April 19, Shadong.

On this day, Zhengyang Palace had nothing to do.

Waved everyone away, Qin Tian sat silently on the dragon chair, his young face full of loneliness and exhaustion. He rubbed back and forth on the shiny armrest over and over again, as if he coveted the soft arm of his lover who was about to go away,

On it, there are the handprints of successive kings. One major decision after another has been made, allowing Datang to come to this day step by step, and it is inseparable from the old emperors' bold and dry slap on it.

It has witnessed countless legends of the Tang Dynasty and condensed too much dragon energy. For Qin Tian, it didn't look like a status symbol, but more like an old friend.

Will an old friend leave the ambitious emperor behind?

He didn't know.

He endured for many years and once established his position.

He took precautions and eliminated the giants of the three dynasties.

He will plan what he wants, step into the conspiracy and use his role as bait, and play a game of chess that turns the world upside down.

The moment he fell, he lost the right to regret his moves.

The bureau has been laid out, and the manpower has been exhausted. After more than ten years of dedication, the result is only in the day.

He sighed, his young eyes revealing a vicissitudes that were not commensurate with his age, and he looked to the west, silently waiting for the judgment of God.

Becoming a king, I am lucky.

Defeated, I accept my fate!

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The streets of Bianjing are no longer as lively as they used to be.

There is no hustle and bustle, no jubilation, and the warm sunlight shines on the cold street, reflecting the scattered ghost-like figures.

Pedestrians have clouds on their faces, as if they can't see tomorrow at all. They don't know what kind of miserable appearance this prosperous capital that has witnessed the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty will become when the end comes.

Flying Gate.

Cheng Yunhe sat in the lobby, and for the first time in this extremely solemn room, he took off the hideous bronze mask.

This mask has made him a supreme minister for decades and has won the trust of the royal family. However, in the face of the menacing army, will the imperial court still be the former imperial court?

Cheng Yunhe sighed again and squinted his eyes to look west.

He couldn't see anything, but a magnificent picture flashed in his mind. Thinking of the peace that the ancestors bought with their blood, he stood up and prayed silently in his heart.

Datang, you must hold on......

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Tang An, Datang Ping'an......

Will Datang still be safe?

No, Datang will become hell.

With your stubbornness, how can you bear to see the people of Datang living in dire straits?

Do you still want to use your not too thick shoulders to support this crumbling country?

But how can the power of one person stop the wheel of history?

I want to see you, I'm going crazy. But I am afraid to see you, afraid to meet you in battle, afraid to part with you in life and death, afraid that you will still fight in the face of thousands of troops, like a fool.

In the carriage, Su Meier looked through the window at the battle situation strewn with corpses in the distance, and her heart was extremely entangled.

She is a woman who has received the most cruel punishment of Immortal Heaven one by one, a woman who will never renounce her faith no matter what, and a woman who believes in her oath.

Such a woman is pathetic.

Of course, she knew why Tang An found out about the poisonous oath, and she also knew how much he loved her. The three knives that can be seen deep in the bones are the promises he made to himself.

In fact, it is very simple to break the oath and live for a lifetime, but it is very painful for her. Looking at the pale sky, she seemed to see a god standing there with thunder and lightning in his hand, ready to make those who broke their oaths pay.

If this pain only needs to be borne by her, then no matter how painful it is, she will continue to love.

But she couldn't let go of Tang An, and she didn't want to let the people who loved her and the people she loved so much be lost.

She had prepared for the worst, because this day of life was worse than death, and it was simply not something that people could bear. But even if she was going to die, she wanted to see Tang An again, and enjoy the doting in his gurgling eyes for a moment.

The reason why she agreed to Zao Wou-ki's non-centrific request to force marriage was just to exchange for his trust and pave the way for herself to rush to this yellow land that witnessed the road of love between the two.

In the shouting and killing in the sky, Su Meier's beautiful eyes were filled with melancholy, as if she had returned to the time when she traveled west with that little person and died all the way in the siege.

Tang An, I'm already here. You...... Will it come?

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"Rush! Kill them all, Datang is ours! ”

"Kill, !!"

With the intervention of Tiele's troops, the Xiongnu army finally stopped its decline. Prior to this, they had already been contained on the bank of the river by the tenacious Tang army, and it was difficult to advance an inch, leaving only corpses everywhere.

But now, the situation has taken a turn for the worse.

More than 200,000 Tang troops, after countless tragic battles, the remaining number of people is probably less than 170,000. The combined number of Tiele and the Xiongnu army exceeded 250,000.

Of course, there are times when numbers are not the only measure of combat effectiveness. With the courage and skill of the Hu people, even if the number is not superior, the head-on confrontation will not fall behind.

If it weren't for the fact that the Tang soldiers had no way out, if everyone hadn't risked their lives, if they hadn't borne the expectations of all the Tang people, I'm afraid they would have been defeated.

In the years of struggle with the Hu people, it seems that the Tang soldiers have never taken advantage. Therefore, seeing that the invincible Xiongnu army was losing and retreating, every Tang person was like being beaten with chicken blood.

Only then did they know that the brutal Huns could also be defeated. Moreover, they were defeated in their own hands!

It's a pity that they forgot that behind the Huns, there were still endless Xia troops.

The charge of the black-clothed Tiele made the Tang soldiers feel the pressure in an instant. Along the blue Panhe River, the black-clothed Hu army and the red-clothed Tang army were entangled, like two snakes biting each other, unable to see the edge at a glance. Only the shouting and killing in the sky added a liveliness to the originally empty yellow earth.

It's so tragic!

The Hun commander Kodor's face was pale, his body had already been stained red with blood, and a pair of small eyes looked at Mo Lingtu who was walking calmly with hatred, and asked angrily: "Mo Lingtu!" What do you mean? Do you want to take my credit? ”

Mo Lingtu glanced at Kodor, who had been pierced with two blood holes on his body, with some sympathy, and shook his head and said, "Tsk...... Why is the first warrior of the Huns so capable? If it weren't for Ben Shuai coming to help, I'm afraid it wouldn't be long before you were swallowed by the Tang Army. ”

Kdor's eyes were shattered, and he said angrily: "Fart! The warriors favored by the Immortal Heaven will never fail! ”

Seeing him so stubborn, Mo Lingtu instantly lost interest in justifying himself - a truly smart person would not try to reason with a fool.

He pointed behind him and said, "The emperor personally gave the order, if you are not satisfied, go to the emperor to ask for an explanation." ”

Kodor glanced back, then his face was full of cruelty, and said, "Good! When I finish killing these Tang dogs, I will definitely go to Tian Khan. But you don't want to snatch this head! ”

Mo Lingtu smiled noncommittally, raised his chin in front of him, and said, "Until then, it's better to take care of yourself first." ”

Kodor followed his gaze and saw that the Tang general in military uniform was blocking in front of him.

Dai Tianya's image was very embarrassing, and Kdor's punch almost killed him. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, I am afraid that the internal organs have already been severely damaged.

But he couldn't retreat.

His soldiers are still fighting bloodily, and no one flinched, so how could he give up as the commander-in-chief?

Kodor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the man who had left two wounds on his body had succeeded in arousing his anger.

"I admire you." Kodor smiled coldly at Mo Lingtu, "Out of respect for the warriors, I will bury you with my own hands." And now, you go and die! ”

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The Datang army couldn't stand it.

They didn't want to retreat, but they had to.

The merger of the two armies of the Xiongnu and Tiele has surpassed the Tang army in terms of numbers and momentum. As the large forces gained a foothold on the banks of the river, they began wave after wave of attacks. As long as this "one-word long snake array" is torn open by the Hu people, the Datang army will face a catastrophe.

Considering the strategic layout, despite extreme reluctance, the Datang troops began to shrink their formation.

In all cases where all forms are unfavorable to their side, they must minimize their losses. Perhaps no one can hope for victory anymore, because in the face of absolute strength, there is no point in sacrificing their lives and forgetting death.

All they can do is consume, consume, and consume. Being able to kill one more Hu person may be equivalent to saving one more compatriot. And before that, what they have to do is to minimize their losses and gather their living forces to fight to the death with the Hu people.

Try your best, at least no one will regret it. Even when they saw their ancestors underground, they could puff up their chests with pride and tell them that each of them had done their best.

The formation began to shrink, and the entire Datang team began to retreat slowly.

Just now, they fought more with less, surrounded the points to send reinforcements, and the battle was vigorous. And with the injection of Tieler's combat power, this advantage no longer exists.

The result of the change of formation was that the Xiongnu and Tiele people could not give full play to their individual superiority, and opened the formation to suppress each other with numerical superiority.

Of course, this only slowed down the cannibalization of the troops.

The Hu people will not line up in a matrix in a regular manner, but run around like wild wolves, surround the Tang Dynasty soldiers, and let them avoid and retreat!

However, after the coach was replaced by Mo Lingtu, the offensive strategy still changed. The army encircled and strictly implemented the tactical style of "encircling three and missing one", and always retained the gap in the east.

They want to keep the hope of life alive in the Tang people, so that they will not be desperate, so as to break their morale step by step.

To put it simply, Mo Lingtu wants to surround and kill his opponent psychologically, and slowly transform it into the final slaughter!

The attrition of both sides is extremely fast, whether it is a Tang person or a Hu person, someone will fall down in every breath.

The Tang soldiers didn't care, and when the battle came to this, they didn't have any thoughts.

Mo Lingtu didn't care. As long as the Huns died more than the Tielers, he would be enough to make a difference. And those Tiele warriors did not die in vain, they became the stepping stones for themselves to step on the altar. For every Tieler, dying for him is a blessing.

Kodor didn't care even more. He knew that the final victory would definitely belong to him, and now, he just wanted to kill Dai Tianya!

Time passed minute by minute, and even Zao Wou-ki, who was sitting in the rear, had already crossed the Panhe River.

This represents one step closer to his ultimate goal. The river, like a blue ribbon, was like a marking, marking him waving goodbye to the overlord he had once been.

The gradual change in his identity made him excited. He could no longer suppress his ambitions, could not wait any longer.

He stretched out his right hand, which trembled slightly, as if pointing out a way to heaven for thousands of troops, and said loudly: "Send out the six major tribes in the southwest again - attack with all your might!" ”