Xiao Mohan looked at the high-spirited soldiers, a sense of pride arose, and finally glanced at the direction he came from, and rode his war horse in the direction of Jiacheng. Holding a scimitar in his hand, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and all the killing aura on his body was exposed.

Originally, the sun was shining in the sky, but now unconsciously, thick dark clouds had accumulated, and lightning and thunder sounded from time to time. The smell of blood coming from Jiacheng lasted for a long time, making people suffocating and disgusting.

Xiao Mohan and the others tried their best to kill the enemy, and their faces were covered with the blood of the enemy. When they rushed into the city, they looked at the mountains of corpses piled up in the streets, and the death was horrific.

The mind was filled with warm memories of the past and the people, and the actions of his subordinates became more and more ruthless, saying that the man bleed without tears, but the people they had guarded for many years ended up like this.

Full of sorrow, the road is endless and desolate.

Xu has killed too many enemies, and their hands have become numb, like puppets, only to avenge the people. However, they had only 2,000 men, and the enemy's army, including the rebels of Jiacheng, had 8,000 men.

At this moment, the only thing that can support Xiao Mohan and the others is the monstrous hatred.

The thunder and lightning hissed through the sky, and it hadn't rained at the border for a long time, and at this moment it seemed that God was sad for it. The raindrops the size of beans kept falling, mixed with the sound of weapons colliding during the fight, roaring, and the sound of knives entering flesh, which became more and more sad.

Xiao Mohan and his soldiers were exhausted, their physical strength had already been seriously overdrawn, and there were few enemy troops left. This is a premeditated killing game, and he did not hesitate to spend tens of thousands of lives to accompany the funeral, but also to lure Xiao Mohan into the game.

How cruel they are even on the battlefield!

In this battle, whether it is successful or not, Xiao Mohan will not escape infamy.

In the storm, Xiao Mohan looked at the group of Xiao Jiajun who came with all his might, his nose was sour, he held back his tears, and his tightly pursed lips slowly burst into a smile.

In front of everyone's eyes, he fell into a pool of blood soaked in the rain with several stabs in his body, and the splash was like a sharp knife stuck in the hearts of all the soldiers.

"Marshal !!"

The soldiers shouted hoarsely and rushed towards him.

Xiao Mohan relaxed at this moment, and found that even the strength to lift his fingers had been lost. Looking into the distance, he suddenly realized that he hadn't even said his last goodbye to her.

"Shu'er, I will give my life to the people in this life, I thought that this time I would return to Beijing, I would live in seclusion with you in the countryside, and I would end up in old age, but I never thought that I would end up like this...... It's me Xiao Mohan who can't stand you, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely give you everything. Yue'er ...... For the father, I only wish you to stay away from the court and be safe for the rest of your life......"

One inch of parting sorrow, two points of lovesickness and tears, three lives of love are inseparable, lighting four yellow spring lamps, tears, and finally very gloomy regret.

In the city of Jiacheng, there are countless stumps and broken bones on the ground, and the flowing rainwater is completely stained red and seeps into the soil.

Xiao Jiajun's eyes were red, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face.

The men have gold under their knees, they have been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and they are proud, and at this moment, they all knelt in the blood and water, and so did the people of Jiacheng who were lucky to survive. Splashes of rain fell on their faces and bodies, mixing with tears and sliding down.

Lu Jingshu, who was waiting for Xiao Mohan and the others to return from afar, felt a sharp pain in her heart, and her eyes were dim, and she vaguely seemed to see Xiao Mohan wearing battle armor, and stretched out her hand to her with a smile......

'Shu'er, let's go home. ’

"Hanlang ......"

......

The report of the victory in the border war was transmitted back to Kyoto, and everyone cheered and waited for the return of the god of war.

Although the final outcome of the battle remained unchanged, Xiliang was defeated. But their god of war was framed and ambushed on the way back to the court, and nearly 3,000 cavalrymen and 10,000 people in Jiacheng were brutally slaughtered.

In addition to shocking the government and the opposition, this incident also left a lingering haze in the hearts of the people.