and out like lightning, and she split the Red Sea like Moses. In the waves of blood flying left and right, in such waves, she has turned into a dark color and chased the light, carrying the fierce midnight wind, the rushing rain of blood, and the sky full of meat scraps, like a howling blood The thread pierces the sea of colorful soldiers, every step forward is a bloody footprint, and every step forward is a dead body with stumped limbs and arms.
She didn't know how many lives she had ended, and she didn't know how many wounds she had suffered on her body. Those soldiers who couldn't get into the encirclement stabbed randomly with spears through the crowd. Such intensive attacks would always stab her, but In such a nearly numb battle, she no longer knew the feeling of pain.
How many people died? I don’t know, I only know that the ground was uneven, and each body was full of corpses. She had no choice but to kick out the corpses while killing people. Never ending kill.
The third section of the first volume of "National History: The Chronicles of Empress Shenying":
At the beginning of the 16th year of Zhengning, the army was in chaos and trapped Yaocheng. Later, he became the lord of Yaocheng. With 800 soldiers against 50,000 soldiers, he defended the city for half a month and killed three generals. He defeated thousands of enemies in four consecutive battles. Got it... Later, it was a matter of the survival of the Han people in Yaocheng. He endured humiliation and feigned surrender alone. Seventh, wounded one, was trapped by the army, trapped in a heavy siege, did not change his color, pointed at the sword to kill the sky, bathed in blood and stepped on corpses, wherever he passed, blood flowed everywhere... In this battle, he single-handedly wiped out the enemy's close Thousands, since Emperor Shenwu Yonglie, in a hundred years, there has never been...
What a tragic killing it was, so tragic that Meng Fuyao stepped on those corpses, and in a trance, those severed limbs turned into blood-colored vines, breaking through the loess sand and forming a forest of vines, convulsing, Howling, entangled her tightly...
Meng Fuyao was tired of killing—after killing and killing again and again, even if she was an iron man, her true energy would be exhausted. Even if she had prepared to kill a big bowl of meat before coming here, she would not be able to withstand such endless encirclement and consumption. At a glance, the heads didn't seem to be reduced at all, and an astonishing amount of blackness still poured over, while the people he killed earlier seemed to have only poured out a drop of water in the ocean.
Meng Fuyao's arms were already sore and limp, her sword was about to move, but she still had the strength to kill herself. She smiled wryly, and thrust her sword into a soldier's heart from inertia. She was thinking whether to give herself a sword, when she suddenly heard a strange movement in front of her. .
That voice sounded very similar to my side, it was also the scream of people being killed, the sound of falling bones, the sound of bones colliding, the sound of flesh and blood squeezing, and that scary and dense sound was not in It started in one place, but it happened in three places at the same time. Even when the feet were raised, the crowd in front of them could still see a sudden commotion. There were three places near the gate that seemed to be stabbed by sharp knives, and the blood and flesh were flying in chaos. The soldiers who had been attacking Meng Fuyao all turned their heads in astonishment.
Meng Fuyao let go of the pressure, jumped onto the corpse and opened his eyes to see that there were a dozen men in black, who were killing people with murderous intent and methods not weaker than hers. The dozen people were divided into three places, five people in each place, He suddenly inserted into the crowd in the formation of sharp knives, broke the formation extremely effectively in an instant, and alarmed the entire huge team with the greatest effect, causing riots-it can be seen that they are definitely elites who have undergone iron-blooded training.
At this time, where did such a group of people come to rescue him? Meng Fuyao looked on in amazement, she had never seen the hidden guards hiding behind Yuan Zhaoxu with her own eyes, so naturally she didn't know their existence.
The man in black who had rushed into the deepest place had already seen her, and gestured to her from a distance, which meant "come closer to me". Meng Fuyao took a deep breath, gathered his last energy, and swung his knife again .
After another half an hour of slashing, she and the man in black joined together with difficulty. Both of them were covered in blood and pieces of flesh. Meng Fuyao's eyelashes were almost covered with blood. There are only two people left.
As soon as the few people met, the man in black showed joy in his eyes, and said without a word, "Ms. Meng, I am under the order of the master to protect you, please trust us—"
"Is there any reason why I don't believe you?" Meng Fuyao smiled and cut off his words, "Let's go."
She was so tired that she was crumbling, her whole body was soaked in blood, and she could barely stand still with the support of a sword, but she still had a clean smile and clear eyes. The man in black saw it in his eyes, and there was a small sigh in his heart. Suddenly, he remembered the other woman who appeared beside the master. In contrast, he shook his head in his heart, and then quickly extinguished the thought.
He turned around, supported Meng Fuyao, and said, "Let's go!"
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Charge overnight.
When Meng Fuyao broke through the siege under the protection of the gradually shrinking team and drove all the way, when he finally saw the city wall of Yao City, it was already dusk.
The wind blowing from behind carried a strong smell of blood, and the soldiers of the Rong people, driven by the general who had lost his arm and was still very fierce, rode their horses and chased them endlessly. Meng Fuyao looked around, only scattered four Personally, when I received her, one-third of these people had already been killed or injured. After chasing and killing all the way, those who died in battle, those who were exhausted, those who accompanied her to kill from the mountain of corpses and blood, fell off their horses one by one. , and was trampled into flesh by the roaring cavalry in an instant, Meng Fuyao could only lie on the horse with tears in her eyes and charge forward—her reins were held in the hands of the leading man in black, and he used his body to shield her from the hidden arrows from behind .
Finally seeing the gate of Yao Cheng, Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, she finally arrived, if all the fifteen people were killed because of her, she really felt that it would be difficult for her to face Yuan Zhaoxu.
As soon as he relaxed, he felt the wounds all over his body screaming, and his bones seemed to be falling apart. Meng Fuyao struggled, and rode his horse forward to shout to the city, "Open the door! I'm back!"
The sturdy cavalry were approaching at a speed of tens of miles every quarter of an hour, Meng Fuyao could almost hear the neighing of the leading horse, but there was no movement on the tower, and the soldiers guarding the city stared blankly at her from behind the battlements.
If Meng Fuyao realized something, he quickly took off the head tied around his waist, and held it up for them to see, "I'm a false surrender! This is the head of the enemy's commander Tu Tiemuer! The generals of the army are almost dead, and they must retreat within three days." Open the door, open the door quickly!"
There was still a dead silence, but this time the soldiers on the city wall simply walked away.
There was a sound of horseshoes stamping on the ground behind him, like a burst of thunder, and a black cloud rose in the sky, enveloping the world.
Rongjun is chasing up!
Meng Fuyao swung his whip fiercely, the horse rushed to the gate of the city, smashed the bricks of the city wall with his whip. In the smoke and dust, she shouted anxiously: "Open the door! The pursuers are coming soon! Are you going to kill us?"
"Who knows whose head this is?" An indifferent face protruded from behind the city wall, facing her indifferently, and said loudly, "Open the city gate and let you, a city traitor, bring soldiers in to kill us?" ?”
Meng Fuyao's heart sank, her eyes darkened, her body almost fell off the horse, the man in black hurriedly supported him behind her, and then he heard a muffled groan.
Meng Fuyao turned around and saw an arrow sticking out of his shoulder - the pursuers have arrived!
The old General Ha who was chasing after him with a broken arm suddenly laughed and said, "Master Meng, do you think you can ask someone to open the door? If you break your promise, the commander will be unhappy!"
Meng Fuyao looked back abruptly, staring at him, Lao Ha couldn't help trembling in shock when he met her eyes like this, but his laughter with inner strength had spread far away, not to mention the people on the tower , even the people in the city have heard it.
With a bang, Tiecheng in the city slammed into the city gate. He was kicked up by a group of Han people. Those people pointed to the direction outside the city and laughed wildly, "You Rong dog who still calls the slut innocent until you die, Can you hear me now? Go and open the door? Open the door for your woman and your master?"
Tie Cheng's face was covered with blood, one leg had been broken, and he was dragging behind strangely. He coughed, spit a mouthful of blood into the dust, and cursed angrily, "If I say no, then I won't!"
He really stood up and went to open the city gate. Immediately, Han people rushed up to kick him, and a group of Rong people also rushed up, and there was a scuffle at the gate of the city.
Tiecheng didn't care about anyone, he had already heard the sound of rushing outside, and he was anxious to pull the door latch, but at some point there was a silver chain with dim light shining on the city gate, Tiecheng used his real strength to keep pulling, wanting to After thinking about it, he pulled out the knife.
"choke!"
The knife of hundred-refined fine steel fell down in the midair with a radiant radiance, and landed on the chain without leaving even a trace.
Tie Cheng was stunned, and suddenly felt a quiet and cold gaze on his back. He suddenly turned his head, and saw Hu Sang, who was pale and looking at him quietly, outside the chaotic crowd.
Tie Cheng was stunned again, and then vaguely remembered that Miss Hu Sang's father seemed to be a well-known blacksmith in this city.
"This is a chain made of thousand-year-old bright iron treasured by my father." Hu Sang looked at Tiecheng mockingly, and said word by word, "You can't stop chopping."
"Why? Why?" Tie Cheng roared, "Why are you doing this?"
"Damn her." Hu Sang revealed her crazy jealousy and loathing towards Meng Fuyao from eyes to expression to every detail of her body, "Damn her!"
Tie Cheng stared at her blankly, seeing the deeply stimulated despair and madness in her eyes, he was stunned, his heart sank bit by bit.
"boom!"
The sound of a human body hitting the city gate was muffled like thunder in the sky in summer, blood splashed in through the crack of the door and splashed onto Tie Cheng's fingers, he looked down—is this Meng Fuyao's blood
That faint redness—he thought of Meng Fuyao's reddish eyes when he left, lonely, desolate, helpless and determined, that kind of gentleness contained an irresistible persistence, and in the persistence gave birth to vicissitudes like green smoke.
Such eyes should not belong to an eighteen-year-old girl.
The fate of blood and tears should not belong to this woman who has the courage to bear everything!
Tiecheng suddenly knelt down.
This nineteen-year-old young man, not to mention softer than his knees, even his neck, suddenly knelt down in front of the city gate in front of Hu Sang in the dust.
He kowtowed to Hu Sang with a bang.
"Please, let her go, she is innocent..." Tie Cheng knelt in the dust, blood and mud on his face were mixed together, mixed with bruises on his forehead, he could hardly distinguish his eyebrows, he didn't care Kowtow, kneeling for the first time in this life, begging so hard for the first time in this life, it was for a woman who was not even considered a friend, but compared to what the whole city owed her, he felt that what he had done was not enough to make up for her. one.
"Please, save her, the key, where is the key, give me the key, I will exchange all my property for—"
Hu Sang looked at him coldly, her eyes were full of hatred, after a while, she turned and walked away.
"No key."
Tie Cheng knelt on the ground in a daze, his mind was blank, and suddenly there was another bang behind him, someone's body hit the city gate again, and then fell down the city without a sound. Looking at the corpse, he was afraid that the body was the woman he respected and worshiped; he was afraid of seeing that woman, and he would never be able to open those bright and firm eyes; he was afraid that this mistake would be forever, and he, watching her , went away alone, fought bloody battles, and in the end did not die at the hands of the enemy, but died at the suspicion and selfishness of his own people.
"ah!"
Tie Cheng suddenly raised his head and let out a cry of blood that pierced the sky.
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"ah!"
There was another scream, and the penultimate man in black died under a new wave of ferocious attacks.
The soldiers never let go of their arrows. They sneered, watching Meng Fuyao get in in front of their own city gate with a mentality like a cat catching a mouse, watching this fierce young man who had killed countless sons of them finally suffer... Betrayed by his own people, the people around him were killed and injured one by one. Seeing the soldiers on the city gate watching indifferently, and thinking that this is still Meng Fuyao's bitter trick.
They laughed heartily.
But Meng Fuyao had already fallen silent.
She is as quiet as a tree that has been frosted and its leaves have fallen, but it is still straight. It is as cold as a pool of water that has been covered with snow and frozen, but remains unchanged.
She leaned against the city gate that should have been impossible to open for her, and the blood all over her body was a mottled mark as soon as she leaned against the city wall. That mark was the last and most vivid commemoration she left for this city, right here, At the gate of this city, where her body was covered in blood and her body was strewn all over the place, and the city gate that still could not let the Yaocheng defenders relieve their doubts and anger, she had no future.
Meng Fuyao's gaze slowly swept across the blood-stained yellow sand in front of him.
There, there were three corpses scattered on the ground, with incomplete bones, and the only person around was the leader man in black, who was also seriously injured.
The hidden guard team of Hundred Fighters Elite was almost completely annihilated because of her, and beside him, the leader of this team struggled, pulled out the melee dagger, and staggered forward, preparing to use his last flesh and blood to fight for him. She faced this vast bloodthirsty army.
Meng Fuyao's fingers dug deeply into the city wall, bright red blood dripped from the fingertips.
This is heartache.
And this city.
This city where she lived for two months, this city that she really liked and gained warmth, she likes the greetings and caring with smiles in the morning and evening, likes the warmth of the world that she has never experienced in her lonely life in the past, She cherishes and is nostalgic, and because of those love and warmth, she took on the responsibility that she could have ignored at the most difficult moment, but she never thought that such a result would come in exchange.
What she sacrificed for, they turned her away.
She never benefited in the slightest, they gave their lives for her.
What is the reason for the accounts in this world!
And such an upside-down account, what reason is there to continue
"ah!"
Tie Cheng's cry of grief, indignation, and blood rushed straight into the sky from inside the city gate, rushing into Meng Fuyao's ears, and then she heard Tie Cheng's desperate cry.
Taking a deep breath, Meng Fu shook her head, and on the clouds, she vaguely saw a smiling face, peaceful, warm, tolerant, broad, like those dreams that would always be drifting on her way ahead.
She suddenly got wet eyes.
That lost hometown, that persistent obsession, those hopes floating in the dream, have been calling her, and today's ending, will it help her return to the original point
If it is already doomed to die, why bother dragging others to die
That's... good too.
"Sir," she stretched out her hand suddenly, grabbing the man in black who was limping forward, "There's no need to go."
The man in black looked at her in astonishment, Meng Fuyao looked into his eyes, and said calmly, "What they want is my death. After I die, they won't touch you anymore. I can't drag you down."
"Girl, you are joking." The man in black began to smile after the initial shock, "Do you think they will let me go? I killed so many of them."
Meng Fuyao was silent for a while, then said, "Okay, then we will die together. I originally wanted you to bring him a sentence, but now it seems impossible, I only have one request, you die after me, destroy the Don't let my body fall into the hands of the Rong people."
"Okay." The man in black sat down cross-legged and put his hands on his knees, "Master's order is for me to protect you, whether you live or die, I have completed the task."
Meng Fuyao smiled at him, bent down again, knocked on the city gate, and said to the crack, "Tiecheng, I know you've tried your best, don't cry." She paused, and her voice was a little unsteady when she spoke again, " Please forgive... I owe you, I have to repay it in the next life."
Repay in the next life, repay in the next life.
Those people or things that have cared about, stayed, looked back, and thanked, please forgive me at this moment. I have to abandon you. As for the afterlife... I hope there will be.
Meng Fuyao closed his eyes, and slowly drew his saber.
The famous sword "Slaying the Sky", before tonight, it had harvested thousands of lives, and now it was her turn to harvest herself.
The thin and bright blade reflected her pale and determined face.
"Crack!"