Jiang Heng looked at him vigilantly and didn't answer, only to see him dressed in black, taller than Xiang Zhou, and holding a sharp hook in his left hand, which could rip people apart at any time, like a ghost chasing souls in the dark night.
The assassin said again, "Did he not give you anything important?" At the same time, he looked at Jiang Heng's arms. The golden seal was wrapped in yellow cloth. His face was bald where the eyebrows should have been. When he looked up, With blank eyes, like a dead person, he said sullenly, "Little boy, did he ask you to give something to someone?"
Jiang Heng stepped back again, his back bumped into a tree, and he had nowhere to go.
"I want it so much," Jiang Heng said coldly, "Why don't you go and ask the emperor for it in person? So you have someone you're afraid of?"
The assassin didn't seem to have imagined that Jiang Heng was only a teenager, but he was so mature. Not only was he not afraid of him, he was also full of contempt for him.
"Hey," the assassin said, "it's interesting. It's amazing to be a Grand Historian at a young age."
Jiang Heng said, "No matter what it is, I won't give it to you. If you have the guts, it's okay to snatch it or even kill me."
Then, Jiang Heng instead took a step towards the assassin and said in a low voice, "There are only you and me here, and the world will not know about it. Take it away, give it to your master, give it to the monarch, no matter which monarch, he will You can inherit the orthodoxy of the world, and you will also make a great contribution, right?"
Jiang Heng raised his eyebrows, and said mysteriously, "It's just that I didn't have me, the post-emperor's edict, and I gave it with my own hands. Do you think this counts? I'm afraid that it will attract conquests from various countries and end up with the end of the country's subjugation?"
The assassin's face changed slightly, but Jiang Heng pointed out the key point with just a few words. What the vassal states want is to symbolize the orthodox inheritance rights of the emperor. The countries trace back several generations and also have an affinity with the royal family. Anyone who wants the golden seal can give orders to the vassal states in name if they get it.
But without Ji Xun's dying order, it would be another matter, because it was snatched back. It is inevitable that the various vassal states will temporarily put aside their prejudices and join forces to fight.
The assassin obviously got Erti's life before he came, and he was not sure whether to snatch it or not for a while.
However, in just a short while, he had no choice but to have the final say. A strong wind struck instantly, Jiang Heng immediately backed away, and hid behind the tree, only to see a figure dragging a splash of blood and pounced in front of the assassin!
"You're late." Xiang Zhou's ruthless voice sounded, with a murderous aura coming towards him!
In Jiang Heng's eyes, snowflakes suddenly reflected in the sky, and he saw the remnant-faced assassin turn over decisively, showing the barb in his hand, Xiang Zhou stepped on the wall in one step, and then ran straight along the wall in two steps, drawing out his sword!
With a loud sound, Xiang Zhou flicked his wrist again, and the beads on his hand flew like a rain of flowers in the sky! The assassin retreated again, flew after reaching the wall, raised his hand, and Xiang Zhou kicked against the wall.
I saw a flashing dagger swiped and shot at Jiang Heng behind the tree!
In an instant, Xiang Zhou was already in front of him, empty-handed to intercept the dagger that flew towards Jiang Heng, blood dripped in his hand, the dagger was extremely sharp, pierced through his palm, and was blocked by bones.
Jiang Heng shouted, followed by the wild laughter of the assassin, and disappeared behind the wall.
Xiang Zhou stopped chasing after him.
Jiang Heng ran out from behind the tree, Xiang Zhou frowned deeply, pulled out the dagger nailed to his palm, and threw it on the ground.
Jiang Heng immediately tore off the front of his robe and wanted to bandage him, but Xiang Zhou put an arm around Jiang Heng's shoulder and said, "The assassination failed, I only gave Shen Zhuo a sword, I don't know if he is dead or not. I still despise the crown prince too much. Now, Yong Jun is here too! I never expected them to come so fast, let's go!"
"Where's Geng Shu?!" Jiang Heng carried Xiang Zhou's arm and wrapped one arm around his waist. Xiang Zhou stumbled, breathing heavily, and said, "Go out of the city to find him, go out of Ximen, and blow the whistle..."
"You bleed a lot!" Jiang Heng said loudly.
Xiang Zhou's shoulders and ribs were all wounded by arrows. The blood dripped down his night clothes, dyeing half of his slender body. Purple-black blood dripped in the snow, and new wounds were added to his hands. keep dripping.
"I can't walk anymore," Xiang Zhou breathed heavily, "You..."
He originally wanted Jiang Heng to flee first, but there were chaos in all directions, and Jiang Heng had no ability to protect himself. If he was caught up, he would definitely be shot dead in the snow by random arrows. Even if he was exhausted, he really wanted to do it. , and can barely fight a few more ordinary soldiers.
Jiang Heng interrupted Xiang Zhou and said, "I have to find some medicine to stop the bleeding first."
Xiangzhou said, "It's not in the way... It's not in the way... There's a car there... Did you see it?"
Jiang Heng saw a car carrying firewood, and quickly helped Xiangzhou over, let him lie on the car, put the car rope in front of him, tugged, and dragged the car.
Xiang Zhou let out a muffled groan and fell down, exhausting the last of his strength.
"It will be fine." Jiang Heng said anxiously, "Go to the pharmacy first."
Xiang Zhou said in a trembling voice, "Let's go out of the city first... Ten days ago, I sent a letter to my husband, and he will be here soon. As long as he arrives..."
"Who?" Jiang Heng looked back.
Xiang Zhou's face was pale, his blood was all over the wooden cart, and it dripped down the hull of the cart, leaving two blood-stained ruts in the snow.
The war horse rushed past, and Jiang Heng was almost knocked over, and immediately turned around to block in front of Xiang Zhou.
The visitor was a Yong Kingdom cavalry in black armor, galloping on horseback, chasing two Liang Kingdom infantrymen from behind, and the spinning knife flew up, beheading the person on the spot.
The cavalry was on a high horse, wearing a helmet, and turned to look at Jiang Heng and Xiang Zhou, who was lying on the car.
"Let him come here." Xiang Zhou whispered, holding a copper coin in his hand.
This was the first time in Jiang Heng's life that he felt so close to death.
The cavalry seemed to be still hesitating, whether it was time to kill the child, but the sound of drums in the distance called the entire city's Yong army, and the cavalry turned their horses and left.
There were fires everywhere in the city, and there were looted Liang Jun and Zheng Jun everywhere. After they entered the city, they were instructed to grab the emperor first, but the emperor set fire to the main hall. Zheng Jun, who was like a pack of wolves, saw that there was no profit, so he began to retreat and went to the ancestral temple to compete for the nine huge bronze cauldrons that symbolized the king's power.
However, Dazai was already prepared, and at the same time he set fire to the ancestral temple.
In this extremely tragic and deadly act, the ancient ancestral temples of Jintian's family were torched, and the bronze tripod was turned into copper water in the fire. Just when the coalition forces opened the gate of the ancestral temple, the copper water rushed out like a sea of anger. .
The red copper water carried the anger of Dazai, who had already turned into fly ashes, and the anger of all the Jin ministers, pouring down from the high platform like a punishment from heaven.
Corpses, blood, fire... The fire in Luoyang, centered on the main hall and the ancestral temple, began to spread towards the entire palace, swallowing up the army that rushed into the palace. The soldiers and civilians who were deported have escaped from Luoyang, leaving hundreds of veterans. A heroic martyrdom.
On this day, thousands of people in Luoyang, with their families and their families, were far away in the suburbs, watching their emperor die in the sea of fire.
Jiang Heng picked up a sword, dragged the car rope in the north of the city, and walked through it with difficulty. The strong smoke made him cough.
"Someone is chasing." Jiang Heng said in a trembling voice.
He left the North City Gate, Xiang Zhou was in a coma, and in the other hand, he held a bamboo whistle tightly.
In the Lingshan Canyon, more than ten soldiers worked together to put the bronze bell in the capital on the cliff.
The soldier said: "Master Geng, Liang Jun has entered the city, we have to go, the family is still in the city."
"Let's go," Geng Shu couldn't help breathing, and the distant Luoyang city showed fire, "Let's go."
"No ramming," said the soldier again, "what should I do?"
Geng Shu didn't answer.
The soldiers saluted Geng Shu and left. Geng Shu looked down at Zhao Jie's last blood book, and let it go in the cold wind. The blood book flew out along the wind and landed in the snow in the Lingshan Canyon. After the bell rang, everything was over, and it was announced to the world that Jin was subjugated.
He didn't know if the palace was on fire. In the dark night, everything could not be seen clearly. He wanted to throw down the bronze bell several times and go back. But a promise from Xiangzhou supported him.
That was when he climbed over the city wall, and when it was just dark in the evening, he came to Luoyang and said to Geng Shu.
"I will protect him," Xiang Zhou said to Geng Shu, "certainly."
Maybe it came from the trust he had in Xiangzhou all along, or maybe he understood that there is another person in this world who keeps his promise to Mrs. Zhao. Otherwise, he would not have to travel thousands of miles all the way to Luoyang.
There is only one reason, Xiangzhou was afraid that Jiang Heng would stay in the city until the city was broken, waiting for his mother, and died unexpectedly in the chaos of the army.
Must come out alive. Geng Shu thought to himself.
Liang Jun and Zheng Jun broke through the city gate, while Yong Jun rushed southward with lightning speed, which was unexpected by everyone. Zhao Jie didn't even receive any news of Yong Jun's exit, and there was only one reason - they didn't plan to let anyone know.
It has been twenty years since the Yong Army had left the Jade Bi Pass, and the purpose was obvious. Juicong wanted to take advantage of the fact that the four-nation coalition had not yet successfully assembled, to block them all in Luoyang, and then annihilate them.
Since they lost their confidence in grabbing the emperor, the people of Luoyang didn't care whether they were dead or alive. They sent messengers to inform them in advance, and the goal had been achieved. Luoyang at the moment is like an iron cage. The creatures in it go up to the emperor, down to the pigs and dogs. There is no way to go up to the sky, no way to enter the ground. What awaits them is the melee that comes from the ground, and everyone will die in the In this city, he died under the iron hooves of the four countries in the Central Plains.
But Zhao Jie would not let them go, even if he dies in the sea of fire, he will make the coalition pay a painful price.
The North Gate has opened a path for all the troops. On this path, only the lonely Geng Shu is guarding the death knell of the six hundred-year-old Jintian world that is about to be sounded.
Jiang Heng stumbled and dragged the car, his face darkened.
"It's all people!" Jiang Heng turned around and said to Xiangzhou, "We can't get through!"
With arrows pouring out from the west gate, Zheng Jun recovered from the initial battle, and began to pack up the remaining soldiers, and started a stalemate battle with Yong Jun. At the same time, Liang Guo rushed in all the way from the Dongcheng Gate, and the streets were covered with blood. The south gate was where Yong Guo entered, and Jiang Heng saw the shooting star-like cupping jar flying into the city.
The trumpet sounded in the distance, another country's army arrived, and the flag of "Dai" fluttered on the city tower.
However, Dai Guo did not enter the city, and he obviously made up his mind to let the three kingdoms melee armies in the city all die in the sea of fire.
Jiang Heng shouted: "Xiangzhou! Xiangzhou! Don't die!"
Xiang Zhou was in a coma, and the blood stopped flowing. Jiang Heng shook him and wanted to pick him up, but Xiang Zhou was heavy. Jiang Heng avoided the fire pot and saw the collapse of the west city gate. He instantly realized that if he wanted to leave the city, he would be trampled to death by a war horse first.
He turned around and dragged the car, and tried his best to escape. There was a sound of a horn in the distance, and Yong Jun smashed the house and rushed towards the north gate.
The three kingdoms of Zheng, Liang, and Yong realized the danger and began to retreat.
Jiang Heng followed the torrent, stumbled, rushed out of the north gate, and fled into the mountains.
Immediately afterwards, new reinforcements arrived and joined the battlefield. In an instant, the Three Kingdoms were defeated like a mountain. The horses collided and neighed. Jiang Heng couldn't help avoiding it, but his eyes were clear and bright, reflecting the vast Lingshan outside the city.
The cedar-covered Lingshan Mountain is extremely quiet, as if a god lives in the ethereal world, waiting for helpless mortals to come and pray to the snow-capped mountain for eternal redemption.
The people of Luoyang scrambled and fled the city. Finally, the Ying and Dai armies rushed into the city. On the pretext of chasing the Yong army, they did not divide their camps, and they killed the soldiers with a single sword.
The army was like a tidal wave, and Jiang Heng's entire world was quiet, as if rolling iron hooves and the shaking of the mountains were extremely far away.
"Xiangzhou?" Jiang Heng said, "Did you hear me?"
Xiang Zhou lay in the car, with one hand hanging in front of the cab, dripping with blood, and did not answer.
Jiang Heng couldn't help gasping for breath, held the whistle in his mouth and blew it hard.
The whistle of "beep-beep-" spread, but it was instantly overwhelmed by the shaking melee.
On the lonely cliff of Lingshan, Geng Shu took off the black sword behind his back, and looked at the nearly 100,000 enemy troops rushing into the valley.
Yong Jun, Zheng Jun, Liang Jun, the soldiers of the three countries are all slaughtering frantically, grabbing the exit of Lingshan Canyon, preparing to occupy the exit, and then turning back to face the enemy and fighting to the death.
The black ashes of Luoyang's burning covered the sky, and the sun rose.
The main hall of the royal capital for more than a thousand years finally burned to the end, collapsed, and there was a loud noise that shook the world.
Geng Shu lifted his anger, held the black sword, pointed at Gu Zhong with the sharp edge of the blunt sword, and collided with Sheng Yun Jin.
"when!"
One yuan resumes, and all phenomena are renewed.
The sound of the bell shook the heavens and the earth, and a loud noise was passed between the ancient mountains, awakening the entire land of Shenzhou.
All the soldiers raised their heads and looked towards the heights.
"Dang!" With the second concussion, Geng Shu used all his strength and rang the ancient bell.
General Yong Jun seemed to realize something, and suddenly raised his head to look at the two main peaks of Lingshan!
"When—" The third bell rang, like an invisible giant force, sweeping away.
The cedar at the end of the mountain slammed down with snow powder, and the mountain top collapsed with ice. Then, Geng Shu cut off the rope of the giant bell with a sword, causing it to roll down from the mountain top!
The reverberation continued, buzzing, and was immediately overshadowed by another shock that destroyed the world.
Geng Shu put his sword back and was about to jump off the cliff to find Jiang Heng's whereabouts. However, at this moment, he heard a faint whistle in the lingering sound of the ancient bell and the monstrous sound of the avalanche.
The whistle stopped abruptly.
A biting chill gripped Geng Shu from head to toe, he shivered and looked into the canyon.
Jiang Heng was dragging the car with marks on his shoulders. He turned his head blankly and looked at the collapsed mountain top. The avalanche formed a line, roaring and swallowing the pine forests and boulders along the way. come in.
He opened his mouth slightly and the whistle fell to the ground.
"Brother." Jiang Heng knew that the last moment of his life had come.
"Heng'er!" Geng Shu roared.
In an instant, Jiang Heng turned his head, dragged the car, and rushed towards the canyon with all his strength, escaping from Geng Shu far away, making him stop thinking about saving him.
"Don't come down!" Jiang Heng shouted back as he ran, "Don't come! You can't save me—"
Geng Shu rushed off the cliff and hit a pine tree. Arrows rained from all sides, blood on his head and body, and rushed towards Jiang Heng.
"Let's go! Go!" Jiang Heng saw that he couldn't persuade Geng Shu, he immediately pulled up the car, ran in the opposite direction, and shouted, "Don't come!"
"Fairy Wood"
Geng Shu: "..."
Geng Shu was a thousand steps away from Jiang Heng, but Jiang Heng rushed in the direction of Xue Beng in order to save his life, without even looking back at him.
Geng Shu held a black sword, beheaded everywhere, and went upstream, just to get to Jiang Heng's side as soon as possible.
However, in an instant, he was knocked to the ground by the fleeing warhorse, penetrated by the flying arrows, and the arrows flew and pinned him to a tree.
Geng Shu held the arrow that penetrated the shoulder blade, endured the piercing pain, and broke it at once.
Jiang Heng turned around and was about to run towards Geng Shu again. Xue Beng was less than fifty steps away from him, and he knew that he would not be able to run.
They could only look at each other from a distance.
Geng Shu's lips moved, and there was despair in his eyes.
Jiang Heng: "…"
All the sound disappeared in that instant. The avalanche came, and it didn't pass Jiang Heng's head in an instant.
Geng Shu closed his eyes, grabbed the drawn arrow, knelt on the ground, and turned the arrow toward his heart with his backhand.
The galloping horses trampled, nearly 100,000 chaotic troops scattered under the avalanche, rushed wildly, knocked over Geng Shu again, and ran towards the exit of the canyon.
Geng Shu's blood stained the snow, and then it was covered by more snow. More snow began to fall into the valleys on both sides, and the loud noise was like a thousand thunders.
Jin Hui Tianzi twenty-nine years.
The emperor Ji Xun collapsed, the inheritance of six hundred years, and the Jin family died.
On the first day of the year, Yong, Zheng, Liang, Dai, Ying, the five kingdoms fought in Luoyang, and the capital of the king was burned to the ground. Hundreds of thousands of coalition troops were trapped in the Lingshan Canyon under the avalanche.
The world was quiet, and on the snow of thousands of miles, Xiaoxue gently descended again. In the deep snow of several meters, the war horses and their masters were buried.
Countless broken pine branches are like the tombstones of the 100,000 people buried deep in the snow.
The mountains have no edges, the winter thunder shakes, and the heaven and the earth are in harmony.
When another spring comes, the ice and snow melt, everything will be buried deep in the ground, and the peach blossoms are still in full bloom.
—Volume 1·Ambush·End-