On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

"Hurry! Everyone hurry up!"

Murong Yan stood at the foot of the cliff, watching the soldiers climb up one by one by grabbing the ropes. The five-zhang trailing train of her black and gold phoenix descending to earth dress spread out on the ground, the hem of the dress stained with mud and blood.

The shouts from the mouth of the valley grew closer and closer.

"Your Majesty, please go up first!" the lieutenant ran over.

Murong Yan asked her deputy, "How many people haven't gone up yet?"

"Four thousand six hundred people."

Murong Yan gripped her spear tightly, looking down at the densely packed enemy troops below the cliff. There were only three ropes; the speed was too slow.

"Let those who have already gone up retreat first, and the rest of you stay and guard the entrance to the valley with me."

"Your Majesty cannot stay!" the lieutenant exclaimed anxiously.

"This is an order."

Murong Yan turned and walked towards the entrance of the valley, the trailing tail of her black and gold phoenix descending dress leaving a mark on the ground.

The enemy's torches are now visible; at least several thousand men are charging this way.

"Array up!"

Four thousand six hundred soldiers quickly formed a defensive formation; they all knew they wouldn't survive this battle.

But no one backed down.

"Archers prepare."

The remaining three hundred archers drew their longbows.

"put!"

Arrows rained down on the enemy, and the soldiers in the front ranks fell one after another, but those behind them continued to charge over the corpses.

"Pikemen, hold the line!"

The soldiers planted their spears diagonally in the ground, aiming the tips at the charging enemy troops.

Murong Yan stood at the very front of the formation, holding her spear horizontally in her hand.

The first enemy soldier rushed in front of her and was pierced through the throat by her spear. The second, the third, each swing of her spear took a life.

But there were too many enemy troops.

"Your Majesty, run!" an old soldier shouted. "We'll hold them off!"

"Shut up, keep hitting!"

Murong Yan's spear pierced the chest of an enemy soldier, and with a forceful twist, the man collapsed to the ground convulsing.

On the cliff, the last group of soldiers finally climbed up.

"Has His Majesty come up yet?" a soldier asked.

"No, His Majesty is still down there."

"what?"

Everyone rushed to the edge of the cliff and looked down.

In the valley, Murong Yan was leading 4,600 men in a desperate resistance. The sounds of battle filled the air, and soldiers fell one after another.

"Quickly lower the rope!"

"It's too late, there are too many enemy troops!"

The eight hundred soldiers on the cliff watched the battle below, their eyes red with emotion.

In the valley, the defense line was finally breached.

The enemy troops surged in like a tide, dividing and surrounding the Daqian soldiers.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

Dozens of imperial guards rushed to Murong Yan's side and blocked the surging enemy troops.

Murong Yan's spear was already dulled, but she was still wielding it.

"Your Majesty, let's go quickly!" the lieutenant shouted. "It will be too late if we don't leave now!"

"I'm not leaving!"

Murong Yan pierced the abdomen of an enemy soldier with her spear, and the man fell down with a scream.

"Your Majesty, you are the Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, you cannot die here!"

After the lieutenant finished speaking, he turned and charged towards the enemy, slashing with his long sword with all his might in each strike.

The other soldiers rushed forward and surrounded Murong Yan to protect her.

"Get out of my way!" Murong Yan roared.

But nobody listened to her.

The soldiers fought desperately; as one fell, another took his place, and they formed a wall with their bodies, keeping the enemy out.

"Quickly escort His Majesty up there!"

Several soldiers lifted Murong Yan up and ran towards the cliff.

"Let me go!" Murong Yan struggled.

"Your Majesty, you must live!" The soldiers pushed her in front of the rope.

Murong Yan looked back at the battlefield, where corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like rivers. Her soldiers fell one after another, but no one retreated.

"Your Majesty, let's go quickly!"

Murong Yan gritted her teeth, grabbed the rope, and began to climb up.

The soldiers on the cliff pulled the rope desperately, trying to pull her up as quickly as possible.

In the valley, the lieutenant watched Murong Yan begin to climb, then turned to face the enemy.

"Brothers, we will all die here today." He raised his long sword. "But we will let the enemy know that the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty are never afraid to die!"

"kill!"

The crowd roared in unison and charged towards the enemy.

They knew they wouldn't survive, so everyone fought desperately. Some had their arms cut off, but they continued to wield their knives with their other hands. Some had their abdomens pierced, but they still tried to drag their enemies down with them.

The lieutenant charged ahead, slashing repeatedly with his long sword. He had already been stabbed seven or eight times, but he continued to fight.

"For Your Majesty!"

"For the Great Qian Dynasty!"

The soldiers' shouts echoed through the valley.

The enemy was stunned by this momentum and actually took a few steps back.

But soon, even more enemy troops surged forward.

Fewer and fewer people. Four thousand, three thousand, two thousand, one thousand…

The lieutenant lay in a pool of blood, still clutching his long sword. He looked at Murong Yan on the cliff, a smile playing on his lips.

"Your Majesty, you must live..."

He closed his eyes.

The last soldier fell as well.

Only enemy troops remained in the valley.

"Quick, the empress is up there!"

The enemy general pointed to the cliff and shouted, "Chase after them!"

Murong Yan finally climbed up the cliff and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Your Majesty, the enemy is catching up!"

Murong Yan stood up, facing thousands of enemy soldiers who had caught up with her.

"go!"

Eight hundred soldiers escorted Murong Yan as she began to retreat.

But the enemy was too fast and quickly climbed up.

"Stop them!"

Eight hundred soldiers turned to meet the attack.

This was a battle with no suspense. Eight hundred against several thousand, and both were exhausted troops.

But no one backed down.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

The soldiers charged at the enemy, blocking their path with their bodies.

Murong Yan was protected by several soldiers as she retreated. Her eyes reddened as she looked at the soldiers who were fighting desperately.

"Never mind me, retreat immediately!"

"Your Majesty, let's go quickly!"

One soldier was cut down, another took his place. They risked their lives to buy time for Murong Yan.

The number of people dwindled from eight hundred to seven hundred, six hundred, five hundred…

Murong Yan was forced to the edge of the cliff.

She looked back and saw a bottomless abyss behind her.

Ahead, the last few dozen soldiers were still putting up a fight. They were covered in blood, but they were still waving their weapons.

A young soldier turned to look at her, a smile on his face.

"In the first year of the Holy Emblem, I met you at Yumen Pass. At that time, you said that not a single person of the Great Qian should be missing." The young soldier took out a wooden amulet from his bosom. "Your Majesty, this is an amulet that my mother carved herself. I hope Your Majesty will return alive and give it to my mother."

He turned and charged toward the enemy, shouting, "Today I also want to say that the Great Qian Dynasty absolutely cannot be without an Empress!"

Murong Yan's eyes reddened as she told him to put the amulet away safely.

"All of you, come back to me!"

Nobody listens to her.

Eight hundred men fought desperately, falling one after another.

"Your Majesty, let's go!" the young soldier shouted.

He had barely finished speaking when he was slashed down with a knife.

Finally, the young soldier also fell.

The enemy general stepped forward and looked at Murong Yan.

"Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty, surrender."

Murong Yan gripped her spear tightly, looking at the enemy troops around her, at least a thousand of them, who had surrounded her.

"Surrender?" She laughed. "The Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty never bows her head."

"Then you go die."

The enemy general waved his hand, "Take her down."

Dozens of soldiers rushed up.

Murong Yan brandished her spear, felling three men. But more people surged forward.

She was forced to the edge of a cliff, with a deep abyss below.

The trailing train of the black and gold phoenix descending to earth dress hung over the cliff, fluttering in the wind.

Murong Yan looked at the enemy troops, then at the abyss behind her.

Murong Yan released the spear, letting it fall into the abyss.

She turned around and looked at the bottomless abyss behind her.

"Lin Zhen, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay by your side anymore."

She leaped and jumped.

The five-zhang-long train of the black and gold phoenix descending to earth dress fluttered in the air, like a phoenix spreading its wings.