Jiang Tunshui is in such an array.

Both the Southern Wu and the Northern Tang were great powers, and their shields were well-made, there was no doubt about this, and it was deeply reflected in the past against the tribal warriors further south, and the seemingly powerful tribal weapons were always a little weak in the face of their shields.

However, the Northern Tang Dynasty Divine Crossbow is famous, and the sharp crossbow head seems to be designed to ignore these tight shields, perhaps these shields can only play the greatest role when they are facing each other in white-knuckle combat.

The last wave of the Northern Tang Divine Crossbow finally stopped, followed by dark clouds that covered the sky.

Before the huge force could smash up, Jiang Swallow Shui had already felt the terrifying fluctuations in it, accompanied by a sharp sound piercing the void, hitting the depths of people's souls.

Then he heard the sound of "crackling" crossbow bolts hitting shields in all directions, and the screams that were everywhere.

The chaotic voices were like a wave that swallowed him up, and he felt so helpless in the midst of the stormy waves, unable to let all the scenes happen, but unable to do anything.

There were people in front of and behind them, some people endured injuries and tried to keep their bodies steady, and more people were shot into a sieve because they couldn't hold on and couldn't hold the shield steadily.

The rest of the people did not care about the dead and the wounded, and desperately moved closer to each other to maintain the formation, which in any case increased the chances of survival.

Jiang Tunshui didn't know what was going on with him, and in retrospect, he would despise himself a little, because he was like a fool, he didn't know if he was scared, he didn't move, and he was even a little trembling.

"Jiang Tunshui, how are you?"

He heard a familiar voice, which seemed extremely depressed, but for a moment he couldn't think about who this person was, probably because his brain had really almost stopped.

He only remembered that he couldn't say anything, just subconsciously leaned towards the other party, and at this time, a crossbow bolt hit his shield, and the huge force almost made his shield fly out of his hand, and he didn't quite know how he stabilized it.

Compared with the destructive power caused by the thousand crow crossbow, the Northern Tang Dynasty crossbow is much slighter, but this so-called "slight" is only relatively speaking, the prestige of the Northern Tang Dynasty crossbow is not covered, this is flying all over the sky, countless lives of Southern Wu were taken away, some of them are veterans who are not confused, and some are only fifteen or sixteen years old, or teenagers, no matter what kind of past they had, some of them are waiting for them to return, but they are all terminated on the bank of the Yangtze River, leaving the clouds of history to disperse and gather.

The story of one man, just the story, the story of thousands of people, becomes history.

Under the continuous fire of the Northern Tang Dynasty Divine Crossbow, more than 3,000 lives were quickly taken away, and what was even more turbulent was the Thousand Crow Crossbow of Southern Wu.

It's a pity that after pouring down for a long time, the crow crossbow finally stopped, probably because the precious crow bolts were exhausted, and they took away nearly 20,000 lives.

However, the Northern Tang Divine Crossbow, which had entered the firing range, began to exert its might, and the army in front of Southern Wu was in danger.

This huge duel between the long-range forces of the two sides did not end until the big ships of the Northern Tang Dynasty were close enough.

The two sides have not yet met each other in short combat, but on the bank of the river, there are already corpses lying in wait for several miles, and blood is flowing like a river.

Jiang Tunshui became more and more stunned, everywhere around him, there were no more people left who could stand, their scattered appearance, they looked so miserable.

The wind blew and made him feel a chill even more.

They were at the forefront of the Southern Wu army, and before the battle, they were all ready to have a vigorous battle with the Northern Tang people, even if the jade was burned, no one thought that they didn't even have time to touch the opponent's gun, and they died under the arrow.

As martyrs, they should feel honored, but whether they are alive or dead, they must feel aggrieved.

Finally, after a long time, Jiang Tunshui suddenly woke up from this state of distraction, because the troops in the rear who were still alive and most of them not far away had already advanced in array, and the breath of slaughter wafted through the air with the smell of blood, deeply infecting him.

At this time, he noticed that the army of the Northern Tang Dynasty had already come ashore, gathered troops, and began to attack the troops here.

He took a deep breath to recover his state, he told himself that it was not a big deal, he had come to this point, he had gone through so much, and he didn't care about going through this more time, otherwise, wouldn't the road he had traveled before be all in vain?

There were only a dozen people left in his army, and he clenched his spear, walked silently towards them, and said softly:

"As in the past, let's get together."

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……

Guan Yanyue stood there, I don't know why, leaning to the side, but you looked at him, only to see that he was obviously trying to stand up straight.

One of his legs was already lame.

If you look at his face again, there are several deep knife marks on his face, which was once serious and old-fashioned, but still handsome, almost disfigured.

Even so, he insisted on standing here, probably because he felt that if he was going to die, then this was the best place.

The equally handsome young man appeared behind him.

"It's very cold today." Ji Ruhai said.

"It's not cold, Your Majesty is cold." Guan Yanyue said.

Ji Ruhai was stunned, and then squeezed out a smile: "You also learned to joke, who did you learn from?" ”

At the end, he said, "Why do you call me Your Majesty only today?" ”

On that day, Guan Zhixiao and Jin Wei called him His Majesty, and he could only accept it in the end, but only that time, the other courtiers still followed reason, and when he had not had the opportunity to officially ascend the throne, they still called him His Royal Highness the Prince, and the same was true for Guan Yanyue.

"Great Wu needs a majesty," Guan Yanyue said, "and I really miss such a title, if I don't say it again, I'm afraid I won't have a chance again." ”

Ji Ruhai smiled.

"It's time like this, if you like it."

He didn't want to insist on too many things, if they won this battle, he would be a well-deserved Majesty of Southern Wu, and if they lost this battle, they always had to be Your Majesty in the last time.