Outside the rest of the city, the iron horsemen of the Yin Kingdom who came out of the battle to the death witnessed this thousand-year-old city falling into the flames of the gods.

The soldiers looked at the word "rest" on the gate of the city, which was scorched by the flames, and wondered what it meant to rest.

The capital of Yinguo at the beginning was not intended to be built in Lin'an, but Weizhou, Lin'an was originally meant to be temporarily settled, and then for some reason it was not relocated to Weizhou, and the Chu royal family of the past dynasties also lived and worked in Lin'an City

The resting city probably takes the meaning of peace and stability and self-improvement, and the name of the royal capital is also full of the emperor's hope for the country and the people.

Now with the Yinguo Iron Cavalry coming to the city, the city of rest is really as it literally means, the city will rest in peace......

The soldiers were eager to attack the city now, but they seemed to be blocked by force majeure, and seeing that the city of Rest was ahead, they could only watch the city fall into ruin, but there was nothing they could do.

The countless treasures and princely women in the city of rest will die under the divine flames, compared to the explosion that occurred in the city of rest a hundred years ago, the power of the Eastern Emperor Bell can form a red halo in the clouds, and from time to time there are meteor-like flames towards the city, and the explosion in the sky still does not stop.

These surviving soldiers witnessed the demon capture the third prince of Chu, and launched an attack on the soldiers in various unimaginable situations, such a scene would become a nightmare for the rest of the survivors' lives, watching the soldiers on the side be burned to ashes by the golden flames one by one, and melt together with the iron armor on it.

But an unimaginable reversal occurred, and a fairy woman from the clouds roared and attacked the demon, using two long swords to sweep away the divine flames that ordinary people could not touch, and finally slew the demon.

In the end, the whole army of the Wind Eagle Iron Cavalry descended and hedged against the 20,000 Thundering Cavalry, and the tragic and tragic scene can only be described as a river of blood.

In any case, in the end, this war was won by their Yin country, but the price paid was so high that some people wished to commit suicide now, die with their companions, and the physical and psychological shadows made them suffer.

What if they win, it's just a walk from a burning canyon into a burning city.

It's the same on the outside as it is on the inside!

When they finally came to their senses, they saw the third prince of Chu holding a sharp sword in his hand, riding a black horse and slowly walking in the direction of the city of rest, the young man did not charge on horseback, did not raise his sword, nor roared, the solemnity on his face reminded them of His Majesty the Emperor.

They didn't stop him from moving forward, they just felt that the young man's back was so ...... Exhaustion.

In the city of rest, some people hugged their heads and cried, some people ran around, some people had nowhere to return, the divine flame on the clouds fell on the roof, splashing a large field of sparks, the mother held the child and cried and prayed, the gorgeous and expensive carriage ran over them, the nobles fleeing in the carriage just felt that the wheels were jolting, and scolded and lifted the curtain to look at the flames falling from the clouds, praying that they could be there

Survive this disaster.

"Boom !!"

The gates are cracked open inch by inch!

People invariably looked in the direction of the city gate, there was no Yinguo Iron Horse as they imagined, the city gate that weighed tens of thousands of catties and was about ten zhang high still collapsed, the person who built the city gate said a big disrespectful word to the emperor, even if the city fell into artillery fire, and then was burned to ashes by the enemy's flames, the city gate will still stand, the emperor smiled at that time, and then let people drag the people who built the city gate out and kill them.

The Emperor believed that the gates were strong enough to keep out the battering rams and artillery of the invaders, and that his city would last forever, that the gates would not be breached, and that the enemy's war would not burn the city of rest.

But at this time, the first to be breached was the city gate, they were Yanfu people, they had lived in this city all their lives, they all had faith in the country, even when they learned that the people of Yinguo had taken Huaiquan and attacked Storm Valley directly, they never thought about leaving this city, they thought so before, and they are like this today.

Their lives and deaths are in the city of rest.

Treason was a very serious crime in their childhood, more than it was to be exceeded, and to make an alliance with the enemy was the greatest of the greatest crimes, and King Huailing was the first to break this iron rule, and after his death he would be punished with the most severe punishment by his ancestors!

But now most of the people in the city have gone to see their ancestors.

The faces of the people were extremely pale and their hearts were extremely painful.

There is an old man with a horizontal knife in front of the city gate!

The old man's name is Zhao Yichu, he is seventy years old, and he used to be Yan Fu's protector general, but now his white hair is fluttering in the firelight.

His family has been in the army for seven generations, and in this life he has given birth to five sons, and five sons have given birth to twenty-three grandchildren.

Now all his children and grandchildren are dead, his sons died on the Yunjian River, and his grandsons died under the city of Jingnan.

He's the last man.

The old man exhaled a heavy breath, he was going to die today, and he didn't care.

The Sabbath will serve as his best coffin.

The sound of horses' hooves came from the city gate, and the white-armored young man appeared under the city gate with a long sword in his hand, and the fire phoenix blew his snow-white cloak!

What a pleasure!

On both sides of the street, dense Yanfu soldiers flocked to it.

Holding a swallow knife, he rushed to the old man's side and surrounded the youth group.

In the thick smoke and dust, everyone clearly saw that the pair of dark purple eyes were reflected in everyone's eyes through the heavy eye dust!

The Three Princes of Da Yin!

Chu instantly summoned in the direction where the palace was located.

In his right hand, he carried the dragon finch sword.

Someone ran to the direction less than fifty steps away from Chu Xianzhao with a pale face, and said in a loud voice: "Stop, stop coming! Immediately leave the rest city a hundred steps away!"

The next moment, everyone heard an extremely dull voice, and the man was like a kite on a falling line

Falling on the roof, dying!

Chu Xianzhao was still standing in his original position, pointing his sword forward.

"In Xia Dayin, the third prince Chu Xuanzhao, who should stop me!" Chu Xuanzhao said in a low voice.

The boy then unloaded his armor, his movements were extremely slow, and the nail pieces fell to the ground with a bang, like the echo of a death knell.

Clothes like snow are instantly called!

Soon.

White will turn red.

The old man roared with a horizontal sword: "After my death, who can guard the city gate for my country!"

Chu Xianzhao pulled the corners of his mouth and began to charge on his horse!

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In the Valley of Storms, the young man in black armor took the handwritten letter handed to him by the soldier, the young prince had entered the city alone, and he left himself a bloody letter written in blood.

The young man looked up to the sky and wept, blood almost oozing from his fingers.

My brother's handwriting is beautiful.

"Why didn't you stop him?"

Chu Ying looked up to the sky and asked himself, lifting the iron halberd in his hand.

Meng Yu threw down the iron helmet on his head, looked at his students with a heavy face, shook his head, and said, "The Third Prince has already entered the city. ”

Chu Yingyang's face was extremely ugly, he turned his spear tightly and turned on the horse, Meng Yu grabbed his reins and said in a hard tone: "What do you want to do, go and die?"

"If I don't go...... My brother is dying. ”

Meng Yu added: "The third prince will not die." ”

Chu Yingyang sneered, "No?!"

The young man suddenly became angry and said: "Father asked you to chop off the head of the dragon by yourself, you are really stupid to go alone! That old bastard told you to die, why don't you die! Why didn't you tell me!"

Meng Yu pulled him off his horse and said angrily: "Chu Yingyang! What can you do now?! Our battlefield is here!"

Chu Yingyang finally calmed down and said calmly: "If my younger brother dies in the city of rest, Lao Tzu will not only slaughter the emperor of Yanfu, but also the emperor of the Yinguo......!

Wang Xi silently pressed on Meng Yu's shoulder, and Meng Yu let go of his hand a little dejectedly: "You go...... I'll cut it off for you. ”

Chu Ying picked up the iron helmet that Meng Yu had dropped and put it back on, pulled off his mask, and a dense iron horse followed him.

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In the Valley of Storms, Huang Pojun, the commander of the Iron Man Tu, fell heavily to the ground, and the iron armor on it was finally pierced by the feather arrows of the Yan Fu people, and blood continued to gush out.

Clenching the iron gun in his hand, the old man's chamber rose and fell, and he spat out blood in a big gulp, unable to say a word.

Even so, he still didn't want to let go of the iron gun in his hand, and his other hand was holding on to the ground and trying to stand up.

He struggled repeatedly, vaguely remembering that when he fought with General Hua Mingge, this famous general with great military achievements once told him that no matter how much he suffered on the battlefield

What a serious injury, as long as the head is not cut off, and the heart is not pierced, the person's god must not panic, he must struggle repeatedly, and he must not act like he is going to die, on the battlefield, once this person thinks that he is going to die, then the Lord of Yama will immediately come to the door!

The old man was not sure if his heart had been pierced by an arrow, and in the face of the Yan Fu soldiers who were about to step forward with swords in hand, a black shadow reached out and pierced their bodies, and blood splashed on his face, warm as the morning light.

The old man blinked, his vision blurred, but he recognized the comer.

The old man was about to say something, blood gushed out of his mouth, and the young woman helped him up, leaned against the stump, reached out and pressed it on the old man's forehead, looked down at the arrow feathers on the old man, and shook his head gently.

The old man suddenly had a force, grabbed the woman's right hand, shoved the iron gun into her hand, and helped the woman clench her fist.

The woman clenched the barrel of the gun, and like the old man, she was unwilling to let go.

The old man closed his eyes contentedly and was quiet.

There are no last words.

Die and not fall.