Zhenghe 28 years, March 20, afternoon.

The city of Gimhae has been burned to the ground by the flames of war.

The ground beneath the city was devastated, and half-solidified lava was everywhere.

Three towers collapsed.

The exterior walls are littered with large crumbling stone bricks, revealing the inner foundations of rammed earth.

The flag fell, and the command was out of order.

The battle lines are staggered.

Even Hong Cheng carried a battle axe and went to the front line in person.

Hong Fu held a snake man against the corner of the wall and stabbed the dagger into its eyes based on his weight.

After a few breaths, he didn't stand up until his opponent's body was completely relaxed.

The three-person team has long since been separated.

A long time ago, he felt that he had exhausted his physical strength, and every time he wielded his weapon, he was consuming his soul.

The sound of a storm came from the north.

Hong Fu glanced over and saw the fire meteor piercing the ground.

The soil layer is fractured, and the rock slab is oblique.

Hong Jian swung his fist and slammed it into Red Scale's chest.

The fire was full of vigor and melted the earth and stones.

Red Scales no longer felt the pain.

Most of the scales on the body fell off, and the superficial muscles were scorched and carbonized, and they were torn and repaired by themselves.

But its absolute power is always above its opponents.

"Humans, fire, can't burn blood!"

Red Scale roared in a low voice, put his hands on Hong Jian's arms, and reflexively pressed him down.

The snake's tail rolled up, wrapped around Hong Jian's left leg, slowly tightened, and crushed the sound of broken bones.

Then the right leg.

Just when Red Scale thought that he was about to win the game, Hong Jian opened his mouth and let out a roar.

The invisible fire washed away, burning the face of the snake man in an instant, causing fire to burst out of its five orifices.

Blindness, deafness, dizziness.

Red Scale only felt that his brain was about to be burned dry, and he was thirsty for blood like never before.

So it leaned over and opened its mouth, bit Hong Jian's shoulder, and sucked wildly.

The snake man gained nothing.

"Fool, my blood has long since burned dry!"

Hong Jian laughed loudly.

The lava was half of the two of them.

Red Scales straightened up his upper body, and then reached out and stabbed into Hong Jian's chest and abdomen.

The ribcage was empty, and there was still no flesh.

In the fierce battle, Hong Jian's organs have been burned by the raging fire, only his heart is still beating.

Or rather, it's the fire that's jumping.

The ambient temperature accumulates, and the red scales are difficult to bear.

It wanted to break away, but was held by Hong Jian's forearm.

At this moment, the latter erupted with all the Flame Stream True Elements, melting a golden lake with a radius of more than ten meters with itself as the center.

The entangled duo sank into the lava.

After a few breaths, the battle finally came to an end.

Hong Jian struggled to straighten up at the edge of the lake of fire, and raised the red-scaled head high with one hand.

A roar of fire rose into the sky, attracting the attention of half of the city.

The array of snake men finally faltered.

They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of losing.

Because his blood was wasted, he could not return to God.

The Red Scales of the Six Sacrifices were defeated, but the enemy chieftain was still standing, and this battle was doomed to be invincible.

Since the shattered teeth, countless snake people turned around and fled northward, fleeing in the direction of the desert.

Behind them, many red-eyed soldiers staggered down the city, desperately trying to swallow the Ghost Ming King, and they had to leave a few more lives.

The die is cast.

The heat dissipated a little beside the lava lake, leaving the ground clear.

Glass is the relic of sand and the crystallization of fire.

The sky shines through it, revealing blue-green at the edges and blue-yellow in the center.

Hong Fan, who had already reflexively killed the city wall, was the first to arrive and helped Hong Jian, who had collapsed beside the remnant rock, to pick him up.

His spine was crooked, his belly was open, and his left leg was broken laterally.

Its upper body was covered in burns, and there were few patches of skin in sight.

Under the sternum, the rest of the five organs could not be found, only a red heart was lonely, still beating slowly.

"Jiajun ......"

Hong Fan called softly, tore off his half-rotten iron armor, and took off his cloth robe to put it on for Hong Jian.

"You're here."

Hong Jian grabbed the second son's arm with his backhand.

His palms were hot.

"Do you have any injuries?"

Hong Jian asked softly, his eyes unfocused.

"It's just an overdraft, and there are a few minor injuries, which don't get in the way."

Hong Fan replied, only then did he notice that he was already blind.

"That's good."

Hong Jian said.

"After this battle, you should have gains."

After a brief silence, he spoke abruptly.

"I said I would give you an explanation, but I was going to break my promise."

Hong Fan felt his forearm tighten.

"Give up Yanliugong."

Hong Jian said.

"You go to Xijing, go to the Zhangwu Academy, and go to the Tiqi."

"The Zhangwu Academy has the world's exercises, and it can send you outside the gate of heaven."

This is one of the options in Hong Beom's plan.

"It's dangerous to exchange martial arts for rewards."

Hong Jian kept talking.

"But I'm reassured of you."

"If the merit is insufficient, Yanliugong can also be used as a bargaining chip."

He added.

Hong Fan was stunned for a moment.

Hong Jian didn't care about his reaction, he just continued to speak in a hurry.

"Ever since I was a kid, I've never been blinded."

"To get to this day, it is one step at a time, and there has never been a moment."

"You have to do the same."

"Don't learn from Li Heming, just look at the shadow and pity himself on the spot, thinking that heaven and earth don't give him enough."

"Husband, what you want, you can only be happy if you take it with your own hands!"

After he said these words in a hurry, his breath was choked, but his face was full of light.

"I see."

Hong Fan replied softly, holding Hong Jian's hand that was gradually getting colder.

For a year, only at this moment, he felt that he saw the other party's character wrapped in the responsibility of the patriarch.

It belongs to the character of a warrior.

At this time, everyone in the Hong family also gradually arrived.

Before anyone arrived, the shouts of the king, the eldest lord, and so on came first.

Both let go of their hands.

Hong Fan took a few steps back.

Hong Jian groped to prop himself up, picked up a remnant stone and stabbed it into his lower back, stuck in the broken spine.

As soon as his hand exerted force, his originally crooked body straightened up as usual.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?"

It was Hong Wu who was questioned.

His face was like gold paper, and his belly was wrapped in crimson gauze, but he was seriously wounded and went to the battlefield again.

Hong Jian shook his head and asked softly.

"How's the battle going?"

At this time, the sun is setting in the west, and the sandbar is bleak.

Hong Fan watched Hong Jian return to his usual flat expression, as if looking at a piece of stubborn ice and returning to the winter that he had held on to all his life.

Hong Wu was stunned when he heard this.

The remnants of the snake people are fleeing to the north in panic, which is a matter of sight.

"The snake man has retreated!"

His heart welled up with sorrow, but he replied with joy.

"Big brother, after you beheaded the enemy general, the snake man retreated!"

"That's good."

Hong Jian replied.

"The full copy of Yanliugong after my annotation is placed behind the plaque of the ancestral hall."

He amplifed up the volume slightly.

"In the future, the big and small affairs in the clan will be controlled by the second master."

"In the future, if Ah Sheng has further progress, he can succeed the patriarch."

Everyone said yes, even if they heard that the patriarch was explaining the aftermath, they only dared to cry silently.

"In addition, I started with the Hand Shaoyin Heart Sutra a month ago, and tempered my heart with innate fire strength."

Hong Jian slowed his breath before he could speak again.

"At that time, I felt that it was wrong, so I thought it was a dead end."

"Try it today, and if that's the case, it may be a ring for you."

He said and smiled.

"Also, my heart has been tempered, and I don't have to be buried with this remnant."

"If you can find the Sword Forging Grandmaster, you can fight two good weapons."

Speaking of this, Hong Jian's eyelids drooped, and his posture was obviously relaxed.

It's like a scarred old bow that has finally been wound.

Everyone in the Hong family still insisted on saluting, waiting for the next order from the head of the family.

But all they waited for was silence.

The long wind swept and inadvertently took the last breath of the deceased.

"Jiajun is gone."

Hong Fan took a half step forward to listen, turned around and said to everyone.

There was not a single weak cry.

Only the warriors knelt down on one knee, and the iron sound of armor rubbing against each other.

Hong Beom did not kneel.

He stood in a trance, his blood-soaked clothes and pants blown by the wind, and he was as cold as bones.

Up and down his body, only the arm that Hong Jian had held, and there was still a little residual heat.

A moment later, Hong Fan laughed silently.

He took a few steps forward and hugged Hong Jian's half-burned, half-dried body, which didn't have much weight left.

"I know ...... now"

Hong Fan said softly.

"The Elder clan has to be passed on to the Badlands of the Frontier......"

"But words and deeds teach four words."

He strode through the crowd toward the city gates.

His gaze swept over a reddened rampart and corpse-strewn land.

Finally, the three large characters of the official book that fell on the plaque of the city gate cave.

【Gimhae Castle. 】

Hong Fan finally couldn't help but feel a surging in his heart.

In an instant, many images flashed through my mind.

Pedestrians passing at the gate of Jinhai City, vendors shouting on Chisha Avenue, and laughing drinkers in Du Kang Curie.

And his second father, who had just died and never met.

Thinking about this, Hong Fan's eyes were blurred, and he couldn't help laughing sadly.

The laughter was long and stopped.

Then there was a long groan.

"The remnants of the wall are dyed with new colors,

The broken halberd is a knife to cut a group of snakes;

The barren sand is like gold, and the blood is like iron,

Attract heroes to the mountains and rivers! ”

The long wind stopped, and Amano was solemn.

This sound slowly drifted away, and there were thousands of voices to harmonize.

Above and below the city, countless people of the Golden Sea—officials, warriors, soldiers, and common people—were standing, slumped, leaning on their swords, or leaning on the walls, and they all roared with all their might.

The cry was agitated, like crying and howling, and it was magnificent.

On the city wall, Hong Fu, whose face was covered with blood, also roared until his chest tightened and he was dizzy.

In a whirlwind, he collapsed to the ground, only to feel that there were a mixture of sand, blood, and iron everywhere, and he couldn't tell which side was inside the city and which side was outside.

"The battle is won, and I am still alive......"

Hong Fu looked up to the sky and muttered, repeating it over and over again, and his voice couldn't stop trembling.

For the first time in his life, he tasted victory.

It's both bitter and luscious.

PS: The first volume of this book is a two-plate vinegar-wrapped dumpling.

The first disc is Li Heming's death.

The second disc is Hong Jian's death.

Without the two of them, Jin Haicheng would have nothing to say.

Happy May Day, everyone.

(End of chapter)