The rumbling sound shattered the dawn of dawn.

The tall city wall collapsed under the onslaught of the rushing cars, and some of the soldiers of Sanhe were directly buried in it by the earth and stones, and the screams made people's hearts palpitate.

The head of the city and the interior of the outer city were already covered with corpses and blood.

The priests of the temple cheered, wielding swords and spears to slaughter the remaining soldiers of Mikawa on the outer city wall, capturing the remnants of the giant crossbow and arrow tower, leaving behind pieces of screams and cries.

The outer city of Anxiang City was finally breached by the Shentang army.

It only took three days.

The inner city was stronger than the outer city, but the city soldiers had lost their fighting spirit. The nobles left the city with their soldiers and returned to their territories.

In the face of the Shentang army, whose morale is getting higher and higher, and the siege weapons are fully equipped, the city will definitely fall in half a day.

The city lord of Anxiang City, Huang Xudao, stood on top of the highest corner tower in the inner city, looking at the wistful Shentang army under the city like locusts, and sighed in his mouth.

There should still be a lot of remnants of belongings in the vacated houses in the outer city. But none of the soldiers immediately entered the house to raid it, and only some of them went to capture the militia and the people who had not had time to retreat into the inner city.

These captives will be brought back to the shrine in exchange for a ransom to Mikawa. If they are not redeemed, they will be rewarded to the noble families as slaves.

Troubled times are so cruel. Compared with other places, Su Mengzhen at least formulated stricter regulations to protect the rights and interests of slaves, and if slaves did not flee, their lives would not be in danger, and they would not be sent to a deadly place such as a mine.

"These brutes. Jiu Zhongji, who was wrapped in cotton cloth, gritted his teeth and said, "Let me fight out of the city and fight with them." ”

Shi Shuzheng's expression was cautious, but there was also grief and indignation hidden in his eyes: "Senior brother, don't die in vain." ”

Jiu Zhongji's tall body trembled with grief and indignation.

Throughout Middle-earth, the Xiuzhen forces had a huge advantage over the samurai, but there were exceptions in the region. is also a famous faction in the world, the Three Rivers Sword Sect is so powerless in the face of the invasion of the Divine Hall.

Jiu Zhongci and Shi Shuzheng were both from the big clans within the Sanhe Sword Sect, and they were clothed and fed since they were children, and they couldn't say much to the slaves at home and the people in the collar. But when they saw the villagers being snatched, whipped, and even killed as trophies by the Shendo Army, they still felt a hatred from the bottom of their hearts.

Of course, they didn't know that when Li Qing attacked the Divine Hall twenty years ago, the Three Rivers Army had done much more than that. After all, they are still too young.

But Zhao Zhonggao and Huang Xudao knew.

They saw with their own eyes that the ancestor Li Qing did not hesitate to use the strategy of slaughtering one city and descending ten cities in order to force the lords in the Divine Hall to descend to the lords of the Divine Hall. The soldiers killed the pregnant woman, and the bloody child in the belly was picked up on the tip of the spear, and the lord of the city who refused to surrender was disemboweled, and hung his intestines on the city to fly kites.

Such an incomparably cruel method made a large number of wavering lords make up their minds to defect, and once put the temple in a desperate situation.

Therefore, they who are well versed in the nature of war can only sigh.

Huang Xudao said calmly: "It seems that the inner city will fall in half a day. ”

Li Zhong, the master of the Three Rivers Sword Sect, had already evacuated with his personal guards, because it was useless to stay any longer.

Zhao Zhonggao said: "Someone needs to break the queen." ”

Huang Xudao smiled: "I'll come." ”

Zhao Zhonggao's eyes were crossed: "After the break, this kind of thing has always been the responsibility of the blood killing camp. ”

Huang Xudao showed a smug expression: "It seems that you seem to have forgotten that I was once a member of the Blood Killing Camp. ”

Zhao Zhong was speechless for a while.

He had never forgotten.

The red-haired man beside him had fought side by side with him for more than ten years. Whether it was in the plains where the gods clashed, the peaks where the bandits were raging, or the castle where the Hao clan rebelled, the two used to always fight side by side, living and dying together.

Jiu Zhongji and Shi Shuzheng looked at each other.

"Let's come, this is the most dangerous time for Mikawa, we are deeply favored by the master, and it is the day of sacrifice. ”

The two said in unison.

Huang Xudao looked at the two young men with a playful expression.

He saw a lot, such as the shadow of their father, the former self, and the mark left by the god and the demonic ancestor......

"So, I want to ask you a question. Huang Xudao suddenly raised his voice several degrees: "What is the soul of the three rivers?"

"Xiangyang County is at the key point of the north and south, whether it is the southerners going north, or the northerners going south, they have to pass through here. In the confrontation between the north and the south for thousands of years, Xiangyang has experienced wars repeatedly, and how did Sanhe survive and even develop and grow with difficulty?"

The two young men were stunned.

Jiu Zhongji replied angrily: "Loyalty." For the sake of loyalty, he did not hesitate to fight to the death. ”

Huang Xudao shook his head.

"If it's really loyalty, then what is Mizunokan Mizunobu Moto? What is the group of wealthy clans who betrayed Mikawa with the Mizuya family? Even the brother-in-law of the master of the sect can rebel, it is not appropriate to say loyalty. ”

Jiu Zhongci was stunned, and he didn't know why Huang Xudao still said such frustrating words at this stormy moment.

"So, unity?" Shi Shuzheng asked hesitantly, but his eyes were very clear. He is used to not saying a thing to death, but he has always been very assertive.

Huang Xudao shook his head again: "Because the granary was burned, a large group of lords fled back to the territory with their troops. Where can this group of people be called united?"

Jiu Zhongci couldn't help but be angry: "In this way, there is no Sanhe Soul at all. ”

Huang Xudao shook his head again: "Since Sanhe can survive to this day, there must be something fundamental. The reason why it is not loyalty and unity is because these two things are too dependent on leaders and institutions. There is not always a wise and martial master like the ancestor master, and the core of the sect is not always full of cohesion. ”

These words were already accusing Li Zhong of his lack of ability in public, but Jiu Zhongci and Shi Shuzheng did not refute it.

"So...... It's tenacity. The tenacity of not being afraid of death and never giving up. Jiu Zhongci said again: "One of us is worth the combat power of the three gods. ”

Huang Xudao smiled slightly: "You also saw the battle of the camp, the Yuxi warriors who have always been despised and considered to be greedy for life and afraid of death, in the desperate situation of life and death, they will not lose to us at all." ”

He glanced and saw that the soldiers beside him were all dejected by him.

But the tone of his voice changed, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.

As if to be categorical, he said categorically: "What is most closely related to survival?"

Huang Xudao slashed with his finger in the air, and a red light flashed: "Elsewhere, let the weak break the back when retreating, and protect the strong." Only in our three rivers, whenever danger comes, the strong will stand up and bravely face death, so that the weak can grow into the strong step by step. ”

"This is the real soul of Sanhe. ”

"Anxiang City will not be the backbone of the Three Rivers, it will be just a lifeless city. And our blood will nourish you and turn you into phoenixes in the flames. ”

"Veterans will die in battle, generals will die in battle, and even a generation of heroes will inevitably stain the battlefield with blood. But the soul of Sanhe will be passed down from generation to generation, and through young people like you, you are the hope of Sanhe's future. ”

Speaking of this, Huang Xudao laughed heartily.

The dense enemy army under the city was nothing more than some ridiculous ants in his eyes.

The ants will take him and return him to the Lord's command, where they will continue to look up at the man's tall back.

What a joy it must be.

Jiu Zhongji and Shi Shu were throwing admiring expressions at this senior, bowing deeply.

Zhao Zhonggao said to Huang Xudao: "Since this is the case, I will also stay." ”

Huang Xudao said lightly: "Your family Zongsheng is still young. ”

Zhao Zhonggao said: "He can already take care of himself." And the young master will take care of him too. ”

Huang Xudao said again: "You are the leader of the Blood Killing Camp, and you are still needed for the reconstruction of the Blood Killing Camp, as long as you are here, the Blood Killing Camp will still be there." ”

Zhao Zhonggao hesitated slightly, and then said: "In this case, I will stay and survive this storm." When the three rivers emerge from the crisis and begin to regain lost territory, I will die in battle at the head of this peaceful city, to fulfill the friendship between you and me for many years. ”

This time, Huang Xudao grabbed Zhao Zhonggao's hand and replied simply: "Okay." ”

Zhao Zhonggao said again: "There are still more than sixty people left in the blood killing camp, I will leave the veterans to you and bring the young people back." I hope you will wait for me on the bridge for a few days. ”

Both of them are calm, as if they were separated and reunited again and again.

Huang Xudao said leisurely: "That day must not be too far away." ”

Zhao Zhonggao said: "The city is about to be broken, I want to listen to you play the piano again." ”

Huang Xudao laughed: "Okay, but if you want to listen to the qin, just make a few more bowls of butter noodles." ”

Zhao Zhonggao nodded and went down to the city.

Shi Shuzheng was stunned and asked, "Senior Uncle Zhao...... Even cooking?"

He has been to Zhao's house many times, and he knows that Zhao Zhonggao, who has always had a straight face and does not smile, also calls his wife at home.

Huang Xudao showed a strange smile: "If he didn't make a good butter noodle, how could he catch up with your aunt? Back then, she was the number one flower in Xiangyang City, but in order to eat Zhao Zhonggao's noodles, she refused to listen to even my 'Phoenix Seeking Huang'......"

Hearing this, Jiu Zhongji, who looked as solemn as iron, couldn't help but be surprised.

After a while, Zhao Zhonggao brought seven or eight bowls of noodles, stuffed the bowl with the most beef into Huangxudao's hand, two young people and several generals handed a bowl each, and then put down a large jar of Xiangyang rice wine and several wine bowls.

"Time is running out, and everyone should have a copy. Zhao Zhonggao said calmly.

"That's something you can't do about it. Huang Xudao shrugged his shoulders.

The noodles have a golden color, and the dark tender red of the beef makes people itch. The faint medicinal fragrance and the deep spice smell make the gluttonous insects in the stomach irritate for a moment.

Huang Xudao eats noodles and drinks wine in a big bowl, like a cow chewing peonies, and quickly pulls a fine light, but the appearance of eating looks very elegant for some reason.

"Not only did the craft not fall, but it also grew. He commented: "Is it that your wife helps you wash your feet once, and you have to exchange it for a bowl of noodles?"

Zhao Zhonggao showed an embarrassed expression.

Huangxu Dao Chang smiled, and asked the personal guards to take his guqin, which was phoenix-style, and the form was elegant and exquisite.

He flicked his battle coat and weaved finger music at the head of this war-torn city, the sound of the song was agitated, but there was infinite heroism in the pathos, full of the will to see death as home.

After the song was played, the ringing rang several times, and the five strings were broken.

At this moment, several sharp arrows shot up, which were slammed by the body of the Huangxu Dao, and the qin was thrown down the city, and with a bang, the head of a temple warrior was smashed, and then it bounced up, penetrating the chests of the two people, before it broke apart.

This piano chose the soldiers of the Three Rivers as its master, and perhaps this is its best destination.

The soldiers of the three rivers in the city were full of tears, but their eyes were full of generosity and heroism.

The soldiers of the temple under the city also heard this conversation and saw this scene. Even though it was a hostile position, many people felt a sense of shock from the bottom of their hearts.

Su Meng, the master of the Divine Hall, watched all this from a distance on the hill not far away.

"It seems that the collapse of the Three Rivers Sword Sect will probably not occur. Su Mengzhen sighed in a low voice.

It was expected that Huangxu Dao would choose to die in the city, but with his words, I am afraid that the entire battle situation will be changed by him.

He seems to have denied loyalty, unity, and tenacity, but he transmitted this spirit to the entire Tri-Rivières territory.

Su Mengzhen looked at Wu Feng and said, "Feng'er, we are fighting with Li Qing's ghost." ”

Wu Feng didn't answer immediately, and said after a while: "I'm thinking, what do we have." ”

Su Mengzhen asked, "Did you think of it?"

Wu Feng said softly: "The Three Rivers Soul is the power of survival, and only one power can overpower it. ”

He paused and said, "That's the ideal." Only the power of ideals can make the impossible possible and change this turbid world. ”

Wu Feng's eyes were filled with a determined look.

Su Mengzhen patted the young man on the shoulder and laughed approvingly.

He was confident in the future of the temple.