Carrying a blood-colored long sword called sweet potato in one hand, Qin Chuan rushed to the city again alone. At this time, there were still a large number of Rong Di soldiers around who climbed up to the top of the city, brandished the scimitar in their hands, and rushed forward.

Qin Chuan's appearance stunned the Rong Di soldiers in front of him, and before he could figure out why a child could rush in front of them, he was pushed and shoved by the people behind him to continue to move forward.

"Unlucky boy from nowhere." A Rong Di soldier thought to himself, and then waved the scimitar in his hand towards Qin Chuan.

Ignoring the scimitar that was about to be chopped, Qin Chuan continued to wave the long sword in his hand, and faint red light flashed on the long sword, and then he saw one by one Rong Di soldiers fall to the ground with frightened faces.

Whenever a Rong Di soldier fell to the ground, Qin Chuan felt a warm current constantly surging towards his body. That feeling is like a spring breeze, a summer rain, an autumn breeze, and a warm winter sun. This feeling made him deeply intoxicated and unable to extricate himself. It was just because there was still blood flowing on his arm that Qin Chuan felt dizzy.

It didn't take long for the shadows of Rong Di's soldiers to be seen on the city, and they all turned into corpses and fell to the ground, and the strange thing was that the corpses that fell were all hideous, with a frightened look on their faces.

It didn't take long for Wu Shang to take the lead in stepping on the city, and the Qin soldiers also followed Wu Shang's footsteps and stood on the city again. When they saw the dense corpses at the head of the city, and the tragic condition of those corpses, everyone did not feel a wave of fear in their hearts, and their scalps were numb. What the hell is going on to make them look like this?

Everyone looked up at Qin Chuan, who was standing not far away, and when they saw Qin Chuan's expression clearly, they were all shocked.

I saw that Qin Chuan's black clothes had been dyed red by blood, and his body was shrouded in a layer of looming red mist, and a strong bloody aura was coming towards him, which made people feel a little disgusting.

Qin Chuan turned around, at this time his hair had been spread out, his originally immature face became as pale as white paper, and his eyes with abnormal agility turned blood-red, as if there was a strange red light flashing in his eyes.

When everyone saw these blood-red eyes, they seemed to see something fearful, and they all took a step back, and some timid Qin people even collapsed on the ground, obviously frightened.

Wu Shang frowned, looked at Qin Chuan's current appearance, and then looked at the blood-red long sword that was still dripping blood.

"Brother Wu Shang, Rong Di's enemies have all been killed and retreated by me." Qin Chuan's pale face had a hint of a smile, and his blood-red eyes looked at Wu Shang, as if there was still a hint of a smile.

"Qin Chuan, hurry up and throw away that sword. Otherwise you'll die. Wu Shang's face was anxious, and his body stepped forward, and a fierce momentum pressed towards Qin Chuan's weak body.

Maybe it was such a momentary gap, the blood red in Qin Chuan's eyes seemed to weaken the points, but he didn't care about Wu Shang's fierce momentum at all.

Qin Chuan shook his head, stretched out another bloody little hand, pointed to the outside of the city wall and said: "Brother Wu Shang, you see, those Rong Di soldiers have not retreated yet, and soon more soldiers will ascend to the top of the city, and then the Qin people in Yuanyuan City will have no way to live, you say, what should I do?" ”

Everyone looked down with Qin Chuan's fingers, and saw that countless Rong Di soldiers were already waiting outside the city wall, and the archers had already begun to bend their bows and arrows, obviously ready to start the second siege.

Wu Shang ignored the actions of these Rong Di soldiers, still stared at Qin Chuan, and said in a somewhat anxious and angry tone: "If you continue like this, you will be killed by that sword before they retreat." ”

Qin Chuan looked down at the blood-colored long sword in his hand, and the blood was still flowing along his palm towards the sword body. A complicated look appeared on his pale face, and then vanished.

He knew in his heart that Wu Shang's words were right, as long as he threw down the sweet potato in his hand, although he would suffer a lot of damage, he would at least be able to save his life.

But if you really put down the sweet potato, you will certainly save your life, but what about the tens of thousands of Qin people in Yuanyuan City? Do you want to trade the lives of tens of thousands of them for your own?

Since he came to this world, he doesn't think that his life is more noble than other people's lives, and he can't do this kind of thing in exchange for tens of thousands of people's lives, and he won't go back to do it. But if he could exchange his own life for the survival of tens of thousands of Qin people in the entire Fenyuan City, Qin Chuan thought that it was worth it.

was able to make this choice, not because of how righteous Qin Chuan was, sacrificing his life as a human being, but because the simplicity and kindness of the Qin people deeply moved him.

Just by meeting in Pingshui, they can give it to themselves as heirlooms, those women who are full of kindness to themselves although they have broken their mouths; In Dashui Village, the elderly Li Zheng would rather be cold and hungry himself, and leave the best things to Qin Chuan and Wu Shang, who were just staying overnight. There are also those Qin people who are full of humanity in Yuanyuan City, helpful and innocent children. There are also many good families, who live in poverty, but do not forget to be kind to others and treat others well.

They are the best people in the world, the best people, and the best Qin people. War should not destroy their lives.

Wei Chen happened to stand outside the position on the city wall where the archers could shoot, frowning as he listened to a soldier trembling and talking about the strange scene that had happened at the head of the city before.

"Are you sure it's the kid named Qin Chuan?" Wei Chen looked at the soldier kneeling on the ground with some unkindness on his face.

"I watched carefully, and I brought him back to the barracks in the first place." The soldier didn't dare to hide it, and hurriedly explained to Wei Chen.

Wei Chen waved his hand and fell into deep thought, before and after attacking the city, it would not take long to open the city gate, and when the army entered the city, he would be able to truly pocket the most important city on the border.

But who knew that a child who didn't care about it could exert such a huge power, and it could make the fierce Rong Di soldiers dare not attack the city?

There must be something strange in this, isn't it the trick of the Qin people? Wei Chen thought in his heart, so for the sake of safety, he was ready to order a postponement of the siege.

"Sir, why do you want to postpone the siege?" Several leaders of the Rongdi clan rode up to Wei Chen on horseback and asked with a somewhat unkind face.

Wei Chen didn't care about the faces of several people, but he still explained expressionlessly: "The attack is blocked, I'm afraid there will be fraud in the city, it's better to be careful." ”

Several leaders of the Rongdi tribe obviously didn't believe in this explanation, because they had just seen that their brave warriors had already attacked the city, and it was the critical moment to take the city in one go, and Wei Chen actually ordered the attack to be postponed.

Although they were not too satisfied with this explanation, several leaders rode their horses away, and Wei Chen continued to look at the city, as if he wanted to see what arrangements the defenders of Yuanyuan City had planned. To this day, he still does not believe that a child can determine the course of a war.

The order to postpone the attack had been conveyed, and at the same time, a special horn began to sound on the battlefield, and it instantly reached the head of Inobara Castle.

Although the Rong Di soldiers did not understand the meaning of this horn, they did not continue to attack, and the Qin army at the head of the city of Yuanyuan strengthened their vigilance.

The low sound of horns continued to echo on the battlefield, and just as the Qin army was in full swing, more than a dozen masked black-clothed men rushed out of a house in Yuanyuan City, each of them in a sturdy body, holding two knives, and quickly rushed towards the city gate.

"Who are you... Ahh

The man in black quickly rushed into the Qin people's team, waving the double knives in his hand, constantly slashing at the Qin people, some Qin people wanted to block, but the disparity in strength was too great, and within a moment, many Qin people had fallen to the ground.

Wu Shang was still staring at Qin Chuan, seeing his increasingly pale face and slightly faded red eyes. I gradually made up my mind in my heart, that is, I would take Qin Chuan out of Yuanyuan City no matter what.

The commotion under the city wall immediately attracted Wu Shang's attention, and when he saw that those black-clothed masked men were wantonly slaughtering the Qin people, the anger that Wu Shang had suppressed for a long time finally broke out, and he didn't care about Qin Chuan in front of him, picked up the long sword in his hand and jumped off the city wall.

Qin Chuan sighed, looked at the Qin people in front of him who were looking at him with swords and a look of fear on their faces, and suddenly whispered, "You must live well." Be sure to live. ”

Regardless of whether those Qin people heard his words or not, Qin Chuan turned around and looked at the Rong Di soldiers who were like a piece of black jade, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The leaders of the sixteen tribes of Rongdi gathered around and didn't know what to discuss, and the originally low sound of the horn suddenly changed its tone, and this tone represented attack.

Wei Chen, who originally had a contemplative look on his face, heard this horn sound, and his face became very embarrassed, and he didn't need to think about it to know that it must have been done by those short-sighted Rong Di leaders.

"Well, after this war is over, I will settle accounts with you again." Wei Chen said to himself with a grim face, and then looked at the changes on the battlefield with a cold face.

And Qin Chuan, who was standing at the head of the city of Fenyuan, turned his head to look at the blood-colored long sword in his hand, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "No matter who you are, but I hope you don't lie to me." ”

Suddenly, a blood-colored light flashed on the sword's body.

Qin Chuan exhaled deeply, stretched out his hand and threw it, and the long sword named Sweet Potato floated in front of him out of thin air, and then the originally black hilt suddenly exploded, revealing the crimson hilt wrapped inside.

Stretching out his hands and solemnly holding the crimson hilt of the sword, Qin Chuan's eyes were resolute, and he raised the long sword above his head, and whispered in a vague and hoarse voice: "Burn my body, burn my god, refine my bones, I am willing to use blood as a guide, white bones pave the way, and spirit as a sail." Wake up, sweet potato. ”

After Qin Chuan finished saying this, a large amount of blood-colored mist suddenly poured out of the crimson long sword, completely enveloping Qin Chuan in an instant, as if a huge blood-red silkworm cocoon wrapped Qin Chuan's body and began to rise slowly.

The Qin people at the head of the city were dumbfounded, and some of them knelt down and kept kowtowing. Wei Chen also saw a slowly rising red light cluster in the distance, and a bad premonition filled his heart. And those Rong Di soldiers who were still charging ignored this change, and the cavalry bent their bows and arrows, aiming at the red light, and the foot soldiers could already see the city head close at hand.

"Retreat." Wei Chen seemed to have thought of something, his face changed greatly, he roared loudly, and controlled the war horse under him and began to retreat.