The red-hot brazier couldn't warm Su Guangfu's icy body, he knew that his time was short, and said to Su Duhan seriously: "I'm sorry, I took away your father and involved you in this turmoil when you were young." If there is an afterlife, we pray to each other that we will never meet again. ”

Su Duhan was speechless for a long time, the corners of his lips moved silently for a long time, and Fang said slowly: "It's not all about Mr., it's also because I was blinded by something." If there is a mistake, we will open each other in five or five, and we will not owe each other. ”

Su Guangfu finally showed a pale smile, and then struggled to blow out the light on the kang table.

The room was dark, and the snow outside the window was particularly bleak. Su Guangfu said to Su Duhan in a hoarse voice: "The merits and demerits are all fleeting, let's just wait for the coffin to be decided." Master, let's say goodbye, I'm too tired and want to get some sleep. ”

Su Duhan exited the room as he said and gently closed the door of Su Guangfu's room.

As expected, Jingtang Guanzhong was not in good condition, and the granary bottomed out three days ago. Tong Dahai and others had no good solution, and they had already begun to kill horses and spend the day with grassroots.

The soldiers, who usually regarded the horses as their brothers, were saddened to see their companions fall under their butcher's knives. The day before yesterday, a soldier was holding his dying horse and crying, vowing not to eat his mount.

The Jingtang Pass was stormy, and the morale of the army was already unstable. 30,000 soldiers have been with Su Guangfu day and night, there are both Su clan members and the old department of the Millennium Sect, how can he be willing to go to Huangquan with these soldiers.

Even though Su Guangfu's heart is higher than the sky, he also knows that he is at the end of his rope. By the faint light of the snow, he owed his body again, and laboriously grabbed the paper and pen on the kang table and dragged it in front of him.

In the miserable white snow, Su Guangfu picked up the pen with a trembling right hand and wrote a big word "descending" on the snow-white rice paper as his last words.

The wind slapped on the thick cotton curtain, and there was a sound of wind from far and near, and Su Guangfu was cold for a while. Knowing that his limit was approaching, Su Guangfu put down his pen in despair, and bowed a few times in the direction of Yuping Mountain.

Another mouthful of blood gushed wildly, spraying on his thin green shirt. Su Guangfu coughed weakly a few times, his head hung down quietly, and there was no movement anymore.

A generation of heroes died of remorse, helplessness, hunger and cold, and it is also compassionate.

Besides, Su Duhan withdrew from the door and stood alone not far from the camp, looking at the lights of those shadows and pupils, looking at the continuous wind and snow, his heart was also mixed, and the sourness of despair lingered no matter what.

On the day when the 30,000 army from Xixia fell from the sky, he figured out the cause and effect.

It must have been the Goryeo Kingdom that had reached an agreement with Xixia earlier, which not only cut off the grain and grass of Jingtang Pass, making Jingtang Pass completely an isolated city, but also allowing Xixia to borrow from Goryeo State, so that the army would come so unknowingly.

I don't know whose handiwork this strategy came from, Su Duhan was a little sympathetic. Looking at the map many times, he also had the idea of borrowing the road from Goryeo and returning to Xixia, and he also discussed it carefully with Su Guangfu.

Gao Li resolutely severed the connection with Jingtang Pass, and also wiped out all Su Guangfu's previous hopes, he was filled with grief and anger, and his health deteriorated.

Su Duhan glanced back at Su Guangfu's residence slightly, hatred and pity were intertwined in his heart, and finally turned his head resolutely. Now that Fang has said goodbye, he doesn't have to behave in a cozy manner, and the others here have nothing to do with him, Su Duhan has a germination of intentions, and he doesn't want to stay here for a moment.

He strode back into the room, took out the eagle kite hidden under the bed, and examined the solid bamboo and wooden squares on it again. The eagle stretched out its wings, and the position of the wings and talons was equipped with a stainless steel bracelet and anklet.

The heavier the wind and snow, the snow particles hit the face coldly, like a piece of flying gravel, and the vision was blurred within a few steps. Su Duhan picked up a windproof lantern and quietly climbed the city wall of Jingtang Pass through the snow.

Although there were soldiers stationed on the city wall, they were all exhausted after days of hard work and exhaustion. Their expressions were a little wooden, and they looked at Su Duhan stepping forward, but they just saluted from a distance.

Xixia's army was camped less than two miles away from Jingtang Pass, the wind carried the snow, and the aroma of barbecue and wine drifted up the city wall with gusts of barbecue and wine, and the loud singing of the soldiers in Xixia's camp could be heard in the distance, obviously full of morale.

Everything is in stark contrast, the soldiers guarding the city in Jingtang have the strength to hold their swords, and their faces can't hide the hunger in their stomachs, and they are even more haggard.

Su Guangfu was very right, this battle did not have to start a battle to lose the game, as long as Xixia's army surrounded it for a few more days, the horses in the city would be killed, and Jingtang Pass would be defeated without a fight.

Sadness and guilt, remorse, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined, looking at these innocent soldiers, thinking that they would all die in vain, Su Duhan felt for the first time that he and his father's hearts were so connected.

"Father, if I could turn back time, I would honestly take the spear in your hand and guard this place in the border city for you. It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, and those who are sons are not qualified to ask for your forgiveness. ”

Su Duhan muttered to himself in his heart, he quietly chose a hidden place, carefully re-fixed the kite, and then fixed his hands and feet in the bracelet and ankle ring, ready to ride against the wind.

"Su Duhan, what are you going to do?" A dim yellow lantern suddenly lit up dozens of feet away, reflecting Su Duran's hideous face.

Su Duran walked like a fly, rushing towards Su Duhan, and the gloomy words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "If it is not my race, its heart will be different." You have the filthy blood of the Xixia royal family on your body, which is to insult the blood of the Great Zhou royal family. Now that the catastrophe is coming, you will not live and die with your brothers, but will flee alone, what a coward. ”

Su Du smiled coldly, and hurriedly stepped on the battlements of the city wall: "Everyone has their own ambitions, brother, I have said goodbye to Mr. Guangfu, and now I will say goodbye to you." The mountains are high and the water is long, and there will be no time in the future. ”

Seeing that Su Duran was about to pounce in front of him, Su Duhan faced the howling north wind, jumped down in the air, and threw himself into the snowstorm. With the power of the kite flying, he manipulated the rope in his hand and began to float out of the city.

Su Duran was half a step too late, didn't catch his arm, and only had time to tear a small piece of oiled paper cloth on the kite. He gritted his teeth in hatred. After eating, he tore off a piece of his clothes, and then quickly knocked over the lantern, and poured fire and oil on his clothes.

The feather arrows wrapped in the flames of the clothes rose into the air and shot straight at Su Duhan, who was flying against the wind.