Rogue with a knife on the right

The Dahe Dynasty ushered in its last autumn.

The Republican Party stumbled all the way, and finally reached Panzhong, which had been occupied by the coalition forces.

The red flag was raised high, and the sunlight was filtered into blood red, and fell on the faces of the charging soldiers.

"Attack his gates!"

"Battalion Commander, which door shall we focus on?"

"What is the main attack? Beat them all to death! If you can't take it down in Panzhong, you will never reach Chaotianjing!"

Flying sand and flying stones, bullets howling, this battle has lasted for six hours, and the Republican Party is still kept out of the city.The soldiers of Bei and Yan sang loudly and neatly on the city wall, feeling quite besieged on all sides.

"Damn it," someone asked, "will support ever arrive?"

"Even if there is no support, we have to fight to the end! Even if we die here, we can't let the Yankees rob our ancestors' land!"

The communication battalion was blown up, and the young liaison officer built a simple device in the trench, trying to distinguish the message in the radio wave.

"They said soon—"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the violent strafing shots fell down again.The soldiers shielded their heads and aimed hard amidst the flying debris, trying to organize a counterattack.

"Fucking son of a bitch, you can't move a step. Xiao Wang covers me!"

A roar tore through his voice, and suddenly, a black cloud appeared in the sky not far away, and the buzzing sound was like an outbreak of a plague of locusts.

"Airplane!" shouted the liaison officer.

Dozens of planes passed by at low altitude, whipping up strong winds and snowflakes, followed by a beautiful upward flight, flying over the city in an instant.

Boom!

The bomb fell, and a corner of the impenetrable city wall was knocked down, showing an old and tired posture.

"It's Dongguo's fighter plane! Reinforcements have arrived!"

The Republicans swarmed up, and occasionally someone looked up and noticed a white horse looming on the top of the slope, and the strong light outlined the silhouette of the man on the horse.

"Who is he?"

I saw the man swooping in with a flick of the rein, and the mighty team was immediately pulled out of the other side of the hillside—countless soldiers, horses, and red flags flying high, surging like waves, which made people feel exhausted. trembling.

"Conquer Pancheng! We will arrive at Chaotianjing in three days!" The leader of the army was dressed in a snowstorm, his amber eyes gleaming.He planted the banner on the city wall and walked through the doorway without a trace of hesitation.

Flower Island is back.

He brought back the Eastern Army and injected a dose of hope into millions of Republicans.

At this moment, he is no longer that heartless rogue, nor is he a pawn who doesn't want to make progress. He can stand on his own and step through thousands of miles of rivers and mountains firmly in the wind and rain.

The world in front of him suddenly became enlightened at this moment.

"Come on!" Someone yelled.

Break through the dark night, break through the ice and snow continent, and struggle to live in this world where despair and hope coexist.

Huashima couldn't remember how many times he was overturned by bombs, and how many times he got up again.When he couldn't get up, someone would always reach out to him. He couldn't remember the appearance of those people, but this power was passed on.

Later, Li Youzhi wrote in his memoirs:

"War is cruel. I saw blood flowing into rivers, corpses strewn across fields, and flesh and blood being torn apart by bullets. Of course, only in times of war can one see the true nature of a nation.

They are always fiery, rough, and irresistible, just like Jiang Tao wrapped in yellow sand.I love this land full of suffering and the thousands of people on the land so much, even the most miserable people on weekdays, when they take up guns to fight for the future, they shine with almost holy brilliance. "

The Panzhong battle was a complete victory.

On the smoky ruins, crows screamed.Soldiers who survived buried the dead.

Dusk stretched the shadow of the flagpole infinitely, and the carts carrying the corpses passed by one after another, accompanied by names that could no longer be heard: "Wang Laosan, from Suzhou, Jiangsu; Chen Jiuchun, from Tancheng, Sichuan. …”

Huadao walked through the devastated streets, and understood why Zhongshan Hou would rather die than let Jinling become like this.

"elder brother."

Just then, he heard a faint call.The body reacted before the brain, and two lines of tears gushed out unexpectedly.

It's a white dog.

The familiar and distant voice seemed to be separated by a century.

"elder brother......"

The bloodied man lay on top of the pile of corpses, breathing heavily like a goldfish.

Hanashima approached him.

The white dog was so thin that only a skeleton remained, wrapped in the black military uniform of Yan Kingdom, showing a helpless wry smile.

Is this the lad who pulls up like the wind?

Is this the guy who shyly said that he was going to get married next spring?

Huadao looked at his Yan State military uniform, and was stabbed in the deepest part of his heart.

The world is ruthless, so ruthless.

The white dog said: "Give me a cigarette." The wind is light and the clouds are calm.

Huashima took out a pack of shriveled "Hope" cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to Baigou's mouth.He moved his lips slightly to hold it, and Huashima ordered it for him.

A wisp of smoke rises in the bloody setting sun.

"Magnificent sunset......"

The white dog took a deep breath, the physical pain disappeared, and he closed his eyes with satisfaction.

"I owe you this life." Huadao sat beside him, watching him quietly.

The man seemed to be asleep, and the cigarette was still burning.

Throughout the ages, a hero has never looked for Sun Zhongmou. The dancing pavilion is always blown away by rain and wind. Setting sun, grass and trees, ordinary lanes, and humane slaves once lived. Back then, Jin Ge and Iron Horse swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger.

Chaotianjing, the imperial city.

The snow is capped, the world is vast, the twelve city gates fell one by one, and the foreign guns and cannons mercilessly revived the sleeping empire.

Beacon Fire Chang'an Road.

The armored vehicles ran over the thousand-year-old bluestone slabs, crossed the Shinto and the Thousand-step Bridge, blew up the Temple of Martial Arts, and smashed the head of the god of war "Wang". They continued to move forward and came to the foot of the red wall of the imperial city.

Warriors guard the city gates.They were all dressed in snow-white, and the ribbons on their foreheads fluttered in the wind.

No one dared to give the order to fire.

The golden dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, on which Emperor Rui'an sat for the last time.

"As long as you come with us, you're still the emperor, just in a different place..." Marquis Anding knelt before the steps, handing over a document with both hands.

"General! You can't go in!"

"General!"

The old eunuch outside the palace screamed, but no one could stop him——

Han Jingye came with a knife in his hand, with black hair, black eyes and black clothes, he looked like a ghost.He slashed at Andinghou, blood gushed out in an instant, the head first flew high into the air, then fell to the ground and rolled, and hit the pillar after a few rounds before settling down.

There, Andinghou's torso was still in a kneeling position.

The man wiped the blood off his face, and stretched out his hand to the shivering young emperor: "Follow me."

"The Dahe Dynasty...is dead, dead." The emperor murmured in a low voice, as if dreaming.Han Jingye couldn't help but pull him off the dragon chair, he stumbled and fell to the ground in a daze.

"stand up!"

Raising his head with tears in his eyes, he asked, "Brother Jing Ye?"

He held his hand tightly, and the two walked through the palace gates, as if the road would never end.When they finally found themselves in the snow, they saw chaos in front of them.

"It's on fire! It's on fire! The Empress Dowager's bedroom is on fire!" The eunuchs and maids hurriedly walked.

The fire spread and swept through three or four palaces in an instant.Looking over at Han Jingye, he saw a flame shining brightly in the sky, and the woman's crazy laughter pierced the flames resoundingly like some kind of ominous curse.

"The old lady is crazy!"

The old eunuch in charge of ceremonies let out a long sigh and threw away the basin in his hand.

No one cared about that crazy old lady anymore, and no one cared about this poor little emperor anymore, everyone fled separately, the palace had never been so lively.

Han Jingye tugged at the emperor: "Let's go."

Step into the snow with one foot deep and one shallow.

"I'm not leaving," he wailed.

"When Kaifeng was alive, I asked me to take good care of you." Han Jingye stared at him: "Do you still remember?"

Hearing this name, the young man in the dragon robe backed away in panic, as if recalling a nightmare: "I didn't give the order to kill my brother!" He roared, wiping his tears with both hands: "I didn't give the order!"

"I know." Just a flat sentence.

"Sorry...sorry, sorry, sorry..." The growl gradually turned into a whimper.

Han Jingye embraced the little emperor, and he cowered under his cloak like a helpless little animal.How many years ago, when Kai Pei just learned to walk, Han Jingye hugged him in the snow like this.

At that time, Kai Feng was also there, Yao Wang was also there, and the brothers were also there.

The man pulled him to a small door and let go: "Let Situ accompany you on the road ahead."

"What about you?"

Don't say anything.

Under the shadow of the red wall, the old man with yellow teeth limped out, his face was wrinkled and he couldn't tell whether he was laughing or crying.

"Fourth prince, this old slave is here to pick you up, let's go." With trembling withered hands, he tied the cloak on the young man, and tied a delicate knot as before.

"Fire the arrows!" shouted the warrior on the city gate.

Tens of thousands of fire arrows rose up, like a grand fireworks.

Amidst the gunpowder smoke, the pony carriage sped out of the city, Kai Pei opened the curtain and looked back until Han Jingye's shadow disappeared.

The black hair and long knife were covered with white snow.

The Republican team went all the way west to Chaotianjing.They smashed through the city gates, tearing a bloody path through the heavily armored Allied armies.

Within a day and within a city, the armies of the three parties were brought together by an irresistible torrent.

The stage is brightly lit, actors from all walks of life come on stage, and the sound of the gong that symbolizes destiny resounds through the sky—look at the samurai staring and raising his voice—the good show has begun.

"team leader......"

In the distance, the glazed tiles of the imperial city shine brightly under the light of the fire. Huadao thinks of Han Jingye: He has never been so far away, but he has never been so close.

"Hua Dao, I will leave Chang'an Road to you," said the battalion commander.

"rest assured."

"Take care of yourself."

"You too." Huadao gave him a neat military salute.

The battalion commander also raised his right hand and tilted it under the brim of his hat, then turned his horse's head and galloped eastward.

The troops are divided into two groups.

The long street leads directly to the center of the imperial city, with the flames of war on both sides and the sound of gunfire like rain.The boundless heavy snow blurred the vision, and those who penetrated the snow curtain and the raging fire were the figures of Dahe's last warriors.

At this moment, he felt an unknown tremor.

"Open fire!" Huashima fired a gun into the sky.

wait for me.

wait for me.

wait for me.

The author has something to say:

Please repeat "Ride the Horse" in order to substitute emotions hahahaha, the following is the end chapter