In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Kedar touched Li Yuanyang's armor. They had only exchanged letters over the years and had never met each other. He had been waiting on the grassland for the king to return. He was dying and shed two clear tears:

"I regret that we are thousands of miles apart, but I still remember the ten years we spent together. I can stay by your side forever. I know you have suffered a lot in Chang'an. You must stay alive. Changshengtian and the old prince will keep you safe!"

Li Yuanyang stood beside him, as thin as a child. His tall body protected his king. Li Yuanyang shook his head:

"Kedar, if the Eternal Heaven blesses me, why would I go to Chang'an as a hostage?"

When he was young, it was Kedar who taught him horse riding and archery. In the summer, the water was gurgling, cattle and sheep were everywhere, and the red flowers of Sarlang were blooming all over the grassland. He held a rhododendron in his hand and sat on Kedar's shoulder, feeling relaxed and at ease, with a childish voice:

"Haha, Kedar, when I grow up, I want to be as strong and brave as you!"

Kedar held him up with one hand and held the meteor hammer in the other, swinging it casually:

"Okay, when you grow up, I will teach you how to control the meteor hammer."

Such carefree and comfortable days were gone after he was taken as a hostage in Chang'an, and he also had no chance to learn the meteor hammer. Li Yuanyang's heart was filled with hatred, and his fingers stroked Kedar's eyes that were still open after his death.

Kedar gradually closed his eyes, and his soul followed the faint light, passing over the towering snow-capped mountains, clear water and sunny sky. His loyal soul is immortal!

Li Yuanyang touched the bloodstain on the meteor hammer. This was a loyal and capable general from their grassland. He stood up slowly, his eyes hiding sharp blades:

"Who shot him just now?"

Because he was quite far away, he could not see clearly. The arrow pierced through the armor and pierced through the heart accurately. Who had such archery skills?

Yun Chi was not unscathed. When the arrow shot over, the meteor hammer landed on his abdomen, and the iron spikes drew a trail of bright red blood. He had already returned to the Shiyan Army, and they quickly wrapped around his abdomen and bandaged the wound.

Kedar is indeed brave and invincible, but they are enemies!

A girl's sonorous and firm voice came:

"It's this princess, Li Yuanyang. You are such a traitor. You killed our loyal ministers and generals, and killed our soldiers. Your crime is unforgivable!"

Today, Li Yuanyang is using his superior numbers to bully the weak, while Mu Jinan wants to defeat the stronger ones with the weaker ones!

Mu Jinan looked at the dead soldiers of the Flame-killing Army scattered all over the ground. When they followed her to the grassland, some of the soldiers were thinly dressed and had no winter clothes when they died. They looked no more than twenty years old.

Zhang Huai, a small soldier of the Killing Flame Army, was stabbed five times, and his armor was completely soaked with blood. When he fell on the grass, he was facing the Sobbing Bird Tribe. He used up his last bit of strength and knelt in the direction of the Killing Flame Army, which was also the direction of Chang'an.

Zhang Huai opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but blood fell like autumn rain, turning his bronze skin red:

"I am humble but I have never forgotten my country. Although I am a soldier, I wish to serve my country for the rest of my life, even if I die. Brothers, stop the enemy from passing through You and kill all the rebels. Charge!"

His voice was like a tsunami, inspiring the Flame-killing Army to fight bloody battles. His every word was encouraging his brothers, as if their survival meant his own survival.

Zhang Huai took out a wooden hairpin from his shirt. On it was a full moon and three auspicious clouds. His wife's face was reflected in his eyes. A man doesn't shed tears easily. His face was covered with blood.

"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, Dan'er, your husband can't go back!"

The wooden hairpin in his hand turned a bright scarlet, just like the two or three side dishes and two bowls of porridge on the low wooden table in front of the thatched cottage that day. It was a hot summer day, and he was fanning his newlywed wife with a cattail leaf fan.

"My dear, I am sorry that you have been wronged by living here. When I earn enough money, I will build a wooden house and buy you lots of pearl hairpins."

The young lady smiled shyly, snuggled in his arms, pointed to the sky, and looked forward to the sweet days ahead:

"Then I want a hairpin that looks like the sunset."

The husband agreed to her: "Okay!"

The two men looked up at the sky. The blood from Zhang Huai's mouth continued to dye the wooden hairpin red. Auspicious clouds were shining brightly, and even the full moon turned the color of sunset, drawing a red circle for his life.

This hairpin was the same color as the sunset glow. He held the hairpin tightly and smiled with his eyes curved:

"It's the color of the sunset, Dan."

He slowly closed his eyes, and even if the Qingque warriors stepped on his body, he would protect the hairpin. In this battle, he would stop the Qingque from entering the city, protect the people, his relatives and brothers, and bless his Daner.

Since ancient times, everyone has to die, but he left behind his loyal heart to shine in history. A beam of colorful light from the blue sky shone on him, lighting the way for his loyal soul to the Lingxiao Palace.

At this moment, he is a god! He is the one who protects the people, not an emperor who sits high on the dragon throne, enjoys unlimited honors, favors eunuchs, indulges in the harem, and indulges in treacherous and treacherous people.

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Li Yuanyang clenched the sword in his hand and pointed it at Mu Jinan. Today, there must be a winner. If he loses on his own territory, he will be infamous for eternity. The arrow is on the string and must be shot:

"My fellow warriors, follow me, kill the princess, and seize the Killing Flame!"

The leader of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry of the Killing Flame Army was named Xue Xiang, about twenty years old, agile, with a stern face, tall and mighty figure. He held a Mo Dao in his hand, sat on a red pony, and had a horizontal sword tied around his waist. The long handle of the Mo Dao made it impossible for the warriors to get close.

The warrior armies of the Qingque tribe mostly form square or circular formations and are united as one.

Li Huaijin gestured downward, the drum sounded deafening, Xue Xiang advanced upon hearing the drum, and the Qique warriors rushed towards the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry.

Li Huaijin gestured upwards, and the sound of a horn was heard. Xue Xiang led everyone to retreat suddenly. When the enemy saw them running away, they became excited and chased after them relentlessly.

Li Huaijin stared at the Sobbing Bird Formation with a burning gaze. Seeing that Xue Xiang had already run a hundred meters away, the time had come. He gave an order:

"Archers, prepare!"

The frontline soldiers of the Flame Killing Army held shields and covered the archers. As the young man shouted:

"Fire arrows!"

Hundreds of archers took turns to come forward and shoot hundreds of arrows at once!

The arrows were as hard as steel, piercing straight into the necks, knees, wrists and other parts of the Sobbing Sparrow warriors on the opposite side, without missing a single arrow. This was the result of the Shiyan Army's day and night training for many years.

Li Huaijin often told them that on the battlefield, they not only had to defend their country, but also had to fight one against a hundred and save their own lives. Every time they stabbed the enemy, they would save their own life.

No one wants to die. Even if you have to die on the battlefield, you still have to kill all the enemies. Only by living on the battlefield can you have the chance to kill all the enemies.

Only by killing all the enemies can you have a chance to survive.

The warriors' screams of pain and misery broke through the sky:

"Ah! Ah!"

Warriors continued to fall on the grass, their hands could no longer hold bows and arrows, their legs were crippled, and blood invaded the grass like a flood.

Li Yuanyang watched as the phalanx became chaotic and arrows pierced his throat. He didn't know that the archers of the Shiyan Army were more skilled in shooting than the grassland army.

Li Yuanyang recalled that when he was in Chang'an before, he wanted to please Li Huaijin but could never find him. Even at night, when he wanted to invite him for a drink, he always said he was busy.

I thought he was just trying to please me, but it turned out that Li Huaijin was really busy training the soldiers. Li Yuanyang shouted:

"Anyone who disrupts the formation will be killed without mercy. They only have 5,000 troops, and we have more than 40,000. Anyone who retreats will be reduced to slavery!"

PS: Zhang Huai, rest in peace, you are not a small soldier, you are a great hero who protects the country and the people!