Today Zhang Changan is no different from before, his nose is still bruised and his face is swollen, which means that he is still beaten at least once a day. In view of the degree of refurbishment of the opponent's wound, Chu Zheng judged that his previous beating should have happened this afternoon.
So my best friend and my only friend actually gets beaten up several times a day.
His father is so cruel! Chu Zheng thought. He is more cruel than his unreliable master.
In Chu Zheng's eyes, Zhang Chang'an's face was the same as before, but it was very different from the previous days.
Before today, to be precise, before meeting Zhang Changan, Chu Zheng was worried that the young man who followed behind cymbal Bu, bowed his head in silence, had really bowed his head in the face of his father's majesty and the oppression of reality. , In the future, even the spine will bend down.
Now Chu Zheng knew that although Zhang Changan lowered his head, he had never been convinced in his heart, and his spine would never bend!
Some people are like this, no matter how turbid the world in front of them is, there is always a ray of light in their hearts that can illuminate the way forward, no matter what setbacks and trials they encounter, that ray of light will never be dimmed.
They are stubborn, hopeless, old and even crazy, just like... these gray-haired old men with bloody long knives in their hands!
These old men killed all the Tubo warriors fleeing in panic. The old man at the head killed the last barbarian who abandoned his sword and begged for mercy. The arms were also shaking violently.
These old men, after killing the enemy in front of them, either leaned on the wall and coughed, or needed the support of their companions, and their weak bodies could barely stand up, but they laughed so loudly, as if they were mocking the Tubo people whose corpses were blocked, so uncomfortable It's not worth mentioning.
They, with their long knives in their hands, and their crooked, skinny bodies, proved who is the real warrior.
Invincible warrior!
Seeing the old people patting the shoulders of those ordinary men, applauding and encouraging, Chu Zheng's eyes turned red again.
He didn't know how to describe the old people in front of him.
The white hair did not take the head of the enemy chieftain, and there was often a bloody knife hanging from his waist. If you want to get rid of the bad things for the country, you are willing to spend your dying years!
With such an old man, there will be a young man like Zhang Changan. There are old people and young people like this, even if the land of Hexi has been stolen by foreigners for many years, there is no reason why it cannot be regained as soon as Master Wang arrives.
Looking at those ordinary men in sackcloth and blood, Chu Zheng couldn't help thinking, in this narrow place, how many such passionate men can turn into heroes who can overwhelm the world with just a wave of their arms
Tibetans always say that Han people are sheep? How wrong they were!
The Han people just don't like to bluff and yell that they are warriors all day long.
As long as Mingjun takes the lead, this group of warriors will surely conquer the world.
On weekdays, they endured to the point that Chu Zheng thought they were as cowardly as a mouse, and lived a humble and miserable life. If the leader was killed, they would completely hibernate. Dormant until the day when you will never see the light again, dormant until the day when you are completely and completely abandoned.
Originally Chu Zheng thought that it was because they had let down the Tang Dynasty, sorry for the emperor, and humiliated their ancestors.
Now he finally realizes that these ordinary men have not wronged anyone. The imperial court and the emperor let their leaders be killed, so that even though they are full of enthusiasm, they can only endure humbly in the face of the cruel reality.
Therefore, the country failed them!
There is no Han family who does not want to puff up their chests and attack their enemies dignifiedly.
Don't you see, as soon as the Tsingyi yamen came out this time, they took kitchen knives, hammers, and even wooden sticks and rushed out of the door, either in sackcloth or naked, and dared to go down the mountain like a tiger, and kill those people in clothes. A tidy Tubo soldier
Even if their companions fell one by one, even if there were more than one out of ten people who could stand, they did not retreat!
They are the most heroic and fearless warriors in the world!
I just beg, the court don't ignore them, I just beg, the king doesn't let them down, I just beg, the master don't completely abandon them under the iron hooves of the aliens!
In this era, in this world, to have a wise and mighty emperor is the hope, even the extravagance, of all Han family members!
What a cruel emperor would draw a jade ax on the Dadu River, and confidently say "I don't own anything else", looking at the blood and tears of his compatriots, and eagerly waiting to ignore them!
What kind of stupid officials, when the Han family is wearing Chinese clothes, under the threat of foreign people's swords, in a remote and bitter place, and still sticking to the Han civilization, shouting about putting swords into the warehouse and sending horses to Nanshan!
Mingjun... Whether the current emperor of the Tang Dynasty is Mingjun, Chu Zheng doesn't know, but based on the fact that Chang'an was driven to Shuzhong by Huang Chao when the other party was in power, he can't be regarded as the Lord of Bravery.
But King An, who led the army to Hexi this time, is definitely the most outstanding existence in Li Tang's clan after Xuanzong!
At this moment, Chu Zheng suddenly wanted to thank that Wang An whom he had never met before.
It was him who gave the Han family children in Jincheng County, and even the entire Hexi, a chance to regain the dignity of themselves and their descendants!
"Let's go! Let's find someone, let's fight into the city lord's mansion together, echo Master Wang, and welcome King An!" Zhang Changan extended a solemn and passionate invitation to Chu Zheng just like he did at the soup cake stand that day.
Chu Zheng thought of the rejection that day, his heart twitched, and he immediately replied solemnly: "Let's go!"
The two came to Zhang Zhongli together, "Grandfather, we are going to the City Lord's Mansion!"
Zhang Zhongli, who was on the ground with a knife, was already exhausted after the short fight just now. After all, his body was so weak that he wanted to kill a thief, but he was unable to swing the knife too much. But he didn't feel sad, being able to fight today and killing a few Tubo barbarians has already released the evil spirit that has been pent up in his chest for many years, which is enough to comfort the dying years.
Now, he doesn't need to go to the battle anymore, his grandson will take over the long knife in his hand and go on the road that he can't finish.
Zhang Zhongli covered his chest and coughed twice, waved his hands without saying a word, and said calmly, "Take the head of Jie Mucuo and return to the ancestral hall."
"Yes, grandfather!" Zhang Changan promised loudly, his eyes were solemn and almost sacred.
At this moment, the young man clearly felt that something had detached from his grandfather and landed on his shoulders.
Tie Ban was seriously injured. Chu Zheng thought he would rest, and he also hoped that the other party would rest, but after the other party swallowed a elixir, he still brought the only remaining two yamen swordsmen in Tsing Yi, Granny Zheng, out there. Together with him and Zhang Chang'an, they rushed towards the City Lord's Mansion with their knives in hand, leading dozens of men killed from Funingfang.
Chu Zheng didn't know how an old woman like Granny Zheng survived the fierce battle. But just looking at the other party's vigorous figure, he knew that Granny Zheng was probably not an old woman.
Just like Mrs. Wei, her daughter is probably not her own daughter, but an abandoned orphan that she accidentally picked up when she came to Jincheng County.
The old woman selling vegetables, the woman with her daughter alone, was just a necessary disguise for them to lurk in Jincheng County.
Thinking of this, Chu Zheng couldn't help admiring the magic of the Tsingyi Yamen, and at the same time, he became more and more in awe of the owner of the Tsingyi Yamen, Wang An.
Jincheng County is like a pot of boiling water, there are huge flames everywhere, the sound of fierce fighting, shouting, shouting, and hustle and bustle are stronger than waves. If there is a roof over the city, it will have been lifted more than once A few back and forth.
Funing Fang is not far from the City Lord's Mansion, separated by five districts.
When rushing along the main street towards the City Lord's Mansion, Chu Zheng realized how much effort Zhang Chang'an had taken to lead a group of old men from two squares to support him.
At this time, there were not many people on the street, but Tubo warriors and Han people running to fight could be seen everywhere. There are countless corpses lying here and there on the ground, and there is no end in sight, but as far as the eye can see, there are three or four hundred at least, and there are many Tubo people.
It is conceivable that Zhang Chang'an and his grandfathers shed blood a lot from the Fang district where the Zhang family's mansion was located to Funing Fang.
There are many white-haired old men lying on the ground!
When the iron plate rushed out, he raised his hand and set off a bunch of fireworks towards the sky, so when he rushed to the city lord's mansion, people in green clothes and bamboo hats kept joining in the streets and alleys and houses on both sides. None of them were uninjured, and their clothes were basically soaked in blood, and it was unknown how many people had blood.
When they appeared, they were not in groups, at most three or five people together. And behind them, there is also a group of ordinary men, there are more than a hundred people, and there are less than ten people.
The team of Chu Zheng and Zhang Chang'an continued to fight and advance on the street, beheading the monks, believers and Tubo soldiers they met on the road one by one. Their team also suffered casualties, but instead of shrinking in size, it was rapidly expanding.
After the battle, seeing the fighting power constantly gathering from both sides, Chu Zheng felt turbulent in his heart.
When he left Funingfang, Tie Ban told him that if you could get out of this street alive, you might be able to meet other Tsing Yi yamen.
Is this not the case for other swordsmen in Tsing Yi Yamen
Only by using the knife in hand and the same robes beside him, to fight a bloody path from the Tubo warriors in this workshop, is it possible to see more siblings
How could Chu Zheng, who had grown up a lot overnight, not know that there are definitely more than three or five Tsing Yi yamen swordsmen in every district? More swordsmen just fell on the way to meet their siblings, and fell asleep in a pool of blood on the cold street with their enemy Tubo warriors.
Because of these Tsing Yi yamen that fell in battle, because of these Tsing Yi yamen that are covered in blood and are still fighting forward, the blood in every district urgently needs to be erupted, and the children of the Han family who urgently need to regain their dignity can break through the shackles of humble life , Hack those arrogant, savage, and oppressive Tubo barbarians to death under steel knives, smash them under iron hammers, and discount them under wooden sticks!
In the entire Jincheng County, how many such Tsing Yi Yamen swordsmen should be there
Lanzhou, Hezhou, Shanzhou, Kuozhou, Huizhou, how many iron plates, how many Mrs. Wei, Blind Chen, and Granny Zheng
Chu Zheng turned his head and saw behind him the Yamen swordsmen in green clothes and hats. Behind them, a dense crowd of Han family children followed closely, and they could see the end of the street at a glance, but there was no end in sight.
Because, there are always people running, jumping out, and jumping from the streets, alleys, courtyard walls, and window roofs to join this raging torrent!
Not just big or thin, tall or short guys...
Chu Zheng saw that there was a young boy who had not yet grown up. At the dimly lit doorway, he broke free from his mother's hand that was holding his sleeve tightly, rushed to the alley where the corpses were strewn, picked up the long knife in the hand of a man in Tsing Yi, and followed him with a roar. the team;
An old man with gray hair and a trembling body stopped his wife's entanglement, and pulled out a steel knife that was not stained with blood from under the Tubo warrior who fell on the door frame. At that moment, his footsteps were steady, his body stopped trembling, and he was full of momentum, like a god of war, rushing out of the house;
There are women with round waists and fat bodies, or slender women, with handkerchiefs and dishcloths covering their heads full of black hair, cutting open the skirts that restrict the running of their legs with knives, and copying kitchen knives, sticks and even iron pans. joined the team...
Everyone said that nomads are all soldiers, and anyone who can twist a knife and draw a bow, no matter old or weak, women or children, will become a soldier when the war comes. Chu Zheng didn't know if this was true, but he saw now that the Han people in Jincheng County were truly all soldiers.
Chu Zheng knew that the old man with gray hair and the woman with her head wrapped in a handkerchief were people with stories.
In Jincheng County, Lanzhou, and Hexi, how many Han people have no stories, no painful memories of being given by the Luna Sect and the Tubo people
Now, they can have revenge and complain.
In Jincheng County, in Lanzhou, in the whole of Hexi, how many old people, young people, and women should there be like this? If they could see Master Wang and the swordsmen from Tsing Yi Yamen tonight, they would definitely show the same fighting power, fighting spirit, and momentum!
If this is the case, how can the Moon God Sect and the Tubo people be endless? !
Chu Zheng's eyes were red again, he always did this tonight. He couldn't help it.
He wanted to tell King An, Master Wang, and Tsingyi Yamen, thank you, thank you for giving them, us, this opportunity to fight against the Luna Sect and the Tubo people!
Never before had Chu Zheng respected a person so much as he did now.
He wanted to follow King An, the commander-in-chief of Wang Shi, to kill all the Tubo people in Jincheng County, to kill the Tubo people in Liangzhou, to kill all the enemies who dared to offend the Han people, to kill all the way to the sky, and to kill everyone to pay homage to the Han people. Never dare to show your teeth to the Han again!
Even if it's a broken hand, broken foot, broken head! As long as he is on the way to fight forward, he will not regret it, let alone retreat!
Han people, they are so powerful, why should they be oppressed by foreigners
They should be respected and feared by everyone! Under the leadership of a wise and brave commander and king like King An, he should conquer all dissidents and declare to everyone in the world that he cannot be offended!
Chu Zheng and Zhang Changan looked at each other, and he saw that the other party's eyes were bloodshot, and he realized that the other party, like himself, had the firm will to fight with King An to the sky with the Tsing Yi Yamen, with the generals of Master Wang!
It didn't take long before they reached the City Lord's Mansion.
Now, the power of the Luna Sect has shrunk to the five northern states, and Lanzhou and Hezhou are the front lines. One can imagine what kind of monk power the city lord's mansion of Jincheng County has.
Except for the monks in the God Servant Realm in the sky, countless high-level monks who practiced Qi, under the leadership of Jie Mucuo, a master of the God Servant Realm, are sitting in the city lord's mansion to maintain the Tubo people's rule over Jincheng County.
Although the monks at the high level of qi training are powerful, Chu Zheng knows that no matter how much he trains at the high level of qi training, he will not be invincible just by looking at the dense crowd outside the city lord's mansion.
At this time, the Han people in Jincheng County, under the leadership of the swordsman in the Qingyi Yamen, were not afraid of any number of Qi training monks. Even if it is filled with human lives, at this time, they will be willing to risk their lives for the ultimate dignity and glory of the victory of the Han people against the Tubo people.
Only, Jie Mucuo, who is in the high rank of God's Servant, and the powerful monk guards around him are a big trouble.
As long as they are not too stupid, the Tsing Yi yamen and Han children gathered outside the city lord's mansion will be aware of this problem, but none of them hesitated.
After a brief meeting with a few top figures in Jincheng County in Tsing Yi Yamen, they decided to attack the heavily fortified city lord's mansion.
Attacking the city lord's mansion in a dignified manner, the capture of the city lord's mansion will declare the victory of the Han people in Jincheng County!
Besides, there is no better way.
Iron Ban rushed to the front again, led a group of yamen in green clothes, jumped up the courtyard wall of the City Lord's Mansion, and began to attack inside.
From the very beginning, the battle was extremely brutal.
The City Lord's Mansion of Jincheng County has already accumulated the most elite combat power in the entire Jincheng County, and it can even be said to be the most elite combat force in the entire Lanzhou.
Jie Mucuo, as a high-ranking God's Servant, completely forgot at this time. He usually talked about the honor of Tubo warriors, and had no intention of going out to fight. He made up his mind to be a tortoise and stick to the strict and powerful fortifications of the City Lord's Mansion.
Tsing Yi Yamen's first wave of attack was repelled, and the swordsman suffered a lot of casualties.
Immediately afterwards, there was an even more ferocious second wave of offensive.
Iron plate was seriously injured again. Now, the elixir was useless, so he could only half-kneel on the ground, holding a long knife, and yelled at the city lord's mansion, which was like an iron armor and tortoise shell: "For Datang, for King An, attack him!"
More Tsing Yi yamen swordsmen jumped onto the courtyard wall with a heavy face.
Even if the monks beside them were killed, they still stubbornly rushed behind the courtyard wall.
Nearly half of them never came out again.
Ordinary men wanted to go, but the iron plate that had just stopped vomiting blood stopped in front of them, and shouted with red eyes: "Unless the Tsingyi Yamen is dead! Otherwise, you will wait behind! My majestic Tsingyi Yamen is the most powerful in the Tang Dynasty!" The monk organization is not so weak that it needs the lives of ordinary people to consume the aura of the enemy! Even if the Tsingyi Yamen can afford to lose this face, King An can't afford to lose it either!"
Chu Zheng and Zhang Changan wanted to go up, but they were also glared back by the iron plate.
At the front of the crowd, the Tsing Yi yamen swordsmen gathered from every square and every corner. Originally, because they gathered in one place, they became densely packed and had the momentum of a powerful monk organization, but in just half an hour, they became sparse. , there are less than a hundred people left!
Moreover, everyone was wounded, and many of them were not seriously injured, barely standing.
Even if they are unsteady, they still stand.
Only those who stand can participate in the next wave of attack.
So even if they were crumbling, they gritted their teeth and stood tenaciously.
Tonight, no one can lose face of Tsing Yi Yamen, King An, Tang, or Han Jiaerlang!
There are less than a hundred people, and there is no strength to carry out a wave of offensive.
But the rest of the people were all inside the courtyard wall, and died inside the courtyard wall!
Iron Ban stood up again, how could he stand still? Hit the ground with a long knife so that the body will not fall down.
He looked back and scolded one by one, wishing to chew up the city lord's mansion in one bite, and then swallowed the Han people, their faces were pale and they grinned, very calm, very fearless, and even very innocent, He only said a word, then turned his head and let out a low growl, and leaped onto the courtyard wall with other bruised and blue-clothed Yamen swordsmen without hesitation.
He said: "Datang, never gave up on you; King An, never dared to let you down. This is the whole meaning of our lurking, fighting, and sacrificing."
Seeing the aura emanating from within the courtyard wall, and hearing muffled humming within the wall, Chu Zheng, Zhang Chang'an and all the sons of the Han family knew that going forward would mean death, but how could any of them bear it? All screaming and rushing in!
Datang, King An, never gave up on us, dared not let us down, how dare we betray the identity of the people of the Tang Dynasty, and how dare we betray the blood and sweat of King An? !
The sons of the Han family have always been one body, advancing and retreating together, sharing honor and disgrace, and when things come to an end, who is afraid of death? !
On the battlefield, who would dare to call himself a son of the Han family if he cherished his life and feared death? !
Scrambling through the door and entering the front yard, 20% of the people around him were already dead, but Chu Zheng and Zhang Chang'an were always charging forward. They are all from the Tang Dynasty. You are a hero in Tsingyi Yamen. Isn't there any hero in our Jincheng County? !
Chu Zheng saw the iron plate lying in a pool of blood, and saw the only twenty or thirty Tsingyi yamen left, who were being besieged by Luna Sect monks several times larger than himself. He roared and raised his knife to chop it up!
Breaking into the Chuihua Gate and entering the compound, Chu Zheng and Zhang Changan saw at the same time that a hundred monks in black robes were standing in the courtyard! And in the Chaoshou corridor, in front of the courtyard walls on both sides, and on the roof in front, there are still a large number of soldiers holding crossbows!
Chu Zheng and Zhang Changan's hearts sank at the same time, knowing that they were bound to die!
But they didn't retreat, and without even hesitating, they jumped into the yard and swung their knives to kill them!
Good brother, you should die in one battle.
Hao Erlang, the body should be shrouded in horse leather without changing its face!
It's not that we are really not afraid of death, but that in front of Datang Glory, no one can back down!
In a person's life, there is always something more important than life and death.
If it is not found, then life is meaningless.
Fortunately for them, they have found this meaning, and they can hold it in their hands until they die!
The ordinary men around them continued to scream. Gradually, Chu Zheng and Zhang Chang'an were covered in blood, their movements slowed down, their steps became chaotic, and they lost all sense of order.
In the end, they still failed to capture the City Lord's Mansion!
Don't say it was wrong to kill Jie Mu, they couldn't even see each other's face!
Hateful, hateful!
Just when they thought they were about to be beheaded, the extremely brave monks of the Luna Sect in front of them suddenly had a flash of spiritual light, blood mist burst out, and flew out one after another!
Chu Zheng and Zhang Changan looked at each other, completely unaware of what happened.
In the next moment, monks one after another jumped over their heads and rushed towards those monks of the Luna Sect. With their fierce offensive, these people defeated the opponent, causing heavy casualties in no time!
In the entire Jincheng County, besides the Tsingyi Yamen, who else, what kind of force, can have so many sturdy monks and form such a powerful combat force
They killed the compound in an instant and headed deep into the mansion!
Zhang Changan supported Chu Zheng who was weak. He wanted to support the opponent so he wouldn't fall, but even if he gritted his teeth, he couldn't beat the injury and weakness, so he also fell forward.
He didn't fall to the ground.
Someone grabbed his shoulders.
Zhang Changan turned his head and saw a face that he never expected.
That's... his father, Zhang Xun!
Zhang Xun didn't look at Zhang Changan, perhaps because he was afraid to look him in the eyes, "Can you hold on?"
Zhang Changan was speechless.
This adult man of the family who strictly ordered all the monks not to go out without his order, Zhang Changan thought that his heart, liver, stomach and stomach had turned into the color of Tubo, but he did not expect that at such a critical moment, he He rushed to the battlefield with the monks of the Zhang family.
No, not just monks from the Zhang family, but also monks from the Liu, Zhou, and Qian families!
If it weren't for the joint efforts of the four, how could they defeat the powerful defense line formed by the masters of the City Lord's Mansion so quickly
Zhang Changan's throat was hard and he couldn't speak for a while. At this moment just now, he almost wanted to call out that title, which he hadn't called out for many years because he disdained the other party's character.
"I can hold on!" Zhang Changan said stubbornly.
"That's good." Zhang Xun, Jie Mucuo's number one minion of the Han people, left behind these words, and rushed into the depths of the mansion behind the four Han monks.
After Zhang Changan helped Chu Zheng calm down, he supported him, limping, followed behind the turbulent Han family, and walked into the depths of the mansion.
On the road, the corpses of the monks of the Luna Sect and the four major families were scattered all over the place, and many of them were incomplete.
Obviously, the battles faced by the four major families were equally bloody and tragic.
When he arrived at the backyard, Zhang Changan couldn't remember how many corpses he had seen on the road.
In the backyard, the last line of defense of the City Lord's Mansion, there are a lot of fallen corpses here.
Zhang Changan even saw the bodies of the heads of the Liu family and the Qian family!
The former was covered with wounds all over his body, his intestines flowed out, and the fatal wound was a big blood hole piercing through the sea of Qi; the latter had his head rolled aside.
In the backyard, the battle was still fierce.
Zhang Changan and Chu Zheng hurried into the backyard.
By the time they stepped into the backyard, the fighting had stopped.
It did stop, because there was no one left standing.
Zhang Xun fell face-to-face in a pool of blood. In front of him, there was a headless corpse of a Tubo man. Based on his body shape, Zhang Changan recognized with certainty that it was Jie Mucuo!
Jie Mucuo, a high-ranking monk in the God Servant Realm!
Zhang Xun is not yet in real life.
How could he behead right? !
The answer is obvious.
In front of Jie Mucuo's headless corpse, someone was sitting in a pool of blood, leaning against a pillar in the corridor, twisting a human head in his hand, smiling at Chu Zheng.
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He smiled happily, a little childishly proud and showing off.
He said: "Disciple, why did you come here? As a teacher, I thought that no one would come to collect my body."
Chu Zheng opened his eyes in disbelief, "Master? Why are you... here?"
The old Taoist curled his lips, "If the teacher is not here, where else can he be? Hey, you bastard, you don't think that the war in Jincheng County is imminent, but the teacher ran away?"
Chu Zheng bit his tongue.
That's what he thinks!
The scene in front of us showed that if the old Taoist were not here, even if the four major Han families in Jincheng County could attack the backyard, they would not be able to kill Jie Mucuo.
Seeing Chu Zheng's deflated expression, the old Taoist was even happier: "Master, I said long ago that it is very easy to take the wrong head of Jiemu. Now, you finally believe it? Tell you little bastard, don't think, because What the teacher said to you on weekdays is all nonsense, but in fact, being a teacher is very capable! It just so happened that I was hungry after a bloody battle for my teacher. A bowl of soup cakes?"
Chu Zheng squatted in front of the old Taoist, concerned and nervously inspecting the other's injuries, as for the other's teasing words, he pretended he didn't hear them.
Although the old Taoist was seriously injured, his life was not in danger. Zhang Xun was different.
Being held in Zhang Changan's arms and shouting, he managed to open his eyes, but could only show a bleak smile, "Dong'er... No, Chang'an. You don't have to cry, it's not worth your crying for your father. You have lost the face of the son of the Han family, lost even your dignity, and let your sister... and your aunt be the concubine of the wild man, and the father is a sinner of the Zhang family, among the Han people... . .. Shame. You are... a heroic son of the Han family. Don't shed tears for the shame of me as a Han... "
Zhang Changan's eyes were full of tears, he couldn't speak a complete sentence from crying, he could only keep choking up and repeating the word "no".
Zhang Xun barely opened his eyes, and his eyes gradually became dizzy. He looked up at the stars and rivers in the sky, and murmured in a trance: "In my father's life, the first twenty years... living under the wings of your grandfather, heroic and passionate Worrying, you can be regarded as a romantic son. Ever since the Zhang family mansion was about to collapse and had no food and clothing, he succeeded the head of the Zhang family. For the next twenty years, he has been turbulent all the way, painstakingly working hard all the way, and enduring humiliation all the way... Let's count it as a burden! "
Speaking of this, Zhang Xun seemed to be thinking of some sore spot. A mouthful of hot blood poured out of Zhang Xun's mouth, his eyes protruded, his voice became heavier, his breathing became short of breath, and his facial features were distorted: "No one... no one is better than me. Zhang Xun, I hate Tubo savages even more! In my dreams, in my dreams, I want to kill Jie Mucuo, eat his flesh and lay his skin, and Yixue knelt down on the same day... Shame! Chang'an, for the father, for the father... . . . I have no other choice, I cannot help myself!
"For the sake of Zhang's family, as a father, I have to give up my dignity and kneel down in front of the savages! Chang... An, there is no way to be a father, you don't know, when you are still young , The little aunt who has always been pampered and pampered, was so hungry that she was yellow and thin, with yellow hair all over her head. She pulled my sleeves, raised her head and told me that she was hungry and wanted porridge... When your elderly third grandfather, thin Lying on the cold bed with bones like sticks, when he was dying of serious illness, he told me that when he wanted to drink a sip of broth, what a... suffering in my heart!"
Before he finished speaking, he vomited blood in his mouth, and he could no longer speak the following words smoothly.
Zhang Changan cried until his eyes were blurred.
He had never heard his father say these words.
Zhang Changan had never seen or known the stubbornness, tenacity, and persistence in his father who flattered the Tibetans like a dog.
"Yes... who is it! Who is it, let me, Zhang Xun, change from a hot-blooded young man into a Tibetan... eagle dog? Who, who is it?!" Zhang Xun said Stretching his neck, he uttered his final question and roar to the sky.
After the middle-aged man asked this question, he suddenly calmed down, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth. He calmly said: "Chang'an, you are right. You are right by listening to your grandfather. Master Wang... ... King An, haven't you come yet? Go, go to meet Master Wang, follow King An, for your father... On such a day as your father, you will never meet again, what you have suffered for your father Humiliation and torture, you won't... meet again!"
When he said this, Zhang Xun raised his hand with difficulty, wanting to caress his son's face.
But before his hand touched his son's face, the starry night disappeared, and a vision protruded from the sky.
The black clouds rolled, and two huge bottomless black holes enveloped the entire sky of Jincheng County. At the same time, a long sword lit up under the billowing black clouds, and its green light was like the sun. Then, everyone heard that call.
"The common people of the Han family, help Gu with a sword!"
Zhang Xun, whose eyes were gradually dimming, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his upper body straightened up suddenly, and the hand that was caressing his son suddenly stretched out into the sky, stretched out his five fingers, and at the last moment, stretched out to the green light Flashing long sword.
From his throat, from the bottom of his heart, and from the depths of his soul, he uttered a hysterical roar: "Jincheng Zhang Family, Zhang Xun, is willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"