"There is no need to discuss this matter again!" Dongfang Wenqing was very displeased: "The ancestors of the Dongfang family. We can't afford to lose the reputation of thousands of years! Even if it is death, we can't afford to lose it! The sun rises in the east, but I am invincible! I When we are about to create this glory, if we shrink into the punishment of heaven and take shelter under the wings of the beasts, how can we talk about revitalizing the Eastern family!?"
The words have already been said to this point, it can be said that they have run out of words, if they forcefully make peace, it will really tear the surface.
In desperation, Jun Moxie had no choice but to order everyone to be careful, and then gave them as many healing pills as possible, and arranged for a multi-headed messenger falcon, also using the subordinates of the Eagle King of the Heaven's Punishment Forest. Inform each other of information at any time, in case there is a change, we can give support.
On the second day, Dongfang Wenqing Duanmu Chaofan and others left Tianxiang and hurried back to their respective families.
Mr. Jun Zhantian Jun had a hard time negotiating with Mr. Dugu Zongheng. Mr. Dugu who was drinking couldn't help being stunned for a long time when he heard the news Mr. Jun brought. Then he waved his hand and said, "You guys go, I won't go! Dugu's house... not going anywhere!"
Jun Zhantian has known him all his life, how could he not understand his thoughts? He didn't persuade him any more, sighed, got up and left silently.
Dugu Zongheng watched his back silently, and when Jun Zhantian was about to walk out of the door, he suddenly said in a low voice: "Tell your grandson, treat my granddaughter well! She is the treasure of our Dugu family! If you treat him badly, Be careful I killed him!"
Jun Zhantian stood silently for a while, sighed again, and walked away, leaving only one sentence: "The people of Tianxiang, I will leave it to you..."
Dugu watched him walk away, suddenly raised his neck, and poured down a large bowl full of wine. He murmured: "My lord, you still understand me. I am lonely, and I have never been a person who loves power. The boys in the family are not the material for conspiracy... But, the two pillars of the Tianxiang Kingdom's military guard I have lived in Tianxiang for sixty years! Tianxiang Kingdom not only has an emperor, but also hundreds of millions of people!"
"Your old gentleman's family is definitely going to leave, but if the Dugu family also leaves... what will they do? How can this old man bear to watch people die? My Dugu family's nine men still have to support these hundreds of millions of souls. Create a piece of rivers and mountains! Appreciate it or not, in short, this is one of the few meanings in my Dugu Zongheng life!"
"As for the royal family... When did the old man put the royal family's glory and wealth in his eyes?"
Say a word and take a swig of wine. After this passage, Dugu Zongheng slumped on the table, the wine bowl crashed to the ground and was smashed to pieces, but he still muttered to himself: "Heroes rush forward... At this precarious moment, we The heroes of the Dugu family, how can they retreat? The only way is to rush forward! To rush forward... Otherwise, the whole Tianxiang will be devastated, full of flames, can't go, can't go..."
Everyone in the Jun family is preparing for the big and small matters of evacuation, but Mr. Jun is sitting alone on the high tower of the Jun family, looking out in a daze. Tianxiang City, every brick, every tile, every plant and every tree, seems to be unable to see enough …
This is the place that the old man and his family have guarded all their lives! For this, the old man has survived hundreds of times in his entire life! For this, he rose up with no regrets and no hesitation, and turned into a military god. Fight on the battlefield! The wind and moon in the pass over there, the cold wind in the desert, the iron hooves in the grassland, the howling of the banners, the family of Jun, who has never experienced it...
The old man watched quietly, his eyes slowly filled with crystal tears, two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down his cheeks, hung on his snow-white beard, and then fell to the ground drop by drop...
From youth to old age, how many brothers have turned into bones before my eyes; how many good men have fought bloody battles under my leadership, shrouded in horse leather... My own sons and grandsons have sprinkled their blood on this place. On a piece of land…
There is still the light of the sword flashing in front of my eyes, and the majestic and sad horn is still ringing in my ears... The eyes of the brothers when they are dying are still in my heart, and the cry of dying is still stirring in my chest...
"Brother Jun! Brother Jun..." Jun Zhantian closed his eyes fiercely, his old face twitching. He lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, only his shoulders trembled and shrugged slightly...
reluctant! reluctant! I really don't want to...
But now, it is finally time to leave!
This place obviously left me with countless blood and tears and countless regrets, but when it comes to leaving, why does my heart feel so sore
"Heroes take life and death lightly in a hundred battles, and a strong man will never turn back in his life; iron horses, glaciers, and winds are broken. A few times, the soul, dream, knife and blood are thick!" Jun Zhantian was almost choked up, and read this poem. In those days, I often chanted loudly while wiping the blood on the sword with my old brothers after the war. Now, how many people still remember
Jun Zhantian's tears flowed vertically and horizontally on his face, but he gritted his teeth tightly, and let out a cry-like voice from the gap between his teeth: "Brothers, I... really... have to go... leave This is where your heroic souls are... If you miss me, I look forward to meeting you in your dreams..."
This strong old man didn't cry when his son died; he didn't cry when his grandson died, but today, he shed emotional tears unconsciously! Because, he is about to leave this land that he loves so much... It is also the land that he has watered with all his life!
Although this land failed him, even though the imperial power on this land hurt him, took his son away again and again, framed his grandson... But this world, after all, is a place where Jun Zhantian fights for the rest of his life. down! It was also guarded by Jun's family after all the hardships!
Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect
Today, he has to go. I have to go! Because if he insisted on not leaving, Jun Wuyi and Jun Moxie would definitely not leave either. In that case, the Jun family will truly be over! Two pairs of sons and grandsons have died for this piece of land. Will the last son and grandson also be buried in this piece of land
Can't! Never!
So he has to go! Despite such reluctance.
But now, he must be responsible for his family!
…
Jun Moxie was alone, dressed in elegant blue clothes, strolling on the desolate street, walking towards the direction where the shouting sound came, walking at a leisurely pace.
His demeanor is very relaxed, and his steps are easy, but there is a distance between each step. But they are all surprisingly consistent! He walked all the way, very attentively, even, very... solemnly!
Because, the end of the road is the end of the aerial grievances!
The blood debt of Jun Wuhui, the commander in white, the sad death of Jun Wumeng, the iron-blooded war god; the lives of his two brothers, Moyou Mochou, and his mother's ten-year sleep... all must be paid back to the culprit today!
All the price!
Today, the Jun family has decided to leave, so Jun Moxie will never do anything with long nights and dreams! In any case... Today, the enmity is over!
The second prince was indeed cooperative enough, and Li Youran was agile enough, to be able to solve one smoothly in such a short period of time, and even caused such a big farce. Well, since this is the case, it would be better to catch up sooner than later, and simply use this auspicious day to solve the past and the past together!
Enmity and resentment will end today! There is me, the only descendant of the Jun family, asking for it with my own hands! From then on, the Jun family has no regrets! There will be no more life after life!
On Tianxiang Street, countless houses have been demolished, and the once bustling and bustling streets and residential areas have now become a battleground for the two warring parties! In this not-so-large place, there were nearly 30,000 to 40,000 people shouting and fighting, blood flowing, limbs flying obliquely, people fell to the ground due to injuries, or died directly, and they were still shouting a moment ago Fighting and shouting, the next moment has turned into a corpse with a particularly warm body temperature...
The logistics personnel rushed forward continuously to snatch back the wounded on their own side. But those who are at the core of the battle can only think they are unlucky! No non-combatants would easily set foot there!
On the side of the emperor, His Majesty Tianxiang is full of majesty today, wearing a golden helmet and armor, riding proudly on a snow-white steed horse, holding a three-foot green spear to supervise the battle, and vowing to kill his son !
Behind him is the third prince Yang Zhe, who also has an impassioned face, fearless of death! However, there were only forty or fifty people around him, holding up shields to protect him.
It seems that the third prince is still very afraid of death!
Opposite them, in the distance, the second prince, with red eyes, was riding on a fiery red horse, circling back and forth, like a donkey turning back and forth in a mill road, with spit splashing everywhere , with a ferocious face: "Kill! Kill this king! Kill those two sons of bitches! This king will definitely reward you! When this king ascends the throne and becomes emperor, you will all be loyal ministers of the founding of the country! Wealthy, rich, high-ranking officials, generous salary, You can get it at your fingertips! A successful battle will shine forever!"
On the high wall of the Second Prince's Mansion, there is actually a chair hanging in the air, but this grand teacher's chair is tied to the big trees on both sides with two ropes. It is more than ten feet high and short from the ground. It was Li Youran, Mr. Li, dressed in fluttering white clothes, with a feather fan and scarf, talking and laughing freely, with a relaxed expression on his face.
It really has the meaning of Mei Zhoulang of the Eastern Wu of the Three Kingdoms. While talking and laughing, the mast and scull were wiped out...
Li Youran observed the battle situation keenly, very calmly, and swung the folding fan in his hand to the left, and the messenger on the left raised the small flag in his hand and waved it. During the battle, the second prince immediately heard a horn sounding, and the formation was also in full swing. Will change accordingly! From time to time, if you turn to the right again, there will be another change...
Jun Moxie watched this scene quietly with a smile, and suddenly realized that the second prince's troops were at an absolute disadvantage, but under Li Youran's command, as the formation continued to change, the entire battlefield formed a In the grinding of flesh and blood, both sides suffered casualties, but most of the casualties were on the emperor's side, with fewer enemies and more enemies, and small fights against big ones, there may not be no possibility of a turnaround...
Jun Moxie can even be sure that such a strange situation should be deliberately created by Li Youran.
Otherwise, with his intellect, it is absolutely impossible to fall into such a deadly battle! Not so leisurely and complacent!