After hearing Xi Zihui's explanation, Zhu Lihua nodded slightly. He looked at the neatly standing soldiers not far behind him, at the less than 10,000 dead soldiers and at the robed brothers who were about to die with him, and suddenly seemed to have a thousand words to tell these dead soldiers.

He wanted to tell them how noble their character was, how amazing their courage was, how their names would be immortalized, and how their deeds would be passed down for generations to come.

But in the end, Zhu Lihua didn't say a word, he just turned around and silently looked at the soldiers of the Qin army who were also looking at him, looking at their uninjured appearances, looking at their ragged and embarrassed, looking at their numb eyes with a will to die, and looking at their infinite trust and incomparable reverence for their commander.

When the rising sun rose again from the sky east of Huangyin City, these 10,000 soldiers gathered together, just like a huge Xuanwu emitting dazzling light.

Suddenly, there were a lot of footsteps in the distance.

But Zhu Lihua didn't look back to observe the source of the footsteps, because he suddenly saw the Qin soldiers who appeared behind the 10,000 robes, supporting each other and staggering forward.

"You, you!"

Zhu Lihua raised his trembling hand, and finally silently left tears on the eve of the day of his death.

His eyes were filled with tears, which reflected the more than 6,000 seriously injured robes that kept appearing in his pupils.

They should have escaped and ascended to heaven by this time, but they chose to die generously with their comrades, their brothers, and their lords.

"In that case, let's do it."

With a tearful smile on his face, he turned around again to face the Rong army in front of him who had entered Huangyin City, and slowly drew the sword at his waist.

"General Xizi, I won't let you do it today.

If they died at the hands of their own people, how disappointed the brothers would be when they saw it. ”

Lihua turned his head and smiled at Xizihui.

Only then did he see that Xi Zihui, who had never been smiling, had tears on his face when he smiled at him after he finished speaking.

And Gao Yunce and the others beside him were no different, but An Moran and Xin Tong'er were both facing the sky on their backs at this time. They understood that they didn't want others to see them crying.

"I heard that the sons of the grassland will not shed tears in this life, but what's wrong with crying?"

Lihua muttered to herself in her heart.

In a moment of contemplation, the horn of the Rong army suddenly sounded, and the soldiers of the Qin army behind Lu Lihua almost killed each other together with the Rong army who began to charge.

The fire in the trench had been extinguished, and the trench that was about to be filled with the remains of wood would no longer be the center of the battle between the two armies, and it would no longer have the slightest effect on the advance of the Rong army.

When the Rong soldiers who rushed to the side of the trench first stepped cautiously on the seemingly filled trench, they immediately found that the most impassable moat in the Yellow Yin City had completely become a thoroughfare.

Although there are still a little sparks under your feet that arise from walking on it, it is only a trace of embellishment on the eve of the battle.

The two men rushed together, like two black dragons intersecting, constantly stretching out their claws, desperately tearing at each other's vital points.

The soldiers of both armies used all their means to deliver fatal blows to each other.

Twenty or thirty thousand people fought in a small place in the west of the small Huangyin City, and the direct killing was earth-shattering, the morning sun was dull, the blood of the killing was like a river, and all the places that were killed within the reach of everyone were like Shura hell.

He was sitting in the middle of the battlefield, this was the first time he had been on the battlefield since the Battle of Muqi Pass, and the first time he was so close to death.

His confronting of the enemy and his death-defying actions not only boosted the morale of all the soldiers, but also quickly attracted the attention of the Rong army at the beginning of the battle.

The Rong soldiers obviously knew that the black general sitting on the bamboo chair was the main general of the Qin army, so they excitedly raised their weapons and killed them.

"Whoever kills Lihua will receive a bounty of 10,000 taels and reward the whole county in Hedong!"

Lin Xu's chips lingered in the ears of the Rong soldiers, which made the Rong soldiers, who were already red-eyed, look more and more excited when they saw the 10,000-gold worth of Lu Lihua.

For them, the person sitting on the bamboo chair not far away is the wealth and all the ambitions of his life.

But how could such rare wealth and ambition be so easily attainable?

Seeing that all the Rong troops rushed towards the location of Lihua, the soldiers of the Qin army gathered in front of Lihua in a circle.

Around a radius of hundreds of paces around Lihua, the Qin army and the Rong army launched a fierce battle, and at the same time, the corpses of the two sides gradually piled up into a circular corpse wall.

The "wall" grew taller and taller as more and more soldiers fell, and slowly the wall turned into a barrier made of corpses.

In the light of the sun, the shadow of this higher and higher barrier is getting shorter and shorter.

Half a day has passed since the fighting, and the earth-shattering roars, the metal collision of weapons, and the endless shouts and screams between people are getting smaller and smaller.

Watching Da Lang bite off the head of the Rong general who came to him again, and watching Erlang stare viciously at the approaching Rong soldiers although he could only lie on his lap with several arrows in his body.

Zhu Lihua suddenly lifted the sword in his hand, and subconsciously blocked a powerful blow to his head from a red-haired Di man who touched him from behind.

"Ding".

After a burst of sparks, Zhu Lihua endured the sharp pain caused by the cracked wound at the tiger's mouth, looked at the sword that was shocked on the side, and then looked at Di Ren, who was ecstatic and swung his tooth stick at him again, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

Nadi people first thought that Lu Lihua shook his head to give up resistance, so under great joy, the picture of his reward immediately appeared in his heart.

But in an instant, he suddenly found a huge black shadow flying towards him beside him.

"Oops, forgot he had a wolf next to him."

This was Di's last thought before his death.

Lihua reached out and touched the head of Erlang, who was staggering back to his side again, and looked at the white wolf's traumatized body in distress.

But the white wolf tried to raise his head and lick Lihua's hand, just like when he was held in his arms by Lihua, he always liked to lick Lihua's warm and reassuring hand.

A man and a wolf looked at each other, and their eyes were full of doting love.

"Zuo is bigger, An said goodbye."

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded not far away, and Zhu Lihua immediately turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

I saw a pile of corpses, An Moran stabbed the soldiers in front of him to death like a god, but two generals on both sides of him swung their maces at him at the same time.

"No!"

Before Lihua could speak, he saw Xin Tong'er, who was not far from An Moran, immediately rushed to An Moran's side, and used his body to block a blow thrown at An Moran by a general.

"Bang, bang."

With two loud bangs, An Moran, who was spitting blood, fell to the ground at the same time as Xin Tong'er.

"Go and save them."

Lu Lihua stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction where An Moran and Xin Tong'er were, and Mao Biao beside him immediately sent more than a dozen of the remaining dozens of pro-soldiers to rescue An Moran and Xin Tong'er.

But before they could get to the front of the two, they saw Da Lang quickly appear in front of the two like a bolt of lightning, scaring the two generals who were about to kill the killer again a few steps away.

Looking at An Moran and Xin Tong'er's chests that were still undulating even though they were lying on the ground, Zhu Lihua suddenly relieved his heart.

However, after only a few breaths, the heart he had just put down was raised again.

Because he saw that in the broken gap of the city wall in the distance, countless soldiers were shouting and killing the city.

Frowning and staring, he faintly heard the sound of the earth shaking, as if there were thousands of troops galloping outside the city.

"Alas!"

Zhu Lihua knew that he was going to lose today's battle.

All the Qin troops in this city were fighting hard as far as they could see, but outside the city there was a steady stream of support from the Rong army.

This made Zhu Lihua feel a little disheartened, although he was deeply unwilling, but Zhu Lihua finally accepted his fate.

"If only I could have an army of 100,000!"

Lu Lihua sighed bitterly in his heart, but apparently fate never gave him the bargaining chips he wanted.

Since the Muqi Pass was relegated, Lihua has always been weak against strong, starting from a small hundred generals, facing a behemoth that can crush the entire Qin State.

In the years since, although the power of Lihua has grown from small to large, from weak to strong. But compared to that Great Xia Kingdom, he was as worthless as an ant standing next to a giant elephant.

Although he has repeatedly defeated the strong with the weak, and even turned the tide when the Great Qin Foundation was about to be destroyed, compared with Xiao Jinxing, and even compared with Lin Xu, he is still a weak person after all, a lonely and helpless weakling.

Lu Lihua looked around, on this smoke-filled battlefield, almost all the soldiers and horses under his command gathered around him, in his field of vision.

Every soldier wearing the black uniform of the Qin army was fighting to the death with the enemy in front of him, and even generals such as Xi Zihui who were not considered military generals were also fighting with the Rong army.

It's just that few of them were able to kill the enemy without dying.

Among the undead, Xi Zihui suffered the least damage from top to bottom, because he was a general under the command of Li Lihua, second only to Wei Yuanqi, Gao Yunce, Liang Qingshu, An Moran and a few others, so naturally there were his personal guards who were resisting the fatal injuries for him.

But Rao is like this, Na Xi Zihui is now also disheveled, and she is scarred.

Especially behind his leg, a wound about a foot long was bubbling out with blood foam, and under the white flesh, the white bones were clearly visible.