The sun rises in the east, and it is another cold winter. At the top of the wall, a figure stood, his shoulders thin, his back straight.

Dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, Qi Changrong stood on the city wall in a daze, looking at the blood river five zhang above the ground, and the blood river under the city wall was silent for a long time.

This river of blood was built with the lives of hundreds of thousands of his people in the Great Jin Dynasty. In the mountain of blood sea corpses, the earth-shattering shouts kept coming.

His eyes were blood-red, and he watched as the thieves who had survived patrolled round and round in blood-soaked armor, then pulled out their spears and stabbed them into their already lifeless bodies in anger.

Lying down, it was the Zhenlin Army who threw his head and spilled blood for the Great Jin Dynasty and wholeheartedly supported the orthodox Zhenlin Army. Standing are the rebellious ministers and thieves who invade the mountains and rivers of the Great Jin Dynasty and take the lives of innocent people.

And he is the prince of the Jin Kingdom who everyone admires. Today was supposed to be his accession to the throne. When he was appointed in danger, he didn't have time to give birth to joy and responsibility in his heart, and what greeted him was the collapse of the country and the collapse of the family, and the shattering of mountains and rivers.

A cold voice sounded from behind him: "Prince of the Jin Kingdom, the Jin Kingdom is dead, the ministers have retreated, you are already alone, do you still want to die and struggle?" The words were heart-wrenching, and the strong smell of blood hit the wind, and a huge body stood by the beacon tower not far from him.

He followed Qi Changrong's line of sight, and when he faced a horizontal corpse, his eyes were empty and complacent.

"What you are looking at now is my life record, this battle will be recorded in the national register, and I, Pang Lu, will be the founding hero!" With the arrogance of these words, Qi Changrong knew in his heart that this battle would eventually become a shame that the Jin Kingdom could not wash away.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and when he thought that it was all the blood of the people of his Jin Kingdom, Qi Changrong almost wanted to be disgusted.

In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, and his face was as white as snow. Seeing that his expression was sluggish, and his eyes were full of unbearable pain, Pang Lu's heart was happy, and his mouth was one sentence after another, and his words became more and more to the point, which could be called extremely vicious.

But no matter how cynical he was, the opponent in front of him, who had been hostile to him for many years, and even made him helpless many times, was still indifferent.

At this moment, the prince of the Jin Kingdom, who has always been high and admired by all the people, seems to have changed as a person, like a dying old man, with empty eyes and only a strong tumbling hatred.

Pang Lu saw that he was still silent, and laughed wildly.

"Who would have thought that the prestigious Prince Changrong of the Jin Kingdom would also be defeated by me. Changrong, even if you are talented and know the world's affairs, but you are not sure of people's hearts, what is it like to be betrayed by someone who believes in you? What is it like to watch the Jin Kingdom shattered? Changrong, you're just a poor person! The word betrayal was like a sharp sword, cutting his broken heart into several parts, and the wound was bleeding like an infusion.

Qi Chang, whose eyes were blank, turned around suddenly, and the coldness in his eyes made Pang Lu, who had experienced a hundred battles, unable to stop a chill in his heart.

Qi Changrong took a step closer to Pang Lu: "If my Great Jin Junmen is still there, how can you Pang Lu have room for shouting in this troubled world?!" Pang Lu's face was startled, and he quickly regained his composure, nodding his head and admitting it, while saying cruelly: "Indeed, the Great Jin Dynasty has a prince with a long appearance, and there is a prosperous monarch in the martial arts, if you combine your swords and look at the troubled times, don't say that I Pang Lu dare not attack easily, but I am afraid that the alliance of the countries will also be taboo, but it is a pity that the ...... "The monarch is gone, and the power is no longer there."

From the moment the Jun family was defeated, the strongest fortress of the Great Jin Dynasty had opened a crack that could not be repaired.