Han Qingyong was probably the calmest of the Chu army, and when he passed a high platform, he stopped running and stood on top of it.

He saw his iron general battle group rushing over with the flow of people, and he hurriedly raised his arms and shouted, wanting them to cheer up, turn around and fight with the officers and soldiers, and inspire the defeated Chu army.

However, his voice was drowned out by the sound of the wolf cry and the rain, and then he saw that the armor on the iron generals was heavy and cumbersome, and took off the armor and discarded it without hesitation......

He lowered his arms and stood in the midst of the torrential rain, looking at his former mighty army with compassion and amazement, now in fear like a lost dog.

They can't even be called vulnerable, they are completely self-defeating.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and there were panicked Chu soldiers everywhere, and countless corpses were piled up on the ground, all of them unrecognizable, and people were still tripped from time to time......

The torrent on the ground was blood-colored, and it seemed that between heaven and earth, it was already raining blood, and everywhere as far as the eye could see, it was all evil red.

He saw that the officers and men did not bother to draw their swords and dance their swords at all, and what they held in their hands was a dog-beating stick, and they were riding on horses, smiling all over their faces, brandishing the dog-beating stick, and their expressions were leisurely as if they were driving cattle and sheep in the field, and they let out bursts of victorious cheers......

He suddenly remembered that on an autumn day half a year ago, he was the prince of Western Chu, and Chen Zhendong was just a down-and-out prince, begging to see him in the cold wind, and even servile to his uncle.

At that time, how majestic and high-spirited was he?

Now that the situation is reversed and the noble and the lowly have been transposed, he will become a prisoner of him and Chen Yunhuang......

Han Qingyong was discouraged.

He regretted that he had not listened to the advice of the weekend earlier, and that one road had gone to the dark; He regretted believing Chen Zhendong, first going deep alone, and then making mistakes again and again to lead the wolf into the room; He regretted that he shouldn't have provoked Chen Yunhuang and Su Yuzhe, causing a catastrophe; regretted that he shouldn't have shot Han Chaozhang in Songyan Villa, and cut off his own back road......

He had no way to escape but die.

He stood on a high platform and looked at the Xiangcheng Tower.

Chen Yunhuang stood there, and the guards helped her carry a huge umbrella. She stood there quietly, her expression indifferent, as beautiful as a painting.

But such a seemingly weak and beautiful woman ruined all his dreams.

He Han Qingyong did become famous in a battle, but he failed to be ashamed, and became the laughing stock of the world, defeated and annihilated.

Not close to each other, Han Qingyong and Chen Yunhuang looked at each other.

He firmly believed that Chen Yunhuang had indeed seen him.

He looked at her for a long time, and in the afterglow of his eyes, the soldiers under his command were still running wildly, still killing each other, and still jumping into the river......

Oh, it seems, he is the only one who is afraid of death.

What awaits him next?

Captured by officers and soldiers, locked up like dogs in prison vans and paraded through the streets, then tied to stale wooden stakes and beheaded?

Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!

Han Qingyong was resentful, laughed wildly, like a song and cried, like a mad demon, and looked up to the sky and roared: "What is the reason of heaven!" What is the reason of heaven? 400,000 elite soldiers, all ruined like this! Why, why? This king is the pride of the sky, and he has never been defeated in leading the army, why did he fall to today's fate and be destroyed in the hands of a few unknown people? ”

Thunder roared, lightning struck the sky, and rain roared.

Han Qingyong was so sad that he was about to kill himself when he drew his sword, but at the moment when he was about to make a move, his body was light and he was taken off the ground, and then, he found himself flying in the air, but he couldn't see where his body was.

"Don't look at it, it's me, Xinyi, I used invisibility. I'll take you back to Xichu and leave this tiresome place. Chen Xinyi said, "Back to Xichu, I will help you kill the three princes, you become the emperor, you must make me the queen." ”

Chen Xinyi's voice sounded in his ears, and Han Qingyong's hanging heart fell into place.

He was moved and rejoiced, and said without hesitation: "A word is a certainty." ”

He turned around and looked in the direction of the Xiangcheng Tower.

Yun Huang was turning his head to look at his side, the mocking look on his face made him angry, and he yelled at her: "Chen Yunhuang, you wait!" This king will one day come back and ravage you in every way! ”

Yun Huang couldn't see them, but he heard a faint shout from above, and he couldn't hear what Han Qingyong said because of the rain.

But she could hear that it was Han Qingyong's voice, and the tone was vicious and fierce.

Yun Huang sneered and ignored it.

Know yourself and know your opponent, and win all battles.

Han Qingyong is so happy with his achievements, he is stubborn and self-serving, and he is not vulnerable at all.

Ten more times, and she did the same.

Yun Huang retracted his gaze and looked in the direction of Chu Palace, where there were already people who had gone to camp and there was no longer a threat to Da Chen.

She won the war with the fewest casualties, leaving the invaders to come and go, and the whole army was annihilated......

At dawn, the wind and rain stop, and the bright sun shines on the earth.

In front of the Xiangcheng City Tower, on the empty field within a radius of ten miles, the fierce escape battle had already come to an end last night.

As far as the eye can see, there are many corpses, and their shapes are different, and they are miserable, like a desolate and cold hell on earth.

And in this hell on earth, there are two drummers, still beating the drum with strong arms.

It was the drummer of the Chu army, they ignored the corpses all over the field, ignored the rivers of blood, and still beat the drums selflessly, completely forgetting that the two of them were the last two living mouths in the Chu army.

They are not warriors, they have never held only drumsticks on the battlefield, not swords, their weapons are drumsticks, and their enemies are war drums.

They still fight hard, trying to awaken tens of thousands of souls with the roaring and desperate drums.

Yun Huang, Chen Zhendong, and Song Zhiming stood on top of the city tower, looking at the chaotic battlefield, listening to the lonely, desolate and passionate and powerful drums, silent for a long time, and the love of victory was also a little sad and afraid.

If it weren't for outwitting, these dead people would be the soldiers of Da Chen and Da Zhou, and the people who would be sad would also be the people of Da Chen and Da Zhou.

Yun Huang silently walked down the tower, asked the guards to open the city gate, and walked towards the two drummers.

The drummers move in unison and leave no stone unturned.

Yun Huang stood not far from them, looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but say, "The war is over." ”

The drummers put down their drumsticks, looked back at her, and looked around at the hills of corpses and the streams of blood that crisscrossed the ground......

They watched quietly, there was no sadness on their faces, and when they turned to the drum again, one of them said: "The dead are all heroes, and they died in a foreign land, please play a requiem and send the soul back to their hometown." ”

Yun Huang acquiesced and took a few steps back.

The tragic and passionate drum beat echoed again on the battlefield of Xiangcheng, for the souls of the soldiers of the Chu army who died early, and for the sons and daughters who died in a foreign land......