The dark sky reveals the shy look after getting dressed in the clear winter morning.
The dark blue bottomless green eyebrows, the red rose halo after the rouge bath, and a few wisps of powdery clouds as thin as cicada wings.
The trumpet sound under the imperial city finally sounded loud and powerful, floating back and forth in all directions, rippling in the ears of the soldiers guarding the city, layer by layer, for a long time.
Xiao Zimu watched the army pressing on the city, and the nine gates began to attack together.
Even if there was no threat of arrows, Xia Chu had alienated the relationship between Xiao Yanjun and Shi Fuqiu, causing them some resentment because of their dispute over whether to release the arrow, but it was still just a ploy.
More than 6,000 people guarding 180,000 rebels are like a fantasy.
At this moment, the city-defending crossbow designed by Wuma Huacai started to rotate, roaring towards the rebels under the imperial city like a strafing fire.
For a moment, there was a 'puff' sound as the arrow sank into the flesh.
With a pale face, Shi Fuqiu ordered the shield soldiers to take over. He looked in the direction of the tower and cursed: "Shameless."
Xia Chu forced him not to use bows and arrows, but he used Ji Kuo unscrupulously.
"I want you to capture this person who is doing the trick alive. You must capture him alive!" A trace of curiosity flashed in Xiao Yanjun's eyes.
This person is really useful for marching and fighting.
How could Shi Fuqiu not know that with this person in hand, the unification of the great cause would get twice the result with half the effort, like a tiger with even more wings
By then, he will be Xiao Guo's belief, he will be the hero of unification, and he will be the unique family of generals.
If he cannot be a descendant of a legendary family, he must be the first person to create this prosperous age!
Cheng Zhaobing stood behind them and suddenly spoke abruptly: "When I was herding horses on the border when I was young, I heard the old people laughing about a rumor."
Xiao Yanjun's eyes still stayed on the amazing city-defending crossbow, but Shi Fuqiu knew that Cheng Zhaobing would not say such an inexplicable sentence at this time.
Therefore, Shi Fuqiu turned to look at him and asked in a deep voice: "What rumors?"
Cheng Zhaobing's eyes were also looking directly at the city guarding crossbow, but his eyes were a little blank, as if he was immersed in the long past beyond the city guarding crossbow: "I heard that a majestic Tao appeared next to the monarch who dominated the world. A military strategist with great strategy and astonishing talent. He is good at maneuvering, skillfully deploying formations, and can level the world and control the country... "
Xiao Yanjun was attracted by his words and turned to look at him: "You are saying that the person who created this mechanism may be..."
Cheng Zhaobing withdrew his eyes, bowed his hands to Xiao Yanjun and replied: "I have been in the Ministry of War for many years, and I have read a few records in a book. At that time, I only thought that the world was exaggerating. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I know that there is really something in the world. Such a genius. This military advisor’s surname is Wuma, and his single name is Yi.”
Xiao Yanjun and Shi Fuqiu looked at each other, their eyes shining with determination to win.
As for Wuma Huacai, whom they regard as their prey, no matter how exquisite the city-defending crossbow is, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.
The crossbows always ran out of arrows, but the rebels kept coming, and they finally stopped after rounds of arrow rain.
The rebels took down the shields in their hands, struck the city gates one by one with the city walls, and built and climbed the siege ladders again and again.
The guards of each gate led the soldiers to fight on the tower, and the sound of fighting was endless.
Aodenge Rile was covered in blood. When the first touch of warmth fell on her face, she screamed and panicked. Faces of rebels climbed up from under her feet, then fell, and then fell down again. Face the difficulties with different faces.
By the time the first touch of warmth on her face cooled down, she was already covered in blood. She didn't even scream anymore. She gradually got used to seeing those underneath keep climbing and then falling.
It started over and over again, like a nightmare that she could never wake up from.
And the husband she longed for was as noble as a banished immortal, standing far away from the city, without even looking at her...
Did he believe Xia Chu's dirty words and think he was unclean
Aodengerile felt that her eyes were hot, and something was about to burst out of her eyes. She bit her lips desperately, she could not shed tears!
She is no longer the little princess held in the palm of her Mongolian father's hand, she is Xiao Yanjun's wife, she is the extremely noble crown princess, how can she cry...
At the foot of the imperial city, mountains of corpses piled up in a matter of seconds. In addition to ladders, the rebels even began to trample on the corpses and climb up from all corners on human ladders.
Xiao Mubai's breathing became heavier, and the serious shortage of the city's defenders was fully reflected at this moment.
Some rebels had already climbed down from the city wall and ran towards the city gate. When they saw the city gate blocked by stone mosses, the rebels were stunned. How could they open the door
But they were only stunned at the last moment of their lives, and then their lives were ended by silhouettes and secret guards falling from the sky.
Xiao Mubai finally gave the last order, and even the secret guards hidden around them were dispatched. There really was no room left.
With the addition of the secret guards, the soldiers of the city defenders relaxed slightly and could take a breather.
However, after just a moment of respite, more than a thousand killers from the mausoleum gate arrived as the secret guards joined in.
Concubine Li did not appear at the city tower today. She had stayed outside the city for many days and had long since tired of the tent. Yesterday she finally returned to the Shi Mansion and went to the boudoir where she had stayed before leaving the palace to rest for the night.
At this time, she was coveting the past time, leaning against the window and leisurely admiring the scenery outside.
From time to time, the sound of swords could be heard outside the window. A masked man held a long sword and flew into the air. The tip of the sword touched an osmanthus tree. The blade slowly arched upward due to the force of his push. However, the man suddenly retracted his sword and turned around, attracting The falling snow is flying and the branches are shaking.
The corners of Li Fei's lips curved into a smile, and her eyes moved to the table in the room. On the table was a handkerchief that she had not finished embroidering. The embroidered surface on the handkerchief was exactly a figure standing in a garden in the shade of greenery. The handsome man danced with sword flowers...
There was a faint scent of osmanthus in the boudoir room, pear soup was warming on the small table, and two wine-stuffed pear cakes were sizzling on the charcoal stove. Lian Yan flipped the pear cakes from time to time, giving off the aroma of pastries.
The masked man entered the room at some point. Although Li Fei did not raise her eyes, she noticed a trace of air movement in the room. She gently raised her hand in the direction of Lian Yan.
Lian Yan filled a bowl of pear soup and brought it over. The man took a sip and put it back on the table before walking to Concubine Li's side.
Li Fei raised her eyes to look at him, with a smile as bright as a flower: "How many years ago did this scene happen?"
The man's hand that wanted to reach out froze in mid-air, and slowly lowered it. He just stared deeply at her beautiful face and sighed warmly: "It's been almost twenty years."
Li Fei slowly walked to the table, and her fingertips followed the outline of the man's figure on the handkerchief.
She suddenly spoke with a soft voice: "It's been almost twenty years..."
(End of chapter)