Jinling River Bank.

Shot after shot of the Qin family flag.

Standing on the dark pillar in the wall of the river embankment, there is no style of hunting like a drum in the past, like a dying old man, struggling to hold up the last glory.

Sweeping views of the river.

Thousands of miles long river water, waves rolling.

Qin Lie, who traveled along the river, relived the past 80 years of life, he always thought that he was illustrious, his power was tilted in all directions, and he had an epiphany when he was about to return to his roots.

The years are merciless.

Having pursued power for most of his life, he originally felt that his fate was in control of himself.

Pity......

"Whether it is a century-old genius or a thousand years of heroism, in terms of the long river of time, it is just a bunch of rootless duckweed, where the wind goes, where it floats, it is not up to one's own life. ”

You see.

I once walked alone in Jinling, one person under ten thousand people.

Now, it is difficult to escape the pressure of the soldiers, and the old man is ordered to make his own judgment public.

I don't see the magnificent scenery of the sunset and the lonely bird flying together, the river and the water are the same color as the sky, only the black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it, and the cruel picture of the golden scales of the armor light opening to the sun.

The elite division from the Hua royal family, the first batch of troops has already waved north, standing on the side of the river embankment and looking at it from afar, you can clearly see at a glance that the water level is soaring.

Boom, boom, boom!

The drums of war beat.

Since the ups and downs of the river, the aftermath has shaken nine days and ten places, and the murderous atmosphere is full of wilderness.

After that, this historical and cultural ancient city that has carried 800 years of wind and moon and witnessed the rise and fall of many dynasties, the atmosphere plummeted and it was cold.

In the dark, there seems to be a big hand covering the sky, poking out from the depths of the dark clouds, and then ruthlessly covering the entire Jinling City.

Maybe the next second.

Maybe it will take longer, a slap will fall, and the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties will be completely wiped out.

"The birthday banquet is about to begin, and it's time for the prince to move. ”

The old monk walking side by side, reciting Amitabha Buddha and reminding.

Qin Lie turned his gaze back and said a side word, "You and I have known each other for many years, although we have intersected with each other, we have never known the law name of the host, and today we ......."

The old monk raised his head and smiled, reproducing the appearance of kindness and kindness in the past, "The old monk called the dragon." ”

Qin Lie's heart shook slightly, and he didn't say much.

"Lord, please take a seat. ”

One before and one after the other.

Walk across the embankment and into the city.

At this time, the shoreline soared by three points, and the 200,000 vanguard troops swept in under the banner of the Hua royal family, and Jinling was powerless to stop it.

Rumble!

Boom!

It is the sound of war drums hunting, deafening, fluttering in the wind from the front-end embankment, until this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, all the people are panicking.

An old alley for an old man.

A portal that is not wealthy, slowly opens a bunch of gaps from the inside, and in the courtyard, the lights of the world flicker.

The old man, who was not good-looking and had a stiff figure, took his grandson's fleshy little hand and stepped out of the threshold.

The old man looked up at the sky, and the black clouds were pressing down on the city, and his face was about to be blackened.

"Grandpa, is it going to rain?"

A four- or five-year-old child, with big watery eyes and a milky voice.

"Yes. ”

The old man squatted down, carefully smoothed his grandson's clothes, and explained, "You stay at home well, grandpa is going to go on a long trip, it will probably take a long, long time." ”

"For a long, long time, for how long?"

You can't come back, right?!

The old man stood up, staring at his grandson's back, smiling charitentially.

Wait, the portal closes.

The old man has a breeze on his sleeves, looks up and laughs to the sky, how can my generation be a penny person!

Born in Jinling and died in Jinling, the Hua royal family with millions of soldiers watched each other, threatening to break up this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties and remove it from now on?

Is it true that the laity and others are lambs to the slaughter?

The old man strode forward generously, and then more and more doors were opened, and more and more figures, majestic and high-spirited, swore to fight for their homeland.

Heroes are always nameless!

"Su Niang, you don't have to prepare my dinner tonight, you take care of yourself. ”

The poor and elegant emaciated young man bent over, put his ear to his wife's belly, and listened softly, the pregnancy was a few months old and about to give birth, and the stinky boy was becoming more and more dishonest.

The woman who was about to give birth was alone at the door, hiding her face and sobbing.

Is it that this time, no one will stand at dusk with me, no one will ask me about the porridge, no one will turn off the lights with me, and no one will accompany me for the rest of my life?

"Let's go. ”

The emaciated young man turned around in a dashing manner, his expression was resolute, but he just walked, and his tears finally got out of control, and the dignified man cried on his back.

"Su Niang, after the child is born, let's call Jingzhong. ”

The young half of his life was full of poetry and books, living in poverty, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life in such a muddy nightmare, hoping that the child would succeed in his studies in the future and grow up.

Considers.

An unprecedented catastrophe swept through Jinling.

Except for the Qin royal family, as well as the Gu family, the rebellion of the major local famous families, the silent silence, did not regard this hot land as their home at all.

"I, I don't have any great skills, I have a bit of backbone, and I don't know how much money is worth in the eyes of your group of famous local families?"

The bones of the world.

Vividly.

Die to defend your homeland, don't be ashamed, even if you are skinny, when the soldiers of the Hua royal family press the border, you should always be able to stop one or two words of thieves from landing on the shore, right?

The wind on the windowsill blows slowly.

Murong Xiong, who was silent, looked at himself in the mirror, glad that he was still strict with himself over the years, and he was still majestic after being retired from the army for many years.

Murong Anran was holding a set of military uniforms, biting his lower lip with tears in his eyes.

"Jinling is my home, and it is also the place where countless heroic souls are buried, and outsiders are not allowed to make things happen indiscriminately, riding on their heads to show off their might. ”

Murong Xiong unbuttoned his suit and signaled to his only daughter, Murong Anran.

Murong Anran trembled and unfolded, and in front of him, he didn't know how many years of army uniforms had been treasured by his father, and stepped forward.

Arms outstretched.

At this moment, he looked solemn.

It seems to dream back to the year, the picture of the first enlistment, the blue sky and the white sun, and the yellow sand is fierce.

"The former Beiye Group Army, veteran Murong Xiong, asked to fight. ”

Soldiers are for the country and the family, and it is their duty to do their best and die.

Even if you have been out of the army for many years.

When one day, his homeland is about to be eroded, he is still willing to stand up resolutely and stop it with his flesh and blood.

There are no regrets in dying.

Not for anything else, just because he was a soldier!

Jinling River Bank.

Outside is the roaring, rolling thousands of waves, and the stretching highway separated by a wall is an ordinary figure, arm around arm, step in.

The major local celebrities chose to remain silent or defect.

More are secretly waiting for the fall of the Qin royal family, and then rush to ruthlessly carve up the Qin family's industry to welcome the advent of the new era.

Only these ordinary flesh and blood bodies stood up one after another.

Jinlingjiang Center.

The drums of war are like thunder.

The mottled walls that have carried a hundred years are trembling, and the slightly weak places are beginning to crack out spiderweb-like lines, and the crisis is gradually getting worse......