"Konoha is as good as blood, and the warrior is strong with a sword." Xiang Lu drank a glass of water and groaned.

In the east and west of Runan, the two armies attacked at the same time, shouting and killing. The soldiers in the city struggled to resist, but they did not know that the king of Yue had transferred his heavy troops to the north of the city.

"Open the city gate for me and kill Sima Xianglu!" King Yue shouted.

In Runan City, the north gate opened, the soldiers rushed out, and Agahi rode on his horse and kept releasing explosives to Sima Jun.

When Sima Jun saw it, he hurriedly met the battle.

Xiang Lu heard the shouting of killing outside, and immediately pulled Shuang'er out of the tent.

"King Yue didn't come to attack a few days ago, why did he suddenly attack today?" Xiang Lu asked.

The king of Yue rode a horse and brandished a long knife and slashed at him.

At this time, the east and west of the city had been broken by the Sima army and came straight to the north gate.

"It's Sima Xianglu in front, kill him for me!" King Yue shouted.

Agahi looked over there as well.

Xiang Lu hurriedly mounted his horse, pulled Shuang'er on his horse, and wanted to escape.

Although there are not many soldiers here, there are also a lot of them, and they are fighting with the Yue Wang army.

When the king of Yue saw that Sima Xianglu was about to flee, he shouted: "The archers will shoot arrows at me and kill Sima Xianglu." ”

"No! The eldest lady is still there! Liu Nengdao.

King Yue took out his bow and arrow at once, and shot it himself, and the arrow grazed Frost'er's skin, splashing a trace of blood.

Shuang'er looked back at her father who was archery, tears streaming down her eyes, she didn't expect her father to do this to her.

"Shoot me, if you don't shoot, military law will do it."

As soon as the archers saw that the prince had shot and were afraid of being killed, they all shot arrows at Sima, Lu and Shuang'er.

Sima shot arrows at the Ardashi archers, and immediately pressed the frost behind him on his chest, fleeing north.

The Sima army in the city rushed to the north gate, and the king of Yue had to fight with the Sima army outside when he saw this, wanting to rush out of a bloody road to the north.

Xiang Lu took Shuang'er to the north quickly, and Shuang'er's heart choked, thinking: There is really no good thing for men.

At this time, a drop of blood dripped on her face, and Shuang'er opened her eyes, looked at Xiang Lu on her head, and saw that there was blood in his mouth, and his eyes had become blurred, but his hand was still holding on to the reins.

When he reached a place far from the battlefield, he lay down on Lu Qianqian and fell off his horse, beside a lake, and the autumn wind was cool.

Xiang Lu struggled to turn to the southeast, stretched out his right hand and pointed to the place where Yangzhou was.

Frost also got off the horse and fell to the ground, and the horse shook off the fright and neighed into the sky for a while.

Shuang'er looked back and saw three arrows stuck in Xiang Lu's white Hanfu, and the whole person was lying there facing southeast.

Shuang'er's tears flowed down, and she said to herself: "He is dead, Sima Xianglu is dead, husband, dead." ”

Autumn leaves always give people a different kind of sadness, not far from the mountain, Agashil grabbed his horse, came down expressionlessly, looked at Xiang Lu's corpse in the distance, the big pearl tightly clutched in his hand.

"Madam, it's cold, be careful of your stomach, Ming Guogong will come to see you in a few days."

"Got it, the two little ones can't wait to see their father."

King Yue fought desperately, and finally led 10,000 people out and fled to the border of Shouzhou.

Wenjun still held on to the stone bridge, waiting for Xiang Lu's order, maybe she would have to wait for a long time.

The lake reflected the bright light, and Sima Jun also stood on the wall of Runan, closing his eyes to Lu, and letting himself no longer feel the slight coolness of autumn.

The sky not far away echoed with the text that Xiang Lu wrote for the old prince in Hanzhong:

The autumn breeze is full of words, and the white clothes are fluttering on the bank of the long river.

Counting the elegance of a hundred years, the warriors are unparalleled today and before.