There was a fierce battle at the mouth of the Zhanghe River, and there was also a fierce battle at the city of Guangzong.

However, Ding Dayong's life has not been broken, in the city of the rebels echoed, Huangfu Song commanded his soldiers to attack inside and outside, Guangzong City no longer has a dangerous obstacle to defend, but he is still standing at the core of Guangzong City, standing in the county hall that symbolizes the Yellow Turban side.

He was already very tired, he had killed seven or eight rebels, and he had also hacked three or five Han soldiers, his knife had been bent, his blood had not yet dried up, and he still hung his breath.

He is still waiting for someone, the general Zhang Liang.

He is the general's soldier, how can he be willing to die before the general arrives! General Tiangong has left, General Digong is still in Xiaquyang, and there is only one general in this city, General Rengong. He believed that the general was still alive, and he also believed that the general would be able to lead them to overthrow this corrupt court and achieve true peace in the world!

"Report to the brigade!"

A personal guard stumbled in from outside the door: "The Han thieves have all entered the city under the response of the traitors, and now the four gates of Guangzong City, southeast, northwest and northwest are in the hands of the Han thieves!" ”

Looking at this young but tired face, covered in blood, both his own and someone else's. Ding Dayong raised his head, patted the guard lightly on the shoulder, and asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

"Hey, it doesn't hurt!" The guard wiped it on his face indiscriminately, grinning like a blooming flower on the other side of the mountains, "It has already hurt when my Ah Weng and my mother died, and now this pain is just a few scars on the face and body!" ”

Holding the guard to sit on the chair, he stood up alone and listened to the sound of the fighting getting closer and closer in the city, Ding Dayong suddenly felt a pain in his heart, it seemed that he couldn't wait for the general anymore, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out and turned into a little scarlet azalea and fell to the ground.

"Brigade Marshal!" All the relatives and guards mourned in their hearts and rushed towards Ding Dayong.

Ding Dayong shook his head and stood up by himself, was silent for a moment, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sighed long: "Brothers, do you regret it?" ”

"No regrets!"

"No regrets!"

The little monkey and the dozen or so guards in the hall hammered their chests and stood up, looking up at Ding Dayong with tears on their faces.

"It's good if you don't regret it, if you don't regret it! Since we all don't regret it, let's sit down together and talk, okay? ”

"But, Brigade Marshal..."

Ding Dayong shook his head, looked at the little sunshine and the mottled shadow outside the door, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes, raised his hand and interrupted the little monkey's words: "Little monkey, our tens of thousands of lonely soldiers have persevered for four or five hours in the face of internal and external troubles, this is our will, our unyielding, and our victory."

However, what should come will come eventually, and we can't wait for the general. If the general had known, he would not have blamed us. So, now let's enjoy the last peace together! ”

"Yes, Brigade Marshal!"

The little monkey quietly looked at the thin back in front of him, lowered his head to wipe the tears on his face, slowly stood up, and helped the soldiers at the door and in the hall to pick up a few low stools and sit around Ding Dayong.

Ding Dayong sat in the middle, looking at the young faces around him, and his eyes were as harmonious as this sunset: "Brothers, in the past year, we have been fighting in Jizhou with the sect leader and general, galloping like horses on the grassland, do you still remember your hometown and relatives at home?"

I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, I remember. I remember the day I left, and it was the weather and the sunset. I stood at the entrance of the village, watching your sister-in-law standing under the big tree with my stinky boy in her arms, and the sun sprinkled on the big tree in front of my hometown, and also sprinkled on your sister-in-law's body, it was so peaceful, so peaceful.

At that time, I was thinking that if one day I died on the battlefield or returned to my hometown after the world was peaceful, I would definitely enjoy a handful of sunshine again. I've been fighting for almost a year, and that scene always comes to my dreams.

Although the general is missing, the sect leader has already passed away, and we may also fail. But I am very relieved that today and the same day, with this weather and such a sunset, I can finally lie in this warm sunshine again. ”

"Brigade Marshal!"

"Don't cry! You are all my brothers, my siblings, and the most loyal warriors of my Taiping Dao. Whether we are dead or alive, we don't need tears, we should all face it calmly with a smile on our faces, because we have all fought for this beloved world! ”

Ding Dayong wiped away the tears on the cheeks of the little monkey and the soldiers around him, with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, but his voice was exceptionally firm.

The sunlight squeezed in through the gap in the door behind Ding Dayong, and the old elder who pulled his figure also reflected him with extraordinary brilliance, just like the moment when Zhang Jiao stood on the high platform and brandished his long sword on the day the dragon raised his head.

However, Ding Dayong does not have Zhang Jiao's coercion, nor does he have Zhang Jiao's amazing talent, he only has warmth, and only the care and love of the brother next door.

The little monkey and the guards wiped away their tears, surrounded Ding Dayong tightly, and talked about their hometown, their parents, their brothers and sisters, and their lovers.

The voice is flat, the demeanor is calm, maybe they also know how lucky they are to be able to say goodbye to this world peacefully and even warmly before leaving.

The sound of fighting outside the door was even closer.

……

The sunset shone obliquely, and the outside of the house suddenly quieted down, and the light at the gate of the county government was tightly covered by two tall figures, and there was no sunlight in the house.

"Where's the general?"

Ding Dayong turned his head, looked at the door and nodded, as if he had met a few acquaintances to say hello, and his voice was as soft as a spring breeze, gently blowing away the uneasiness and excitement that the guards in the house had just gathered.

Wang Li walked over slowly, placed the cloth bag in his hand on the desk, gently untied the four corners of the cloth bag, and a head appeared in front of everyone.

It was Zhang Liang's head, no longer the fake head on the city, but the real Zhang Liang. The nose, eyes, eyebrows, mouth, and ears all the features and faces are so real, but the faces are cold, and there is no smile anymore.

"General!"

The guards were grief-stricken, although they had already guessed that most of the generals were already fierce and unlucky, but when they saw Zhang Liang's head, they still couldn't suppress the grief and anger in their hearts.

"Bang!" With a bang, the swords in the hands of all the guards came out of their sheaths and pointed angrily at Wang Li and the others.

Ding Dayong waved his hand indifferently, gently stroking the bloody head, and a tear slipped down his eye.

Hope is broken, only sorrow, sorrow from the bottom of my heart!

The Taiping Dao that he adhered to with General Tiangong and General Rengong fell in this way, and was annihilated in the torrent of history.

Maybe General Digong can hold on to it for a while in Xiaquyang, and maybe there are descendants who hold high the banner of Taiping, but is that still the same as the previous Taiping Avenue? Is that still the Taiping Avenue that General Tiangong and General Rengong insist on and themselves!

Hatred? Looking at the two people in front of him who had ruined their last hope, he didn't seem to hate it. In the city of Guangzong, the territory of Jizhou is the cry of the enemy. For a moment, he even felt embattled and the world was the enemy.

The world is always full of malice towards those who try to change it, and what is even more ironic is that he still treats the world well!

That's it, since you've enjoyed the last peace of this world, why don't you go back here? Looking at the dappled sunlight penetrating through the figures of the two, Ding Dayong leaned on the desk, hugged Zhang Liang's head tightly as if he was holding his wife, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he was immediately out of breath.

"Brigade Marshal!"

The guards withdrew their angry gaze and looked at their brigade commander, although their voices were filled with pain and anxiety. However, they didn't bother Ding Dayong's peace anymore, they just leaned over slowly, the sword in their hands was thrust into their chest, and their bodies were still surrounded around Ding Dayong like worship.

The little monkey did not kill himself, he looked at the remains of the brigade commander and his brothers, there was no sadness in his eyes, not even anger.

He walked slowly towards Wang Li, his voice firm and peaceful: "The brigade commander told us that even if the world is full of malice towards me, I still have to be kind to this world!"

The brigade commander also told us that if there is still one person in the Han army who can be trusted, let me believe in you! I need an ox cart, and I'm going to take the brigade commander and my brothers home! ”

The heart of the blue blood pill reflects the flag, and the sunset is still in the west of Guangzong!

Wang Li nodded, and asked someone to pull an ox cart to the door, watching the corpse with death and serenity on its face being placed on the car by the little monkey, watching the thin figure drive the ox cart and disappear in the afterglow of the sunset, sighing leisurely.

Death is not easy, but living is even harder. There are only Yellow Turban soldiers in the world who are determined to die, how can there be Taiping people who live secretly!