Four battle formations, four walls.

On the Taiping Road in the west, the remnants of the army who held on to the rebels hated the rebels the most, and the murderous people were the most ruthless. They crossed the piles of corpses, stepped on the blood and water, and forced the rebels back to a distance of dozens of meters from West Street, leaving not a single completed corpse in the place they passed.

On the north and south sides, the 20,000-liter dragon guards who came from South Street and North Street occupied an absolutely advantageous position, and on the rooftops and in the alleys, the soldiers with killing weapons in their hands had turned into the Grim Reaper, ruthlessly harvesting one life after another.

On the east side of the street, the 10,000 Donglingwei who had cut off the rebels' Liang Road were like divine soldiers descending from the sky, cutting off the last hope of the rebels to escape. They didn't have to do anything, they just rode their horses, and the rebels who tried to flee were already scattered.

There are dead ends in the front and back, and the east and west south gates are heavily surrounded. The rebels suddenly looked like tigers that had lost their minions, and they no longer had the capital to show off their might.

Many people do not understand until they die, why the mighty army fell apart overnight.

No one could give an answer, and they didn't even have time to think, because the rout came too quickly.

There was a wail everywhere, and it was no longer the endless cries of the rebels, but the almost ventive roars of the defenders, and the screams of the end of their lives.

Seeing the scene in front of them, no matter how dull people are, they also understand a truth: Bianjing City is a trap, and they are just turtles in the urn.

Nie Wancheng's face was as pale as dirt. When all expectations and fantasies were disappointed, let this fat man who wanted to soar squatted on the ground, and had no idea at all.

When he encountered troubles that he could not solve, he habitually looked to the east and traveled far away. And this time, the wise old man could no longer make him feel at ease.

Because he had closed his eyes.

Dongfang is like an old pine, not caring about the sound of fighting, not caring about the shouting, just closing his eyes in the middle of the street.

No one felt a trace of stability and composure from this expression, only his discouragement.

He closed his eyes, just because he didn't dare to look at the scene that broke his heart.

Countless days and nights of planning, many years of grand vision, condensed all the hopes of his ambition, and disappeared in this close place.

It's gone, it's all gone!

What ascends the throne and becomes the emperor, and what is the unification of the world...... The falling figures reminded him that it was all far away from him.

He lost his son, lost his reputation, and lost the possibility of turning defeat into victory.

Now he is just a loser with nothing.

I'm tired of shouting, and I'm tired of killing. Tang An stepped forward again when the battle was at its fiercest, and shouted with all his strength: "Those who surrender will not be killed!" ”

Hearing these harsh words, Dongfang Yuanxing opened his eyes and glanced at the roof in the cold wind.

He saw Tang An's smiling face, smiling so brightly, but so mocking. It was as if this cunning little scholar had seen his own failures from the beginning, and the scenes of sticking to the city gate and running for his life on the street, just to lead himself into a trap, were all like elders playing with naughty children.

He laughed miserably.

Tang An stood proudly on the eaves, rubbed his thumb, and used his index finger and middle finger to look at the east and travel a little farther away, as if holding a pistol.

"Bang!"

Confiding an onomatopoeia incomparably vividly, Tang An couldn't help but fall into endless fantasies.

Thirteen years ago, Master Mu guarded the palace gate with one person and one sword, and was the first in the world in martial arts.

Thirteen years later, under the watchful eyes of all people, with this incomparably sassy posture, Zhenxi Hou Tang'an fought Xiangguo with one person and one "gun", and he was named the first in the world of wit - not too much, right?

The position where Lord Tang stood was too conspicuous, and the action of raising the "gun" was too sassy. In the crowd, the defenders couldn't help but start speculating.

"What does it mean that Lord Tang stretched out two fingers?"

"I don't know, I guess I think I'm very two."

"What do you mean by very two?"

"It's handsome!"

What Tang An didn't expect was that many years later, when the people talked about this big war related to the trend of the world, and when they talked about the resourceful Tang Daren, they would add the word "very two" in front of it.

Chen Buping, who received Tang An's prompt, immediately began to respond, loudly inciting: "Those who surrender will not be killed!" ”

Most of the soldiers felt Tang An's mood. The rebels can't be killed, not to mention that Datang has also reached a precarious juncture, and it can't withstand such heavy losses. Being able to surrender without a fight is undoubtedly the best choice.

But thinking about the disasters brought to Datang by these traitors, thinking of the countless brothers who died at their hands, there are still many people in the crowd who have committed crimes.

Ji Chen first stabbed his sword into the heart of a rebel, and then said loudly as if relieved: "Damn, those who surrender will not be killed!" ”

The shouts soon became one, and the five words "those who surrender will not be killed" resounded throughout the street like nine days of thunder.

Although the rebels who had already been frightened had the advantage in numbers, most of them were soft bones who had lived in the south for a long time and had not really experienced the battle formation.

Seeing the hope of life, the man did not hesitate for a moment, immediately threw down the weapon in his hand, and fell to his knees one by one.

The Kuroshio tide rises and falls, and the defeat of the rebels is assured.

Seeing that the rebels around him had no momentum, and almost all of them chose to compromise, Nie Wancheng felt sad in his heart. His eyes rolled, but he secretly took off his hat and knelt down with the crowd who were leaning down......

Only one person was still standing.

Dongfang Yuanxing knew that no matter how much he knelt, he couldn't change his fate. Everyone can live, but he must die - just like if he succeeds in his rebellion, he will definitely kill Qin Tian.

Winning is winning, losing is losing, there is no reason to talk about it. Knowing that the result cannot be changed, and wagging his tail and begging for mercy will not be exchanged for a glimmer of life, why should he lower his noble head again?

Moreover, he could no longer find a purpose to continue living. Rather than leaving an empty shell, it is better to die happily, because that is the real liberation.

He didn't want to die just yet, because there was one last doubt.

How did you lose?

In order to understand the problem, he took steps with his crutches.

Although the army has been defeated, the commander of Dongfang Yuanxing, who exists in name only, has no binding force on the rebels under him, but the rebels still involuntarily give way to a way.

"Your Majesty, I'll take down this thief!" The voice of the Flying Gate Lord was full of hatred. He will never forget the scene of his wife's death, thirteen years have passed, and the person who brought him all the pain will finally get retribution!

"Hey-" Qin Tian was expressionless, and he couldn't see that he was the victorious side at all, and his calmness made people's hearts palpitate. He looked at the old man in the distance calmly, and said softly, "Let him come over." He has too many grievances with the Qin family, and it is time to make a break. ”