The night breeze is as cool as water.

Brightly colored red robes and long snow-white hair, he was out of place in the dark night.

Like a ghost.

Bang!

The leader of the knights was cut in two by the blood sword and fell to the Gobi Desert with a bang, his face before death was not fear, but innocence.

What did you do wrong?

The ghosts began to drift, the sound of horses' hooves remained in the dead wasteland, and the Golden Knights gasped, their gripping palms trembling violently.

"The madman left home."

A cold night wind suddenly burrowed into his neck, and the knight who fell behind subconsciously shuddered.

Suddenly, there was a strange sensation in the skull, and it was all cracked.

"Give it back!"

Gu Changan only swung a sword, and the momentum of the sword was unstoppable, just like chopping over rows of watermelons, and the plasma blood burst into the air.

"Back to camp!" The knight fleeing in front of him was hoarse, and he didn't even have the courage to look back.

On the verge of despair, there can be a sense of security when there are many people in a group, just like the old horse with the banner tied, and also galloped to the continuous military camp.

"Help!

”

After running for two hundred miles, the knight at the front was exhausted, and finally saw a bright bonfire, and tore his throat for help, and the sound pierced the night sky like a sharp weapon.

The logistics barracks suddenly beat loud drums, and the barbarian inspectors didn't care about wearing armor, and ran into the beacon tower in a panic to light the flames.

But as soon as he saw the scene in the distance, his hole shrank suddenly, and his internal organs seemed to be snatched by a pair of hands.

The blood-colored figure of madness hung in the air, swinging his sword again and again, and the knight and his horse were broken in half and buried in the yellow sand.

"Which Han Nu dares to sneak attack, don't want to burn down the company camp?" The blue-eyed and bearded lieutenant was sleepy-eyed and scolding and walked up to the beacon tower.

But when he saw the bloody killing, his lips trembled:

"Lift...... Raise the white flag. ”

"Drop?" The soldier turned to look at him.

"If you don't surrender, you'll die!" The bearded lieutenant stiffened his limbs and wept with a sad face.

Witnessing the madman in the lonely city, the cruel atmosphere is breathtaking, and there are only 800 people in the barracks, what can stop it?

In a moment, a big white flag with the word "down" written on it was hung high above the gate of the barracks.

The moment the thirty knights who had saved their lives rushed into the camp, they continued to flee to the east, and they even knew that their actions were poisoning thousands of miles, but if they stopped, they would die.

How stupid would it be to lower the white flag?

Surrender to a madman, you might as well face a rock, and have an echo anyway.

"Calm down...... Calm down! The bearded captain stood on the lookout, grasped the cross necklace around his neck, and said tremblingly:

"God testifies that we have no intention of attacking the city of Qiuzi, not at all."

Rumble!

Eighty zhang away, the blood-colored sword net covered the barracks and lowered the flag, and the place where the sword qi passed began to burn, and the tent camp collapsed in the tragic devouring.

"Give me back the home, give it back to me."

Gu Chang'an's hair was scattered, he had never had such a moment of hatred, and when he slashed his sword, he tore the earth apart.

"No one robbed your home...... "Captain Bearded Captain cried out in fright, and when he raised his hand, he was forcibly abducted by his cronies.

Explain to a madman like that, run for your life!

For the first time in my life, I got out of the cage, and the sky was about to fall!

"Which beast is full of food and has nothing to do to provoke Guizi City, the nine clans will go to the gallows, your mother!"

Captain Beard screamed as he fled, feeling that the madman was even more terrifying than he had been rumored.

Blindly defending can slaughter more than 10,000 elites of the empire by itself, so what about taking the initiative to attack?

You must know that the defense is limited to one city, and the attack is the vast Western Regions.

"You're unleashing a Hellhead!"

The bearded lieutenant glanced back, the blood-colored figure was killing people frantically, and he was looking for something everywhere, and he was actually squatting on the ground in pain.

……

Three quarters in the morning.

West of Yumen Pass, on the golden platform.

"Your Majesty, wake up!"

Karl was so furious that he didn't even have a shoe on one foot, and shook the bell in front of the purple tent frantically.

"What?" The barbarian emperor quickly walked out in a sacrificial dragon robe, and before he had time to put on a mask, the face of the flesh and blood mold lake was extremely terrifying under the flickering candle flame.

"The madman is out of town!" Karl handed over the bloodstained silk book, "There is a fish in the Western Regions who has slipped through the net and contacted the madman, who is chasing and slaughtering the children of the Empire. ”

After a cursory glance at the silk book, the barbarian emperor staggered back half a step, and his mind went blank for a moment.

He leaned against the goalpost and roared sharply:

"Dispatch troops, encircle and suppress!"

"Inform the saint, intercept and kill!"

After saying that, a pair of children stared at him deadly:

"Carl, the strength of the madman after leaving the city is very weak, so there is nothing to be afraid of!"

Carl's face twitched, is it funny to make a fool of himself?

According to the emergency report, the madman who breaks free from the cage is even more terrifying, and killing people is like pulling weeds and picking flowers.

The strength of a madman depends entirely on the degree of his obsession.

"You must kill Gu Changan in one battle, don't let him have a chance to breathe!" The barbarian emperor's voice was fierce, but his eyes gradually became confused.

Out of control.

The battle with the odds of victory suddenly on the verge of spiraling out of control, and the most feared hidden danger is revealed.

How exactly can Hannu convince a madman to leave home?

Karl paced around the tent, agreeing with His Majesty's will to stabilize the morale of the army in the rear.

Can't be confused!

Gu Changan is by no means an ordinary cultivator, this person is like a long river, only the embankment is tightly blocked, but there is a trace of water seeping.

That's all over!

The levees collapsed, and the river was raging.

"Your Majesty, that's more than fifty thousand soldiers...... "Karl squirmed his lips, a number that even he shuddered.

Just one person!

But the elite of the empire are all on the battlefield of Yumen Pass, and the people guarding the rear are all rabble, and they are all ants in the eyes of madmen.

"Not enough!" The barbarian emperor's eyes were fierce, and he smashed his fist on the doorpost, and said hysterically:

"100,000, 200,000, as many as there are piles, the warriors with the army have to participate in the killing, I want to crush his skull!

”

"Your Majesty calm down......" Karl turned pale and said urgently:

"The Central Plains army will inevitably take this opportunity to press on it vigorously, and there is no reason to ignore the head, and the key to determining the outcome is in Yumen Pass."

"If the Abyss Saint is transferred to the rear, how can the Central Plains Hundred Schools of Thought Formation be cracked?"

After a pause, he tried to calm down the agitated emotions, and said calmly:

"Your Majesty, 50,000 troops are enough, and you can send more enlightened people and great grandmasters."

The words fell.

"The two saints of the abyss have set off." The purple-haired old monster stood unconsciously on the platform, his face cloudy.

You're starting to panic too, old thing? The barbarian emperor snorted, his mind was muddy.

"You're under control." The purple-haired old monster strode over and said solemnly:

"The Central Plains will definitely take the opportunity to attack the frontal battlefield, immediately block the news, cover the lid, and never shake the morale of the army."

Karl was dizzy when he heard this.

Cover the lid and seal the message......

This scene is familiar.

Going round and round, it's as if everything is back to square one.

Am I an old witch and a young woman, or am I calling for longevity?

But he knew that he had to cover the lid, once the morale of the army was unstable and panic spread, it would be almost fatal!

As for the madman, he didn't believe that he could still be alive under the encirclement and suppression of an army of 50,000 and countless high-level cultivators?

"Difficult times are just a test of the ability to maintain stability under the crown, don't let the empire down!"

After speaking, the purple-haired old monster left in a hurry, on the one hand, to arrange the rear, and on the other hand, to defend the Yumen Pass, the situation was urgent.

The barbarian emperor waved his hand, took the golden mask handed by the guard, and after putting it on, he returned to his usual calmness, and said categorically:

"Crazy, you're dead!"

"Central Plains Hannu, don't think that a little trick can shake the Celestial God Empire, wishful thinking!"

……

East of Yumen Pass.

The sky was bright, and the fresh air of the early morning blew into the tent, but it could not blow away the oppressive atmosphere.

The huge military conference table was silent, dozens of high-ranking generals had tense faces, and several secret letters from spies were placed on the table.

"Dashuai, did you fail?" The generals of Eastern Wu looked at Xu Ting, who was on the throne.

Xu Ting didn't sleep for two nights, and his sunken eye sockets were red.

"The royal family said that Gao Zhongguan was dead, didn't he convince Chang'an?" Li Deyu's expression was solemn.

Gonggong Gao also cultivated the dragon qi of the Tang Dynasty, and it was a sure fact that he had died.

According to spy information, the barbarian army has been safe and sound for the past two days, and instead of panicking, their morale is even stronger.

There is only one possibility, the persuasion failed, and Chang'an did not leave the lonely city.

"He went!"

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the quiet camp.

It was Zhelansu who got up.

"Never question the level of the barbarian's cover."

"At this moment, it must be the calm before the storm, the two armies have been stalemate for days, and the barbarians have suddenly boosted their morale, which is too abnormal!"

"No one knows the center of the barbarian country better than me, Gu Changan definitely killed the lonely city and began to set off a massacre."

After speaking, he sat down with a firm attitude.

In order to cover the lid, the old witch slaughtered hundreds of thousands of imperial civilians at every turn!

It's pretty much the same now, relying on an army of bounties to cover up the undercurrents.

"Troops!"

"Order the Nine Saints to jointly exert pressure, drag down the old monster of the Barbarian Abyss, and if necessary, do not hesitate to use the Hundred Schools of Thought Formation Formation."

The taciturn Xu Ting spoke slowly, and then his face was cold and hard:

"Chang'an is suffering, if the Central Plains misses the opportunity to counterattack, then ......"

As he spoke, he left the camp.

The generals looked at each other, not understanding why the marshal was so convinced?

How did Gao Zhongguan deceive Chang'an......

Yes, only the empress, the marshal, and Gao Zhongguan, who was on a mission, knew the inside story.

Zhe Lansu wanted to speak and stopped, and finally couldn't bear to tell the truth.

He didn't know, but he could guess.

The best way to trick Gu Changan into leaving home is-

Pull out the flag!

The banner that has stood for 64 years and has not changed hands.

It is also Gu Changan's deepest obsession.

Only in this way can we explain why we should send Gao Zhongguan, who is good at the body.

It's cruel to say it.

When he wanted to die, he had to sink in despair for the sake of this banner.

He began to want to live, and it was also this banner that made him have to die for the Central Plains.

……

At the head of Gumo beach, the sun was shining, and the corpses were exposed to the sun, and the corpses were all over the field, and the blood stained the river scarlet.

The cries for mercy were loud, and fear spread like a plague, and some of the disabled barbarians were already frightened out of hysteria, not to mention trembling, incontinence, and yellow urine.

The bloody man faced the wind and asked in a low voice:

"Where's my home?"

He grabbed the brute's neck with both hands like iron pincers, and repeated the murmur:

"Where's home?"

The brute suffocated and trembled, his bulging eyes looked around the bloody world, it was the boundless purgatory, it was the most chilling slaughterhouse.

Whoever stole his house and gave it back to him!

With a snort, Gu Changan twisted the head of the brute, stepped on the air, and glided in the air.

I've walked far, far and far, and I can't find the flag.

"Evil beast!"

With a thunderclap, the old monster with a fish-tailed body swept to the top of Gumo Mountain, and an old monster of the abyss also stood twenty zhang away.

At the same time, hundreds of figures came one after another, as well as rumbling and endless brute pawns, tens of thousands of armor pieces rubbing against the sky, and flags constantly pouring in.

The blood-colored figure just stood there, motionless.

Like a blooming flower of destruction.

"Evil beast, what are you crazy about!" The human body is creepy, and the scene in front of him is really beyond his cognition.

I thought that I hid in the Yangtze River all day long, refining my legs into fish tails, and I was an out-and-out monster.

Seeing this madman, he understood what a fierce monster was, and he had cut down two thousand miles from the early hours of last night to the afternoon of this day.

The saint was suddenly shocked, not to mention the 50,000 generals, and he shuddered just by looking at it.

"Kill!"

The fishtail of the human body rises into the sky, turning into scales from the waist down, shining in the sun.

Another saint did not hesitate, and rose to the ground and clenched the axe weighing a hundred catties, and at the same time rushed towards the bloody man.

"Raise the sword."

Gu Changan's eyes were scarlet, the blood sword hung down and pierced his wrist, the fire inside was shattered, and the world-weary qi was like a python wading across the river, rolling up monstrous waves.

Instantly.

The three thousand barbarian soldiers stiffened, and the swords at their waists were unsheathed together, and they floated into the sky with the sound of clanging and clattering.

Obscuring the sky.

The sword curtain shrouded.

Three thousand swords were shot out in a row, and the sword light illuminated like a meteor shower in the daytime.

The human body fishtail glanced back, and there was a violent flick of the tail between the feet, and the scales smashed heavily on the chest and abdomen of the bloody man.

It was an incomparably astonishing collision, and even the soldiers could see the ripples that slammed out with the naked eye.

Rumble!

The axe crackled head-on, and the majestic qi machine was afraid that it could cut off a huge river, Gu Changan blocked it with his sword, suffered a heavy blow to his abdomen, and his body flew upside down for dozens of zhang.

Bang dang!

Three thousand swords fell in unison.

Three thousand dead.

The human body fishtail gritted his gums, and watched Sanqian Erlang die, this kind of killing speed was so fast that it was suffocating.

"Killing with a sword leads to the underworld, just like the demon lord in the sky." The other saint couldn't believe it, and suddenly turned around and urged the rest of the cultivators:

"Let's get on it!"

Gu Changan stood up with difficulty, and in the weak trembling, only the sword could stand.

He freed up his hand to clean his white hair, which was covered in blood, and he didn't care about the shattered internal organs.

The white hair is fluttering wantonly, and I don't know if it is a god on earth or a ghost in hell, not a heroic dry cloud, but a sad and melancholy:

"Give it back to me."

Gu Changan swung his sword sharply, lying in front of the saint, and looked at the fishtail of the human body with terrible eyes.

The latter was frightened, and after a moment calmed down, the madman could barely kill the evil begonia with the help of the sword of national fortune, and he could not threaten his life.

But in an instant, his hole shook, and the scales shrank violently.

What a horrible scene?

One person.

No sword.

No, he's a sword!

The bloody man slashed in the air, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, the white hair was the blade, and the body was the sword body.

Many cultivators stood still, stunned.

It is not surprising that the movement is like a sword, but the sword qi that is intertwined and swept all over the body becomes the most spectacular scene ever.

The fishtail of the human body is unavoidable, gritting his teeth and not retreating, and the holy power of his life is gathered in his fists, and he must carry this sword strongly.

He didn't overestimate himself, he just underestimated the madman.

When the bloody man slashed himself, he vaguely understood that this was the sword of a madman, the only one in the world.

Where there are any reinforcements, where there are swords, it will be one person and one city in the future.

No, it's alone.

People are the city, fortunately the sword is chopping, not the city falling, otherwise they will be crushed and rotten, right?

The human body fishtail doesn't know what to think about, but regrets that he shouldn't leave the Yangtze River, the power of this madman as a sword is really terrifying.

Gu Changan held his head with one hand and threw it back, smashing it to pieces.

There was a dead silence between heaven and earth, and the speed of the barbarian army's advance was stagnant, and the soul of the saint who was high above was gone.

Slash the saint!

The cultivators were terrified, their hearts beating violently like drums, and they were about to jump out of their throats.

At the beginning, the begonia of evil had to rely on the sword of national fortune, and how long it had passed, it was ridiculously strong.

"Drum march!

”

The remaining saint suddenly felt sad for the rabbit and the dead fox, and turned his head and ordered the army to pull out.

"On the other side are 50,000 Han slaves, you will kill the slaves with me and create supreme glory for the empire!"

A ridiculous and strange scene suddenly appeared in Gumotan, hundreds of generals blew their horns, and the war drums rumbled, as if they were attacking the battlefield in the face of an evenly matched battle.

The soldiers looked numb.

No matter how much you deceive yourself, there will be only one person on the other side.

It's really 50,000 Hannu who will be excited, at least sure that the spear can pick up the head of Hannu and receive credit for it with its head.

But being alone brings unprecedented fear!

Because you can't kill him!

will only be mercilessly slaughtered!

But no one dares to retreat, but there are overseers on all battlefields, and those who retreat are immediately beheaded, and it is better to rush forward and be martyrs of the empire.

The drums thundered like thunder, and the endless black tide swept towards the river beach.

In the face of the stormy tilting arrows, Gu Changan didn't move much, he couldn't dodge, he couldn't retreat, he just began to look forward to the most beautiful things in the world.

The ultimate obsession.

A strange scene crept in, the sky was sparse and sparsely falling with some snowflakes, followed by goose feather snow.

Each snowflake is a cruel and world-weary qi, and in the meantime, it is wrapped in a steady stream of bad luck, shrouding the heads of 50,000 soldiers.

Gu Changan, who was hit by a hundred arrows, was dying, but he felt very happy when he saw the heavy snow.

The thick long arrows almost pierced his thin and lean bloody body, and the black pressure layers of soldiers surged, and everyone trembled and the sound of killing shook the sky.

"Where's home?"

Gu Chang'an's cloudy and scattered eyes slowly moved in the snow, seeing the white snow, seeing the mighty barbarian army, and seeing the cultivators waiting for the opportunity, but he couldn't see the city.

"If you die, you will die at home." He picked up a handful of snow and buried his face in the snow.

Perhaps he was afraid that the blood on his face would stain the snow, so he carefully wiped it dry.

Then he grabbed the bloody sword and walked into the army with all kinds of weapons.

Chop melons and vegetables, and spill blood all the way.

Pieces of flesh were cut off from the bloody man's body, but instead of being depressed, the breath was blazing and violent.

Gu Changan had already seen the white bones all over his body, he repeated the killing action in a foolish and crazy way, he believed that after walking this dark road, he would definitely be able to see his homeland.

Bear with it any longer, and it's over.

It's obsession.

The army gradually collapsed, and the brute lay on the ground, his eyes closed and did not dare to look again.

Let's ask Ah Nose Hell, do you dare to come to this world?

The Imperial Buddhist missionaries preached how brutal Hell was, and that the Eighteen Floors of Hell were the most terrible torture, and that they really wanted the missionaries to come to the battlefield in person.

Firmament!

It's so bloody, it's so scary!

A zombie rushed into the 50,000 array, you can't hit him, even if he does, he ripped off his muscles and bones and continued to walk forward, his pace getting faster and faster.

The sky dome had long been covered with a thick layer of blood, and the ground was even more miserable, and all living matter was rotting in the sword qi.

The battlefield was scattered, leaving only the cultivators still in formation, and the saints lingered on the periphery, all the gods trembled, and if they survived this battle, it would also be a lingering nightmare in this life.

Maniacs are people.

He'll bleed all the time, and he'll lose pieces of flesh, but he won't close his eyes.

Gu Changan's head almost exploded in pain, he sat on the handle of a chariot tiredly, still feeling dizzy, as if he was spinning in the mill, and the rumbling sound of flesh and blood grinding sounded in his ears.

"Go on." He glanced up.

In the whimpering sound of the battlefield, a crisp cry suddenly sounded, and a goshawk swooped down with a tattered flag in its mouth.

"Is that it?" A general was lying on the watchtower, shouting hoarsely, and behind him was the bearded captain who had escaped from the entrance of the second camp.

The captain's face was pale, he had found this flag in the early hours of the morning, and he had deliberately washed it with clean water.

The goshawk threw the flag in the chariot and fled from the adversary.

Gu Changan's scarlet eyes shone with a touch of extremely innocent light, stroking the flag like a child, and whispering:

"I didn't protect you."

At this scene, the barbarians on the battlefield were terrified.

How ridiculous, just one flag, resulting in the corpses of more than 30,000 colleagues.

The action of the madman touching the flag even gives them an illusion.

After my death, the nation will be in trouble, as long as a Central Plains flag is placed in front of my grave, it will definitely lead a million Yin soldiers out of the land.

"Damn Hannu!" The abyss saint was mad with hatred, and he felt that the world was spinning.

What a vicious scheme!

Using a madman, you and the Central Plains are worthy of being a conspiracy, doesn't your conscience hurt?

Knowing that everything in the lonely city is a madman's obsession, he wants to deceive a madman, and heaven can't tolerate it!

"Listen to me, you can rest." He adjusted his emotions and drifted far away.

The scarred cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, even though the madman was only hanging from his bones, and he couldn't hold it anymore, but his soul couldn't hold it anymore.

Come home, come back.

"Don't talk to me loudly." Gu Changan remained motionless, staring at Xuqi in a daze.

"Sage, why don't you go and destroy the city of Qiuzi?" Seeing this, an enlightened person was in a loud voice and tried to threaten the madman.

After hearing this, the Abyss Sage's expression changed suddenly, and in an instant, he saw the bloody man standing up, and his qi was stirring and flowing in the air.

"You're crazy too!" The saint hysterically roared and ordered the army to regain its strength.

The enlightened person realizes that he has touched the scales, and his intestines are about to repent, and this great tribulation that has not been seen in a hundred years cannot be over.

……

East of Yumen Pass.

As Mingjin withdrew his troops, the two armies began to slowly retreat.

There were corpses everywhere in the wasteland, and the yellow sand was soaked with blood, and cleaning the battlefield was as difficult as trekking through a swamp of blood.

The battle is deadlocked, and the number of casualties is a staggering number.

In the tent camp of the Chinese army, the conference table was filled with the smell of blood, some generals were wounded, and even the palm of Li Deyu, the secretary of the Tang Army, opened a bloody gap.

"Will have the heart of death, no greed for life, this battle to kill 60,000 barbarian dogs, it is a great victory!"

The head of the supervising army gave a cursory report on the results of the battle.

But there was silence in the tent.

"What about the Central Plains?" Li Deyu looked up at him.

"140,000 heroic sacrifices." The overseer said in a low voice.

Li Deyu wanted to speak and stopped, but in the end he just bowed his head slightly.

Is it a big win?

Mother is undoubted!

In the past few decades, this is the most hearty killing of barbarians in the land of China.

In the case that the barbarians occupied the physical advantage, the generals of the Central Plains relied on their tenacious spiritual will, almost in the way of primitive hand-to-hand combat, to bite the heads of the barbarian dogs.

It's not enough!

Zhongyuan can't afford to lose.

Once both sides are completely annihilated, the barbarians will only break their muscles and bones, and they can continue to deploy troops to invade the Central Plains, and the death of a million heroes in the Central Plains is to destroy the foundation.

The most perfect battle situation for the Central Plains -

Even if you win, you have to keep half of the elite, but it is tantamount to fantasy, and reality quickly crushes fantasy.

"Rest for two days or continue the offensive?" The master of the academy looked at the main seat, and the cultivators of the Central Plains also suffered heavy losses, and the Duke of Dongwu Qin could save a saint at the cost of destroying Jiaoweiqin.

Xu Ting's face was expressionless.

Now that the hope of breaking the deadlock is in the rear of the barbarian army, he has to wait quietly.

Suddenly.

"It worked!"

With a hurried shout, several guards walked into the camp with secret letters in their hands, and said excitedly:

"Gu Changan killed through the Western Regions for 2,000 miles in one day, the barbarian army was in chaos, and internal rumors spread everywhere, and it was said that the military camp bred the idea of cowardice."

As soon as the words fell, Zhelansu slapped his eyes and said angrily:

"The barbarians can't cover the lid anymore!"

"A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

He knows barbarians best, and order comes from power.

If you think about it, you also know that after decades of founding a country, there is no civilization and no national righteousness, or you will go uphill directly in one breath, and once you stop, it will slide at an incredible speed.

"Cowardice?"

The generals were incredible, what did Gu Changan do to make the fierce dogs who were not afraid of death feel afraid?

Dong Dong Dong Dong –

The continuous sound of drums sounded in the barracks square, Xu Ting frowned deeply, got up and left the camp.

The generals also followed the voice, and the commander did not give an order, who was beating the drums?

I saw the general cultivators in the square, the empress was wearing gold armor and holding a sword made of cold iron, while Pei Jingshu was holding a silk book full of blood.

"Latest information......" She tried her best to calm down, but her voice still trembled slightly.

"Gu Changan beheaded a saint and abolished a saint."

"Kill three half-saints, six enlightened beings, thirteen great masters, and ......"

After a long pause, Pei Jingshu squeezed the silk book tightly, and a stream of hot blood surged up her throat, and she said sonorously:

"And the slaughter of forty-three thousand."

At night, have you ever passed by a dark and gloomy grave?

Have you ever experienced that kind of death that chills your bones?

This is the right moment.

There was no sound in the square, and it was terrifyingly suffocating!

The pen in the historian's hand was almost torn, and he didn't even dare to record it, will future generations believe this page of history books, and will they question the predecessors who are boasting about themselves?

Forty-three thousand barbarians!

Just alone.

Not to mention saints, enlightened beings, and great masters, these beings are so coercive that the world is breathless.

But the secret letter was sacrificed to three spies and fifteen scouts, and it was almost not delivered.

The huge square is still silent.

Can you create an unheard of feat by yourself?

One person beheaded 43,000 barbarians, killed the barbarian saints, and slaughtered the enlightened like slaughtering pigs and dogs.

From ancient times to the present, how could the martial arts generals have had such brilliant achievements?

Since the great changes in the Heavenly Dao, is there a limit to the ultimate strength of individuals?

This record can be shocking to the sun and the moon, and it can cover the world and the earth!

Countless generals struggled to recover from the shock, slowly opened their eyes like prostration, and then became extremely excited, and involuntarily burst into tears.

"Great!

”

"Gu Chang'an, strengthen my Chinese land!"

They know very well how crucial this miracle is, and can even change the course of history, and enter a new era of offensive and defensive differences.

"How did you deceive Chang'an?" The thin scholar's eyes were scarlet, pushing through the surging crowd and squeezing into the square to stare at the empress.

Li Wan was silent, his five fingers clenching the hilt of his sword.

"Say!" Liu Shang looked at Xu Ting with begging eyes.

Xu Ting's face tightened, and he said in a deep voice:

"Stealing flags."

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Liu Shang's body trembled, squatted on the ground dizzily, and laughed miserably:

"Chang'an can't find that flag, he will keep looking for it."

"Sacrifice your life to become benevolent, only one death can highlight greatness, and you shouldn't do things like this."

The generals were like being struck by lightning, and their eyes were full of tears.

Gu Changan is not a god, he is flesh and blood, whether it is Li Lian's records or barbarian rumors, they all prove a cruel fact.

Every time he killed the enemy, Gu Changan was destroying his body and suffering superimposed pain, but he just healed quickly.

That flag has been flying for sixty-four years, it is the light of the dark and lonely city, and it is also the deepest obsession of Gu Chang'an's despair and sinking.

The barbarians have not raised the flag.

It is precisely the Central Plains people who pull out the flag.

"The merits and demerits of the merits and demerits, and the posterity will comment that this decision is worthy of the land of China and the people of the people."

Xu Ting pursed his lips, his voice low and hoarse, like a suppressed cry at the bottom of a well.

He didn't say that he was worthy of Gu Chang'an.

He felt guilty.

But a hundred more times, it's still the same choice.

A nation with the ability must stand there without retreating, bless the thousands of ordinary and ordinary smiling faces behind them.

The generals' hearts fluctuated, and their eyes stared firmly into the distance.

The situation has been reversed, the situation of the war has been subverted, and if we move forward at this moment, we must not let Gu Changan's efforts go to waste.

The empress's eyes gradually faded, and she pulled the corners of her mouth with difficulty, trying to make her voice more majestic, but she still tried her best to be hoarse:

"Pass."

She had a cold face and said in a fierce voice:

"Pass!"

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth seemed to be boiling, and countless generals raised their weapons and pointed in the direction of Yumen Pass, and thunder roared:

"Pass!

”

There is no need for pre-war mobilization, the name Gu Changan is the highest fighting spirit, and the opportunity for a counteroffensive has arrived.

Xu Ting closed his eyes deeply, his chest seemed to be a flame burning, and he clenched his fists and made a military order:

"Regain the Western Regions, expel the barbarians, go to China, and go to the national disaster together!"

The generals were solemn for a while, and said in unison: "Glory in China, go to the national disaster together!" ”

In just one hour, the rumbling war drums roared like thunder in the wasteland, and in a moment, the circle of the car city ran over the yellow sand, and a large number of flags of all kinds poured out like a tide.

……

On the golden platform, the atmosphere is like a gloomy tomb.

The inquisitors' backs were numb, and the sun was shining, but the air always felt cold and cold.

"Cover the lid, cover the lid, cover the lid quickly......" The barbarian emperor brazenly raised the throne and smashed it on the ground again and again, venting his anger.

The faces of the ministers of the army were like ashes.

Almost 50,000 soldiers died in the rear, how to block the news?

Fifty thousand!

"Is the beast dead?" The barbarian emperor's throat rolled for a moment, and the fear was forced in his heart, but the haze in his eyes became heavier and heavier.

"Half dead." Carl said in a hoarse voice.

"You tell me, what does it mean to be half-dead? To die is to die, to live is to live!

”

The barbarian emperor is like a wild beast out of control, and his eyes look like he is going to eat people in the next moment.

Karl shuddered, and directly singled out and said:

"The madman can still stand with most of his bones crushed, and the devil knows if he is alive or dead? I've been saying I'm going home, but I don't fucking go back! ”

The blonde old man, who prides himself on being a classical aristocrat, is also exploding at this moment.

"The Abyss Saint poured out of his nest and killed this beast!" The barbarian emperor was hoarse.

"The Central Plains army doesn't care? Let the children of the empire be slaughtered? ”

Judge Beth immediately retorted.

"You always do!

The barbarian emperor suddenly stood dumbfounded, and a pair of children shed tears of sorrow, and said in a trembling voice:

"Damn hesitation, damn weigh the pros and cons!"

"Starting from the old dog of Zhelan, I made the madman bigger and stronger step by step, and now I am slapped in the face."

"If I had listened to my words earlier and concentrated all my efforts to destroy the madman first, how could I be in the miserable situation now?"

The crowd was silent.

What's the use of analyzing it afterwards, there is a million heroes in the land of Shenzhou in front, and after slaughtering, they can invade Beiliang and Xishu, and there is just a lonely madman in the rear.

Which normal person would choose the back?

Even if the gods expected the result, it was impossible for the empire to agree.

Saying a thousand things and ten thousand still underestimates the combat effectiveness of a madman, the so-called degree of obsession.

Kill 50,000 pigs, no, you have to die of exhaustion if you pull out 50,000 grasses a day, let alone kill 50,000 elite soldiers, then the madman really did it.

"I can't redeem a hundred deaths, I will leave a stench for 10,000 years!" The barbarian emperor laughed maniacally, once the situation developed in the opposite direction, he was the only scapegoat, the shame of the Tuoba royal family, the scum of the empire.

Right now.

"Under the crown of Qiyu, the whole army of Hannu pressed on."

A herald will gallop forward.

The ministers were indifferent, or rather expected.

Unless Zhongyuan is stupid, he will miss the great opportunity.

There are many auspicious battles in this battle.

Since the founding of the country, the only time I lost my territory was because of Gu Chang'an, and this time I am afraid that the Yumen Pass will change hands.

"Fight!"

"Kill me, Karl, according to the established deployment, defend the Jade Gate Pass!

”

The barbarian emperor was suddenly excited, walking back and forth on the platform, without stopping to give orders one after another.

Looking at the deranged celestial gods, the ministers lamented in their hearts, the biggest flaw in the elite of the empire is the morale of the army, and now there is a large sound of cowardice, how can I stop the red-eyed Hannu?

"Yes." Karl hurried away, and the drums of war rumbled at the same time.

No matter what, you have to fight.

With the passage of time, hundreds of miles away, the earth-shattering killing sound of Yumen Pass could be heard, and the blood mist on the battlefield even poured towards the Golden Terrace.

"Your Majesty, in the game of war, it is not necessarily a good thing to play all the way. Sometimes taking the initiative to lose one or two hands will play a paralyzing role in Hannu. ”

"Especially when we're at a disadvantage, a tactical retreat is a wise and necessary move."

Karl spoke at length, his tired voice echoing through the quiet platform.

There was no suspense, one side panicked, one side was in the sky, and the fierce battle began to be one-sided for three hours.

"I ...... Should I give up? The Barbarian Emperor muttered in a low voice.

The most humiliating choice in the world is in front of us.

Either withdraw the troops and retreat, leaving a buffer zone.

Either stick to the Yumen Pass and rely on Erlang's life to exhaust the will of the Han slaves.

The first choice, he Tuobalian will definitely be nailed to the pillar of historical shame.

The Great Barbarian Empire, that is the kingdom of God that the Heavenly Dao is looking at, sits on all the resources and advantages of the world, a dog born in the Holy City, and has the ability to tame the wolves when he runs out of the empire.

In the past few decades, from the border tribes of the 600-mile region to the current 20 million miles of territory, what glory and glory is this?

But in his hands, he actually wants to lose the Jade Gate Pass?

If you continue to hold on, you will consume your life in vain, and you will drag the battle to the valley.

"Your Majesty, please withdraw your troops and retreat a thousand miles."

The ministers spoke in unison.

As Karl Inquisitor said, if you lose a hand in the game, you will let the Holy City continue to transfer troops in the future, and the empire will not worry about the lack of troops, and it will regain its strength and slaughter the Eastern Hannu in one fell swoop.

But the word "failure" is destined to imprint the history of the empire and follow the life of His Majesty.

The Barbarian Emperor's palm hung in the air, he really wanted to say that I would not retreat, but reason told him that he had to retreat.

After a long wait, a humiliating voice came from Quetai:

"Mingjin retreats."

……

……

……

In the twilight, a round of crescent moon hangs high in the bloody sky, and on the stone tablet of the Yumen Pass, a Central Plains flag flutters in the wind.

As far as the eye can see, there are tangled and wrapped corpses everywhere, stacked into a small mountain, but there are also hunting and flying flags everywhere.

Yumen Pass in the Western Regions, changing hands today!

Killed 210,000, an unprecedented record, and also paid tribute to the heroic generals of Yumen Pass, the historical route of China.

Lost for eighty years, it came home!

Bullied by the barbarians for decades, the Han family is hardworking and hardworking, but he has been repeatedly destroyed by the barbarian dogs, and now he finally has the initiative.

"Where's Li Ping?"

The master of the academy and other saints searched everywhere for the girl in the Taoist robe, and finally saw a desolate figure in a Gobi desert.

The master's heart fell to the bottom, and he wanted to ask the hexagram, but the sad eyes directly made him

The brain went blank.

"Gu Changan is dead." Li Ping sobbed softly, and the traces that had always remained of the Sky Voyeur Fu died.

In fact, as early as noon, she noticed the bad news to avoid affecting the morale of the Central Plains, so she could only endure the pain alone.

"Gu Changan, did you really fall on the eve of victory......" Li Ping said with tears in his eyes.

At the same time, a man with braided hair and dyed blonde hair walked into the pass square.

"Shang Jin, you?"

It was Emperor Zhao who greeted him.

His own brother, who has been hidden in the barbarians for twenty years, is now ranked in the fourth rank, and is considered one of the most important chess pieces in the Central Plains, but he took a risk to come here.

Shang Jin squirmed his lips, he clearly wanted to speak, but he didn't spit out a word from his throat, only sizzled sound.

"What?" Emperor Zhao asked.

Shang Jin's throat was strong, and then he said hoarsely:

"Gu Changan is dead."

Emperor Zhao was dizzy and almost fell to the ground, he looked frightened:

"Impossible!"

The square seemed to be buried by the cold, and the magnates of the Seven Kingdoms who rushed to hear the news were heartbroken, and the empress was directly supported by the palace maid to not faint.

Shang Jin said in a heavy and depressed manner:

"He died, and the barbarians knew it all, and he was dragged seven hundred miles by the saint and brought back his head."

After speaking, trembling Weiwei took out a piece of flesh and blood from the placket of his clothes, and choked up:

"I only picked up this one, and the rest was bitten alive by the brute dogs."

Bloody flesh appeared in plain sight like that.

"Lie!

”

With a terrible roar, Liu Shangben ran over and grabbed Shang Jin, and scolded fiercely:

"You're blind!"

"He's dead." Shang Jin's eyes were moist, and he carefully handed the flesh and blood to Liu Shang.

"Blind, blind, blind......" Liu Shang repeated over and over again, gritting his teeth and not daring to pick up this piece of meat.

"Li Ping said that he had died." The master of the academy stood under the stone tablet and said a word of sorrow.

The square suddenly burst into a loud cry, crying tearing liver and lungs, crying sadness and pressing the autumn wind dare not float, crying tens of thousands of people can't bear to listen.

Gu Changan is already the spiritual symbol of the Central Plains, and it is a beacon for the dark realm to dare to rise up and resist, it turns out that the lights will not be on all the time, and it turns out that a giant will fall.

Xu Ting never cried in front of others, even when his eyes were moist, he was also forcefully suppressed by him, but he couldn't contain his emotions at the moment.

Won.

Gu Changan is dead.

"He was slashed tens of thousands of times, and when he was dragged by the Abyss Saint, he still held the flag, and he always said that he didn't protect his family......"

Shang Jin couldn't say any more, handed over the meat to Liu Shang, and led the scout to disappear into the night.

You shouldn't have deceived him!

Knowing that that flag was the whole meaning of his life, the Central Plains achieved a great victory, and the price was that the hero endured endless torture and died.

"Seven taels of meat, Chang'an only left seven taels of meat."

"He has a spirit in the sky, he should be happy, because he has killed hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Central Plains, saved hundreds of thousands of people's families, and let millions of parents, wives and children not have to live in pain for the rest of their lives."

"But...... But what did Chang'an get. ”

Liu Shang was holding seven taels of meat, lifeless, but he didn't cry, he said these words with a smile.

When I was a child, my grandparents also sent away Anxi's soul in this way, and he sent away the last guard of the lonely city.

I vaguely remember that when I was seven or eight years old, Bai Pao often came to the thatched hut and asked loudly:

"Drop the book bag, am I brave on the battlefield?"

At that time, I was a little arrogant after reading a few books, and I never answered this question, and then I gradually forgot about it, and I didn't have a chance to say it again.

"Sun and Moon"

"Chang'an, you are brave and champion the three armies." Liu Shang smiled lightly.

"Give it to me."

I don't know when, the empress brought a Tang Dynasty flag, took seven taels of meat, and for a long time, she still refused to wrap the meat on the flag.

Her eyes were red, and she sobbed:

"I hurt you."

"The Central Plains will take back the Western Regions, and I apologize in the lonely city."

Saying that, he ruthlessly wrapped seven taels of meat into the flag and staggered away.

……

Three hours ago.

Two thousand miles of wasteland, yellow sand shrouded the heavens and the earth, a blood-colored figure jumped up and down carrying a flag, humming a brisk song from time to time.

In the distance, two old monsters followed, and the purple-haired old man stopped first, his face full of horror.

"It's weird." Fellow saints are as horrified.

In the battle of Gumotan, they dragged the madman for 700 miles, and the bones and flesh were all worn out, and only one person was left, and the gusts of wind could blow it away.

But the world-weary sword changed the situation again, the madman's body was visibly healed, his internal organs regrown, and his arms and shoulders slowly returned to their original state, but they kept dripping blood.

Until now, the madman has almost returned to his peak state.

Seeing this situation, to be honest, I really don't dare to intercept and kill, who lives and who dies is not certain.

Saint, the madman beheaded two and abolished one.

"Only the seniors on the top floor of the castle dare to kill if they say anything." The purple-haired old monster is worried, but the top-level seniors only pursue the opening of the heavens, and never ask about the world.

"What should I do?" The peer saint is confused.

You didn't kill when your life was hanging by a thread, and you dare to watch the madman return to his original state?

"Forge."

The purple-haired old monster said in a deep voice.

He had the means to deceive the Central Plains astrologers and create the illusion that the madman was dead.

It's not about putting the lid on it, it's about rebuilding your faith.

The situation in the Western Regions that opened on September 1 is now five-five, or even four-six, and there is a tendency to collapse without a fight.

To avoid the fear of the children of the empire, it is necessary to hang the head of the madman on the door to boost morale and find the Han slaves in the Central Plains.

As for the fake madman, Abyss faked two before sending troops, and was beheaded by the master of the academy at Yumen Pass, and killed another one himself.

……

Golden Terrace.

The barbarian emperor looked up at the sky, his whole body was like the smell of dead branches, exuding the smell of decay and malaise.

Karl sighed as he watched the light in his crown's eyes go from passionate to a little extinguished.

This battle is not the incompetence of the empire, nor is it the strength of the Central Plains, everything is because-

A madman looking for a home.

"Vicious, shameless, the ancestors of the Eastern Soil have eyes, and they must scold this group of scum......"

The barbarian emperor talked to himself, angry at the methods used by the Central Plains to deceive the madman, and saddened by the fall of the Western Regions for more than a thousand miles.

I am in the holy city of Xuancheng to defend the enemy outside the country, and I have become a laughing stock at this moment, right?

Right now.

Bang!

A skull smashed into the platform, embedded in the bluestone slab, revealing eyes of hatred and fear.

The barbarian emperor's blood boiled instantly, and he suddenly collapsed on the chair.

The appearance is exactly the same, but the eyes can't deceive people.

A madman never fears.

"Your Majesty, the old man slashes the beast!" The purple-haired old monster stood with his hands in his hands, and his attitude was resolute.

Karl was dumbfounded, and then his expression was so excited that he ran to his head like crazy.

"Gouge out a pair of eyeballs, I want to vent my anger!" Since they were all cheating, he also pretended to be hysterical and waved his arms wantonly.

This kind of deception is meaningless, but it can boost morale and prevent the army from being defeated.

Karl received the order, holding a dagger and brutally cutting out his eyeballs, pretending to be crazy and excited.

He was helpless.

Not to mention that the eyes are exposed, the hair alone is very clumsy, the madman's white hair is the most extreme white in the world, whiter than snow, and the hair of this fake madman is obviously dyed.

The empire that is dignified and heavenly has begun to deceive itself, how aggrieved!

！

"Order the Holy City, transfer another 300,000 elites, if you lose again, your majesty will go to the gallows."

The purple-haired old monster spat out ruthless words, and immediately strode away, rushing directly back to the abyss for help.

The Western Regions cannot be lost, once the Western Regions fall to the Central Plains, the empire will be completely turned upside down, and internal contradictions will explode!

……

PS: With so many words, I am definitely qualified to ask for a wave of monthly passes, ask for a monthly pass......