Zhou Ziqian did not enter the city, and Lin Ji adopted the way of a cultivator, and he had already swept into the city with just one rise and fall.

For the people who suddenly appeared on the city wall, Lin Jiajun was obviously wary, and turned to the city wall in unison.

Lin Ji looked a little lonely standing on the city wall, with a long white cloth tied around his waist, swaying in the cold wind of Longxi City, full of desolation.

The soldiers standing closest to him at the head of the city, their faces were sad, and some of their eyes were red and swollen from crying, but they still stood conscientiously at their posts.

When they were about to raise the Canghai Knife in their hands, they suddenly realized that this face was so familiar.

"World ...... "The closest soldier to Lin Ji is a boy who looks similar to his age, and unlike Lin Ji, although his face is a little murderous, he is still a little immature.

Lin Ji didn't speak, but inadvertently glanced at the head of the reckless soldier who was hanging on the city wall, and his eyes showed wireless hatred.

"Shizi. The guards at the head of the east wall, after confirming that the person wearing filial piety on his body was his own son, knelt down in unison, and many people cried again.

"Everyone, please get up. Lin Ji can't afford to be such a big gift from everyone. The people present are all veterans of my Lin family's army, and I won't say anything else, but what I want to tell you is that what they imposed on us, I will make them repay it a thousand times over. Lin Ji's hand pointed firmly at the dense army behind him, and did not say another word.

"Shizi. Bi Kongqing, who got the news, had already rushed over, standing in the corner of the city wall, listening to Lin Ji's words quietly, and his eyes slowly turned red.

Lin Ji held up the elder in front of him with both hands, this young general who was only thirty years old, was already full of exhaustion, and even grew gray hair in just a few days, Wuhou's sudden death, and the burden of 40,000 Lin family troops pressed on him, and even made him a little breathless.

"Uncle Bi. Lin Ji didn't know what to say, and looked at each other's scarlet eyes and hugged each other tightly.

The soldiers simply set up a mourning hall on the city lord's mansion in Longxi City for the soldiers who wanted to come to mourn.

From afar, you can see smoke and incense wafting out of the mourning hall, and at the same time, there is a faint sound of choking and crying.

Bi Kongqing silently walked towards the mourning hall, took two steps, he suddenly realized, looked back, but found that Bi Kongqing was standing in place in a daze, looking at the mourning hall, but did not take a step to follow.

Lin Ji's face looked very pale, and for some reason, he looked at the mourning hall where the fireworks were wafting and crying, and he was a little scared in his heart, afraid to see the person who should be standing there, but now he was lying there.

Bi Tianqing sighed and said, "Let's go." As he spoke, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Lin Ji's body moved, sighed, and walked up.

The closer he got to the Lingjing Hall, the stronger the breath of the fireworks, and the sound of choking and crying became clearer and clearer, and he couldn't tell whose cries they were, just intertwined in the Lingjingtang, Lin Ji suddenly discovered the importance of Lin Jinrong to the Lin family's army, and the soldiers who had not even seen Lin Jinrong a few times knelt in the center of the mourning hall and cried.

Smoke and smoke filled.

In the center of the mourning hall is a large iron cauldron with flames burning inside, and the soldiers who come to pay their respects put paper money into the iron pot.

When they saw Lin Ji coming, they all retreated silently, and Xing Lao, who was standing on the side, reached out and grabbed a handful of paper money from the paper tube next to him and stuffed it into Lin Ji's hand, but he didn't look at Lin Ji head-on.

Lin Ji took the paper money handed over, threw it into the iron cauldron, squeezed out a few smiles from the corners of his mouth, looked at Xing Lao, and said, "I know you did your best, so you don't have to blame yourself." ”

Xing Lao's back to Lin Ji's body trembled slightly a few times, and finally nodded.

Lin Ji finally moved his gaze to Lin Jinrong who was lying in the center of the lobby, and then couldn't move away.

Lin Jinrong's body was changed into a set of Confucian robes that he usually wore, which was the one he wore when Lin Ji left Canghai City, and the blood on his chest was also treated very cleanly, and he looked very peaceful.

Lin Ji finally couldn't hold back the tears in front of him anymore and began to cry.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Ji's voice seemed to be hoarse, so he stopped, and then there seemed to be a trace of perseverance in his eyes.

He tightened the filial piety belt around his waist in the eyes of everyone, and kowtowed three times in front of the mourning hall.

Then Lin Ji walked to the spirit bed, carefully picked up Lin Jinrong's body, and tied it to his body.

Then he calmly walked out of the mourning hall, stood on the huge square in front of the city lord's mansion, and shouted: "Lin Jiajun's sons, let's go home." ”

"Go home, go home!!" the entire Longxi City repeated a sentence, as if the 100,000 army surrounding Longxi City did not exist.

At this moment, there is no rise and fall of human beings in their hearts, no prosperity of the country, only Canghai City.

Then Lin Ji saw Ye Yang Eleven, who was standing at the end of the square, walking slowly towards him.

"It's unfortunate. Ye Yang Eleven stood beside Lin Ji, glanced at Lin Jinrong behind Lin Ji and said.

"Were you there when my father died?"

"No, I heard that Da Mang used three swords in order to kill Wuhou. And Ning Cheng's one was the deadliest. Ye Yang Shiyi looked at this person who was vastly different from Lin Ji who was in his prime when he left the academy, and he seemed to be a little unaccustomed to it.

"Then he will be the first person to die on my way to revenge. Feng Xiao Jian on his waist seemed to feel Lin Ji's anger, and actually buzzed after Lin Ji's words fell.

Ye Yang Shiyi had no doubt about Lin Ji's words, and was even shocked into a cold sweat by the murderous aura coming from his body.

"You're one step ahead of me after all. Ye Yang Shiyi patted Lin Ji's shoulder and said.

"Maybe. ”

The air in Longxi City at the end of summer is still cold, and the cold wind seems to be mixed with snowflakes hitting people's faces. Lin Ji silently walked on the road leading to the western city wall, and then more and more people gathered behind him, densely packed.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of reckless soldiers, the east gate of Longxi City was slowly opened.

Lin Ji jumped onto Lin Jirong's war horse, pulled out the Feng Xiao sword at his side, and raised it to the sky.

Di Yun saw the appearance of the horse clearly, saw the person sitting on the horse, and swallowed and foamed a little nervously.

"Shrink the troops, stop them, can't let them out of the city, and kill the man who is not wearing armor. As soon as Di Yun's general orders came out, one military order after another was passed down in an orderly manner. The reckless army changed formations at a rapid pace, showing their outstanding qualities.

Lin Ji didn't give any battle orders, he just urged the war horse under his crotch to keep approaching the reckless camp.

And the tens of thousands of Lin family troops behind them are also the same as the sons in front of them.

Lin Ji moved his father behind him to his shoulder, and after making sure that he didn't fall, he whispered, "Father, the child will take you home." ”

The war horse under Lin Ji seemed to have received an order from its master, and after Lin Ji's words fell, it rushed towards the reckless camp with an unbeatable speed.

Behind him, the thousands of cavalry of the Lin family army followed their descendants fearlessly and walked on the way home.

Lin Ji rushed into the vast reckless soldiers like a dragon entering the sea, Feng Xiaojian was like a scythe harvesting life under the instillation of his essence, but it took the lives of more than a dozen people in an instant, and a puff of blood snowflakes erupted on the huge battlefield, like a boat swaying in the ocean, and Lin Ji's face was still calm.

With Lin Ji as the arrowhead, the Lin family army followed the footsteps of the prince and strangled with the enemy, rushing, rushing, and advancing again.

The war is cruel, and in this kind of large-scale war, morale plays a vital role, with a mournful momentum, this Lin family army, which has been trapped in Longxi City for half a month, has exerted more combat power than before.