Wrestling with the Iron Cloak Army, why?

This question instantly invaded the hearts of everyone present.

The originally noisy environment suddenly became silent, which was a torture from the soul.

Just like Xue Ding said, this is just a group of children who don't even have their hair grown, the oldest is only a young man in his twenties, and the youngest is a boy and girl like Xue Ying, who is only thirteen or fourteen years old, holding a spear and spear in his hand, which is not as tall as a weapon.

Zhao Zhiyun's inner defense line is gradually collapsing, compared to her peers, her mind can be regarded as tenacious, she can escape with so many people all the way, and finally escape from the border of Yan and flee into the territory of Zhao State.

But now she faces more acute problems than others.

If the person opposite is just her father, then Zhao Zhiyun can completely kill her relatives from the perspective of righteousness. But the reality is not like this, there is still a former iron-clad army robe behind his father.

The iron-clad army took off its iron coat and changed from a loyal army guarding Dayan to a slaughtering regiment of people who slaughtered the nobles and homeless people of the Yan Kingdom.

As the granddaughter of Yanchang Gong Zhao Dingxiu, Zhao Zhiyun knows too well the strength of that team.

When she was a child, she also went to the ironclad barracks with her father many times, and the ironclad barracks at that time seemed to be a sacred place in her eyes. Her father told her that this was a holy shield for the millions of Yan people in the entire Yan Kingdom, and as long as it was in it for a day, the territory of the Yan Kingdom would not be breached.

It's just that now, the holy shield is not there, but there is an extra butcher's knife, or a butcher's knife waved at Yan Min.

Zhao Zhiyun looked at the knife stuck in the ground in front of Xue Ding.

'Do you know what it costs to lift this knife, and how much energy it takes to wield it?'

Zhao Zhiyun's mind was full of what Xue Ding had just said.

Which knife is raised, and who lifts it, and who swings the knife at whom, who swings it.

Zhao Zhiyun's mind is the mighty picture of her father's horizontal sword.

After the Battle of the Longxi Plain, she hadn't seen her father again, and he would still be like that now.

If one day, he immediately stabbed in front of him, how should he face him, should he kill himself with a sword?

"Brother, don't say it. Although the people around him were silent, Xue Ying still felt that if her brother continued to talk about it, the scene would get out of control.

Schröding is still the same cold four words as always: "Come home with me." ”

This time, even Xue Ying hesitated, she turned her head to look at Zhao Zhiyun.

Zhao Zhiyun has always been her inner pillar, but now Zhao Zhiyun herself is in confusion.

Xue Ding pulled Xue Ying out, and this time no one stood up to stop them.

"We haven't lost yet," Zhao Zhiyun's whole body trembled.

Schröding stopped: "Does it matter?"

"Important," the two men said back to back.

"The Zhao family motto of Yan Guo, a breath is still alive, and the courage is endless. Zhao Zhiyun stopped trembling, raised her head and looked around at every face around her one by one: "If I stand here today, I won't retreat." ”

"Not going back?"

"Well, no retreat. Zhao Zhiyun nodded, without her previous radiance, her temperament changed at this moment, as if she had suddenly changed from a sharp sword to a war knife hidden in the sheath.

The sword has a double edge, can hurt the enemy, can also be injured, the knife holds a single edge, courageous, the back is wide and flat, can be pushed and held, once out of the sheath cut out, there is no edge to turn back.

Zhao Zhiyun's heart was settled at this moment, although she was still in pain, she still didn't know how to face her father and how to decide the future matters, but she had already understood the path she had to take.

A breath is still alive, and the courage to fight endlessly, this is the precept of the Zhao family of Yan Kingdom, and it is an encouragement to encourage future generations.

Xue Ding couldn't help but look at the Yan War Knife that Xue Ying was holding in his hand.

On the scabbard of Yan Zhan's knife, there are also eight characters 'Iron Clothes Immortal, Brave Martial Spirit'.

These eight words are engraved on the scabbard of every iron-clad soldier, and they are also imprinted on the heart of every iron-clad soldier.

"Brother, I want to stay," Xue Ying took off Xue Ding's hand, this time Xue Ding did not grab her, but let her break away and stood in front of Zhao Zhiyun

Xue Ying shouted loudly to the people around her: "I believe in Sister Yun, I believe that she will definitely lead us out of a road to Xingyan, no matter what you choose, I, Xue Ying, am willing to stand by her side." ”

There was silence again, after all, there were still many young people here, especially after learning that the enemy opposite them was the former Iron Cloak Army, and many people's courage was gone.

"I need to think about it," someone turned away.

"We also need to think about it," one after another people left.

Zhao Zhiyun's face gradually returned to calm, many things, since she had made up her mind to take a path, then her mood was also relaxed.

Whether these people will follow her or not, Zhao Zhiyun doesn't care, because she can only control the road under her feet, and as for others, she can't control it, and she doesn't want to care.

There were more than 300 people, and the last one left, even Xue Ying, was only forty or fifty people.

After so many people left, Schröding's face seemed to be much more relaxed.

"If you don't mind, count me in. Schröding pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword in front of him.

Zhao Zhiyun seemed to be a little suspicious of her ears: "What are you talking about?"

Xue Ying showed a look of ecstasy: "Brother, what you said is true! ”

Xue Dingqiang pulled out the Basheng knife from the ground with a loud voice: "Life and death are downplayed, change the way of living." ”

"Brother, you are amazing," Xue Ying ran a few steps quickly, rushed forward and hugged Xue Ding, and the whole person hung directly on Xue Ding's body.

"I don't think you can win," Schröding shrugged, "but for the sake of your 'breath is still alive and you will fight bravely', and the 'Iron Clothes Immortal, Brave Martial Spirit' on that knife, I can try my best." ”

Xue Ying knows his brother too well, and what he said about doing his best would definitely be doing his best to put life and death aside.

At this point in the dream realm, the dream medium fire in the soul lamp in Meng Juntong's palm has been beating more and more vigorously, which is a sign that the dream is gradually deepening.

This dream is not Schröding's true memory, but as the dream deepens, the world in the dream will become more and more real, which is also what Meng Juntong is pursuing now, she must let Schröding get what he wants in the deep dream, and then carry out the dream at the last moment, break the consciousness barrier between dream and reality, and enter the narrow room of real dream, only in that way, Xue Ying and Xue Ding can have a real meeting.