It was raining continuously, and it was still daytime, but it was so dim that it seemed that it was evening, so that people could not see the distance clearly. A silent ancient city on the land of Jizhou is like a giant beast lurking in the wind and rain, from a distance, except for the closed city gate, there are only a few sparse men with yellow scarves on their heads carrying long knives to patrol the city, not to mention the officials and soldiers outside the city like mountains and seas, and even those flags with the same color as their headscarves were destroyed by the wind and rain and did not pay attention.

At the beginning, the great sage and good teacher said, the sky is dead! Huang Tian should stand! Like a sudden explosion of fire in the darkness, it illuminated the dark night sky of the Han Dynasty, and for a while, the world's Kyushu servants were like clouds。。。。。。

The rain became heavier and heavier, and it was like the thoughts of the guards on the city that did not know when it would be cut off. Surprisingly, as the rain became heavier and heavier, the dark clouds over the ancient city suddenly swelled, accompanied by bursts of thunder! The sky became darker and darker, as if it were night, and only the occasional thunder and lightning made people glimpse the hideous appearance of the ancient city, as if an ancient beast was about to be awakened so that the world could feel its wrath!

The red-clad and black-armored sergeant stood proudly in the wind and rain with a spear in hand, and it was finally over! This war is destined to be won, no! It's a massacre! The 400 years of the Han Dynasty are the 400 years of blood and fire, which has lasted since the ancestor slashed the snake and inherited the sky! In the long river of time, the countless enemies of the strong man have long been wiped out, but the strong Han country will always exist, let alone these mud legs!

Compared with the noisy wind and rain, Guangzong outside the city of the Chinese army tent is another quiet scene, the point in front of the platform is a hair has some sideburns gray old man standing with his hands and looking at the wind and rain outside the big tent, a little dazed, the old man is not wearing a military uniform, wearing a brown robe, wearing a Han crown, there is no precious jewelry on the body, only a sword hanging from the waist, the hilt is inscribed with the ancient seal style "Zhongxing" two words of the Han sword. Beside him was a group of generals in armor and with scarves on their heads, waiting for something, and at this moment they all stood quietly beside the old man and did not make a sound to disturb the old man's thoughts, but their enthusiasm like a flame was irrepressible from their eyes, as if they wanted to scorch the ancient city in front of them! One will be a success! No one cares about the death of those who lose, the battle is a big gamble with their lives, and the winner has everything!

"Drumming! Enter! ”

Finally! The old man didn't let those careerists wait too long, and after a light sigh, he withdrew some relatives, and the old man pulled out the sword at his waist and pointed straight at the ancient city!

With an order, the terrifying war machine of the Han army began to operate in an orderly manner, and teams of sergeants began to line up and march towards the city at the same time! The sword and shield hand approached step by step with neat steps, and a tall ladder began to hook up the already low city wall of the ancient city, and there was a giant beast-like Lu bus under the cover of the sergeant. Obviously, the officers and soldiers are fully prepared for this war, and everything is under control!

"Boom! Bang! "The sound of the tremors could not even hide the thunder in the sky, and a huge rushing cart roared towards the already crumbling city gate, and the fierce dragon-headed hammer head was invincible!

"Bang!" After a loud bang, the dilapidated city gate collapsed.

"Broken !!" The city is broken! The morale of the Han army is high! A neat shout exploded on the battlefield and shook the sky!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Really! The defenders at the head of the city collapsed at the touch of a button, and it was a one-sided massacre, and the brave and unrivaled Han army rushed in from the city gates! A torrent of steel swept through Gwangjong City! Kill towards the center of the storm in the city, and as the city breaks through the sky, the wind is even stronger! The lightning continued to illuminate the entire city of Gwangjong as bright as day! It was as if God was furious with this killing frenzy.

It's just that when the Han army began to concentrate its forces and storm the square in the center of the city, casualties began to appear! It is the Yellow Turban wrestlers of Zhang Jiao's personal division who guard the central square of the city, and they are also the last elite of the Yellow Turban Army, they have the combat effectiveness that is not inferior to the Han Army, compared to the refugee troops like cannon fodder, they have the best armament in the Yellow Turban Army, and they are also the most loyal believers of the Great Sage! And faith transforms sheep into beasts!

The one-sided slaughter on the battlefield was strangled by them! When a red-clothed and black-armored Han soldier slashed through the shield with a long knife and stabbed into the enemy's chest, what he saw was a pair of beast-like eyes, there was no timidity in the eyes, only monstrous hatred! Just as he wanted to twist the long knife and draw an end to the enemy's life, the Yellow Turban Lux suddenly abandoned the shield and stepped forward to hug him, and the long knife passed through his body! The two of them hugged each other and rolled to the ground! Han Jun's neck hurt, the yellow turban wrestler had already opened his mouth, and a steel tooth bit at the major artery in his neck, the hard teeth tore the skin, and blood began to gush out wildly! The strong instinct for survival caused the Han army to frantically pound the enemy's back, but it was all in vain, and slowly both of them were silent. Such tragic scenes abound on the battlefield, and the Yellow Turban wrestlers stopped the tidal offensive of the Han army with their belief that they were not afraid of death, and even if they were embattled, they never wavered their will! Because behind them is the great sage and teacher who gave everything to it, and there is no retreat to speak of!

It's just that the gap with the strength of the Han army is not something that can be made up by a moment of bravery, a complex drum order is resounding throughout Guangzong City, and with the command of the commander in front of the battle, the Han army began to retreat and assemble in an orderly manner, gathering sand into a tower! One by one, the Han troops who were fighting in front retreated from the fight and regrouped, and the other Han troops who had cleared the remnants of the enemy in the city were also gathering here!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Knock knock !!"

The sturdy drummer, bare-chested and covered with muscles, landed heavily on the red lacquered cowhide drum as he swung his stick hard! One time! Again! A short pause was followed by a stormy pound!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

One by one, the neat formations of troops are gathering and growing, and finally they will become a monstrous wave to extinguish all enemies! Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger! The regrouped Han army once again launched a momentum offensive! For a while, the Yellow Turban wrestlers, who had suffered heavy casualties, had no power to fight back! And the high-spirited Han army broke through the defense line of the Yellow Turban Lux and rushed frantically towards the central target of the square, and the battle once again showed a one-sided slaughter!

"Ang !!"

Just as the last Yellow Turban wrestler who was blocking the advance of the Han army fell, a high-pitched dragon chant came from the center of the square, resounding through the sky, accompanied by a great change in the sky, bursts of deafening thunder, like a heavy rain like a leak, as if an ancient giant beast was provoked, making the heavens and the earth change color!

It's just that this shocking change came quickly, and it subsided quickly, and everything was calm after a while! The clouds dispersed and the rain fell, and even the long-lost sun appeared in the sky! The battlefield that was still killing the sky at the last moment was suddenly as silent as death. The corpses lying on the ground were silent, but the living were stunned by the scene in the center of the square, and did not dare to disturb the strange silence.

There was a huge altar in the square in the center of the city, and the blood-colored curtains around the altar that were soaked in the rain had stopped being pulled down by the wind, and it was slowly dripping down with a bright red liquid like blood, and I wondered if this red came from the blood. And on the altar, there are nine huge bronze tripods placed in a strange formation! Whether it is the quaint style of the giant tripod or the strange beast patterns on the tripod, all of them declare their extraordinary, and a Taoist man wearing a seven-star Taoist robe with a cloak fell to the sky on the altar.

Just as the left and right Dharma protectors wanted to step forward and help the Taoist up, a burst of laughter like a madness came out of the Taoist's mouth, and he struggled to stand up, and the golden ancient sword in his hand pointed straight at the sky!

"Aha! Firmament! Death to both you and you! Burst! ”

Blood began to pour out of the Taoist's mouth, and in the end, blood continued to ooze out of his facial features! The Taoist's beard is all open, a pair of round eyes are open angrily, but the sparkle in the eyes is disappearing rapidly, and the two blood marks under the eyes are particularly obvious, and finally the eyes of the Taoist see the future! Seeing that the things he had put into his life had the desired result, he finally closed his eyes and a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth, like a monument standing still.

"Great Sage!"

For a while, they all crawled on the ground and wept bitterly, just when the Han army wanted to step forward and arrest them, they didn't want them to directly hit Juding and follow the great sage! Brains burst to death, for these people death is not more important than their beliefs。。。。。。

"March!"

With an order, the Han army, which had completed the whole team, began to take steps and march forward! Ahead lies endless glory and wealth! Behind him is Guangzong, who is burning with a raging fire.

The fire can wipe out all evils, and the corpses of Guangzong who were slaughtered in the city are all over the field! Not only civilians, but even Han soldiers dressed in red and black armor were treated in the same way. But none of this matters, Xiang Shang's head is nothing more than the victor's royal power and wealth. Maybe God couldn't see it, but just as the fire was about to reach the altar in the center of the square, it rained heavily.

At this time, the altar has become a mountain of corpses and a sea of bones! Those Dading have already become the trophies of the Han army, and they are taken away and ready to be dedicated to His Majesty, who is so happy, and they will definitely be rewarded! Most of the corpses and bones in the city were piled up on the altar of the square, and the blood flowed and the pestle was full of purgatory!

Fighting and stargazing, a nightmare that can't wake up!

It was the night when Luoyang Qin Tianjian met the Emperor Ling, who had already gone to bed, and what he did made the Emperor Ling very angry! Send nine holy decrees to Hebei in a row!

The pillar of the country, Lu Zhi, Lu Zigan, was taken back to Beijing!

For a while, the government and the opposition were shaken! Ignoring the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty who could not kneel outside the Changning Palace, Emperor Ling personally ordered Lu Zigan to be sent to the prison!

and ordered those who dared to intercede to be punished with Lu Zigan!

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According to the record of "Ancient and Modern Swords": In the third year of Jianning (170 years), Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty once gathered famous craftsmen from all over the world to cast four swords, named Zhongxing.