His expression was agitated, his pale face turned slightly red, and along with his shout, there was a weak cry of a child from nowhere, floating over the city, obviously weak, but louder than that wild cry Shouting is more powerful to penetrate into the depths of people's hearts.
Immediately, Hua Qiong swayed, the golden gun almost dropped, and suddenly looked up to the depths of the tower.
She curled her fingers and grasped the gun tightly, her hands were covered with sweat, the crying sound was small, but it was clearly a child crying, it was Chang Tian, was it Chang Tian
Mother and child are connected, she can barely hold herself coldly to each other when Yan Huaishi calls, but she can't remain as firm as a mountain when her son cries.
What's more terrible is that there are many heads on the tower, even if she stands on the horse, she can't see where Chang Tian is and what's wrong, and she definitely can't stand up at this moment.
As long as she makes a wrong move, the entire army will be in a commotion.
"Qiong'er! Save me! You abandon your weapons and surrender! Your Highness will not offend you! Let's go to the countryside to enjoy ourselves and ignore the flames of war in this world from now on. Qiong'er, are you really determined to go your own way and want to bury my father and son here?"
Hua Qiong's fingers trembled slightly, and the iron armor made a slight collision, hidden under the cloak, no one heard it. She stared at Yan Huaishi who was asking for help at the top of the city, without any complaints, and she didn't feel that he had lost face to her coach. Yes, just pity.
She pity him, from the beginning to now.
She has always understood that his heart is weak and indecisive, and his flexible way of dealing with things comes from the oppression he received since childhood. He learned to read his words and emotions at a young age, and survived humiliation and ridicule.
She also knew that he was not ambitious, and had a bit of a drifting personality. He came to the imperial capital because he was exiled by his family, and became the patriarch because he was forced to a dead end. He even married her because she proposed in front of the ancestral hall that day.
This kind of kaiseki wants the reunion of the lovely wife and son and the family, and wants to stay together in the end of the world. No one should ask him to splatter blood to repel the enemy and commit suicide.
But in the same way, no one can ask her to be his man and child, so he will give up his confidant and loyalty, and give up the hundreds of thousands of fire phoenix troops who follow her and believe in her.
She believes that as long as she throws down the spear at this moment, the other party may really pardon her family, but what about the Fire Phoenix Army behind this? They followed her to southern Fujian not because they were betrayed at this moment.
What about Zhiwei who is far away in the imperial capital? She entrusted all her subordinates and the fate of life and death in her hands without hesitation, not for her to disappear in Zhoucheng.
Once she puts down the golden gun, the tip of the gun will pierce Zhiwei's last defense, and there is a cliff behind her.
she can't.
Some things can be done, but can't be done.
If you do it, you will violate the reason for being a human being in this life, and living is also a humiliation.
Hua Qiong clenched the spear tightly, the back of her hand was white from the force, and the veins burst out.
On the tower, Yan Huaishi was still calling out, his voice was mournful, and the crying of the child never stopped. Because he couldn't see him, it made people worry more and more. Compassion appeared on the faces of many female soldiers of the Fire Phoenix Army. Feeling at a loss, more people turned their attention to Hua Qiong.
After Hua Qiong stood silent for so long, everyone had already started to have doubts, and the army became flustered.
"Qiong'er..." Yan Huaishi leaned over, only staring at Hua Qiong.
Hua Qiong, who was as silent as a statue below the tower, suddenly swung his spear!
The golden tip of the gun drew a bright arc in the sunlight, and everyone held their breath in the city and the city.
The tip of Hua Qiong's spear hit the horse's ear when it fell, and the horse neighed, then raised its hooves and galloped away.
On the tower, Yan Huaishi took a step forward excitedly.
The Wanjun under the city tower made a long inhalation sound, which sounded like wind and thunder rolling up in the flat ground.
Hua Qiong didn't run towards the tower.
Her horse was lightly lifted by her after it was thrown forward. The horse turned smoothly, with its back to the city gate, and circled around her infantry phalanx.
The sun is bright and the army is armored and cold. The red-robed woman on the black horse holds her golden gun high and gallops in front of the awe-inspiring army formation.
"Boys! Girls!" Hua Qiong's voice was high-pitched, spreading far away in the silence, "I lied just now, the person on the tower is my husband, my beloved son!"
The army roared loudly, and Qi's father and son looked at each other with gloomy faces.
"I thought they had left safely, but they were still tied up on the tower!" Hua Qiong raised his gun and ran faster and faster, "You have also seen that the imperial court wants to exchange the lives of their father and son for my surrender."
"Marshal, what are you going to do!" A bold soldier couldn't help shouting.
"Many years ago, I told a good friend of mine." Hua Qiong didn't answer this question directly. She rode her horse around the army, running faster and faster, her face flushed, and a little sweat leaked from her forehead, " He is my lover, Hua Qiong, the man I have loved since I was eight years old. I once swore to the never-drying waves of the South China Sea. One day I want him to understand that my love for him is bigger than mountains and seas. over everything."
On the tower, Yan Huaishi's body froze, and tears filled his eyes.
Thousands of troops under the city tower raised their faces, watching their god-like commander, openly revealing his heart in front of all the people.
No one thought it was absurd, indulgent or embarrassing, only that the woman flying with a golden gun in the sun was brilliant and beautiful, really like a god.
"They are tied up at the top of the wall, and I'm tormented in my heart." Hua Qiong didn't turn his head, and didn't stop, "But if I want to put down my sword and gun, and ignore my comrades for the safety of my family—then I, Hua Qiong, might as well die! "
"Joan..." Yan Huaishi suddenly exclaimed on the tower.
"The world is difficult, but it's not impossible, as long as you are willing!" Hua Qiong has already rushed to the center of the army formation, without turning his head, pointing in the direction of Yan Huaishi, "Look! My man and my child, you kill me and save them, if you can't do this, you will go to hell in the future, don't blame me for waiting in front of Meng Po Bridge, and call you useless!"
She laughed loudly, the golden gun in her hand stopped, and with a cracking sound, a bright and shining blade suddenly popped out of the golden gun. With her back to the tower and facing the army, she raised the knife to her neck without hesitation!