Han Li is not good at the spell of subduing demons and subduing demons, he just before the army set out, De Gan Fei taught a few hands of spiritual power operation method, just like internal strength pranayama, Han Li every night according to the words of the method, the rest of the month, already feel that the spirit of the spirit is better than before, and the sense of demons and ghosts is also more and more keen, just like this sudden faint cold breath, Han Li can almost immediately conclude that this is not the breath of the world.

Han Li pedaled a few steps on the steps of the car, and jumped down when he was halfway there, his feet had just touched the ground, and his vigilant gaze had already swept around, accompanied by the sound of the wind, there were even a few imperceptible rays of lightning and lightning. This is Han Li's control of spiritual power has not yet reached the realm of sending and receiving freely, and under one luck, the power of the Thunder Eagle finally overflowed. Fortunately, the light of thunder and lightning was fleeting, but it did not make the other swordsmen of the Gongfu see anything unusual.

"What's wrong?Falcon?" Mo Yumei, who jumped down after her, was a little surprised by Han Li's sudden vigilance, but she couldn't help but press her hand on the hilt of the sword.

The cold aura was gone, and Han Li investigated it with his heart, but there was no trace to be found, so he couldn't help but be secretly strange. Could it be that the killing was so heavy today that there were too many people who died, so that the yin soul was in chaos, so this breath was born? Han Li knew that the Xuan Gong had not yet been perfected, and there were still many ways to pass through the Demon Dao, so since there was no accident, he had no choice but to give up. So he shook his head with a light smile and replied to Mo Yumei: "It's nothing, it's just a trance." ”

Seeing the big Sima striding meteor, surrounded by his staff and generals, he walked proudly towards the crowded Luoyang City, Han Li was in charge of the guard, and no longer delayed, signaled to several other swordsmen of the public mansion, and quickly followed the queue of the big Sima.

A brown-headed and white-necked steed falcon screamed, and its sturdy figure drew a wonderful arc, which swept straight to Han Li's shoulder from mid-air, Han Li stroked the falcon feather, and his right hand intentionally or unintentionally wiped on the pearl necklace between his neck.

The deafening cheers continued, the battlefield was not finished, the corpses were mixed, the city was full of excited Jin soldiers, Wu Zi raised the blades in his hands and shouted loudly, hundreds of Yan soldiers with torn clothes and armor and bloody faces hung their heads and hands, and under the escort of the Jin army, they came out of the city gate.

"Take the enemy's head!" Amid the cheers, a general in armor greeted him with a happy face and bowed to Da Sima.

Da Sima recognized that the general Zuo was the champion general Chen You, and this attack on Luoyang was the one who succeeded Huan Chong as the former army commander. Looking at Chen You's side again, a very tall young man was bound, the young man only had a mustache on his upper lip, and wore rings under his ears, although his face was full of dirt, but he couldn't hide that arrogant color, and the originally precious fur and mink on his body were also broken in many places at this time, and there were blood stains, obviously after a fierce fight. But what really attracted the attention of Da Sima was a man standing like a mountain behind this young man, the man was wearing the armor of the Jin army general, without a helmet, his face was black, covered by dust, and he couldn't see his age, a pair of tiger eyes seemed to be carefully converging his majesty, but it was such a low-eyebrow and obedient situation, but it still made people feel that this person was extraordinarily powerful.

"Is he the leader of the enemy?" Da Sima pointed with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Murong Zhong, King of Jibei of the Great Yan Kingdom!" The bound young man spoke first, his eyes blazing, as if he was very unconvinced by the defeat and capture, and then asked Da Sima: "You are Huan Wen?"

"Presumptuous! How can Da Sima's name be called a defeated prisoner?" Fu Tao, who joined the army behind Da Sima, immediately shouted and reprimanded.

Murong Zhong's face showed contempt and sneered, but Da Sima shook his hand at Fu Tao: "The name and surname are for people to shout, otherwise what's the use of choosing a name?" He smiled at Murong Zhong and said, "Yes, I am Huan Wen." ”

"Ha Luha! Under the fame, it is actually difficult to deserve!" Murong Zhong laughed exaggeratedly, and said viciously.

"I want to hear about it. Da Sima stopped the actions of the staff members on the side who wanted to reprimand him, his face did not change in the slightest, and he still looked at Murong Zhong calmly and indifferently.

Murong Zhong looked at Da Sima's gaze, and vaguely felt that the other party's calmness and calmness had greatly weakened his momentum, and he immediately turned his heart sideways: "Everyone in the world says that you Huan Wen is like a god with soldiers, and the world is invincible, but I think it is nothing more than that! Look at your army, not to mention 100,000? My army of the Great Yan Kingdom guarding Luoyang is only 3,000, and with 3,000 against 100,000, it is still blocking you for many hours, and it is really weak Jin people, if I have 10,000 elite cavalry in my hands, I can ensure that your 100,000 army will not advance an inch!"

When he said this, the eyes of all the staff generals could almost erupt with fire, and the young and vigorous Huan Chong even let out a sigh and pulled out the sword at his waist, but was stopped by his brother Huan Huo beside him. It is really a Donghu barbarian, he is already a prisoner, and he is still so fierce and vicious, but what Murong Zhong said is true, this attack on Luoyang is really a gathering of the most elite 80,000 people under the command of Da Sima, but in Luoyang City, where only 3,000 people are stationed against the enemy, the Jin army still paid the price of nearly 10,000 casualties, and fought hard for a day before it won and broke the city.

Han Li coldly stared at Murong Zhong who was full of domineering expression, he was a police officer, so he naturally would not speak easily, and suddenly his heart moved, his eyes crossed Murong Zhong, and looked directly at the tiger-eyed strong man behind him, he could feel that an extremely majestic and arrogant momentum emanated from the tiger-eyed strong man's body.

Da Sima didn't realize it, even Murong Zhong's aggressive words didn't make his complexion change in any way, but he said lightly: "Hu is evil, Huaxia is sad, Jin people are ambitious, old and young." Even if you go to the soup and fight the sword, you will not change your will, and your will will will not waver, how can you talk about weakness? You are now a prisoner under the ranks, how can you talk about strong soldiers and bravery?

Murong Zhong Ha Lu Ha Da Lu smiled: "You southern locks, you only pay lip service! You wait, Lord Dazai of the Great Yan Kingdom will immediately come to reinforcements, so that you locks ......will die one by one."

The tiger-eyed strong man suddenly stretched out his hand, and his right arm grabbed Murong Zhong's neck like an iron hoop, Murong Zhong's wild words stopped abruptly, and his body couldn't stop churning, but he couldn't struggle.

"Dazai, Murong Ke, right?" Huan Da Sima smiled slightly: "I've heard his name for a long time, and I'm about to meet him for a while." With a smile, he looked at Murong Zhong, who was gradually white-eyed: "But you can't see it." ”

Just about to give the order, Xi Chao, who joined the army, hurriedly stepped forward and whispered: "Duke Huan, this son is the royal family of Donghu, it is better to get it or stay as a hostage, it seems that there is no need to rush to kill him." ”

"Donghu is ferocious, evil as a tiger and wolf, my Great Jin Heavenly Master is inseparable from it, what quality is left? Kill it to establish authority, and you can also pay tribute to the soldiers who have fallen in the siege of the city today and the people of Shenzhou who have been brutally poisoned in the past hundred years. Da Sima's tone suddenly raised: "Hu thief Murong Zhong, show the head to the public! Capture Hu pawn, not a single one will be left! Comfort my souls in the sky who have died in the sky!"

"Roar!" There was another huge cheer from the city and the city, and in an instant, the heads of hundreds of captured Yan soldiers fell in the blood splatter, and then they were lifted high with their hair locks, and the cheers became even louder.

As soon as the tiger-eyed man let go of his arm, Murong Zhong coughed violently, and two soldiers had already grabbed him from left to right, dragging him aside, Murong Zhong coughed and scolded angrily, but now he couldn't hear what he was scolding, and it could be seen from the short syllables that most of them were Xianbei local dialect. After a while, the sword appeared, the scolding stopped, and the soldier came to ask Da Sima to inspect it with his head, and Da Sima raised his hand: "Hang at the head of the city, and give the order for three days." ”

All this, a group of swordsmen of the public mansion seemed to be very indifferent, following Da Sima to fight for a long time, they had long been accustomed to seeing this bloody scene, but they did not have any throbbing against Da Sima's slightly cruel act of killing prisoners, Hu people killed Han people, and the tragic situation was only afraid that it would be a hundred times more cruel, what is it to kill these prisoners of war? Besides, they all fell on their heads with a knife, and they did not let them suffer piecemeal, which was already extraordinarily gracious.

Chen You was still saying: "My lord beheaded this enemy, it's really happy. This enemy leader was so fierce that when he was the only one left, he killed many of our comrades, but fortunately, my subordinate stepped forward bravely, and captured him alive in three moves. As he spoke, Chen You pointed to the tiger-eyed man who couldn't see his face.

Da Sima looked at the tiger-eyed man with great interest: "The Donghu people's scimitar technique really has a unique secret, this Murong Zhong is from the royal family, and the knife technique is naturally even more extraordinary, but you defeated the enemy and captured him within three moves, which is more clever than just killing him." What's your name?"

"Junior General Shen Jin......" The tiger-eyed man regained his low-brow and obedient expression, and bowed to the big Sima very respectfully.

"Let's take a test of him in my spare time. Da Sima turned his head to Han Li and said, Han Li understood that this was Da Sima's love for talent, if this Shen Jin's martial arts were really the best choice, he would be included in the ranks of the swordsmen of the Gongfu, which was a very caring promotion, Han Li immediately nodded and took the order: "No." ”

Shen Jin was stunned, and before he could speak, the staff generals on the left and right had already laughed: "Duke Huan, Ke is back to the old capital, why don't you enter the city soon?" It's been a long delay. "Huan Da Sima will come to his senses, so the capital has fallen for decades, and today is the first time that the important ministers of the Jin family have set foot here, which is of great significance, but it is worth exaggerating.

There was no need for him to signal, the obedient staff had already begun to build momentum, the drums in the army sounded, and with the majestic shouts of the sergeants, Da Sima dressed in military uniform, and stepped into the gate of Luoyang City majestically.

The heads of hundreds of Yan soldiers were already hanging on the city wall, and above the city gate was Murong Zhong's head, his gloomy eyes were not blinded, and he was stunned and projected towards the city, as if with infinite grievances, watching the mighty Jin army column pass by.

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The sky finally completely darkened, and the head of Luoyang City, which had changed hands, was already full of majestic guards of the Jin State soldiers, and the buzzing noise came from afar, this was the whole city banquet held by Da Sima to celebrate his return to the old capital, and the entire Luoyang City was brightly lit.

The celebration ceremony is still going on, the sweep of the battlefield here is also in progress, the smoke of gunpowder and the smell of blood after the tragic battle have not dissipated, the veterans who are responsible for cleaning up the corpses and gathering weapons have long been accustomed to this bleak and even somewhat terrifying atmosphere, the complete corpses have been piled directly on the wooden cart, the real trouble is the scattered corpses that are scattered in the east and west, the spell is incomplete, and it is not who it is, so they can only be carefully picked up and accumulated in one place. Some veterans muttered in their mouths, picked up a puddle of meat paste that was difficult to distinguish shapes, put it together, and put it on the car.

When fighting, they are all red-eyed, and they just need to kill with knives and guns. However, at this moment, the night sky is like ink, a silence, standing in the midst of this mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, even if it is a complete victory, it will not be happy anyway. They are all ordinary civilian children, even if they are different from Hu and Han, the suffering of burying bones in a foreign land is always the same, the veterans carefully inspected again, except for the blood that has dried up, there are no corpses left on the battlefield, so they ignited the light of the torches, pushed dozens of cars of corpses to the small hill not far away, and dug a pit to bury them.

The difference is that in front of the grave where the bones of the Jin army were buried, the veterans erected a stone tablet as a sign to dig it out and bring it back to their homeland for burial when Wang Shi returned to the dynasty;

"If this is the case for you, what about me?" and drink all of your majesty!" An old soldier with half a hundred hairs sang in a vigorous and sad voice, and hundreds of veterans bowed a few times in front of the stone monument and sprinkled a few jars of sake. This is the lyrics commonly used by the Jin army to mourn the fallen comrades, and it is also the simplest memorial ceremony. It wasn't until the veterans pushed the creaking wooden carts away that the singing seemed to still echo over the two graves.

The night sky was hazy and starless, and after the veterans left, the torches that had been held in their hands also disappeared with them, and the two graves were also in the darkness where they could not reach their fingers. I don't know how long it took, suddenly there was a wisp of sound sounding, like a mixture of the night wind blowing through the mountains, forests and fields, only after listening carefully, I found that this voice was also a song:

Agansi, my heart is sad, Agan wants to return but can't return. Why is it too bitter for me? Ah Gan's body is bitter cold, and I am a big thorn to live in Bailan. I see the sunset and don't see Ah Gan, sigh! How many Ah Gan can there be in life!

In the midst of the song, a faint blue light appeared in front of the tomb, and a slender figure sat cross-legged in front of the tomb without a stone monument, singing and worshipping the tomb. This is the "Song of Agan" that circulated in the Xianbei royal family, Agan is the meaning of the elder brother in the Xianbei language, which was originally the memorial song of Murong Diao, the ancestor of the Murong family, to his brother Murong Tuguhun, and for decades, it has gradually become the mourning song of the Murong tribe.

(Note: The past of Murong Diao and Murong Tuguhun is an old drama of brothers' walls, historical allusions, and the master knows it, so there is no need for the author to repeat it, so it is not table.) ）

The slender figure gradually stopped singing, and suddenly sighed leisurely, the blue light was clearly reflected, this was a handsome young man with blue-gray skin, long hair scattered, and no beard under his chin, and a delicate armor exuding a faint blue light.