Rogue with a knife on the right

And Zecheng.

Hongye Mountain House.

Many things start here.

Han Jingye remembered that on the night of the Winter Moon Festival, he drank a lot of wine. It was the ninth year after Kaifeng's death.He found Huadao.

Huashima is like a stray puppy, wearing a ripped scarf, looking at him with wet eyes, panicked but burning with desire.At the beginning, his teeth were trembling, and he kissed lightly, Han Jingye held his head, and the tip of his tongue opened his lips and teeth, guiding him to grope and move forward.His technique is very gentle, but also very slutty, the flash of confession was washed away by the tide of emotion, and the hot blunt sensation filled his whole body, he gradually stretched, straightened, and groaned with forgetfulness.

He could feel that Huadao, like him, was a person who had found warmth in many people.

He is to keep the old dream, and Huadao is to escape from the void.

Where to find the ghost under the spring, the fate of the previous life is not exhausted.

The flowers are scattered and the bottom is falling, and the bell and chime sound in the spare time.

Han Jingye seemed to be torn apart, struggling to get up.After many attempts, he finally rolled out of bed, and the blow brought him back to consciousness a little.With difficulty, he stretched out two fingers and hooked them to the corner of Quexue.

Climb over, press down on the handle, and pull out the blade bit by bit.

wow——

A cut was made on the palm of his right hand, and blood gushed out.The sharp pain burst and bloomed, breaking through the numbness of the body along every blood vessel. Han Jingye bit the bed sheet before he could yell out, and the feeling of heaven and earth shattering when the veins in his right arm shattered struck again on Penglai Island. , and this time more violently.

If it is not violent, it will not be able to break through the medicine.

He tidied up the messy skirts, rushed out of the room with a knife in hand, and was shocked by the sight in front of him.

The whole Heze was in a sea of ​​flames!

Han Jingye stood on the top of the Red Leaf Mountain, staring blankly at the shadows below the mountain—they were fleeing civilians, mixed with warriors, ronin and wounded soldiers.

The Northern Kingdom raided, and they set fire to Heze!

The wind is surging, the flames are soaring into the sky, the horses are neighing, and the people are dying.Under the starless and moonless night sky, the whole city was burned into a purgatory on earth.

Cry, scream, wail.

People fled in panic, grenades exploded every other place, houses collapsed, and unnamed corpses piled up in mountains.The river stinks of blood, and the brothels and restaurants on both sides of the river are more beautiful than ever before, and the lights reflect each other, making them crimson.From row upon row of low-rise bungalows to sentry towers, from inside the city to the outskirts of the city, the blazing flames lit up the streets and alleys in an instant like a wandering dragon, and the outline of the entire city appeared extremely clearly in the night.

Han Jingye looked down at the irreparable sorrow and rushed down the stone steps.He will fight, fight to the death.

In the middle of the steps covered with frost and snow, a black shadow stopped him.

The man stood under the stone boundary marker, lingering in layers of almost stagnant fog.

The shape of the boundary monument is simple and magnificent, with high cornices on both sides, and a green hexagonal wind chime hanging on each side, shaking itself in the dark night without wind.Standing on the left and the right are the stone carvings of a nine-tailed fox and a crane, which are vivid and lifelike. They all have a lantern on their head, reflecting the swaying red fire light.

"Captain Han, forgive me, I can't let you go." His whole body was tightly wrapped in blue-black armor, only his eyes were exposed, and he slowly pulled out the samurai sword with his bandaged hand.

"Step aside."

"The only way is to kill me."

"who are you?"

The man didn't answer.

He showed Quen Xue.

A gust of wind whizzed past, sparks scattered, Han Jingye was dressed in blood-stained white clothes, his black hair fluttering in the wind.

Both of them have calculated the timing of the other's shot.In one second, the toes hit the ground, and the lights of the swords rushed towards each other with invisible steps; in two seconds, the blades collided; in three seconds, they rubbed sideways, and each stopped.

The jingle of wind chimes above the head evokes the strangeness and tension of the atmosphere.

Suddenly, dark red blood spurted out from the side of the armored man's neck.

Four seconds later, he fell.Han Jingye stepped over him.

"I'm not... a traitor," the warrior said breathlessly, closing his eyes.

Heze is the last pass in the north.Once Heze falls into the enemy's hands, nothing can stop the iron heels of Beiguo and Pseudo-Yan.

In the history books, the event of Heze's fall marked the complete demise of the Dahe Dynasty. Since then, it has opened up a situation in which the Northern and Yan allied forces and the Republican Party have divided the world. Both forces are approaching Chaotianjing. Whoever can finally win the capital will be the The next overlord.

—Perhaps, have you ever seen snow falling into a fire?

That was it that day.

The snow suddenly began to fall at night, and the moth-like flakes fell into the fire and were swallowed up in an instant.The samurai fell under the hail of bullets, and the mountains and plains were filled with death.

Someone said that he saw a prostitute in rouge-colored clothes and a peach blossom yoke on her head, holding a pipa on the half-burned terrace, plucking the strings with her slender fingers, playing and singing to the heavy snow.

Towards early morning, the fire was finally extinguished.The snow covered the ruins after the fire, the broken walls, the cold city walls, and hundreds of corpses. Everything became peaceful and holy.

Han Jingye and the last Qingdeng guards were trapped in the garrison, their remaining ammunition was about to run out, everyone was too cold to stretch their hands and feet, and their heavy eyelids almost closed.

"Are we going to die?" Jiannan asked.

"Think about something happy..." Situ smiled and showed his yellow teeth: "Think about Xinshanzhai's steamed stuffed buns, his family has the most meaty stuffing, and when you take a bite, it will squirm."

"I want to eat barbecue."

"I miss Cui Hua, she is still waiting for me at home."

"I want to drink wine from Magnolia House again."

"I miss my mother."

Someone cried, followed by sobs in the team.

"I'm sorry." Han Jingye murmured, "I'm sorry."

"It's not over yet." Old man Situ pressed his shoulder: "We're not over yet, and we can't end it."

"..."

"Do you still remember what the prince said to you in the past?"

"Guard Dahe until the last second."

"Yes."

Han Jingye sighed deeply and looked up at the sky.Heze turned into an empty city, with all the prosperity gone. The bare tree trunks stood facing the wind, and a bright red shadow appeared on the sentry tower. It was hard to tell whether it was a human or a ghost.

Red clothes, blond hair, holding a copper plate.

Jiannan shouted: "Zhu Sitong! It's Zhu Sitong!"

As soon as the sun shone, the figure of the boy in red disappeared. Everyone suspected that he was hallucinating and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes gradually approached, and then they saw the banners painted with dragon patterns fluttering in the wind and snow.

King Yao is here!His Royal Highness Yaowang!

"But keep Dragon City Flying General here, don't teach Huma Duyin Mountain!" The man was wearing a scarlet cloak, and his horseshoes splashed snow.He raised his right hand high, showing Tan Ciguang's head to everyone.

The sun shone brightly on his face, making people ignore his broken armor, scarred arms, and a team of less than 100 people. If the Valkyrie really existed, it would probably look like him.

He is hope, the last faith.

The shocked fighters swarmed up, "Kill----!!!" The voice resounded through the sky.

That feeling of bliss on the battlefield is back, even though it's not their time.Machine guns fired, and row after row of warriors fell down. King Yao rushed into the siege, his silver saddle shone on his white horse, whistling like shooting stars, killing one person in ten steps, and never stopping for a thousand miles.

Han Jingye looked up at the man riding his horse past, just like he did again and again when he was a child——

"How? Want to be a samurai?" his father asked him.

"It's as good as my uncle." Xiao Hanjing stared at Yao Wang's back at night, "I'm a better swordsman than him."

"Hahaha, samurai don't just play swords, they want to protect Dahe, do you understand?" The eldest brother tied his ponytail with red silk and touched his head affectionately.

"Okay, it's about time to go." The second brother kicked his calf and waved Han Jingye goodbye: "I'm waiting for the day when we fight side by side!"

Han Yucheng stroked his beard: "Take care all the way."

"Papa, take care too."

The reins flew up, and the two young and bright figures disappeared without a trace.He can't catch it.

Later, Han Jingye went to the battlefield alone.

King Yao dispersed the enemy's firepower, and now the situation is one against ten.He charged desperately, reached the opponent's cannon at the last moment, pushed hard, and turned the cannon around.

Boom!The artillery bombarded the enemy's fortifications.Meanwhile, dozens of soldiers cut off his retreat.

"Avoid!"

Suddenly, a silver light flashed across the man's cheek, and the attack behind him was completely shattered in an instant.His back was pressed against another's back, solid and stubborn.

"It's you." Yao Wang sighed.

Han Jingye picked up the scattered rifle|gun and loaded it: "I will protect you."

......

The battle of Heze was the most tragic and tragic battle in the troubled times.Yao Wang's appearance boosted morale, and miraculously enabled the remaining less than [-] warriors of the Dahe Dynasty to persist for nine days and nine nights, and even once regained control of the main battery.

Both sides suffered heavy casualties, and the city of Blackwater became a huge tomb.

Yin Qingxuan read the battle report and rejected the proposal of the representative of the North Kingdom to transfer troops to Heze.

"Let them go." He closed his eyes.

Until the last moment, King Yao still did not allow the banner of the Dahe Dynasty to be pulled down.

He fell into the arms of Han Jingye, who weighed several bullets, and spit out a mouthful of blood every time he said a word, and his voice was drowned in the ocean of blood:

"For Kaifeng's matter, please forgive Uncle?"

Han Jingye nodded and wiped away the tears on the man's face.This man who had spent his whole life on the battlefield became so weak at this moment. He looked into his heart at this moment, and there was a complex and indescribable emotion and memory buried there.

King Yao held his hand: "I... I will pass on the military talisman to you. From then on, you will inherit my name and become Dahe's general."

Han Jingye acquiesced.

Yao Wang finally let out a long and satisfied sigh of relief.

The cold wind blew through every corner.

"Ride the Horse"

Lyricist: Yanchi/Ye Zhiqiu

riding against the monarch

carrying poems to the end of the world

Su Yiyin thin dust

Yan dusk dyes Changxia

flirt into gossip

I will spend my spare time

Mingyue Mingyue drunk me

drunk me like a bud

The sword pierces the enemy's intestines

Glory to Jinghua

empty for a while

how many people

i borrow my glass

Respond from space to space

drinking talk for a while

But it became difficult to stop

......

The author has something to say:

"Ride the Horse" is a song that I especially like. Xiami can listen to it.As the BGM of the full text, I think it is very good