Yanshi ancient sword

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Bai Yujing in the sky, Chang'an City in the world.

Under the blue-gray walls of this mighty city in the world, the moat that used to be picturesque with indigo daisy has been rendered turbid and scarlet, and densely packed corpses are soaked in the water, lying on the river bank, and an indescribable stench is coming from them. Continuously coming out, filling the whole world, just like Shura.

In order to cover the evacuation of the people, the emperor often took the lead and rushed into the enemy's position wielding the emperor's sword. The guards also fought to kill the enemy bravely.

However, in the absence of any foreign aid, even though Chang'an has abundant reserves for the world's mighty city, the fierce battle for months has caused almost all casualties to the defenders, and even the emperor himself was seriously injured and dying many times.When the last drummer was killed, the emperor, who could no longer hold the emperor's sword due to injury, took over the drummer's battle drum.

Now Chang'an has not seen the scene of cars and horses like dragons and crowds like the sea in the past, let alone the charm of singing, dancing and painting every day.The closed gates and the empty courtyard walls dissipated the scene of the richest and most prosperous imperial capital in the world where merchants gathered and red sleeves fluttered in the past.

The originally wide and tidy streets were full of gaps, and there were stray stones and huge trees, broken arrows and broken knives, all kinds of defense equipment, and the carved beams and paintings that pierced into the sky in the past were either removed or installed with catapults. , giant shield and other devices.The surviving civilians and soldiers lay down next to these tools, covered with pain and fatigue, and their expressions were numb.

There was a chill in the lonely long street, and the nightmare of death was entrenched in this falling city, howling coldly.

The prosperity of the millennium has turned into an old dream, hidden in the cold blood and bones, the proudest city will be burned into history, and even the most arrogant and brave warriors cannot protect their homeland.He is afraid of Sirius, and he dare not take his arrows. When the sky overturns and his body is destroyed, how will the blood of the fathers and elders in his hometown face the trampling of the barbarian tigers and wolves?

In the distance, someone is crying secretly, is Datang really going to die?

Everyone is confused and hesitant.

There was a rumbling sound like thunder, dozens of cavalry swarmed over, and the sound of rain-like hooves fell on the bluestone-paved street, depressed and dull.

Hearing the sound, the sergeants and peasants on the side of the road raised their eyes one after another, and the gazes of countless people followed the lead rider at the same time. Their originally numb expressions suddenly became passionate.

The dragon flag is hoisted, and the battle drum is hung on the horse's back. That is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty!The nobles are gone, the officials are gone, the rich and famous are gone, but the emperor of the Tang Dynasty has not escaped, he is still fighting side by side with them, in order to defend his family, the country, and the elders, he will spare no effort to sacrifice his last soul blood!

The emperor's tall and thin body was straight on the horseback, his eyes were bright and his expression was as firm as iron.

"Willing to die for His Majesty."

A voice sounded, holding the weapon tightly, and stood up.

"I would like to die for His Majesty!"

"I would like to die for His Majesty!"

……

Countless voices sounded, and all the surviving soldiers of the Tang Dynasty clenched their weapons, stood up one after another, and approached the emperor.

"Follow me to kill the enemy."

The emperor clamped his horse's belly and took the lead to gallop towards the city gate. The blood-stained dragon flag fluttered and flew in the strong wind.

The remaining soldiers followed the emperor's back closely, rushed to the gate of Chang'an, and rushed to the boundless Tuhu army outside the city.

A man was born between heaven and earth, so why be afraid of a hundred deaths to serve the family and the country!

For this country, I am willing to tear myself apart and shed the last drop of blood.

Xia Yi took the lead, with a slight smile on his thin lips, but crystal water seeped from the corners of his eyes, which condensed into ice and scattered into the wind and sand.

My tears are always only for you.

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In the eighth month of Wushen in the fourth year of Qianhui, the city of Chang'an fell, and [-] people from the Tang army under Emperor Xuanhe died in battle.

Qi Lianongzan, the ruler of the Tuhu Kingdom from the Northwest Plateau, finally stepped into the most prosperous imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty, riding a snow-capped sacred cow, bathed in supreme glory, amidst thousands of troops cheering "Long live King Muribo".

It is a pity that Chang'an is now an empty city, and millions of residents have been forcibly expelled by the Tang army.

Even if it is still majestic, prosperous and picturesque; even if the home of the rich is still full of treasures that are too late to take away, the shelves of shops are full of items, piled up like a mountain, and the palace is beautiful and dazzling...

However, there are not a large number of common people in the magnificent imperial capital, which caused great dissatisfaction among the Tuhu ethnic groups who were looking forward to entering the city to burn, kill, and plunder slaves and livestock.If Tuhu had already sent an army of Yan beasts to burn Chang'an to nothingness in order to preserve this overwhelming wealth, there was no need to fight hard for July, which would only cause countless casualties among the clan's children.

Various voices of dissatisfaction came to Qi Lian Nongzan's ears, but he didn't express anything.Successive battles have caused huge losses to the Yan Beast Group. It belongs to King Muribo's power. If it cannot be replenished, even Tuhu Zanpu cannot bear the waste of his own strength.

"Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find the divine stone..."

With some regrets, he stepped through the nine layers of pills and sat on the golden dragon throne of the emperor.

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According to wild history, it was night that the king took pictures and books from all over the world and took them as rare treasures from all countries.During the banquet, hundreds of lambs were presented, thousands of products were served in the court, and ten thousand bells of wine were ordered, and Jiazhen sent them to the prison.

At the end of the ceremony, a waiter presented the emperor's head in a white jade box to the throne, and the king ordered him to take a closer look.The waiter stepped forward to open the box to place the imperial case. The emperor's head was decorated with yellow brocade inside the box. Although he was dead, his expression was serene, with snowy skin and icy muscles like a virgin, and his complexion was extremely beautiful.Wang Shiyue tapped the box wall with her finger and said with a smile: "Maybe she can be a concubine."

At that time, the candles were burning brightly, the drums were playing in unison, and the emperor and his ministers were drinking and drinking together. For a while, no one noticed that the emperor's head in the jade box had opened his eyes.

In an instant, a majestic soul power shot out between Emperor Xuanhe's eyes.Wang was shocked, kicked the table and got up, angrily said: "You actually sealed the god stone in your own skull!" Before he finished speaking, his figure was instantly engulfed by the red light arrows that suddenly shot from all around...

The change suddenly occurred, and in an instant, Chang'an City's four squares, three paints and twelve gates were closed at the same time, and the Tuhu monarchs and ministers who entered the city, together with tens of thousands of troops, were sealed in the city.

At this time, there were still [-] troops stationed outside the city. Looking at the imperial capital, one could see the red light rushing and churning over the entire city, and the roaring and roaring of beasts could be faintly heard. Countless dark shadows flashed in the sky, as if there were some fierce beasts is struggling to rush out.However, the entire imperial capital seems to have turned into a furnace of heaven and earth, which forbids the heaven and earth and burns everything!

When the army outside the city saw this, everyone was frightened out of their wits, and ran away one after another.In one night, the army of barbarians who invaded the bandits dispersed completely.

A few days later, Sifangqin Wang Yijun joined forces in Weishui and successfully recovered the imperial capital.

No one knew what happened in Dijing that night.

Some people say that after the late emperor died in battle with the national defenders, the heroic spirits were immortalized and turned into hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers to wipe out the enemy bandits.

Some people say that the Great Tang Dynasty was long and blessed by heaven, and sent a dragon to swallow the Tuhu army.

Some people say that Tuhu colluded with the demon clan and joined forces to eliminate them for the righteous way of the immortal sect.

Some people say that the first emperor hid millions of soldiers in the city.

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Soon, the new king came to the throne, and the residents of Chang'an who were forced to leave also returned to their hometowns to rebuild their homes one after another. The Great Tang Imperial Capital gradually regained its vitality.

After the catastrophe, the willows on both sides of the Rushui River in the east of the city are left with countless broken stubble and branches. Maybe the next year will still be green and green outside the bridge, but the old people are no longer there.