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A blood-like waning moon hung high in the inky night sky, smearing the earth with a faint silver glow, making it look misty and desolate. A few dim starlights were obscured by dark clouds, and the wind roared, rolling up the wind and sand, blowing the gravel all over the ground.

Palace.

The splendid hall is brightly lit, and the gilded utensils and the red beams all show the luxury and solemnity of the deep palace. The cool breeze rises, the beautiful trees and bamboos in the imperial garden make a rustling sound, and countless exotic flowers and plants move with the wind, diffusing a faint fragrance.

The desert sand is like snow, and the moon is like a hook. The huge city stood majestically under the Xuan Dome, like an ancient beast crawling on the ground, revealing an endless aura of slaughter. On the tower of the city, a large general flag fluttered in the cold wind, and the hunting sounded. Heavily armed soldiers, clad in iron armor and wielding sharp blades, were nervously looking ahead.

The majestic and magnificent palace shows an incomparable majestic atmosphere. Five steps on the first floor, ten steps on the first floor, the corridor waist manback, the eaves teeth are high pecked, the carved beams are painted, the colorful decorations are flying, each hugging the terrain, hooking the heart and fighting the corners. The long bridge lies on the waves, the road is empty, the high and low are confused, and I don't know things. A team of palace maids in colorful clothes passed through the corridor, looming in the hazy night.

There was a faint sound of shouting in the distance. Countless iron horses seemed to fall from the sky, dense, like a black torrent, pouring thousands of miles, rushing straight from the horizon. The dust was flying, shouting to kill the sky, and the rumbling horses' hooves seemed to crack the sky, and the walls seemed to tremble.

The piano is played, and the pipa is plucked. Hundreds of court musicians sat under the main hall, and the melodious and tactful music echoed in the hall, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, and the aftermath was endless, beautiful and beautiful. More than 100 palace maids dressed in various colors danced, with long sleeves and fluttering, like thin clouds covering the bright moon, like a breeze blowing jade flowers, fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a swimming dragon, like a colorful butterfly in the flowers, indescribably charming and moving, just like Zhao Feiyan's reincarnation, like Yang Guifei's rebirth.

When the command flag was waved, the crossbowmen who had already been ready to attack turned their crossbow machines and fired one after another crossbow arrows with amazing penetration, and suddenly screamed again and again, and many cavalry companies and horses were shot to the ground. When the enemy was not afraid to trample on the corpses of his dead comrades, he approached again, and at another order, thousands of arrows were fired from the city wall, and countless arrows shot down like locusts, piercing the chests of the enemy soldiers. As if harvesting wheat, rows of soldiers rolled over and fell from their horses, fell to the ground and died, never to get up again.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" The man in the Chinese robe sitting on the dragon chair at the top of the main hall stroked his palms and laughed, full of praise, "This song should only be in the sky, and there can be a few times in the world!" The two beautiful concubines beside him have bright eyes and bright teeth, ice muscles and jade bones, and a waist that is not full of hands, just like the Nine Heavens Xuannu descending to the mortal dust, sinking fish and geese, closing the moon and shy flowers, echoing the chuckle with their mouths covered, it is really a smile that captivates the city and turns all beings upside down.

The ladder was pushed up, and the enemy climbed up like ants. Heavy barrels were thrown down, and many of them rolled over and fell, turning into pulp, but the enemy still climbed up as if they were dying. The soldiers defending the city fought so hard that they could barely withstand the enemy's frantic attack. Siege warfare has reached its most intense stage. The enemy soldiers jumped up to the top of the city, and were constantly cut down to the ground by the soldiers defending the city, and immediately rivers of blood flowed. The soldiers fought bloodily, their clothes were stained red with blood, the big knives in their hands were curled, and their hands were covered with blood, and they could barely hold their weapons.

At the end of the song, the old eunuch's soft voice resounded through the hall: "Your Majesty has a reward-the musician has a reward of 1,000 taels, and the palace maids each reward two horses of silk and satin-" The musicians and palace maids all knelt down and thanked them: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live-"

The soldiers defending the city finally blocked the enemy's fierce attack with their own corpses. They sat down at the head of the city, gasping for breath and looking tired. The wind was howling, and there was a fishy smell.

In the imperial garden, the emperor put his arms around the slender waists of the two concubines and placed wine in the imperial garden to admire the moon. The long rosewood table is full of delicacies from the mountains and seas, dragon liver and phoenix marrow. There were a few faint clouds floating in the night sky, and a crescent moon cast a bright light on the world.

The drums of war rumbled again, and the enemy launched a second wave of attacks. The soldiers defending the city did not care to rest, grabbed their weapons and went into battle again. This attack was undoubtedly more severe, with many soldiers falling to their swords and the enemy suffering heavy casualties.

"I am one with my concubine, I wish to be a winged bird in heaven, and I am willing to be a branch in the earth. Life after life, never lose! "Facing the crescent moon in the sky, the emperor solemnly made an oath to the sea.

After leaving the dead bodies on the ground, the enemy finally gave up the surprise attack and retreated like a tidal wave. The sky was slightly white, and a red sun was rising, and the faint morning light shone on the wall that had been smashed by trebuchets into a large gap. The wounded soldiers were still groaning in pain, and many of the exhausted soldiers were already asleep with their swords in their iron armor.

There was peace in the palace. In the light of the dawn, the majestic palace reflected a purple-gold light, as if something ancient was slowly awakening.

A new day is about to begin.

January 3, 2015

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