Chapter 440: Ten miles away, bury the bone pit!

"Lord, wake up!"

"Lord Hou, the army of the Tang Kingdom is about to attack the city. ”

"Even the Lord is unconscious, and he's still guarding a fart, everyone hurry up and run!"

“............”

For the soldiers in the city, it was like the final collapse of faith, and after a lot of noise, many soldiers threw away their weapons and armor and chose to flee.

So far, the battle has been fought and all the soldiers know that the hope of winning against the enemy is very slim, and there is no point in continuing the battle except for new casualties.

If it weren't for the insistence of the Heavenly Lord, they would have opened the gates of the city long ago and chose to surrender.

But now!

With the Youtian Lord in a coma, they all seized this rare opportunity and fled one after another, so as not to be caught by the Tang soldiers and become prisoners of war.

Even, you will be killed directly!

Because the army besieging the city is the god-killing army of the Tang Kingdom, the most murderous army!

"Stop, come back, defend the Lord!"

Of course, there is never a shortage of loyalists among the constituents of the country, and even in the most critical moments, there are people who are not afraid of sacrifice and death, and those who stand at the forefront.

It's just that their summoning didn't work in the slightest!

"The Grim Reaper has climbed the city wall!

A fleeing soldier turned his head and said, and saw that on the city wall, there were already a large number of soldiers of the God Killing Army, revealing their fierce heads, frightened, and hurriedly increased their speed, like lightning, and disappeared in a flash.

"Mother, it's really here! I'll run too!"

A soldier who did not flee subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the city wall, almost frightened, and also threw down his weapon and joined the fleeing army.

Death, they may not be afraid!

What they are afraid of is useless death, or perhaps, they are frightened by the Killing God Army!

In the blink of an eye, there were only a few thousand of the hundreds of thousands of Imperial Forest Soldiers left, surrounding the unconscious Youtian Waiting Lord, vigilant all around.

These people are all die-hard loyalists of Houguo, one out of ten.

The killing, still going on, did not weaken as the defenders fled, but became a massacre, a feast of death, a waltz of blood.

Around the Lord of Youtianhou, there have been piles of corpses like hills, gurgling and donating blood, forming a river of blood in the ravines of the city wall, and slowly flowing down along the gap in the stone ladder, forming a blood path.

"Snow Moon Imperial Kingdom, you will die and I will bless the sky, two thousand years of loyalty, and it will be empty!"

As if stimulated by the smell of blood, the Lord gradually came to his senses, and glanced around, the few defenders who resisted desperately roared with grief and anger, full of hatred.

It can be seen from this how much he hates the Snow Moon Imperial Kingdom.

This hatred is like a river, gushing endlessly.

"Waiting, what should we do now?"

A minister, kneeling on the ground, wept and said, his face was filthy and his body was stained with blood, and he was very miserable.

"Surrender!

You Heaven Waiting for the Lord, struggling to stand up, glanced at the sky, the sunset was red, said decadently, and slowly drew out his sword, a pure golden emperor sword.

Under the setting sun, the Emperor's Sword emits a glow, faint!

The surviving defenders, after hearing the order, did not speak, and hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield, standing behind the Lord of Youtian, their shoes stepping on the ground, leaving dazzling blood stains.

This blood is the blood of comrades!

"Let's go, go up to the wall!"

Being at the rear of the battlefield, Bai Qi, who was closely watching the battlefield, saw that the fighting had stopped, and said loudly, volleying up in the air and landing in front of Youtian Hou.

He is angry in the sky, wearing black armor, holding a heroic sword, heroic, radiant, and full of manly colors.

He, his face was pale and frosty, his blue armor, holding the emperor's sword, bloodstained, and devoid, full of the king's silence.

"What other words do you have?"

The two were silent for a while, and Bai Qi asked, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was murderous, cutting off the Lord of Heaven and all retreats.

In his hands, he does not leave his subordinates defeated.

Besides, the Lord of Heaven is still the person who must be killed by the Chang'an Imperial Court.

"There are three requirements, if the general can do it, this king is grateful, if he can't do it, this king has nothing to say. ”

You God waited for the Lord, facing the layers of surrounding, but stabilized his emotions and said calmly.

Bai Qi nodded and was silent!

"First: Let this king have a dignified death, born in the king's sword, died in the king's blade, and buried in the earthen fortress!"

"Second: This king's courtiers, subordinates, soldiers, I hope you can let them go, even if they are expelled from the country!"

"Third: After occupying the imperial capital, you can destroy the ancestral shrine, don't destroy the imperial mausoleum, and disturb the Qingning of the ancestors under the nine springs!"

You God waits for the Lord, said leisurely, and spoke clearly, as if he was saying goodbye to his friends.

This is the farewell of the end of the song, the tea is cold, and it is also the parting of life and death.

"The first, the third, could have agreed, as for the second, Ben would not have agreed, but ten miles away, a mass grave would have been built. ”

Bai Qi said loudly, if it were other generals, they might not be killed, but unfortunately, Youtian Houguo met him!

Killing the god is in vain, but it is not called in vain.

For the enemy, he pursued the principle of cutting down the grass and eradicating the roots.

"Haha, it's worthy of killing gods, treating thousands of people as ants, you have you in the Tang Dynasty, maybe you can become an imperial country, but it's a pity, this king can't see it anymore!"

Hearing the reply, a flash of disappointment flashed in the eyes of Lord Youtianhou, and he said with a little regret.

"Gentlemen, this king will go first!"

Then, under the gaze of everyone, the Lord of Heaven and Heaven held the emperor's sword high, put it on his shoulder, cut his throat and hanged himself, wisps of blood, along the golden blade, flowed to the ground, red and gorgeous.

In the setting sun, the emperor's sword fell, and the body of the Lord of Youtian also fell backwards, unable to stand up again, and the king of the empire finally came to an end with the country he ruled.

In his life, he had no glory, but his death was very heroic, lying with the corpses of countless soldiers, his blue armor was dyed dark red by the blood of the soldiers and his own blood.

"Congratulations to the Lord!"

The ministers, generals, and soldiers of Youtian Houguo, who were still left, all knelt on the ground, bowed their heads heavily, burst into tears, and sent off the fallen king with simple etiquette.

Because, this is the last chance.

"Kill!"

Witnessing the end of the nine kowtows, Bai Qi said coldly, the surrounding god-killing army, expressionlessly waved their weapons, like mowing grass, taking away a lot of lives, becoming the most indifferent butchers, every time they killed someone, their breath would be a little stronger.

Half an hour later, above the city wall, only the God Killer Army, the city defenders, except for the escapees, there were no living people, and the flag of Youtian Houguo, which had been floating for two thousand years, was like a rag, thrown in a pool of blood.

Ten miles away, a pit was dug and buried. ”

After Bai Qi gave the order, part of the army consciously stayed to clean up the battlefield, and the other part, following Bai Qi, killed the palace, captured the Youtian Imperial Family, and finally killed them.

On this day, the imperial capital of Youtian Houguo was shrouded in the sound of killing, all the people were closed, trembling at home, and there were many clans, in the white army, the family was ruined.

Ten miles away, the bone pit is buried.

As the soldiers point to, the blood is like a river!

(End of chapter)