The people in the streets, the people who stood in front of the Lord, the people who fell in pools of blood, all the people who made up the new walls, knew very well that their deaths would not necessarily change anything.

But they did it anyway, because a thousand years ago, Master and their ancestors founded the Tang Kingdom on the banks of the Wei River, owned the academy, and since that day they have at least changed themselves.

Ning Que said such a sentence to the Guan Master before, knowing that he can't keep it, he still has to keep it, this is his knowledge of keeping, and the Tang people who are dying at this time seem to be proving his words.

However, looking at the long street stained red by blood, looking at the people who kept falling, Ning Que's heart began to tremble, and the remaining frost on his eyelashes made a small cracking sound.

There was a clear whistle in the distance, he knew that Senior Brother had finally arrived and made a move-this was not the time that the academy was looking for, the timing of the academy was on Ning Que's body, but in the face of the bloody long street, Senior Brother couldn't wait for silence any longer, just like he was about to hold back at this time.

It has been more than 20 years since he came to this world, he still firmly believes that he is a **-type Tang man, he has met too much darkness, he has always believed in the cold-blooded law of survival, as long as he can live, he can pay whatever the price, his heart is as cold as the body frozen by the silence of the Lord before.

Most of the ice and snow were peeling off, and Ning Que's body was still cold, but at this time, he felt that his body was gradually becoming hot, and the blood in his veins began to steam, and he experienced a feeling that he had not felt for a long time.

That feeling is called hot blood.

He doesn't like words like tragedy, and he taboos the feeling of hot blood, but how can the blood flowing from the wound not emit a hot mist when he sees countless people dying in front of the Lord?

It's just that the blood represents hope and desire, Ning Que longs to live, hopes to defeat the viewer, and faces the ending of this story where no hope can be found. What's the use of hot blood?

From time to time, someone ran past him and rushed towards the Kanju not far away, and he picked up the Pu knife that had fallen earlier from the snow, and struggled to support his body.

The blade of the Pak knife pierced through the snow and pierced into the hard bluestone street.

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The elder brother was defeated again, and blood gushed out from the hole in his padded jacket.

He stood on the southern side of Suzaku Avenue, coughing incessantly, painful and lonely.

Yu Curtain didn't know where to go.

The Lord continues to walk forward. Killed a lot of people. Shook a lot of people, crossed a lot of people, ignored a lot of people, walked on foot, and there was blood all behind them.

Suzaku Avenue was full of dead and wounded people.

The Guan Lord walked not far in front of Ning Que.

At this time, between the two, only the last hundreds of old and weak women and children remained.

Slender people have lived in Chang'an City all their lives. has changed from the most ordinary little Taoist to the current Taoist, but he is still only living in that small Taoist temple. He had never seen the red-clothed priest of the Xiling Temple, and a few years ago, the great priest of the Heavenly Oracle sent an envoy to Chang'an City. He knelt down all night and did not have the opportunity to listen to the teachings of the throne.

At this moment, he finally saw the true supreme one of the Haotian Dao Sect, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to kneel in front of the Taoist in Tsing Yi and kiss the instep of the other person's foot reverently.

He suddenly shouted, took the incense burner from the little Taoist priest's hand, and smashed it at the viewer.

The incense burner is used by the small Taoist temple to worship Haotian, and it is a real material. Bronze casting, very heavy, thin people are in a heavy mood, and very thin, where can they throw far.

I only heard a muffled sound, and the incense burner smashed on the feet of the thin Taoist, and blood suddenly appeared on the feet.

Old Taijun Chu took the saber from the hands of the third daughter-in-law and stopped in front of the master.

The old lady walked from the back to the front of the crowd on crutches.

The viewer's expression was calm, and his eyes were extremely indifferent.

It was as if hundreds of millions of stars had disappeared in his eyes, and then there was nothing but silence.

It's heart-palpitating, it's awe-inspiring.

Under the gaze of this empty gaze, everything will be over.

The dying Tang people, the unyielding Chang'an, the great Tang Kingdom, the thousand-year-old academy, all the glory and blood, the heroic or the sinful, the bright or the dark time, will end here.

The long street is bleak.

Ning Que looked at the ordinary face and eyes of the viewer, and suddenly remembered the amazing people he had met or felt in his life.

Whether it is the Master, the Junior Uncle, or the Lotus Sheng, they are all people who are truly enlightened, liberated themselves, and then understand what they really want, so they are unimaginably powerful.

The Lord is also such a person.

Today, it is a matter of course that the academy is defeated at the hands of the master, and the academy believes in taking it for granted, so it should be as calm and calm as those who died on the long street.

But he couldn't do that.

Because of him, he was not reconciled.

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Xiangwan Yuan is an excellent pasture for water and grass, in the north of the Tang Dynasty.

Today, this pasture has long since become the most tragic battlefield.

The cavalry of the Golden Horde and the elite cavalry of the Zhenbei Army fought here for three days and three nights in order to compete for a key riding path on the edge of the pasture.

The Golden Horde, which had the superior number of cavalry, finally suppressed the Tang army among several hills north of the cavalry after paying a heavy price, and was launching a final offensive.

The striking, terrifying sound of the horses, the crushing of the scimitar against the straight knife made an ear-chilling sound, and the neighing and war drums were relatively muffled, for both sides were extremely tired.

The cavalry battle has turned into an infantry battle, and the last nearly 1,000 Tang troops, with their last strength and lives, resisted the attack of the Golden Horde cavalry, but they were about to be unable to support it.

A Tang officer with more than a dozen subordinates was surrounded by the Golden Horde.

This officer was a little short, not as strong and powerful as the average Don army, but at such a critical moment, he burst out with unimaginable combat effectiveness and cut down three enemies in a row.

Several scimitars burst through the air.

The short officer raised his sword, and was pressed to his knees on one knee, supported by the coolies.

He heard cries of pain from all around the hills, and over the hair fluttering in front of him, he saw many of his companions fall in battle, and watched as the barbarians cruelly mended their knives on the bodies of their companions.

Is it really untenable?

Thinking like this, is it really impossible to support the main cavalry to come back?

There was no despair in his pale and delicate cheeks.

He couldn't imagine that he should despair.

Because of him, he was not reconciled.

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A team runs wild in the fields of eastern Xinjiang.

They were the cavalry of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion, and they left Chang'an City and went to fight in the eastern frontier.

At this time, they had to rush back to Chang'an City in a hurry.

The cavalry and mounts were already exhausted, but no one asked for rest.

Because they finally confirmed the whereabouts of Prince Longqing and the two thousand grassland spirit horses.

Longqing is heading towards Chang'an City.

This means that the Tang coalition army is sure that Chang'an City can be breached.

The face of the little tree was thin like a hard stone that had been cut, dark and haggard.

A cold wind blew in his face.

It was many days late for him and his cavalry to chase after him, and he should not be able to catch up.

Even if you catch up, what can you do?

But he still asked his subordinates to continue to run towards Chang'an City.

Because of him, he was not reconciled.

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(These two chapters don't have a lot of words.,But there's really no way.,It's been recently.,Oops, yes, I'm trying my best to write.,Tomorrow Saturday is off.,Sunday a change.,And then Monday begins to resume fù double change.,Yes,Swear by my father's personality.,I can't do anything else.,But everyone should be able to recognize the seriousness of the work.,So please rest assured in this regard.,It's definitely written well.。 (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )