The last checkpoint in the Northland, even though it is May, it is still covered by heavy snow. The stern north wind was blowing in bursts, blowing on the man's face like a cold knife.
"Let's go."
Zhao Che smiled slightly at Wei Shuye, even in such a predicament, he was still full of confidence.
Wei Shuye was thin and thin, looking up at Zhao Che who was still full of confidence, he couldn't help feeling puzzled.
Yan Xun frantically came to plunder food and grass, consuming their troops frantically with crowd tactics. Because Zhao Yang did not consume too much force in the battle against Yanbei, he was deceived by lard at this time to attack Zhao Che's rear army and block Zhuge Yue's food road, causing Zhao Che to fall into a dangerous situation. The troops were greatly damaged, and thirteen provinces in the central region were lost.
By the time they raised their troops and prepared to counterattack, they were already in a situation where they were besieged on all sides, and they could no longer recover.
On that day, Zhao Che stood silently on the ruins of the ruins for a long time. The prince general who had experienced many battles put down his saber dejectedly, turned around and said to him: "We lost."
That day, all the generals who followed him cried, and even he, the young master who had always been aloof, also shed tears of resentment.
It's not that there is no chance of victory, and it's not that they don't have the strength to recover. They fought all the way and fought in a decadent and depressed country. They have the determination and courage to die generously anytime, anywhere.
However, they still lost.
Not defeated on the hostile battlefield, but defeated in the conspiracy of the same room.
They encountered the most powerful enemy in history, but they also faced the most declining motherland in a century.
The young prince raised his head, and his horse stamped restlessly. The pass in the north is silvery white, and the sky and the earth are covered with heavy snow. After leaving this pass, it is no longer the land of Daxia, and the wind and sand are rolling in, and there is a vast expanse outside the pass, and there is no longer the banner of Daxia.
He looked at the sky and said quietly: "The Zhao family will not die, as long as there is a place where the sun rises, there will be descendants of the Zhao family."
He rode his horse and raised his whip, and thousands of troops and horses followed him. The mountains were thousands of miles away, and the snow was as heavy as silver.
Zhao Che's fists were like iron, his eyes were like knives, his lips moved slightly, and he said silently but firmly: "I will come back—"
"My lord!" He Xiao suddenly roared and said with red eyes, "This subordinate disagrees."
"Commander He, this is an order." Tang Jingxiong closed the door, and Chu Qiao was wearing armor, looking at her most trusted subordinate, she said in a deep voice.
"My lord, go and escort Emperor Tang out of the city, and let his subordinates stay."
The sound of shouting and killing was just below the feet, and the thunderous sound of horseshoes came. The troops led by Princess Jing'an were ten times stronger than theirs. Thousands of cavalry rushed forward, charging Tang Jingcheng again and again. Like a torrent and a tsunami, it is unstoppable.
Chu Qiao said coldly: "Can you do it?"
He Xiao frowned, and immediately said loudly: "This subordinate swears to death..."
"Even if you die, you can't do it." Chu Qiao said suddenly and sharply.
He Xiao's face turned pale when he heard this, and he was about to speak, but he heard Chu Qiao say: "Now Tang Jing is trapped in all directions, and Yan Xun's hundreds of thousands of troops are blocking the second layer, and Bian Tang's army has been frightened. Now, no one will help us. I am the only crusade army in the whole country. All eyes of the enemy must be on me. As long as I am still on this tower, they will not dare to divide their troops to pursue them. We will give up attacking Tang Jing and chase behind with all our strength. At that time, we will have no city to defend, and we will have the Yanbei Army in front and the Jing'an Army in the rear, and we will die even worse!"
How could He Xiao not think at this level, he listened with frowning, gritted his teeth, and didn't say a word.
"He Xiao, I beg you, take a few of them and escape. I have been greatly favored by Li Ce in my life, and I can't repay him. I can't keep his country today, but at least I can keep his blood."
He Xiao's expression was desolate, his eyes were fixed on Chu Qiao, and he suddenly said, "My lord, let someone else go, let me stay by your side to protect you."
Chu Qiao shook her head, and said softly, "I can't trust others."
He Xiao looked at Chu Qiao with eyes as hot as lava.
How many years of life and death together, how many years of being side by side, they spend more time together than anyone else. And the feelings that once sprouted have gradually deteriorated with the passage of time, like blood and milk blended like relatives.
The woman in front of me is strong, brave, kind, and sincere. Of course, she would also be timid, confused, and cry weakly in his arms. They are comrades-in-arms, friends, and relatives. She is both his master and his sister.
The blazing fire reflected on their faces, and He Xiao suddenly stretched out his arms to hug her, with a low voice, as if chewing blood: "Take care!"
"You take care too!"
The soldier jumped on his horse, and Li Xiuyi called out to Chu Qiao: "Auntie! Auntie!"
He Xiao protected the child in his arms, and without looking at her again, he led a group of elite troops and rushed out along the city gate on the south side. At the same time, the east and west gates were also wide open, and soldiers from each route rushed out of the city gate and fought with the enemy army.
"Archers are ready!" He Qi shouted, "Let go!"
The vast wilderness is like a meat grinder, mercilessly absorbing the lives of the soldiers. Spears and sabers are shining with bloodthirsty light, and thousands of horseshoes are like roaring thunder, rolling across the sky and the earth.
Standing on the tower, Chu Qiao watched the fierce battle of death, and all the memories flashed in her mind one by one.
She has been a human being in two lives, has done many things, met many people, some things have been done right, some things have been done wrong, some people have missed, some people have failed, but no matter what, no matter where she is Under the circumstances, she never betrayed her beliefs.
Life becomes clearer at this moment. She closed her eyes, and the figures that passed by flashed one by one, those she loved, hated, betrayed, hurt, and finally, condensed into a handsome figure. Standing at the bow of the boat, her clothes were ragged, she was lightly tapped by the cold rain, and she turned her head lightly, her eyes were cold, but with deep nostalgia.
"I love you." She said softly, the wind was so strong that it blew through her temples, and the sky and the earth were blood red. Those armored soldiers rushing in like a tide roared, hitting the ancient city gate one after another, making deafening noises.
She put her hand on her lower abdomen, which was already slightly swollen, with the hope of life, supporting her all the time, giving her the courage to stand here, not afraid, not weak, and be a strong mother.
The road is so far away, he must not hear it.
She smiled and looked up at the clear sky, "I love you—"
But, I can't be with you after all.
The sky was so blue that it made her eyes sour, and a line of tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, sank into her cold helmet, and soaked into her thick hair.
She drew her sword, and all the enemy troops rushed in her direction. He Xiao's men and horses had already been killed from the flanks, the deafening shouts were like rolling thunder, and the red cloud battle flag with a white background was flying above the head. The bright red color was particularly eye-catching in the rolling yellow sand, like a red sun full of hope.
She turned her head and glanced at those young fighters one by one.
These are the world-famous Xiuli Army, but now it is almost difficult to see those original faces. For so many years, this iron-blooded army has followed her to fight north and south, across the entire Simon continent. They followed her without flinching or timidly.
Battle of Zhenhuang, Battle of Northwest, Battle of Chidu, Battle of Beishuo, Battle of Qianzhang Lake, Battle of Huoleiyuan, Battle of Longyin Pass, Battle of Tangjing, Battle of Baizhi Pass, Battle of Tiexianhe...
Over the past seven years, this army has proved their loyalty to the entire Simon Continent with brilliant achievements, regardless of country or faction. They don't fight for anyone, only for her and for their own conscience.
Batch after batch of people fell down, but more people were struggling to move forward. Even if they don't have any deep feelings for the country they guard, even if their hometown is thousands of miles away, even if they don't know what fate is waiting ahead. However, as long as one reason is enough, as long as one person's order is enough, as long as that person stands in front, their loyalty will be like the cold iron under the frozen lake, even if the mountains and rivers collapse and the blood turns to ashes, they will not shake.
There was no inspiring speech, and there was no need to boost morale. The young woman took off her helmet, her blue hair raised, and her eyes were like morning stars. She smiled slightly at her soldiers, and then raised the sword in her hand.
"Fight for freedom!" Two thousand Xiuli soldiers shouted their slogans.
There was a blunt bang, like thunder hitting the ground, followed by countless people cheering wildly.
The Tang capital city gate, which stood for thousands of years, finally fell down.
The enemy rushed in like a tide.
The strong wind blew past, and the sound of killing was close at hand, Chu Qiao said loudly: "Everyone go first, I will come later."
"My lord! The last general will go first!" A general laughed and jumped onto his horse, brandishing his saber, and shouted, "Fight for freedom!"
He raised his saber high and stepped forward, and the soldiers of the Xiuli Army followed behind him and rushed towards the huge enemy army formation, like a baby under one year old challenging a stalwart giant.
"kill!"
Harsh shouts of killing filled the entire world.
The setting sun, the wilderness, the iron cavalry, and the sword like a mountain. As the desolate wind blew, the unyielding warriors raised their sabers and rushed towards the torrent one after another.
The entire Tang capital was shrouded in endless flames of war. A hundred years ago, the Rose War Banner of the Tang Dynasty once covered all the land on the mainland. The four seas were unified and the territory was vast. The will of the Tang Dynasty was once the master of this world. But today, the battlefield is noisy, the armor is broken, the battle flag is withered, the majestic palace is covered with layers of gunpowder smoke, the breath of death engulfs the gorgeous long street, and the ears are filled with the wailing of war horses and the crying of the people...
She looked up, and at the end of the west, a round of bright red sunset slowly descended.
Those warriors who died generously, those whose blood never froze, those men whose names would not be recorded in the annals of history even if they died, just rested in this vast land. The footsteps of decay.