Night.

Very long night.

The long one is sad, and the long one is terrifying.

It was the time of frost fall, but there was no frost in front of Ma Wei Pass at this time.

There is the desperate scream of someone, the howl of someone before they die, and the trembling neighing of a warhorse.

There was blood, there were swords and guns, there were dead and alive.

But there is no frost only.

The sky is like a wash, and naturally there is a moon.

The moonlight fell in front of the pass and fell on Li Fengliang's body.

Li Fengliang's clothes were already soaked, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or sweat.

He sat on the corpse of an enemy soldier with a sword stuck in front of him, and he seemed to be in deep thought.

The flag fluttering in front is the Fengwei Battalion.

He asked Zhou Tu, "How many times has this been?"

Zhou Tu's voice was a little hoarse, but at this time, Li Fengliang could still hear it clearly.

He replied softly, "This is the twelfth attack of the feudal army. ”

Li Fengliang lowered his head, and then looked at the blood scab condensed on the sword in his hand, blocking the original edge of this sword. He didn't know how many people he had killed, but he still hadn't used his spiritual power.

His gaze seemed to have a sorrowful look, he just stared at somewhere in front of him in the sea of corpses and blood, and then suddenly asked, "Do you know that the twelve charges are just a temptation?"

Zhou Tu nodded, "I know." ”

Li Fengliang asked again, "We can't keep guarding here all the time, do you know?"

Zhou Tu nodded again, "I know, you have already suffered three sword wounds. ”

Li Fengliang looked at him and smiled, "What about your injuries?"

Zhou Tu held his arm, and the blood on it couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.

He smiled wryly and said, "Outside the skin and flesh, it's not in the way." ”

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of dirt in front of the city has been murmuring, and I don't know where this blood will flow.

Li Fengliang looked at the bubbling blood flowing under his feet and asked, "Next time if they come over with all their strength, can we stop it?"

Zhou Tu honestly replied, "I don't know. ”

He looked at the sergeants around him and said, "We have more than half of the dead and wounded, but the barbarians are only attacking unhurriedly. ”

Li Fengliang raised his eyes and looked at Luoshui in front of him, there were warships on Luoshui, and there were barbarian troops on the warships, which were those barbarians who had never crossed Luoshui.

——

Because there are just too many of them.

Li Fengliang's hand was trembling slightly, he looked back again, Ma Weiguan's shadow could be seen clearly in the night, but he couldn't see the person who closed it.

The aroma of moon cakes and daughter red that was originally in the air was replaced by the smell of blood at this time.

A junior colonel next to him trembled, and he asked Li Fengliang and said, "General, are we really not going back to the city?"

Li Fengliang closed his eyes and said lightly, "Ma Wei is only enough for 20,000 soldiers to defend the city, if we go back, we can only make the city more chaotic." ”

The little colonel cried, "But even if we die in this battle, it will be useless, and the city pass will be lost as well." ”

Li Fengliang said, "At least you can lose a little chic." ”

Zhou Tu smiled, "This is the difference between standing and lying on your stomach, I still don't understand, why do you have to die standing?"

Li Fengliang looked into his eyes and said, "Because my waist is not good, I can't lie down." ”

......

Autumn colors with moonlight.

made the entire Ma Wei Pass in front of the pass extremely clear.

Li Fengliang stretched out his hand and held the sword in front of him.

He felt the chill coming from Luo Shui and the killing intent of those brute soldiers.

He seemed to know exactly what he was going to do.

If he really can't resist it, he will use the Yishui Sword Technique.

It's just that way, he will expose himself as a cultivator, if he really knows the sword of Jian Yuan, how will the imperial court treat him, what will the imperial court think of him? He doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know.

But he just knew that tonight, if he resisted the decree, it must be a great disaster.

But he was not afraid of evil, he just wanted the city to live longer.

......

A very desolate neighing of horses sounded in the distance.

Zhou Tu reached out and took a sword from the corpse next to him, because his sword was broken.

Not interrupted, but chopped off.

He was silent, but he was thinking about what he had done in the years he had been emperor.

He just looked at the dead people quietly, his eyes extremely empty.

Is this the battlefield?

Is this the cruelty on the battlefield?

Zhou Tu clenched his hands, and he suddenly understood that if he really let himself come here to be a stableman for Li Fengliang, maybe his throne would not be taken away so easily.

Most of the things in the world backfire.

He thought it was a peaceful and prosperous world, so it was really what he thought.

He looked at the battle flag still standing in the barbarian army, and suddenly the figure he hadn't seen for more than ten years suddenly appeared in his eyes.

——

Yin Shanhe.

He just remembered that he was still young when Yin Shanhe rebelled out of the Celestial Empire.

But what has become of Yin Shanhe now?

He didn't know.

Zhou Tu looked down and saw that most of the dead sergeants on the ground were Zhou Jun, and he suddenly felt very funny, thinking about Zhou Xing, who was in the palace hugging Concubine Yi and listening to the mercy of the Demon Sect.

He just wanted to laugh.

He began to ask himself what he had done in the past ten years.

What the hell does he have to brag about and be proud of.

The answer he finally got was-

No.

For more than ten years, it was like he had a dream, then a fart, and then it was all gone.

......

The moonlight was still shining in the sky.

Time is like this, and the more you want it to go faster, the slower it will go. And if you want it to go slower, the faster it goes.

Li Fengliang closed his eyes and blew the night breeze, and the soaked clothes on his body couldn't help but shiver a little because of the night breeze.

In the distance, trumpets and the neighing of war horses sounded.

So Li Fengliang knew that he was finally coming.

A small colonel ran over, his whole body was covered with a layer of blood scabs, he looked at Li Fengliang and said, "General, the thirteenth attack of the barbarian army is coming." ”

Li Fengliang asked calmly, "Is there anything different this time?"

The colonel hesitated and said, "They have a leading general this time. ”

Li Fengliang lowered his head and stopped talking.

But he had understood what that meant.

The barbarians are ready for the final assault.

He stood up and kicked away a corpse next to him with a blank face.

He did not ride a horse, for his horse had already collapsed from exhaustion during the seventh charge of the barbarians.

He looked at Zhou Tu and asked, "Is there any wine?"

Zhou Tu looked at him hesitantly and asked, "Didn't the general's mother not let the general drink?"

Li Fengliang looked at him and smiled and said, "My mother still let me go back alive, will I go back?"

Zhou Tu was silent, he untied a blood-stained wine jug from his waist, and then sent it to Li Fengliang's hands.

He looked down and said, "This is the last bite." ”

Li Fengliang took the wine jug, then unscrewed the lid and poured the wine mixed with blood into his mouth.

It was the first time he had drunk and his face was immediately choked, but he was expressionless.

He endured his daughter's red fierceness and poured a small half pot of wine into his stomach.

In his dantian, there was a sword fetus that was slowly rotating and then opened.

A bolt of power poured into his already weak arm.

The blood scabs on Li Fengliang's long sword all fell off at this time.

But the soldier's attention was all ahead, and no one noticed him.

He threw the flask down.

Then he walked forward.

He had already figured out what he was going to do.

He walked in the heavens and the earth, and stood alone under the moon, like the loneliest man.

The autumn breeze is cold.

He said, "Whatever I do!"