In the sky, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce. The night was beautiful, with crystal dew scattered on the ground, like pearls.

On the ground, black shadows slipped down from the high city walls, and they were silent, as if they were a ghost army.

A horn pierced the sky, and after the horn, a shout rang out: "Kill!"

"Kill for the sake of the leaves!"

This shout broke through the clouds, and the moon in the sky looked very red and red, red as blood.

It was a bloody night, a bloody night, and the king stood on the tower, and he watched his warriors, under the walls, to cover up the enemy, and he believed in his warriors. Whenever the empire was in trouble, it was these respectable warriors who used their flesh and blood to achieve the immortal name of this empire.

In a moment, there was a howl, and he knew that it was his own warrior who had stabbed his knife into the enemy's body, and the sound of the enemy had made a smile on his face.

Apparently, the enemy was caught off guard.

"Enemy attack!"

A terrible cry came from the enemy's barracks.

Suddenly, the lights on that side were bright, and the fire was blazing, and this group of dead soldiers who had attacked the enemy rushed into the enemy's barracks with gunpowder, and they wanted to burn the enemy's barracks and grain and grass.

In the barracks, a dark cloud suddenly appeared, and immediately, the sky was covered with dark clouds and heavy rain poured down.

"Humph!"

A cold voice spread throughout the battlefield and into the ears of the king.

The king subconsciously took a step back, his heart bleeding: "Demon law!"

He let out a roar of hatred, and he set his eyes on the temple in the depths of the city, where there was still no movement, and an ominous feeling rose from his heart.

"We were abandoned by the Escape!"

He cried out in his heart.

On the battlefield, an old monk, he rose to the sky, it was he who did it, extinguished the flames all over the ground, he looked indifferently at the group of dead soldiers below, his eyes were full of mockery.

"I'm not afraid of you, fight with me!"

Among the group of sergeants, the middle-aged scribe rushed out, and under him, riding a black horse, he was dressed in black, like an elf in the night.

In his hand, a longbow appeared, and he bent it like a full moon, and the arrow went into a meteor, and an arrow shot over.

This arrow, with the breath of death, seemed to be crying from a ghost.

This middle-aged scribe was not a monk, he had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and he had developed excellent skills with the scars on his body.

This arrow of his was shot with sorrow. This arrow concentrated all his strength, and he sacrificed all his strength and longevity to this arrow.

The arrow flew into the meteor, and the monk only felt a flash in his eyes, and the arrow went into his chest.

"Ah!" a loud roar came out of the mouth of such a monk, he didn't expect that a mortal would have such sharp archery.

His body shook in the sky, and before he could react, the general's arrow on the ground followed, and it was like a poisonous snake, straight to his throat.

"Broken!"

He let out a loud roar, and a rainbow light appeared on him.

"Bang", in the sky, an explosion sounded, and a lifelike puppet appeared in the monk's position, and the arrow hit the puppet's throat, and the puppet fell.

The middle-aged scribe ignored the puppet, he was not a monk, but he knew that the monk must have used some secret method to escape from his arrows.

He clamped his legs, and the horse rushed forward like a meteor, and he shot another arrow, and the direction of his arrow was the open wilderness.

A wail came from the empty wilderness, where an old man was staggering, unsteady on his feet, with a long arrow stuck in his body.

"General Lei's arrows are really a stunt in the world" Behind him, a compliment came.

But the middle-aged scribe, who paid no attention to the compliment, opened his bow again at the wounded old man, but the arrows from the bow were shot behind him.

"You dare!"

An angry roar came from behind him.

The middle-aged scribe ignored the roar behind him, he rode forward, slashed at the wounded monk, and a head, flew high, and then the head fell to the ground, and smashed into pieces. The torrential rain in the sky suddenly dispersed, and the dark clouds disappeared without a trace. The moon still hung high in the sky, like mercury on the ground.

"You dare!"

Behind him, another roar came from him, and the middle-aged scribe still didn't look back, but he shot another arrow at the back.

In fact, the middle-aged scribe didn't dare to turn back at all, he knew that the opponent behind him was very powerful, and the moment he turned back, it must be the moment when he lost his life.

"Hehe!" a laugh came from behind him.

Da Sima Lei Xiuyuan's body was soaked, the pressure on him from the people behind him was too great, this was beyond the strength of ordinary people, the one behind him must be an enlightener, such a person should not appear on the battlefield of the human kingdom.

However, he knew that he could not protest, such a person, he could not protest.

So, he had to shoot his arrows desperately.

The king on the tower sighed, and his face was as dead as ashes. He couldn't bear to look at the battlefield anymore, the situation of this war was already doomed.

"Roar!"

In the middle of the battlefield, a roar like a tsunami sounded, and the king's eyes had already turned away from the battlefield.

"Defend the city!"

The king didn't look at the battlefield again, and the group of eunuchs on the side silently turned their eyes away from the battlefield.

"Offer the portrait of Reisa to the Martyrs' Shrine. The king commanded, and his heart was wrenched like a sword.

The monarch and the minister were relatively silent.

"There will always be a way, and the leaves are immortal cities. The king said softly, as if he were comforting himself and those around him.

The night is like water.

The courtiers embraced the king and returned to the middle of the city, where they felt that it was time for the king to rest. He was so tired. As long as he lives well, there will be hope for this city.

In the court, there was a dead silence, no one dared to say a word on such a night, everyone was silent, as long as the king did not speak, no one dared to speak in the whole palace.

The king has not yet slept.

Although there was a newly chosen concubine lying on his bed, the queen thought that such a beautiful girl would make the king forget the pain, so the queen reluctantly sent a newly selected beautiful woman quietly into the king's room.

He is a king who has never indulged his ****. He glanced at the stunning girl on the bed, he didn't speak, he didn't move, he sat in his chair, just sat quietly in his chair.

The heavens are already light, and the king has not yet rested.

Finally, the girl on the bed, she called softly, "Lord, am I not beautiful?"

She was very apprehensive in her heart, she did not want the favor of the king, but she wanted to have a moment of warmth with the king.

"You're beautiful, but, I'm old. The king said softly.

He stood up and didn't look at the woman on the bed again. He was not a woman-oriented king, but in his mind, this city, the people of this city, and this country were much more important than this woman.

He could let the woman go, but he couldn't let the city go. (To be continued.) )