In the ninth year of the Dragon Holy Ancestor, the eighth day of the lunar month.

Mobei, Evil Dragon Ridge. The snow had just fallen last night, and the whole mountain was dyed a silvery white. The wind was strong, Yin Tieyi tightened the clothes on his body, and stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands in his hands. In the distance, between the silver and white mountains, the camp tents are undulating, like the Han Mausoleum on the Xianyang Plain of Chang'an.

It has been three full years since the battle of Canglan Mountain, and there is now no one in ten of the 50,000 strong soldiers. In order to divert the enemy army and cover the return of the Holy Ancestor to the court, tens of thousands of soldiers were buried in other places. For three years, the Night King has always followed closely like a maggot attached to a bone, and the brothers are unwilling to deviate from it to survive alone. Now that the 3,500 hot-blooded brothers are trapped in this treacherous mountain, and under the ridge is the Night King's 100,000 army, and it seems that there is no way back to their hometown. Since the former Han Dynasty, Shanrong has repeatedly violated the border, and how many loyal and righteous people have thrown this blood on this 100,000-mile frontier in order to protect their homeland. I can't say it, today I will lead a group of brothers to fight to the death to be loyal.

In the Chinese military tent, a man in black armor stood behind the handsome case according to his sword, and more than a dozen sturdy men stood on both sides of each armor, and the aura of slaughter permeated the tent.

"The brothers have followed Yin to fight in Mobei for three years, fighting in swords all day long, rolling in flesh and blood, and the Night King has followed step by step over the years, but he has never been willing to fight to the death, but he has the intention of surrendering. It's just that we and other good men stand between heaven and earth, how can we commit such a treasonous and unrighteous act of leaving home and being disloyal? Now the night king Chen Bingling is under the mountain, and we can be captured in one fell swoop when we are exhausted of food and hunger. At that time, it will not be up to me to wait for the battle or surrender. It's just that I, Yin, can't do what he wants, now that three years have passed, since the Night King has never refused to leave, I think that Shanrong and my Tianlong have not had a big war, the Holy Ancestor must have returned to the capital safely, and our mission has been accomplished, and today I will have a happy battle with the Night King, and let those thieves see the blood of my Tianlong man. Yin Tieyi looked around at the generals. The big tent was silent, and the only thing that responded to him was the resolute and unrepentant gaze.

"Bring the wine!" Yin Tieyi snorted.

"Drink this bowl of death wine with all the kings today, and those who are still alive after today are brothers in life and death, and they must support each other to turn back to the dragon, and make the world known what they have experienced here, and they will not be in vain with these many good heads. It doesn't matter if you can't leave, let's reorganize the army and horses on the Huangquan Road, and the ghost domain will be dominant from now on. ”

The generals agreed with a bang, drank the wine, and slammed their glasses to the ground...

In the sixth year of the Dragon Holy Ancestor, the tenth day of the seventh month of Chang'an

It was the middle of summer, the weather was so hot that it was like a fire, although it was nearly noon, there was not a single pedestrian on the street, the plane trees on both sides of Suzaku Street drooped their branches and leaves, and from time to time they shook listlessly twice, and the sun made the street white and bright, as if they had just splashed water, and only knew that they were crying tirelessly.

Suddenly, a gong sounded at the end of the long street, and with the sound of gongs, footsteps, cries, shouts, and discussions became noisy. The whole long street seemed to be boiling all at once. In the distance, figures flickered, several opening signs appeared, blurred by the heat of the street, and a team of horses followed, and two lines of sergeants pressed dozens of large carts to sparkle forward. In those carts were many men and women, young and old, in brocade clothes and robes, and there were still women holding their babies in swaddling clothes and curled up in a corner. The men and women were shackled, with only one head exposed on the roof of the car, and their neatly groomed hair was now unkempt and covered with rotten vegetables and sundries. It's just that the eyes of these heads are all fearless and awe-inspiring, as if they are not going to die, but like going on an expedition.

There is a square outside Guang'an Gate, and there are no trees, flowers and plants around, even taller buildings. This square has a resounding, righteous name: "Demon Field". At this moment, there were 100 people kneeling in the square, and next to each of them stood a big man, with a red scarf and a red shirt, holding a steel knife. These big men specialize in executions every day, and their hearts are already as hard as ice, but when they look at these criminals today, they somehow feel a little panicked in their hearts, even the hand that catches the knife is not as stable as before.

On the high platform, an ochre-robed official looked up at the sky, picked up a scarf and wiped the sweat on his face vigorously, but the weather was too hot, and he wiped layer after layer, and the sweat meandered and flowed, merging into streams between the neck fat, and pouring downward, making the official keep lifting his robe and shaking endlessly. I don't know if I was muttering something or cursing when my mouth opened and closed.

The square was bustling with many people, some of them expressionless but mere spectators, some of them gloating and pointing at them, and some of them biting their lips with sad faces. Some people whispered something and argued about something, and from time to time they looked up and looked around, as if they were afraid that someone would hear it.

"Knock-" The drum sounded, and in a teahouse more than ten feet away from the square, a big hand crushed the porcelain cup. The lightning flashed in the liquor shop, and the long knife was half-unsheathed, but it was held down by the other hand.

In the courtyard, a green mountain man stood with his hands in his hands and looked in the direction of the square, with guilt, relief, hatred, sadness, and triumph in his eyes: "Are you ready?"

There was no one in the whole room, and it was quiet only to hear the sound of the hourglass, and I didn't know who the man was talking to. Suddenly, a faint voice sounded in the shadows by the window: "Don't worry, if they dare to come today, none of them will want to escape." Congratulations to God for finally getting your wish. ”

The man didn't say anything more, and there was a sharp glint in his eyes.

"Are there any relatives and friends who have come to see off the prisoners?" asked the ochre-robed officer, panting, wiping his sweat. It seemed that these few words had taken him a lot of energy.

No one answered for four miles, and three times in a row, but no one answered, and the official was about to sit down. Suddenly, a person came out of the crowd and shouted, "Yes!"

This sound was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the people around him were silent, and a famous executioner grew his mouth as if he had seen some monster, and the official stood in place for a while before asking: "Who are you? What is your relationship with these traitors?" Reply carefully, don't make a mistake about yourself. ”

The man was dressed in cloth, and when he heard the words, he was slightly stunned, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and he took a step forward and replied: "Returning to the words of the envoy, the student is only a scholar, although he is not in the temple, he also knows the people's suffering. In the hundreds of years since the former Han Dynasty, Nashan Rong has repeatedly violated the border, burning, killing and looting, and the people in the border area are miserable. Since the founding of Tianlong, the king of Hanhai has often fought on the border, fighting more than 100 battles. Go deep into the Dayin Mountain to pursue thousands of miles, and behead the king of Xiaopeng in the Yanzhi River Valley. The Night King was outside Changping Pass and beheaded tens of thousands in a battle. Only then did we have the peaceful scene of the border in recent years. Now although he has committed treason to the country and defected to the enemy, King Hanhai has always made some achievements for the country and the people over the years, and now a hundred and ten people are going to Huangquan, how can I not send it?"

Seeing that he was hesitant, the ochre-robed official had already contempt, and did not want these words to be impassioned and loud. The ochre-robed official opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, and besides, there were still many people around, and at this time they were all as indifferent as they had been at first, and there was already a commotion in the crowd. The official forced himself to calm his mind and said loudly: "King Hanhai has made some achievements over the years, and the imperial court is not completely careless. Seeing that you have some loyalty and courage, the official will fulfill you, come to someone, and bring wine. ”

The scholar straightened his clothes, walked a few steps, knelt opposite the others, picked up the wine bowl and shouted, "You have a good journey", and drank it all. The scholar was obviously not used to drinking, and his face turned red with such a way of drinking, and the liquor stained the placket of his chest wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was wine or tears. The executioner took the kernel of the prisoner's mouth and fed the wine to the people. These men, who were usually fierce and vicious, moved much softer at this time.

"Knock-" The drum sounded twice, and the surrounding sergeants stepped forward to persuade the scholar to leave, and drove the surrounding people farther away. Several Tsing Yi officials took the books and went down to verify their identities with the crowd.

As the drums sounded, the shadows under the eaves and trees around the square seemed to wriggle and gather. Teahouses, wine shops, and inns, one after another figures have rushed to the window, but they dare not and can't bear to push open the window.

The officials checked their identities and turned around one by one. The executioner threw the signs behind the prisoner's neck one by one, and the ghost-headed knife shone in the scorching sun. The square of Nuoda was silent, although it was dog days, but it was cold and made people shiver.

"Knock-" The drum beat again, and the ochre-robed official threw down a token.

There was a sudden flash in the air, the sun was still shining, and in an instant, the clouds were thick, and the north wind blowing from nowhere, whimpering and rolling up large snowflakes, calling out to flood the square...