Settle down and there is no stability in front of the door.

There is still no end to the black torrent. Although they suffered more casualties than the defenders, their faith was more persistent, and their numbers were larger. The weaker that line of defense becomes, the more ecstatic the rebels in the rear will be, and the more eager they will be to destroy it.

The defenders were still holding out, and not a single one gave up.

When the remnants of the defenders did not choose to evacuate from Nantong Gate, they were doomed to die with the rebels. Unfortunately, they were too tired and outnumbered, and after throwing down countless corpses, the solid defensive line loosened for the first time and quietly moved backwards.

How unwilling they are to give them another 20,000 - no, 10,000! They will definitely be able to achieve the final victory, everyone has no doubt about it.

But there are not so many ifs in life.

The sound of "jingle bell" is endless, the wild shouts and roars like wild beasts, the endless crowd at a glance, and the blood red in the sky......

Qin Tian's expression was extremely solemn, and he asked Dai Tianya next to him, "How long can it last?" ”

Dai Tianya's mood was also heavy, he thought a little in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Back to the emperor, the minister thinks...... Half an hour at most! ”

"Half an hour."

Qin Tian sighed, looked up at the sky, and silently said in his heart: "Half an hour later, will I still be the true son of heaven?" ”

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"Drive!"

Fang Di rode a horse, slowly weaving through the deserted streets.

At the age of twenty-eight, he has a tall figure and a handsome face, and if it weren't for the black uniform, no one would have been able to associate such a person with the rebels.

But in reality, he is a rebel.

Speaking of which, Fang Di is an authentic Beijing person. His father, Fang Zhongdao, held an important position in the ministry, but because of the accident thirteen years ago, he was implicated, and his family was demoted to slavery and sent to southern Xinjiang. Fang Di's fifteen years of happy life came to an end.

If it weren't for Nie Wancheng, maybe he would only be a humble slave for the rest of his life.

Having lived in the poor mountains and bad waters of southern Xinjiang for a long time, General Nie has an almost paranoid envy of the nobles of the capital, and firmly believes that he will definitely return to the rich land of the capital in the future. So, he needed someone to help him become a nobleman.

There is no doubt that Fang Di is this man.

With his extraordinary insight and clever mind, coupled with his handsome appearance, Fang Di was soon appreciated by Nie Wancheng and was promoted to a personal soldier. Of course, you have to pay as much as you want, and the price of becoming Nie Wancheng's henchman is naturally indispensable for "intimate service" when no one is there at night.

Since the rebellion, Nie Wancheng has taken good care of Fang Dike's careful liver. The army went north smoothly, and his status also rose with Nie Wancheng's ambitions. But just now, Nie Wancheng found Fang Di with a happy face, gave him a task for the first time, and touched him on the ass by the way.

Go to East Street to see what the group of troops that Pei Yu led is grinding against the girls who are slower!

Fang Di, who had long been frightened by the sight of severed limbs and stumps flying in the sky in front of him, turned pale and almost fled to take his life. Out of Nie Wancheng's sight, he immediately slowed down, for fear of returning early to see that hellish scene.

He knew that Nie Wancheng was in a hurry, because he was the one who benefited the most from capturing the palace, but Fang Di was not in a hurry at all.

It's yours, and no one can take it away, can it?

For the first time in thirteen years, Fang Di returned to his hometown. Walking on the familiar street with a light car, looking at the familiar bricks and tiles in the familiar, his mood was very comfortable. Although there was no one on the empty street, he still held his head high, as if silently announcing: I am back!

But there is always a time when the road is finished.

After a long delay, the wide and flat bluestone bricks of North Street came into view. But what made him a little puzzled was that there was no roar in the sky, no fierce fighting, and the silence was a little terrifying.

Fang Di's brow furrowed, the picture in front of him was so different from the imagination in his mind that he wondered if he was in the wrong place for a moment. But after thinking about it, I swallowed another heart into my stomach.

How many defenders are there in Bianjing City? The repeated attacks in the past ten days have already stretched the strength of the imperial court, and the remaining living forces may have been gathered in Andingmen, where can we still organize forces to resist?

Pei Yu, the grandson, must want to enter the palace in front of everyone and take the lead!

But what's the use of running faster? The reward for meritorious deeds is not based on speed, but on fists! Nie Wancheng's troops accounted for one-third of the rebels, and he was the first to follow the east to travel, and when the day of success, no one could take this merit. What can Pei Yu do even if he is active? Isn't it a dog who can only follow Nie Wancheng's ass and share the scraps?

With a disdainful "snort" on his face, Fang Di lightly pulled the reins and planned to go back to his life. But after a while, the horse under him did not move.

Fang Di looked down with some confusion, and the brown steed snorted, and fluttered its hooves a little uneasily, as if something made it feel afraid.

"Brute!" Fang Di didn't say a word and went down with a whip, but the brown horse still didn't react.

Fang Di was furious, and just wanted to shake the whip again, when he suddenly felt a little unusual. The bluestone slab in front of him seemed to be shaking slightly, like a precursor to an earthquake. Although he was on horseback, he could clearly feel the slight tremor of the earth.

Soon, he knew where the shaking was coming from.

"Stomp Step!"

The sound of dense footsteps grew clearer and louder from far to near. Fang Di raised his head in surprise and saw the scene that made his blood condense.

Right in front of him, more and more people gradually poured into his sight from the end of the street as the first warrior wearing a silver-white helmet appeared.

Their movements are neat and suspicious, and their steps are steady and powerful. The silver-white armor, which was completely different from the rebels, was connected like a sea of silver.

To Fang Di's surprise, each of them carried a huge crossbow on their backs, twelve terrifying crossbows. The bow spreads out in a wonderful semicircle behind them, like peacocks with their screens open. But in his eyes at this moment, every bow represents a human life!

What is certain is that this will never be a force traveling far from the East! The rebels will never have such strict military discipline, and they will not make people feel the murderous aura of Teng at a glance - this is the army of the Tang Dynasty!

Seeing them appear, the whereabouts of the 20,000 people led by Pei Yu can already be imagined. The judge of the Netherworld should be very busy now.

Fang Di didn't dare to imagine what kind of blow the Oriental Journey would suffer when such a terrifying army suddenly came out of nowhere and landed on the battlefield. What's more, this is just what you see on East Street, but what about North Street? What about South Main Street?

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: escape! Run as fast as you can, and run as far as you can!

But in the face of such a well-trained iron army, can you escape?

When he discovered this army, all the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty Shenglongwei naturally saw him.

"Another one who is not afraid of death."

Li Yunfei grinned, and in the high-speed movement, he drew out the twelve chain crossbows extremely steadily, closed the right eye with the scar, and shot out a popular crossbow with great speed!

"Whoosh!"

Between the lightning and flint, Fang Di's head tilted back slightly. Crossbow. The castration continued, leaving only a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

Sensing the threat of death, the horse raised its hooves and neighed, turning and running, leaving his body on the empty street.

"Stomp Step!"

Countless Tang Shenglongwei did not stop, stepped directly on the corpse of the embankment, and ran in the direction of West Street. Although he has the word "embankment" in his name, this embankment is completely unable to stop the torrent of steel like a silver ocean.

Perhaps his soul three feet above saw the scene in front of him, and he couldn't help but guess in his heart: this torrent...... Can the Oriental Journey be stopped?