It's just that when the battle ended, it was already like blood.

The western sky was red.

General Wei Yuan stood on the ground strewn with corpses, carrying a knife, looking at the blood red in the sky and the earth, and stopped for a long time.

His men and horses had already retreated, and General Changwu's escape was really good, and he flew quickly with a group of personal soldiers.

He was the only Tang man left here, he didn't want to leave, he also knew that there was nowhere to go, and he lost the strength to confront Nanwu in the end.

As a general, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, that is his criterion, and the previous retreat is because he feels that there is still hope for gathering troops and horses to fight, but now there is no hope at all.

The cavalry and infantry constantly circled around him, with vigilant faces, and the long-range troops did not shoot to prevent accidental injury.

He didn't dare to approach easily, because there were countless stacks of corpses at his feet, most of which belonged to the people of Southern Wu.

Iron Mountain didn't want to make a move, because it wasn't his enemy, he defeated General Weiyuan just to prepare for the attack on the next enemy, and his mission was accomplished.

A horse, after following General Weiyuan for a long time, suddenly launched a charge.

It was a general, and as he charged, so did his men and horses, so the crowd finally gained enough courage to rush forward.

"Uh-"

Facing the charge like a tide, General Weiyuan spread his arms and roared to the sky.

His beard was stretched, his long hair was dancing, his grievances, his grief and indignation, and his unwillingness turned into endless resentment at this moment.

He slashed with a single sword.

The general who rushed to the front raised his sword to block, the knife was violently bounced away, and the man flew upside down, and the war horse under his crotch was broken in two.

General Weiyuan in turn rushed into the crowd.

He was bathed in blood and vented his last madness to make it the greatest feast of his life.

Killing is the only way for him to vent at this moment, he is up and down, and with his own strength, he fights against the Southern Wu army.

Such a scene was once staged at the Linfeng Terrace in the Jinling Imperial Palace, at that time, he was a viewer, and time passed, and he became the person at that time.

These soldiers were intimidated by his might, and were slightly afraid, for the past few months, this person in front of them, who was like a demon, was originally one of the sources of their nightmares, and now in the face of this person, fear and the mentality of destroying fear coexisted, which was very contradictory.

But in the end, he was just a man, not a god.

Li Zenan also cried when he was a child, and he will die now.

After killing more than a hundred people, he was exhausted, and the luck method did not work.

He squatted on the ground with a knife, and the blood "dripped and dripped", and the bright red on the ground converged and flowed into a river.

Tie Shan looked at him expressionlessly, his expression relaxed, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

It's really irrelevant.

General Weiyuan is going to die, but what does this have to do with him? Despite the fact that he is an executor.

General Weiyuan is indeed dying.

He couldn't move, he couldn't open his eyes, his heart felt like it was going to crack with the constant vigorous movement, and he wanted to lie down like this and get a good night's sleep.

But this is not a good place to sleep, this is the battlefield.

Many soldiers looked at each other, and no one dared to approach rashly, they knew that General Weiyuan was about to die, but before he could fail, no one knew which people he would look for to back.

Dying when victory is about to come is something that many people are unwilling to lose, because it is too much of a loss.

No one wants to lose, so there is such a strange scene.

General Weiyuan raised his head with difficulty and looked at Tie Shanwu on the tall horse in the distance, his eyes full of longing.

As if sensing his gaze, Tetsuyama looked over there.

He frowned.

He understood.

After a long time, he suddenly raised the iron spear, raised it over his shoulder, and pulled it back.

"Whew!"

With a sharp whistle, the iron spear pierced the void.

This scene shocked many people, and many people did not think about what was going on for a long time afterward.

But in the next moment, the iron spear pierced General Weiyuan's body in the stunned eyes of many people.

It was a very tragic scene, the iron spear pierced the body of General Weiyuan, and the people who witnessed this scene here could no longer describe what happened at that time, but when they mentioned it, their bodies trembled.

It was like a nightmare for a generation of famous generals, General Weiyuan, to die in such a form.

It's just that no one else saw it, and when he fell, his eyes were looking at Tie Shanwu, and there was gratitude shining inside.

He was relieved and thanked Tie Shan Wu for his fulfillment.

Tie Shan silently looked at the corpse that had fallen to the ground and nodded.

General Weiyuan is not his enemy, but he is blocking his way to revenge, so he does not have any hatred for General Weiyuan himself, on the contrary, he admires the other party very much.

Well, a lot of things are over, but there's a lot more that's just the beginning.

The defeat of General Weiyuan represented the defeat of the Tang forces north and south of the Yangtze River, and most of the old land had been recovered, leaving only a few cities still struggling to hold on.

But Li Zenan will definitely not give Jin An a chance to stabilize himself, because the forbidden army has already crossed the Huaiyin Realm and is heading towards Yangzhou.

Some of the so-called "rebel armies" have been scattered all the way, and they belong to people who do not know the times.

And more people in their right minds fled one after another, crossing the river to seek refuge in Jin'an, because they understood that with their own strength, it was impossible to confront those forbidden armies.

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Bai Congyun stood at the head of the city in the pass, looking at the Hundred Clans Alliance that had already invaded below, his face expressionless.

When a person comes to such a point, it doesn't matter what success or failure is.

He did what he was supposed to do, and then he died with the city.

That's good, too.

With his own strength, he carried four or five times his own military strength, and held on for so many days, even if the city was broken, it was enough.

There were only more than 5,000 men and horses left under his command, and the enemy had suffered heavy casualties, more than 30,000.

The city has been broken, the reinforcements have not yet arrived, he will not retreat, as long as this night is over, the last task in his life will be completed, he is enough.

The war horse had been killed, and he sorted out his tattered armor, stroked the blade, and resolutely walked down the city.

It was a night raid, chaos and everyone went to the darkest point, so to speak, it was a hellish night.