If you turn the wheel of time, go back more than an hour. At that time, the twilight had not yet fallen, and the sunset in the west was the moment of brilliant burning.

The sky is low, and the four fields are vast. Between the mountains and rivers, the dazzling is endless. The clouds on the horizon were like fire, and the earth changed color. Even the water in the river is a shuddering red. If there is a national player Danqing or a literary master here, there will definitely be a masterpiece that will be born.

It's just that this amazing color is not the red that can be depicted by the danqing in the world, let alone the magnificence that can be carved by a knife and brush.

A remnant sun spreads in the water, half of the river is sorrowful and half of the river is red! Outside the Persian royal city, the water of the rivers is the best portrayal of this. The water is red with blood, and the remnant sun is obscured by the light of the sword! The legend of one person, at this moment, overshadows all things in heaven and earth.

Mohan, the temple messenger who led the Persian dead men in this raid, is still alive. But it's almost like dead. For his heart is dead. The dead had become real dead soldiers, and he no longer had any will to fight.

If the death of Bohan in the previous days was only a shock to him. Now, there are no other words to describe his mood.

In the ancient legends of both the East and the Western continent, there are ancient gods who will have otherworldly abilities. But that's just a legend after all. Those who are beyond the power of the world have not been seen with their own eyes. Even Mo Han, who was a temple emissary, never believed that anyone could be so rebellious. If conditions permit, the brave in the world can defeat hundreds, or even hundreds, and these are acceptable. But to talk about 10,000 enemies, it is illusory after all.

Dozens of miles away from the royal city, a great war was nearing its end. The waves stirred up have not subsided, and the water of the great river continues to flow mightily. The remnant sun is like blood, falling in the eyes, it is as sad as the end is coming.

"Original...... I'm lonely...... Today, I know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. There are no regrets even if you die! ”

Mo Han, whose heart was like ashes, looked up to the sky and sighed, and finally glanced at the backlit figure. In the middle of the river, the sun shines brightly, like a god descending, not an earthly scene. There is no need to think about it anymore, the future outcome of this continent is decided. He barely raised the half-truncated knife and plunged it into his chest without hesitation. Then he fell into the water on his back and floated away with the corpses in the river.

Seeing that there were no enemies around, Yuan Zhao poured his arm strength with the last breath of true qi, and plunged the knife in his hand into the rock in the center of the river. Then he finally sat down cross-legged. This knife, which was only half exposed, was no longer his original two. Those two knives that represent the spirit of the Han Dynasty have long been broken after fighting a thousand knives. The knife he later used to slaughter Wanfu was the heavy sword of the black iron that he had taken.

This river, which was labeled as the "Broken Knife River" in all later texts, is a sacred monument because of today. It flowed through the land and never withered and dried up again.

When the 5,000 Han troops, who rushed to defend themselves against the enemy, rushed to the other side of the river, what they saw was the scene of the end of the war. The blood in the river is still not exhausted, and the undulating dead and wounded can be seen everywhere in the water. And looking up and down the river, only the people sitting calmly on the huge rock are like a resting statue.

The 5,000 Han army didn't know what to do at this time. They just stared at the body with their backs to this side

Shadow, like looking at a majestic mountain. But he didn't dare to disturb his rest easily.

The wind blew through the holes in the hilt, whining. Yuan Zhao glanced back at the Han army on the other side of the river, and he gestured to them that they didn't have to come. He was so tired, he felt tired like he had never felt before, and if he could, he would have wanted to lie on this rock, sleep to the sound of the river, and never have to wake up again.

Maybe it won't be too long before the blood in this river and the dead people in it will disappear cleanly, and there will be no trace of blood again. It's just that the blood on his hands and the blood in his heart can never disappear.

Bathed in the warmth of the last glow, the man named Yuan Zhao actually felt lonely as he had never been. At this weakest moment, he suddenly had some doubts, wondering what he came to this era for?

Is it just to kill people? How many have died at his hands over the years? I'm afraid he can't even remember it himself.

I don't know why, the sound of the river gradually fades in my ears. The colors of the world are also beginning to dim. In a trance, his mind inexplicably recalled many messy past events, those bizarre things, I don't know if it was an illusory imagination or a reality that once existed.

I remember the world I lived in, those people were warm, not so bloody, not so cold. He doesn't have too many responsibilities on his shoulders, and he doesn't have a heavy sense of mission. What kind of easy life is that? Now, he really doesn't know if it was his past life.

The pain in the chest and back, already a little numb. He didn't know how many wounds he had on his body, let alone whether there was still blood. Originally, he didn't have to work so hard. As a pivotal figure in the Han Empire, he was also the commander of the entire Western Expeditionary Army. More than 100,000 people can be sacrificed, but he has no reason to be so risky and brave himself, knowing that he is dying, and still fighting alone.

It's just that if he doesn't do this, how many big men will be buried in this land, and their souls will not be able to go home? He had no time to calculate the gains and losses, let alone the weight of life, and when he walked out of the Persian royal city, he was destined to be a tragic war.

The smoke rises along the river, and twilight finally falls. And it was as if he heard the neighing of war horses and the sound of the earth. He opened his eyes, and a smile began to emerge. As far as the eye can see, several warships are crushing through the wind and waves. As we got closer and closer, many people on board seemed to be anxiously shouting something.

Finally...... Or is it a victory, right? Now that the hardest time has passed, he can finally rest well.

Yuan Zhao lay down with difficulty and lay flat on the rock. His hand didn't touch the knife again. Maybe never again. The glow is hidden, and the twilight clouds are combined. The great rivers and mountains are all in the Han Dynasty!

"I'm going to get some sleep...... Don't bother anyone...... ”

Murmuring whispers, no one hears. He just said it to himself. In this short life, no matter when and where, although there were thousands of people blocking him, he never surrendered! Now, this small request is not excessive, is it?

Li Ling, who galloped desperately on horseback, finally saw the big river from a distance, and also saw the figure on the rock in the center of the river. He wanted to shout loudly, but his voice was so choked that he couldn't say anything. Tears blurred his vision, and he threw away his helmet and visor, just trying to get to his top quickly

Respect the people around.

The Persians were finally unable to resist the onslaught of the Wyvern cavalry. Like an avalanche, it is out of control. With the reversal of the situation in Nanying, General Su Jian, who had received strong support, immediately began to cheer up. The two armies fought together, and after several fierce battles, the Persians attacking from the west and north finally began to rout.

Then, seeing that the victory was decided, Li Ling, after receiving the latest news from the riverside, handed over the command of the battle to his generals, and asked them to wipe out the last armed forces of the Persian Empire no matter what the cost, until the Persian prince was captured. He only led his own cavalry and rushed to the river.

It's just that when he was still more than ten zhang away, Li Ling's heart suddenly sank. In a trance, he saw the mountain-like figure lying down. Since following Yuan Zhao, he has never seen him fall. Not only Li Ling, but in everyone's impression, this person named Yuan Zhao should be like the edge of the empire and will never be destroyed. He should be more like the towering Great Wall for thousands of miles, guarding China, and will never fall.

Eventually, however, he fell. This is an unacceptable fact!

All the cavalry, together with their young generals, threw themselves off their horses and jumped into the river. And the 5,000 Han troops who had been waiting here finally realized something. Everyone didn't care about anything, and shouted together and waded towards the center of the river.

It was also at this time that the warships that had once again transported supplies from the mouth of the sea finally arrived nearby. Yuan Hengbo, who was standing at the bow of the boat, didn't have time to wait for the boat to approach, he directly took off his armor, jumped into the water and swam over.

Yuan Hengbo rushed up the river overnight after receiving news of the crisis in the Han army camp along the way. Due to the strong winds, the speed of the warship was slow. When more and more corpses of Persian warriors were found in the waves of the river downstream, he already had a premonition that there might be a fierce battle taking place on the river near the royal city. It's just that what he didn't expect was that it would be a war for Yuan Zhao alone.

Before Yuan Hengbo arrived, Li Ling was finally the first to climb the rock. He didn't care about the water stains on his body, so he threw himself directly to Yuan Zhao's side.

"Master...... I'm coming! ”

Deeply inserted into the rock, Yuan Zhao lay there calmly, the smile on his face was gentle. It's like when he praises a few of their disciples after they have made achievements. But now his eyes were closed, and he didn't raise his arm to pat the boy on the back and praise it again.

Li Ling suddenly saw some darkness in front of him, and the joy and excitement of the great victory had disappeared without a trace. He hugged Master's upper body tightly, feeling so heavy.

Blood stained green shirt, tears spilled on the rivers, if he used his own life and even the lives of all the soldiers of the Han army, plus all the living beings on the continent, he could exchange it for the praise of the master who opened his eyes, he was willing.

"Master...... Wake up! ”

However, all that answered him was the whimpering of the river and the weeping of the hosts.

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