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Trapped in a lonely mountain, you can still endure it if you don't have enough to eat, but if you don't have a water source...

In the next few days, Hongyan led his troops to attack several times, but they all returned in vain, and there were less than 30,000 of the original 80,000 soldiers left.

The scorching sun scorched the earth like an oven, and there were originally patches of old trees to shade them, all of which were cut down just to clear the way for the catapults, and the bare mountain tops, except for the loess, were slightly steaming air.

"Water... Give me water..."

"God, please, down... Let's make it rain!"

......

Wails continued to emanate from the cracked lips of the Fire Soldier. Hongyan walked over to a badly wounded soldier and dropped the last few drops of water from the water bag onto his chapped white lips.

Slowly stood up, staring at the sea of corpses at the foot of the mountain, Hongyan slowly giant sword, the languishing color on his face gradually receded, he can be defeated, he must not be defeated, even if he dies, he must die on the way to charge, because he is the lord of a country, the former king of this world.

"Soldiers, the man of the flowing fire will never be captured, and he will die, and he must seem to be vigorous, don't let Man Yueguo see the joke, pick up the weapon in his hand, and charge with me for the last time. Kill ......!"

With his arms raised above his head, the tip of his sword pointed straight at the sky, Hongyan roared hysterically and rushed down, venting his resentment in his heart while also angrily scolding the sky for treating me like this.

"Kill!"

The surviving 30,000 soldiers swept away the decadent atmosphere, and in the next second when Hongyan rushed down the mountain, one roar after another roared out of his dry throat, yes, how could a seven-foot man sit still and wait for death? Even if he fell, he had to face the direction of the enemy.

With the cohesion of Hongyan and the bloody nature of the Flowing Fire Soldiers in their hearts, this 30,000 remnant army is no longer afraid in the face of death, on the contrary, it is more vicious than death. With countless mud and sand under their feet, and the blades in their hands were torn up with a deafening roar, they rushed to the front of what they knew was a dead end, not for anything else, but to ignite a tragic flame in the last moments of their lives.

In the mountains and forests opposite, the three figures stand tall and tall, the person in the middle is wearing gold armor, exuding the coercion of the world in his gestures; on the right is a beautiful shadow, although there is armor wrapped in the body, but it still can't hide the temptation that represents youth, the willow eyebrows and the woman's softness and the princess's cold arrogance are perfectly integrated; the person on the left is dressed in black, if it weren't for the bottomless eyes, just looking at the handsome appearance, I thought it was a pampered son.

Looking at the 30,000 people who swarmed down like moths to a fire, their faces had no extra feelings except indifference, and after a while, as the slowly raised arm of the person in the middle fell violently, the shuttling sound that tore the air suddenly came from the woods behind them, and the arrows galloping in mid-air were like cow hair, dense, overwhelming, and even temporarily obscured the sky overhead, like a dark cloud floating by. The rain of arrows came as scheduled, and the fireball followed, with a rumbling sound as if the mountain had collapsed, but the latter was a sea of fire.

There are deadly arrows on it, and there are soul-inducing fireballs below, Hongyan and his only remaining 30,000 soldiers did not retreat half a step, on the contrary, the ruthlessness of the rush to kill is a little stronger, just as he said, death must also die on the way to reunion, the fire boy can be defeated, but he must not be a bad seed.

Bloody, brave, and fearless, it is vividly reflected in the bodies of Hongyan and the Flowing Fire Soldiers, however, this does not change anything, when the sharp arrow shoots into the chest, no matter how mighty the warrior can only fall to the ground, when the blazing fireball crushes, the most fearless warrior can only turn to ashes.

Zhang Mochen stood quietly on the left side, his brows furrowed together. Although the situation in front of him was the result of his single-handedly planning, when a cruel picture appeared in his eyes and a miserable cry sounded in his ears, Rao was decisive and he couldn't help but be moved.

That night, the vanguard of the Drifting Fire Country was booby-trapped because of the small number of people, and secondly, there was a dark night to cover up, Zhang Mochen didn't feel anything, but now it's different, under the bright sky, sharp arrows are like rain, poisonous fire is like the sea, and it is miserable, it must be 30,000 living people. He finally understood that Mu Ling's conscience was bitter, and the real killing spirit could only be condensed on the battlefield of life and death.

With a light sigh, Zhang Mochen skimmed to the side, and when he found that Gan Luo's face had no expression, like a waveless ancient well, his throat couldn't help but shake slightly.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly with a hint of self-deprecation, and Zhang Mochen felt more and more how young he was before. How high-spirited and happy to kill the head of the enemy with the courage of a horseman, but compared with the overall victory of the Chinese army, it is simply pediatric. The real king doesn't need to fight you one-on-one with bayonets, because a single thought can attack a city and destroy a country.

The rain of arrows was like a note, the sea of fire was boundless, and the 30,000 soldiers of the Flowing Fire Country stood less and less, and fell more and more, when the scorching sun turned into the sunset on the western mountain, the screams finally died down completely, only the pop sound of the fire burning.

Zhang Mochen's gaze swept over the wolf smoke rising in the valley, the uneasiness in his eyes had long since disappeared, if he wanted to become a real powerhouse, having an indifferent heart was an indispensable premise, but when his gaze swept to the nearest place to him, the already stretched sword eyebrows frowned slightly.

Blood slid down the blade drop by drop, Hongyan held the sword in one hand and grabbed the battle flag that was deeply embedded in the ground with the other, although the resentful eyes did not close, but there was no air flow in and out of his nose for a long time. He fulfilled his vow with his life.

Hongyan is dead, but he is still standing.

Looking at Hongyan, whose gaze was fixed in the distance, Zhang Mochen was silent for a long time, and at this time, Gan Luo beside him moved, only to see him slowly walking towards the valley with his sword raised, and behind him, a group of General Manyue also followed.

Gan Qi did not follow, but walked to Zhang Mochen's side, the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of gratitude, for this, Zhang Mochen smiled back, and then looked forward again.

Gan Luo, who walked in front of Hongyan, stared at it for a moment and then raised his head and sighed, Zhang Mochen probably knew the meaning of this sigh, the powerful opponent was also his best friend in the depths of his heart, his best friend was dead, and the loneliness in his heart would return.

However, when Zhang Mochen thought that Gan Luo would bury Hongyan, there was a sudden sonorous sound of a sword coming out of its sheath in his ears, and in the next second, the sword slashed horizontally and the head fell to the ground.

Zhang Mochen's eyebrows couldn't help but stir slightly, he thought that he would never do this if he had changed, but after a while, he was relieved, perhaps, this is the gap between him and Ganluo.

The shouts suddenly resounded through the valley, the shocking eardrums buzzed, Zhang Mochen looked at Gan Luo, who raised Hongyan's head high, and a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he understood that at this moment, the glory belonged to Gan Luo, he was the incomparably respected king of the Manyue Kingdom, and it was his right to enjoy the shouts and worship of the three armies.

Smiling slightly, Zhang Mochen slowly turned around, he didn't belong to this world after all, and the completion of the experience also indicated that the time to leave had come.

However, just as Zhang Mochen was about to leave quietly, his body suddenly froze, and when he looked down, a jade hand was already on his right arm.

......

The evening breeze caressed, the grass and trees swayed slightly, and under the starry sky, the two figures sat side by side on the cliff side of the mountaintop, looking at the night sky, and were silent for a long time.

A meteor galloped by, Zhang Mochen's eyes flashed a trace of sadness, he didn't belong here, in a sense, wasn't he the meteor just now? Although it was gorgeous, it was just a hurried passerby.

Some things can't be done, some things can't be moved, but the word Gan Qi is still uncontrollably imprinted in Zhang Mochen's mind. If he belonged to the same world, even if there were thousands of mountains and rivers, he would not hesitate to hold the jade hand, but ......

As if sensing a slight change in the expression of the young man around him, Gan Qi's eyes, which had become more beautiful because of the stars in the sky, turned slightly sideways, and finally broke the quiet atmosphere after a while.

"Do you have any plans?" When he said this, Gan Qi had already withdrawn his gaze, lowered his head slightly, and buried his little face under the long hair that fluttered lightly in the wind.

Tell the truth? Gan Qi doesn't believe it, it's okay, if he believes it, then he will undoubtedly completely break his thoughts, it's too cruel to do so, Zhang Mochen can't bear it.

After taking a solemn look at Qianying, who was a little nervous because he was waiting for an answer, Zhang Mochen took a deep breath and looked at the starry sky in the distance again.

"Master's legacy is not yet complete, I need to continue traveling!"

Feeling the shadow around him slightly stunned, Zhang Mochen's heart was like a knife, but he didn't dare to move his eyes, afraid that after looking sideways, he would meet Gan Qi's star.

"Oh!"

Ying Nuo's voice was very soft, but he couldn't hide the loss in Gan Qi's heart, Zhang Mochen didn't know that under the long hair, tears had surged in his big black jewel-like eyes, but he just couldn't bear it and didn't slip down.

"That's... Will you ever come back?"

After a while, Gan Qi's soft question sounded again, because he was afraid that his heart would hurt a little more, and it sounded a little trembling. However, this time, Zhang Mochen's answer did not disappoint her, although it was just a white lie.

"Yes, after completing Master's training, I will return to Manyue Kingdom, and you can't pretend that you don't know me when the time comes. ”

Sweeping away the loss, Gan Qi happily raised his head, the tears had not yet retreated, but the big eyes of Chu Chu sparkled.

"Pull Gou!" stretched out his little thumb, Gan Qi smiled happily like a little girl looking forward to a gift.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Zhang Mochen stretched out his hand and hooked the onion finger that was held in mid-air.

"You have to take care of yourself in the future!" Zhang Mochen couldn't help but say, his words were full of sorrow.

Nodding slightly, Gan Qi then did something very bold in their world's eyes, leaning his head lightly on Zhang Mochen's shoulder.

On the shoulder, the girl's long hair stroked her cheeks with the wind, Zhang Mochen sighed lightly without a trace, but her body remained immobile, since there was no future, it would be used as a short-term support.

"What if I miss you?"

Whispering, Zhang Mochen's heart ached a little, and the guilt made him no longer make too many promises to the girls around him, and after a while, his arm was raised and pointed to the night sky.

"Do you see the brightest star? I'll look with you wherever you are. ”

Gan Qi stopped talking, maybe because of the hard work during this time, he fell asleep on Zhang Mochen's shoulder, but the corners of his lovely mouth still had a happy smile!

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