Li Fengliang wanted to use Yi Shui's sword intent to make a last fight.

Although his personal ability is not enough to influence the direction of this battlefield, he still has to fight.

But at this time, Zhou Tu stopped him.

Zhou Tu looked at him and suddenly said, "Although I really want to die standing with you, if there is a way to immortalize, do you want to try it?"

Li Fengliang looked into his eyes and asked, "I don't believe there is any other way now." ”

Zhou Tu looked at him and suddenly said, "Actually, I know the prince of the Fengwei Camp. ”

Li Fengliang bowed his head and was silent.

Zhou Tu looked at him and said, "This is what Da Zhou owes him, not you owe him, so I don't need you to repay the debt." ”

Li Fengliang looked up at him, as if he realized something.

He suddenly said, "Are you sure?"

Zhou Tu smiled, "I don't know." ”

Li Fengliang said again, "You should know." ”

Zhou Tu laughed again, "I'm just a horse herd now." ”

Li Fengliang was silent, and he suddenly said seriously, "You know what the consequences will be if your identity is exposed." ”

Zhou Tu also smiled, "For the sake of the people of Da Zhou, I can only give it a try." ”

Li Fengliang looked at him, suddenly stood up, and then bowed to the ground.

He already knew what choice Zhou Tu was going to make.

He was the former emperor, and now Yin Shanhe is just for revenge, and he happens to be the one who can dissolve Yin Shanhe's enemies.

He didn't know if he would succeed, but he had to give it a try.

Zhou Tu felt the cold night, and suddenly felt a little unwilling.

Because he didn't want to die, he also wanted to return to the Celestial Empire, and he also wanted to see the flower that he liked so much in the Celestial Empire's summer resort.

He also wants to make a comeback.

But not at this point.

Even though he was once an emperor, he now has no choice.

Li Fengliang said in a low voice, "The emperor is righteous. ”

Zhou Tu smiled, "I'm a stable." ”

Li Fengliang said, "You may be a good emperor now." ”

Zhou Tu then smiled, "I want to too, but I don't have a chance." ”

He suddenly looked at Li Fengliang again and asked, "You don't seem to be surprised by my identity at all." ”

Li Fengliang thought for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and said, "When you came to be a soldier that day, I actually already knew about it." ”

Zhou Tu was puzzled and asked, "How do you know?"

Li Fengliang said, "Because although you said that you were poor that day, the light in your eyes was incomprehensible, and you didn't realize that it was your own problems that caused their poverty." ”

Zhou Tu replied, "I know now that I can't help but be honest in internal affairs and tough in foreign affairs." ”

Li Fengliang sighed and said, "It's too late." ”

The singing in the crowd gradually faded.

They were ready to make the final stand.

But at this time, there was a man standing at the front of them.

This person is not Li Fengliang, this person is Li Fengliang's stable.

All eyes were on him, and they didn't know what he was going to do.

Before, when Zhou Tu was brushing his horse, he mockingly asked him what he felt when he was the emperor, and the soldier had broken his left arm at this time, and he sat on the side, staring at Zhou Tu.

Zhou Tu looked at him and smiled and said, "Do you know why I said that I know that being an emperor is tiring?"

The soldier shook his head tremblingly, but did not speak again.

Zhou Tu seemed relieved, but his voice couldn't stop trembling.

The earth is panicked, and north of Ma Weiguan is the land he once feuded.

He drew his sword and stuck it on the ground.

He said calmly, "I'm dead. ”

He used me, and that was probably the last time he called himself.

Li Fengliang looked at him silently, and the hundreds of sergeants were silently looking at him.

They seemed to understand something.

This man was once their emperor, but now here he bleeds the same blood and suffers the same sins as them.

They seemed to know what the man was going to do.

The moonlight doesn't seem to be so bright anymore.

The light is as light as ice.

Frost.

The frost has finally fallen.

At the time of this frost, their blood should have been cold.

But at this time, it is extremely hot.

Zhou Tu finished saying that sentence and walked forward.

An arrow slashed through his ear before falling to the ground and thrust into an unknown corpse.

He is like the loneliest emperor between heaven and earth.

But at this time, he was only the most unknown stable.

The barbarians in the distance began to charge.

The bright moonlight seemed to press on top of his head.

The vast earth was bleeding, as if to see him off.

He stood at the front of a small group of Zhou troops, looking at the vast mountain of corpses and the sea of blood and the barbarian army coming in front of him.

He shouted, "I want to see Yin Shanhe!"

"I want to see Yin Shanhe......"

"I want to see ......"

......

His voice echoed across the wasteland.

The cold air of Luoshui did not take away the silence of autumn.

Just to make it even colder.

The barbarians stopped.

They froze, stopped firing their arrows, stopped charging.

There was no army of the Zhou people in front of them, just a person standing at this time.

An ordinary man dressed in a stableman's clothes.

But the man's waist is straight.

The man's eyes are bright.

The man stood there, with an imperial air.

He shouted loudly to see Yin Shanhe, so there were already cavalry to report.

......

......

Zhou Tu stood between heaven and earth.

He stood like a sword, a straight sword.

His eyes were unprecedentedly determined, firmer than a sword.

He looked at the vast barbarian army, and his ears seemed to ring the joyful laughter of the people in the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Mawei Pass.

It was as if the child's disobedient cry sounded.

It was as if the sound of a woman and her husband arguing.

It was as if the voice of an old man teaching a child sounded.

These sounds would be extremely unpleasant to hear.

But at this time, he just felt extremely happy.

In fact, it is that happiness.

His Great Zhou, his country, his territory, his people, his world, his merits, his mistakes......

All of this may be so happy.

But now all that happiness is gone.

He began to think about what it was like to kneel, what it was like to kneel and beg someone.

But he searched his brain, but in the end he couldn't find the associated sensation.

Because he was born as the emperor's life, it was others who came to ask him, he never begged others, but fortunately, he saw others begging him.

The cavalry had already gone in to report to Yin Shanhe.

Those barbarians didn't know what he was going to do, they stared at the stable, silently waiting for Yin Shanhe's reply.

The breeze is hard and cold.

He took off the stable's hat from his head, and his hair fell in a bun.

The cold wind blew his face stiff.

He reached out and wiped the bloody scab off his face, revealing his otherwise okay face.

He turned his head and looked at the majestic Guancheng, at the soldiers on the Guancheng, and at the remnants of the Guancheng.

He suddenly knelt down towards the whole world.

It was as if he was the only one left in heaven and earth.

He kowtowed to the ground.

Against the whole barbarian army.

His voice was like a night wind, whimpering like a complaint, but it was incomparably firm at this time.

His voice shook the flag and enveloped most of the barbarians.

His voice was sad and helpless, and there was unwillingness.

The moon fell on his face, and finally sent the sound.

Light freezes.

The sound is up.

......

......

"The Great Zhou Emperor Zhou Tu ......"

"Come and die!"

......