is unwilling to die like this, and even the horse leather shroud refuses, so he can only wait until he becomes a wronged soul, and then find someone to ask for his life.

However, at the head of the bridge, hand in hand to go to Huangquan, the iron armor will not leave the body, and the cold soldiers will not leave their hands. If you don't drink Meng Po soup when you meet, you will become a ghost soldier, and you will continue to guard this emperor! Since life and death have been entrusted, it is just a reward.

Wushuang was relieved, his eyes saw through the impermanence, and there was a decisive look in his eyes.

Jiang Yuze gritted his teeth, but still refused. He looked at Xiao Ling'er, and in his eyes, there was infinite desolation and helplessness.

Xiao Ling'er couldn't bear that gaze, so she could only turn to look at Ling Yu and Xiao Xiao, hoping that they would have some way.

"Is there any other way? Do any of you know how to solve it, does anyone know?! Xiao Ling'er's voice trembled a little.

Everyone immediately shook their heads, too anxious...... It happened too quickly, no one expected that the bosom friend didn't run away, pretending to be Jiang Yuze to trick the Tiger Guards here, and still poisoned him.

When the sky broke, Jiang Yuze stood in the backlight of the early sun, with no expression on his face.

Five hundred Tiger Guards, lying neatly on the ground that had been dried with burned yellow slime. They all put their hands on the tiger rune on the left side of their chests, as quiet as when they came. Their faces were still solemn without emotion, but there was a look of relief on their faces.

Wang Hutong held Wushuang's body and refused to let go, and the dead body gradually lost its temperature. Only that face, as if it was just asleep, as if it was just a joke, and the next moment it could get up and talk.

He said that as long as his brain still works, he will not leave the emperor and leave the tiger guard......

He said that brute force cannot be used to fight a war, but it is necessary to rely on wisdom, strategy, and arranging troops......

He also said that Hutong is a smiling tiger, a disguise that he knows better than him......

He also said that Hutong's name is too ugly, and there is no elegance at all, so it is better to call him Wang Manzi.

However, the enemy, instead of defeating him on the battlefield in a righteous and bright manner, used this kind of indiscriminate, vicious and more than human ability, ruining his proud brain...... Destroy his mind...... His son-in-law is unmatched.

There is no longer that charcoal in the snow, and the son of the moon before the flower is unparalleled...... There is no light feather fan in the hand day and night; He did not sit on the ground, but drank and talked with the soldiers around the campfire; He was not sick, but he still held a military book in his hand, and taught him soldiers in the candlelight......

Tiger Guard's military advisor, unparalleled!

Xiao Ling'er looked at Xiao Xiao, who was crying sadly, and was sobbing in Ling Yu's arms. Hu Bugui sat on the ground, looking at Wang Hutong and Wushuang Gongzi weakly, his eyes were glazed, and finally he hugged his head and whimpered. Jiang Haoran and the others lowered their heads, glanced at Xiao Ling'er and looked away at a loss, they were feeling guilty.

In the end, Xiao Ling'er looked at Jiang Yuze, she wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know where to start. At this moment, comfort is the most pale and powerless thing.

Suddenly, everyone saw Jiang Yuze move, he walked to the side of the war horse, took off his cloak, and picked up the Xuanyuan sword. Walked over to the first vanguard and began to dig a pit, digging without saying a word.

Everyone began to dig pits, and with the emperor one after another, the tiger guards were buried, and this group of people defended the country. Iron-clad men, this group of men who would rather die than give in, stand up to the sky.

Until the sun in the east came to the middle of the sky, the tips of the five hundred new mounds had gradually been sunburned into a handful of dried loess.

In the end, only the peerless son in Wang Hutong's arms had not yet entered the ground, and a fresh breeze came, and the dirty and dirty black robe was blown to his feet. Wang Hutong's eyes were scarlet, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed his clothes and shook them violently in the air, and the dust fell.

Wang Hutong lowered his eyes, infinitely soft: "Yesterday, Wushuang was still washing this dress, saying that he was afraid that His Majesty would think that he was not clean." Today, Weichen has the courage to cover him, Wushuang is afraid of the cold, may this clothes accompany him to sleep forever, and set foot in this Jingzhou tomorrow, I will come to see you again. ”

Put Wushuang into the loess pit, carefully wrap the corners with the emperor's robe, wipe his face clean for him, get up and turn out of the loess pit, bury the soil, and set up a tombstone.

"Your Majesty, in the past, Wushuang always disliked my name and didn't sound good, but now I want to change it, he has always listened to you the most, you can help me name it again." The burly soldier dressed in loess knelt in front of the emperor who was also covered in mud.

Asking for a name, it is extremely embarrassing but no one dares to laugh at it.

"Mo Shangren is like jade, the son is unparalleled in the world, you will be called Moyu from now on."

"Wushuang, you wait here, I cut down this Jingzhou for you and make it a graveyard for you."

"You taught me the art of war when I was eleven years old, and after twelve years of war with me, I named you the king of the twelve. After I lay down this Jingzhou land, I will give it to you as territory! After finishing speaking, Jiang Yuze pulled up Moyu, seriously bent down towards the tomb group headed by Wushuang, and bowed deeply.

The wind blew through the hills, making a loud whining sound, and it seemed that many people were screaming.

Xiao Ling'er slowly raised her uncontrolled right hand in surprise, the bracelet on it was as black as ink, but it lit up for a moment, and she watched her fingers volley a little.

A ripple spread out like a ripple of water, brushing across the entire cemetery, and suddenly there was a movement in the soil, and a worm the size of half a palm crawled out of each mound...... Before they could see clearly, the insects slammed into black mist, and in the mist, white light the size of a grain of rice shone faintly.

Five hundred white lights slowly gathered on the tombstone of the unequaled son, condensed into a fist-sized ball of light, and finally rushed towards Jiang Yuze's chest.

A burning sensation came, Jiang Yuze peeled off the clothes on his chest, and on his heart, the bright red tiger rune pattern was the military pattern of the Tiger Guard!

At this moment, it quietly appeared on his chest, nesting on his heart. Will you really be with me until death? Jiang Yuze suddenly became sad and roared towards the sky:

"I, Jiang Yuze, swear here! Set foot in Jingzhou! Avenge my Jiang Guoerlang! If not, there will be no peace in life, and there will be no death in the imperial tomb! ”

The roar echoed in the wilderness for a long time.

And after they had gone for a long time, in that city it was always in the middle of the night, and a war song resounded. In the years to come, whether it is a drooping child or a yellow-haired old man, passing through an open field, you can hear the heart-wrenching, layered, thick and serious singing......

Eight years ago, the fifteen-year-old emperor's son, Jiang Yuze, was wounded on the front line, trapped in the city, and seriously injured in bed.

For this reason, Wushuang lost his temper for the first time, and scolded the emperor who was lying on the bed and might be the future emperor without any image. After scolding, he was angry, blushing and holding a fan with a thick neck, but the fan made of feathers didn't work, he could only leave the tent with his hands and go outside to breathe!

After Wushuang left, Jiang Yuze, who had a high fever that night, lay on the bed, as if he heard singing outside......

The rhyme is extremely strong, and the lyrics are short and catchy.

The next day, waking up to the sound of war songs, Jiang Yuze got up to look, lifted the curtain, and the seventeen-year-old Wushuang came into view, holding a battle flag embroidered with a black tiger!

With the remaining 100 defenders, all of them were ragged and disgraced, but they formed a tiger guard, and set up a life and death situation against him, saying: Even if the horse leather shroud is this time, you must protect him and return to the imperial city.

Later, they did everything they said, but in the end, none of them were feudal. The original Tiger Guard, along with its military advisors, all died on the battlefield, and their bones were gone.

Jiang Yuze changed overnight, and his eyebrows and eyes were no longer with a shallow smile and warmth, but with a kind of gloomy and ruthless that could not be dispersed, with a heavy murderous aura that could not be hidden.

The death of the Five Hundred Tiger Guards, especially the loss of the military master, had a great impact on him.

Xiao Ling'er They saw it, but they could only sigh, such an experience was something they couldn't understand. Wushuang was Jiang Yuze's right-hand man who relied on the most in the past, and before he stepped into Jingzhou, he broke an arm first...... There is nothing they can do about this pain and hatred.

Finally began to fight Jingzhou, the black and oppressive army crossed the Jingzhou River Pass and went straight to the hinterland of Jingzhou!

Kill the generals all the way, unimpeded, because they are unstoppable.

changed his previous cautious style of play, and crushed all the way with more than ten times the number of troops, and it only took three months to hit the city of Jingzhou.

Leaving behind the corpses of countless enemies along the way, stepping on the blood-red land, holding high the banner of Jiang Guo, and marching forward with his head held high.

Xuan Ji, Death, Yuan Qingzhi, Wang Jiulan, Ziliang, Ghost Ji, Gong Yu, and a little girl in red are now on the city wall.

They looked at the young emperor below, leading the children of various sects and millions of male masters.

The cold light of the iron armor pulled the sky and the earth, and he couldn't see the boundary, murderous and forbearing, like a sharp arrow that could leave the bow at any time and hang and be ready to fire.

After a short exchange, Xiao Ling'er in the fairy world fought against Xuan Ji, Taixuanzong Wan Cang against the dead, Huayang Sect Wan Qishan against Yuan Qingzhi, Wanjian Sect Xia Xifeng against Jiulan, Liangyi Sect Bai Qing against Ziliang, Penglai Mountain Lin Luo Ru against Ghost Ji.

The rest of the people were all watching, and a huge demon miasma enveloped the entire battlefield of Jingzhou City.

Xiao Ling'er of the white-clothed Taixu Sect, the first demon of the black yarn, Xuan Ji.

They all stood in the air, and finally the two looked at each other and smiled, Xiao Ling'er pierced the clouds in her hand, Xuan Ji waved her hand and took out the war halberd, and the first sound of the vigorous battlefield began!

Jiang Yuze looked at them worriedly, but after the two of them fought, they looked fierce, but the two of them were obviously just tricks, and after being familiar with each other's moves, they rose to the sky and stood above the clouds.

The clouds are light, the halberd is mighty, and this is the real fight. went all out, but his subordinates were measured, Jiang Yuze breathed a sigh of relief.

But this is not the case on other battlefields, they are all fighting to the death.

The collision of demonic energy and immortal qi caused the heavens and the earth to be alarmed, and from time to time there was a flash of brilliance. There were casualties in a short fight, but they did not back down.

Since ancient times, immortals and demons have been incompatible.

After I don't know how long, after fighting for a long time, Xuan Ji yelled and lost the halberd.

"No more fighting! I'm exhausted! Xuan Ji didn't expect that Xiao Ling'er, who had just become an immortal five years ago, was unprepared to be torn off the high wall by her on the jade fence.

At that time, she also said that she was not afraid, she was not afraid to be friends with her, even if they fought, they were still friends...... Now that the fight is really starting, Hyun Ji is restricted everywhere.

The sky-breaking halberd is not an inch long or an inch strong, but Xiao Ling'er pierces the clouds in his hand, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, it is too flexible, the moves are ever-changing, and all the laws are one, not departing from its roots, like gold and water wrapped in silk, cunning and sharp, there is no way to fight at all.