By the time the sun rose again, the battle was over. It was a glorious victory, a devastating victory. Overnight, the road to Yanjing City was opened, and the victor rode on horseback on the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

The torches were extinguished by blood and dew, and smoke was rising in the morning breeze, and the owner's horse touched his master's head, but the master did not get up from the ground, and a chariot fell to the ground, and the four wheels were still turning, and one shield was split in half, half of which I did not know where it went, and the other half was floating in the blood, and under that half of the shield there was a face, a face that was half red and half white soaked in blood.

Looking at that face, Yan Shiba's stomach tumbled violently, and he almost vomited, he quickly clenched his fists and gagged his mouth, because too many people were watching him. There were warriors, lords, captives, and his two older brothers.

"The casualties weren't huge."

Che Ying rode a horse to protect Yan Eighteen, or he knew Yan Eighteen best, because it was a night raid, not a face-to-face battle between the two armies, so the casualties were not large, and they were still within the range that Yan Eighteen could bear, but war is war, and its cruelty and bloodshed still left a terrifying scar on this land.

"Kill me, you coward."

Yan Hun was escorted up by two soldiers, he looked very embarrassed, his helmet had fallen off, his hair, which had been charred by the fire, was scattered on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood. He spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood towards Yan Eighteen, and Yan Eighteen turned his head to avoid it.

"If the fifth brother catches me, will he kill me?" Yan Eighteen asked.

"Yes, I will personally cut off your head and let the world see what a coward's face is." Yan Hun stared at his eyes and struggled desperately, he wanted to rush up and bite Yan Eighteen, but he was pressed to death by two soldiers.

Yan Zhiyun was also escorted up, he looked much better than Yan Hun, and the soldiers who escorted him didn't even tie ropes around him, but just held an iron halberd against his back. He walked towards Yan Eighteen step by step, his eyes were very calm: "Don't ask me, I will kill you and will not leave you any chance, because I know that you are not a fool, nor are you a madman." Eighteenth brother, you are the most timid person in the world, you are more afraid of death than anyone else, so you dare not die. In order to live, you killed your most beloved rabbit with your own hands, and ate it, and now I just want to ask you, how does it taste? Yan Zhiyun smiled.

"Taste?"

The bitter water in Yan Eighteen's stomach rushed up one by one, he couldn't hold back it anymore, but he had to endure it, his cheeks were propped up, and his face turned red as purple.

"Hahaha."

Yan Zhiyun laughed loudly, like a winner laughing at a loser: "That didn't taste good, but you still ate it, just like today, you betrayed Cigna and won the war." All those who think you are a fool will eventually find out that you are the real fool. Little eighteen, I have never taken you for a fool, I am your starling, the starling who watched you grow up since childhood. ”

Yan Zhiyun stretched out his hand and looked at Yan Shibai on horseback with a smile, like a loving brother wanting to hug his timid brother. Yan Shibai suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his brothers looked down on him and bullied him, but the starling treated him differently and often took care of him. We're siblings, and we shouldn't have fought each other. Yan Shibai hesitantly flipped off the horse and walked towards Yan Zhiyun.

"Your Majesty."

Che Ying pulled the reins of the horse and blocked Yan Shibai's way, Yan Shibai raised his head and looked at Che Ying in a daze, while Che Ying stared at Yan Zhiyun coldly.

"Haha, hahaha......"

Yan Zhiyun laughed wildly, laughing and laughing, and suddenly fell backwards suddenly, and the two soldiers standing behind him didn't have time to put away their halberds, and the sharp halberd tips pierced Yan Zhiyun's back and came out of his chest.

Che Ying jumped off the horse, pinched it in Yan Zhiyun's sleeve, and found a short sword, a short sword that had been unsheathed. Cha Ying walked up to Yan Shibai with a short sword in his hand and knelt on one knee.

Yan Eighteen took the short sword, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

"That's right, he just wants to kill you, and I want to kill you, stop pretending to be an abominable grievance, you fool, coward. Kill me! Yan Hun roared hoarsely.

Yan Shibai didn't seem to hear the unforgettable hatred, he grabbed the short sword and turned on the horse's back, without looking at Yan Hun: "I won't kill you, because I have already killed two elder brothers." ”

"If you don't kill me, you'll regret it." Yan Hun shouted behind Yan Eighteen.

Yan Eighteen ignored him, and rode in the direction of Yanjing City, holding his chest out, like a king.

……

Yanjing City was shaken, and the vassals at both ends and the lords who were waiting and watching were all shocked, because they didn't expect the war to end so quickly. At this moment, the victors were leading a large army towards Yanjing City, and they had to recover from the shock, pouring out of Yanjing City like a tide, and coming to the front of the Baili Pear Forest to greet the real Yan Jun, the only Yan Jun.

Guan's, Baili's, Qutu's, Zhongli's, these clearly expressed their support, and the nobles who stood on the opposite side of Yan Eighteen were prostrate on the ground, not daring to look up at Yan Eighteen, but Yan Eighteen chose to turn a blind eye, sometimes, turning a blind eye is also a punishment, so they gathered in front of the palace gate again, took off the crown on their heads and put it on the ground, and they almost didn't tie up Jing and plead guilty.

Yan Eighteen hung them for three days, and also made them kneel for three days, Baili Jingnian was old, and fainted because he couldn't survive the blazing sun. At this time, Yan Eighteen invited them into the palace, held a feast, and entertained them with delicious food and drink, but did not mention anything about their past, but demoted their family lord by one rank, and no one had any objection to this, after all, everything was over.

Yan Wuxian is the head of the Yan family in Longshan, and he is also an unwavering supporter of Yan Eighteen, of course Yan Eighteen will commend him for his merits, and now he is the general of Yan State, inheriting the title of Yan Qixie, and settled in the General's Mansion, which is the former General's Mansion.

The punishment is punished, the reward is rewarded, the army outside Yanjing City has also been discharged and returned to the field, this war is like a farce ended, Yan 18 stepped on the stargazing platform in the cheers of the ministers, and under the witness of the new great witch official, he accepted the blessing of the great god of Haotian and the Xuanniao, and became the real king of ten thousand times.

Peace came to the Yan Kingdom again, every Yan people were admiring the great exploits of Yan Eighteen, no one remembered, or rather, no one was willing to mention it, this great feat was not only unexpected, but also very easy to criticize, but who would dare to question a king of ten thousand times in person? Although Yan Shibai is indeed a treacherous promise, he is also a well-deserved winner.

However, the great god of Haotian is indifferent and ruthless, and the ancient tradition, the belief like an iceberg, has a little more rift. History is made by heroes, traditions are born because of heroes, and they will end because of what heroes do.

At this time, Yan Eighteen was squatting under the root of the wall digging a pit, the hoe was covered with mud, the pit was digging deeper and deeper, and beads of sweat rolled up on his forehead, the witch officials and palace people standing on the side looked at him incredulously, but no one dared to persuade him, now Yan Eighteen is no longer the Yan Eighteen of the past, and his thunderous means make the world afraid.

After digging for half an hour, the soil at the entrance of the cave was raised high, Yan Shibai did not dig what he wanted to dig, although he clearly remembered that the rabbit hair was buried here, however, after so many years, the rabbit hair buried by a five-year-old naughty boy had long been corroded by the soil, and he could no longer find the slightest trace.

Yan Eighteen was stunned for a while, took out the short sword from his arms, and found it from Yan Zhiyun, wanting to assassinate him on this basis, touching the lines of the short sword, the tentacles were cold and cold.

He stuck his dagger at the bottom of the pit, pushed down the dirt from the pit, and buried it like a rabbit's fur. Seal the hole, pull over handfuls of weeds and sprinkle them tightly, as if adding thatch to a new grave. By the time he had done all this, the sun had set, and he was so tired that he was out of breath.

"Starling, this is the gift I gave you on your twelfth birthday, how can you take it back?"

Yan Eighteen walked towards the heavily fortified palace and muttered to himself, "The truth, the truth is no longer so important. ”

……

"Is the truth really that important?"

The three Yan brothers returned to the General's Mansion, and Yan Wu immediately sent someone to pick up his mother who was in Longshan, and Mrs. Yan was busy in the kitchen, she was making bracken patties for her late husband.

Yan Wuxian stood in the empty and desolate courtyard with a bronze crane beak lantern. Because no one cleaned it for a long time, the yard was full of fallen leaves, and when the wind blew it, it whirled around, some fluttering at the oil lamps, and some wandering in the corners. This is the small courtyard where the great doctor used to live, and the big pear tree casts a dark shadow, shrouding a stone table, and a layer of ash on it.

Yan Wuxian swept away the dust with his sleeve, and the chessboard on the table was revealed, and the lines were still clear, which was carved out of Ji Lie and Wei Dashen's short sword, a sword, a sword, and now the chessboard is still the same, but the personnel are not.

After sitting on the cold stone bench for a while, but no longer hearing the gentle laughter and the moving sound of Xun, Yan Wuxian picked up the lamp and walked out of the small courtyard.

Two slave girls came up to him with brooms, and when they saw him aside, their heads bowed, as if they were facing their father. Yan Wuxian was stunned, yes, I am now a general, the head of the Longshan Yan family, and I am no longer the Yanjing Seven Tigers.

"You don't have to clean it, it's sealed, and no one is allowed to enter without my orders." Yan Wuxian heard his own voice, majestic and cold.

"Yes, Master."

The slave girls did not dare to figure out the general's thoughts.

Yan Wuxian left with the lamp, and the light dragged his shadow to the elder.

"The truth doesn't matter anymore."