The meaning of Nayan is very clear, and when this war is coming to an end, it can be ended in a way that is decent for both sides.

Xizhou City, they want it, Li Su and the five hundred remnants of the army who are still alive can let him leave and never harm him.

There are only 500 people alive, and there is no longer any deterrent to the Western Regions Coalition Army, so it can be said that in the next round of siege battles, 500 people will only be crushed into powder by the tide of enemy troops, and there is no suspense.

At this time, he sent Nayan to come together and let Li Su and the soldiers have a way to live, which is an obvious show of goodwill, and the object of the show is not Li Su, but Li Shimin.

After all, the Tang Dynasty is too strong, after the Western Regions Alliance seized Xizhou, their footsteps only dared to end here, because they couldn't afford to provoke the Tang Dynasty, they couldn't afford to provoke His Majesty the Heavenly Khan, and they took Xizhou because they were famous, before that, Xizhou belonged to Gaochang, and it was not a big problem to take it back.

However, in the end, if the only remaining lord and five hundred remnants of the Tang Dynasty are also destroyed, it will be a bit excessive, the Tang Dynasty has been domineering over the years, and he can find out what is going on if he has nothing to do, and the consequences of killing the county of the Tang Dynasty will be very serious.

Therefore, at the last moment of the final battle, Na Yan appeared and appeared in front of Li Su with a mission.

"Go back to Chang'an, Li Beijia, you and the soldiers have done their best, with 5,000 enemies and tens of thousands, they have held on for half a month, and the 5,000 defenders only survived for half a month, and the 5,000 defenders only survived 500 in the end, all of them are wounded, and they are already the rest of their lives after the war, no one will blame you, and His Majesty the Tang Dynasty Khan will not blame, you will only be promoted to the rank of lord after you go back, like a hero who will help the building." Accept the cheers and support of the subjects of Chang'an, even if the city is lost, you will still be decent and glorious to go back, and what awaits you is only praise and praise all over the city......" Na Yan sighed deeply: "...... Don't drive Li, go back. His Majesty the Heavenly Khan has entrusted you with a mission, and you have done a good job. ”

Li Su was already very tired, half of his body leaned weakly against the arrow battlements of the city wall, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was still as lazy as usual.

"The mission entrusted to me by His Majesty the Heavenly Khan is to defend Xizhou City, and I am a don't drive in Xizhou, not a deserter who was beaten to the ground!"

Na Yan looked up and looked at the embarrassed young man at the head of the city. Tired, depressed, and scarred, but his expression was still stubborn, and his eyes showed uncompromising perseverance, and Na Yan suddenly realized that no matter how much he spoke with lotus flowers, it would be useless. This young man's will is more stable than Taishan. Harder.

"Li Beijia, we've known each other for more than a year, you and I are friends, can't you really listen to a word of advice from your friends? Xizhou is no longer defensible, why bother to bury yourself here and keep a useful body. Whether it's revenge in the future, or showing your ambitions, the world is at your disposal, but if you die today, you're dead. Everything in the world has nothing to do with you. His face was gloomy and he pleaded bitterly.

Li Su shook his head slowly, then turned around, looked around at the uneven five hundred robes on the head of the city, and said loudly: "Brothers, the enemy commander said that let us live, as long as we withdraw from Xizhou, you ...... To retreat or not to retreat? ”

Some of the five hundred remnants of the army couldn't even stand up, and they were stunned for a moment when they heard the words, and then some people showed hesitation and struggle.

There was silence for a long time, and suddenly a weak but determined voice came from the crowd.

"I ...... No refund! ”

The sound seemed to open the floodgates, and soon, there was a chorus of echoes from the crowd.

"No retreat! We are the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, guarding the city of the Tang Dynasty, we will not retreat! ”

"No retreat! Why should we retreat? If you want to retreat, they will retreat! ”

"Yes, we won't retreat!"

In the end, the chaotic statements were like a trickle of water into the sea, converging into the turbulent waves with one voice.

"No retreat! No refund! No refund! ”

It was as if a huge wave was crashing on the shore, the aftermath was endless, and the voice of perseverance and stubbornness vibrated and spread in the vast desert.

Na Yan stood under the city wall like earth, his face turned pale involuntarily, and the sergeants in the front of the enemy army in the distance were shaken by the roar of the Tang defenders, and the entire front line was so frightened that they retreated two feet before stopping.

Li Su laughed, and when he turned around, he picked up the spear next to him, and the sharp tip of the spear trembled and pointed at Nayan under the city, Li Su looked solemn and shouted: "Did you hear clearly?" If you want to fight, don't say more! ”

The tears rained down, his face quickly turned red, his thin body trembled for a long time, ignoring the cold gaze of Amurdun, the main general in the Chinese army formation behind him, he suddenly pushed the golden mountain and poured the jade pillar, knelt down facing the city, and cried profusely.

"Li Gong is strong! Datang warriors, magnificent! ”

Respectfully kowtowing three times, Na Yan got up, threw a deep last glance at the city, as if to imprint Li Su's voice in his heart forever, and then turned around and walked towards the Chinese army.

The agreement failed, the negotiations broke down, and there was no room for maneuver between the enemy and us.

You're just dead or alive.

Under the handsome flag fluttering in the wind in the Chinese army, Amurdun looked cold, his eyes were full of fierce light, and after pondering and hesitating for a moment, he quickly made a decision, his face flashed murderous, his right hand was suddenly raised high, and then he waved it down.

The military order has been given, the horn has sounded, and the front has rushed forward.

Li Su stood at the head of the city and laughed miserably, afraid of death, reluctant to die, but after all, he still died without hesitation, because of the heavy responsibility on his body, as well as the wishes of thousands of deceased robes, and ...... A breath of injustice echoed in his chest for a long time.

"Prepare, fight—" The scarred Jiang Quan straightened up and yelled.

Rumble!

The arrow is wound, the halberd is raised, the yellow sand is like fog, and the gold is like a hook.

Looking at the enemy troops approaching the city wall step by step, Li Su also raised his spear and raised his head to the sky and groaned.

"Zi said: 'Men with lofty ideals are benevolent, there is no survival to harm benevolence, there is killing to become benevolent', people with lofty ideals, I will go with you!"

When the words fell, the five hundred remnants shouted in unison: "Kill!" ”

The sonic boom is in the sky, the sun and the moon change color, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time!

In the vast desert, a heroic spirit reverberates.

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Bloody battle! Fighting!

The head of the city of Xizhou has become the hell of Shura, and the thick blood is like a trickling river, sprinkled all over the city's head road. Severed limbs and severed arms can be seen everywhere, and the fire and blood are intertwined, like the last touch of blood red before the remnant sun disappears.

Outside the city, the stakes of siege trucks were striking the fragile walls again and again, leaving a deep crater behind the rammed earth walls.

Dozens of ladders were set up at the head of the city, and countless enemy troops climbed up, and the remaining remnants of the army were clumsy, desperately resisting, but after all, they were outnumbered, and the head of the city had lost control, and the tide of enemy troops surged up, like a black wave, completely drowning hundreds of defenders in the wave.

Li Su dragged the spear and fought and retreated, his chest, back, and thighs were covered with knife cuts, some were nearly a foot long, some were more than an inch into the flesh, blood gushed out from various wounds on his body, his face became more and more pale, he only felt that the strength of his body was getting smaller and smaller, and the vitality slowly passed out of the body with the blood, leaving only an empty body for himself, which was still supporting his every movement.

The spear is flat, the legs are pierced with the bow, everything in front of him is shaking, only the figure is seen in the blur, numb and mechanical shot after shot flat stabbing out, sometimes piercing the air, sometimes lucky, hearing a scream, each time a shot is stabbed, the strength on the body is less, in the end he doesn't even have the strength to lift the gun, dragging the spear step by step staggering back, while the enemy is pressing forward step by step.

"I don't know how many more times I can stab ......" Li Su's consciousness was gradually blurred, licking his dry lips, his eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of thick fog, and he vaguely saw only a vague and familiar brick and stone, which was the defense line that he and his robes had held for several years with their lives.

The defensive line has broken and the defeat is like a mountain.

Li Su had no strength, and looked at the enemy troops approaching step by step, laughing miserably.

"Kill!"

There was a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, Wang Zhu and Zheng Xiaolou were covered in blood, blocking in front of Li Su like gods, Zheng Xiaolou held a long sword in his hand, Wang Zhu held the Mo knife tightly, and stared at the enemy army close at hand.

The two of them were panting like oxen, and it was obvious that when the oil ran out, the remaining strength was already at the end of the crossbow, and only an unyielding spirit was left to support the crumbling body.

"Kill—"

Zheng Xiaolou suddenly burst into trouble, his thin body rose into the air, swirling like a whirlwind in mid-air, and a snow-white sword shadow floated, with a terrible scream, Li Su's near abbot Fang Yuan was swept away by Zheng Xiaolou, his feet fell to the ground, Zheng Xiaolou's footsteps staggered, he took two steps back, and couldn't stop castrating and falling on his back.

Another group of enemy soldiers stepped forward frantically on the corpse of the robe, staring at Li Su with greedy eyes.

In their eyes, Li Su is a military merit, a generous luke, a reward, and he is determined to win.

Zheng Xiaolou sat on the ground, his face was frighteningly white, his cheeks twitched in pain, he turned his head sideways to look at Li Su, Zheng Xiaolou smiled miserably: "I'm sorry...... I can only protect you here, the thirty times you spent at the beginning......"

Li Su smiled and smiled very gently: "The thirty yuan I spent at the beginning is the most valuable money I spent in this life, Brother Zheng, thank you for taking care of you in the past few years, in the next life, I will protect you." ”

Zheng Xiaolou choked, laughed, and nodded.

As he spoke, the enemy took a few steps closer.

Wang Zhumo had a knife in his hand, blocking his chest, and shouted: "I'm still here!" Kill! ”

The more than 20-pound Mo knife danced vigorously, and every move and style was the routine of the Mo knife camp back then.

The heavy sword had no edge, and with a single sword, another enemy army fell to the ground with a miserable howl.

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PS: There is one more ...... (To be continued.) )