The battle of the siege of Beiliang is still continuing.

Beneath the walls, the crumbling, charred soil, the bloodstained cyan walls, and the smell of blood in the air was so thick that it almost made you vomit.

Song Lanyi looked around, during this period of time, his nerves were tense almost all night long, and the chin of his entire face was thinned down at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a sharp chin.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and the tip of her pen slowly dropped a line of words on the rice paper.

"On the ninth day, 73,027 wounded, more than 1,300 killed."

So far, the city has been able to supply food and grass, but the number of casualties has been innumerable.

Almost every day, you can see stretchers being carried in front of you.

And the reinforcements from King Qi did not come for a long time.

When another round of demons retreated, leaving only the devastated city wall, Song Lanyi picked up a demonic corpse on tiptoe.

She didn't need to observe carefully, or see the subtleties, just from the surface, she could clearly feel that the life essence in this demonic body had lost a lot.

To put it simply, it means that I haven't eaten enough and lost weight.

The demon barbarian already cultivates the physical body, and the requirements for blood food are extremely terrifying, let alone such an army.

When the ecological chain outside the city began to crumble and the prey disappeared without a trace, they barely managed to hold on for a few days, and then, as if they had gone mad, they took the corpses of the human race.

But that's just a drop in the bucket.

Able to survive until the ninth day...... Both sides are already poor in donkey skills.

Under the city wall, Mrs. Zhang's hair is scattered, but there is a sense of sonorous heroine.

She looked around and raised the red tassel spear in her hand, "Today's battle is the last battle of the Ten Days Siege. If you win, you will be on the road and soar; If you lose, you will fall into the Yellow Spring, win the name behind you, and win the gift of worship of the martyrs. ”

As she spoke, she looked at everyone, and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, the demon barbarians are just outside the city wall, they eat the flesh and blood of their compatriots, regard our people as cattle, sheep, chickens and porpoises, and jokingly call us two-legged sheep. However, at such a desperate end, are we really willing to be like lambs, wailing under the butcher's knife? ”

In the crowd, a woman holding a Wu hook suddenly made a loud noise, raised her head and laughed, "No matter how bad the ending is, it will only leave a scar the size of a bowl on her neck." Rather than live on my knees, I want to die standing up! Kill—"

Perhaps it was the woman's fearlessness and impassioned words that inspired everyone.

Under the city wall, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians threw their cups together, and the wolf-like evil breath soared into the sky:

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The three words "kill" shook the heavens and the earth and resounded in the sky.

Boom –

In the past nine days, the city gates that countless soldiers have blocked with their lives have slowly opened.

At this time, the sky is cloudy, and you can vaguely see the candles shining in the dark night.

Song Lanyi wiped the water stains on his mouth, put on the heavy armor on his back again, and walked all the way to the team.

The spring cold is steep, the early morning wind, with the unique dry and cold feeling of the north, the dust blows on the face, and there is a fishy and salty astringency.

It was the smell of blood.

The banner of the generals in front was raised high, "Shoot the arrows!" ”

The rain of arrows in the sky dragged the flame tail built by talent, forming a brilliant and dangerous fireworks.

The flow of people and the demons collided together, poems, pen and ink, fists and feet, and collided everywhere.

Song Lanyi saw a colorful tiger pounce on her, she used poetry as a sword, stirred up the wind and clouds, and pierced through the intestines with a sword, and actually forcibly split a tiger in the four-grade realm from top to bottom, directly splitting it into two halves.

The hot blood splashed on Song Lanyi's head, as if pouring her black hair into dark red.

At that moment, a badger-like creature suddenly flew from her side and pounced on a soldier.

At this critical moment, the long knife in the soldier's hand happened to be stuck in the shoulder blade of the demon beside him.

When he saw this scene, his heart couldn't help beating wildly, so nervous that he even forgot to swallow his saliva, and the tip of his throat was dry, but there was no regret or fear.

On the contrary, in a moment of stunned, he was angry and dantian, and he suppressed the momentum of Wuyue, wanting to imitate Song Lanyi and smash the demon barbarian.

He laughed out loud:

"The eldest husband is alive, why are you afraid of death? I hope that thousands of years later, I will still be a great man! ”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of broken flesh and blood instantly sounded.

The soldier did not feel the imaginary pain, and could not help but open his eyes in confusion, and then, blankly, stared at the scene in front of him.

Song Lanyi stood in the air, like an insurmountable mountain, standing in front of him.

Her five fingers became claws, as if they were made of gold and stone, and she actually tore the demon from the center.

The corpse of the demon barbarian, which was split in half, fell to the ground, splashing blood like raindrops, crackling in everyone's field of vision.

"It doesn't have to be thousands of years later, you are also a great martyr, and you should be engraved by the historian."

Song Lanyi turned around and said.

Her tone was not gentle, but rational and calm, as if stating an objective fact.

But it was precisely this that made the soldier feel the urge to burst into tears.

In the rain of blood, he wiped his red eyes.

Sweat, tears, and blood are all mixed together, and I can't tell what it tastes like.

Heavy rain fell from the sky.

In the continuous rain, he roared, "There is always a strong wind rising from the ground, and there is no regret in this life!" Great man, bright sword! ”

As soon as the words came out, the morale that was originally slightly depressed was raised again.

Flying sand and rocks, the sky is crying and the wind is howling, and countless heroes and women draw their swords angrily.

The wolf smoke that originally formed a beacon fire, at this moment, all condensed into a big sword, and slashed downward.

Song Lanyi listened to the bright sword echoing in his ears and slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, she seemed to understand what a big dry was.

This is a dynasty as real as the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and it cannot be explained by a mere overhead.

It also has an extremely rich historical heritage, and it also has the spirit of blood and fire.

This spirit ...... It is the wind, it is the sword, it is the indomitable trend of knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and leaning towards the tiger mountains.

The blood stains on Song Lanyi's face almost covered her facial features.

But it is precisely because of this that her state of mind seems to have been perfectly sublimated in this blood and fire.

The corners of her mouth hooked a trace of arc, and the whole person seemed quiet and peaceful.

At that moment, the space around her remained absolutely silent.

She said, "Wind, come." ”

Sealed, the same as "wind".

The reincarnation seal formula can be a person, a heart, or a world of things.

And in the same way, her fingertips can be a medium for spellcasting, and so can all things, the wind...... You can also.

When her voice fell, she only felt that the talent in her body was quickly drained, and she began to absorb the essence in her body.

Her black hair, which was like a waterfall, turned into a black and white hair color.

There is a mixture of freshness of a girl and the vicissitudes of a person in the twilight.

However, she has no regrets.

It's like that sentence.

There is always a strong wind rising from the ground, and there is no regret in this life.