The air around him was a little tense because of the murderous aura emanating from the forbidden soldiers. And the palace slaves who caressed their palms had also quickly retreated to the forbidden army.

Watching those forbidden soldiers surround the mourning hall and face each other with their own guards, Changqin probably understood Xiao Dezi's previous hints, and probably knew why his father wanted him to use Xiao Shizhu's ability.

His angry gaze swept over these forbidden soldiers who knew that he was the crown prince, but were still ungrateful, and pointed their guns at him, and sneered, but his heart was full of remorse.

After a while, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh, and shouted hard at the roof of the mourning hall: "Father, open your eyes and look at these ghosts who have done their best to you and me in the past, and what kind of virtues they are now!"

His shout brought echoes, not only startled the birds on the banyan trees around them to soar in astonishment, but also made several forbidden soldiers feel a touch of remorse. They looked at each other, but after seeing the guilt in each other's eyes, the hand holding the spear trembled involuntarily.

"Alright, my eldest prince, don't complain. Wu Hui's personal palace slave snorted coldly and sneered: "Anyway, you won't have a chance soon." ”。

"This prince regrets that he shouldn't have been at the beginning, he was stubborn and self-serving, and he didn't listen to your father's last words. Changqin shouted angrily, looked around at the forbidden soldiers surrounding the mourning hall with resentful eyes, and finally landed this gaze on the face of Wu Hui's palace slave, staring at the villain's triumphant expression on the other side, word by word, and said sonorously: "Don't you just want the Xuanhuo Order?"

"Really?" said Wu Hui's palace slave, turned around and walked to the stone pavilion lamp beside him, and stretched out his hand to twist the lamp-top treasure gourd: "Anyway, you have to die, we can kill chickens and take eggs;

With the rotation of the stone gourd in his hand, there were several sounds of sliding stone slabs on the walls and roofs of the mourning hall, and then many bows and crossbows stretched out from the walls and roofs, and the hidden compartments of the opened mechanisms, all pointing to the long piano standing in the middle of the room.

"Prince be careful!" said that it was too late and that was fast, just a second before these bow and crossbow mechanisms were activated, Xiao Dezi had already thrown Changqin to the ground, and with his own flesh and blood, he pressed Changqin strictly under him.

In the mourning hall, there was a "whoosh" sound, and the black shadow of the road shot through the air, and the guards saw that the prince was unharmed, so they killed the forbidden soldiers who rushed up outside the house.

And Xiao Dezi, who was protecting Changqin, was hit by more than a dozen arrows in an instant, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, nor did he wail, just stared at Wu Hui's palace slave who was protected by the forbidden army not far ahead with an angry gaze.

As soon as the mechanism stopped, Xiao Dezi, who was already dying, slowly turned over and moved away from Changqin.

He lay sideways on the ground with a lot of arrows inserted around him, looked at the long qin, and said weakly with blood foaming in his mouth: "Run...... Prince, run!".

After Changqin set out on this expedition, he was also accustomed to seeing life and death, and should have been indifferent to this kind of life and death parting, but at this moment, looking at Xiao Dezi, who sacrificed his life for righteousness, was covered with blood on his face and a mouthful of blood foam, he was still speechless in shock, just stared at his eyes and muttered: "Little Dezi, Xiao Dezi, it's okay, it's okay." As he spoke, he used his sleeve to wipe the blood stains that kept coming out of the corners of his mouth.

"Run!" Xiao Dezi widened his bloodshot eyes, and after roaring with all his strength, he tilted his head and lost his breath.

The tears that swirled in Changqin's eyes for a long time finally couldn't hold back anymore at this time, and couldn't help but flow out, slowly sliding down his cheeks, and finally collecting to his jaw, forming a crystal clear teardrop the size of a bean.

After a pause, the teardrop fell down and landed on the blood-colored dust that Xiao Dezi's body turned into, making a "pop" sound.

In the shouting of killing, Changqin stared at the pile of dust and wept silently, already a little confused, and his face was full of confusion and despair.

"Prince, run!" A guard took the opportunity to return to the mourning hall, looked at the long qin that was still kneeling on the ground in a daze, and grabbed the other party's arm, pulled it up, and shouted loudly: "Leave Qingshan without worrying about no firewood, you can't let Xiao Dezi's father-in-law sacrifice in vain." ”。

"Brothers, fight bravely to kill the thief!" he strode away outside the mourning hall with the long qin, and shouted impassionedly to the guards who were fighting: "Even if we will be crushed to pieces and scattered today, we must die a worthy death and kill a bloody path for the prince!"

"Hahahaha. When Wu Hui's palace slave heard this, he laughed loudly, and said coldly: "What a loyal and good savior, generous and righteous, but you are already unable to fly! If you hand over the long qin and return to my lord Wu Hui, you will enjoy glory and wealth!" It seems to be sarcastic and ridiculous, and it is like a warning.

As soon as he finished speaking, a prince guard who had been shot several times and had a bloody hole in front of his chest rushed towards him. This guard was obviously bleeding, but with his enthusiasm and loyalty, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain and danced the steel knife in his hand with strength and strength, roaring like a tiger.

Covered in blood, his face was fierce and hideous, like a hell of a Shura; In an instant, the four guards around the palace slave were in different places. Then he continued to endure the pain and deceived himself, and shouted: "Death to the traitor!"

The sword fell, and the cold light flashed the surprised and frightened expression of the palace slave, forever fixed on his ghost head that was separated from his neck and shot up.

And this guard, who was also rushed to support the other five or six forbidden soldiers who came to support at this time, pierced his body with spears in their hands, giving him a thousand holes!

As soon as the palace slave died, the morale of the forbidden army declined somewhat.

The remaining guards took the opportunity to surround Changqin in the middle, and used the weapons in their hands to fight their way out of the palace in the iron barrel of the forbidden army, and fled outside the palace in panic with Changqin.

For a while, in the Guangming Palace, which should have been peaceful and peaceful, the shouts of killing were loud under the cold wind, and the whimpering and mournful sounds that shook the sky and the earth were repeated and rushed straight to the nine heavens, and even the smell of blood in the air was getting heavier and heavier......

The sunset is like blood, slowly falling from the direction of Dongshan. The poignant remnant sun dyed the sky red, dyed the water of Qianxing Lake red, and also dyed the surrounding green mountains.

The wind and rain on Qianxing Lake have stopped early, but the broken decks, keels, and mast oars of warships can still be seen everywhere on the lake, drifting with the waves.

The north shore was also a scorched earth, littered with charred craters of various sizes, broken armor, twisted or broken blades.

Since noon, the Xiao family army and the communist army have been fighting back and forth on this beachhead. The two sides made their own strange moves, the Xiao Jiajun ground and air cooperated, and the Gonggong Army fired a series of crossbows from the catapult machine tools; and the commanders of the two armies were even more happy to fight in the air.

With the passage of time, the Communist Labor Army suffered heavy casualties under the powerful advanced firearms of the Xiao Jiajun and the coordinated attack of ground and air tactics.

When evening came, the Xiao family's troops temporarily ceased fire and erected a banner with five big characters on the front position: "Those who surrender will not be killed".

The demoralized Communists looked at the flags for a long time, then looked at what little they had left, and they were all dilapidated warships, and finally chose to abandon the ships and surrender.

At this time, a part of the Xiao family army was cleaning up the battlefield and collecting all the broken armor and weapons left by these enemy soldiers. The other part escorted the surrendered Communist Workers, laid down their weapons and took off their armor, and went to the place where the prisoners of war were held.

Xiao Shizhu, whose armor had long since disappeared, returned to the appearance of black inside and white outside. He stood on the shore of the lake with his sword in hand, his tired cheeks a little pale, much more haggard than they looked at noon.

His clothes were torn and shapeless, and through the tattered wounds, it was clear that there were many bruises and blood marks on his skin.

You don't have to think about it to know that these injuries should be due to Yingying.

He stared blankly at Yingying, lying on the shallows at his feet, his eyes closed, letting the water lap and wash away, silently watching the water rise and fall from the delicate woman, his brow furrowed slightly, and his expression changed from time to time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Big brother, Lord Chunyun has sent us supplies again. Helper, Lu Wu's breathless voice suddenly came from behind him.

"The King. A moment later, Chunyun stood beside him along with Lu Wu.

Chunyun inadvertently glanced at the scars on his body, and he was secretly surprised when he was slightly stunned; since Xiao Shizhu arrived in the Ghost Mother Country, he has participated in several battles, except for the one when he was injured by Grandma with a soul-breaking arrow, there were no serious injuries in the rest of the battles. But today, Xiao Shizhu's body is covered with bruises, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Chunyun would really think that he was King Kong's incorruptible body.

"According to your orders, the supply of firearms has arrived in Dusk City at noon today. It's just that although she was surprised, she didn't move, and after bowing to Xiao Shizhu, she said respectfully: "The minister doesn't dare to slack off, and he will personally escort him here for you." ”。

Xiao Shizhu nodded stunned, but did not squeak. His eyes never took his eyes off Yingying.

Chunyun followed his gaze, looked at Ying Ying, who was breathing weakly with his eyes closed, and a sword wound on his left shoulder blade, and after being stunned, he whispered to Lu Wu beside him: "General Lu Wu, who is this human soul?"

"The enemy commander. Lu Wu didn't know who Yingying's surname was, so he didn't say what her name was.

As soon as these words came out, Chunyun suddenly knew that the scars on Xiao Shizhu's body were mostly caused by the half-dead soul in front of him.

"I heard him call her a saint, and this ghost must have a good status in the Communist Party. Xiao Shizhu finally spoke, but said slowly: "Inform the military doctor to save this person's soul." ”。