Chapter Ninety-Three: Burning Wudang Mountain

They are the highest pride of the Datang military.

They are also the last protective umbrella for Datang to stand undefeated.

The blood-red knife harvested one life after another, the Tang army began to counterattack, and the embarrassed deserted people began to retreat slowly.

The Five Realms Grandmasters who were fighting in the sky also retreated, and the Tang people were bent on defense, and they had no plans to fight back now, they were waiting for others to come over, waiting for the people from the north and south snow fields to come back.

The desolate people and the five realms of Yin Cao knew that they could not break through Xuzhou City, and millions of desolate people had already had a frizzy heart if they couldn't attack for a long time, and now they saw the red-clothed guard dyed red with a red knife.

The strings in my heart have broken to the tightest point, and if we continue to force the attack, maybe the army's morale will be completely weakened, and then it will really be defeated, and there will be no chance to do it again.

Two thousand red-clothed guards lined up in front of Xuzhou City, holding knives in their hands, the tip of the knife pointed diagonally to the ground, and blood was dripping down the blade.

Two thousand people stood in front of Xuzhou City, and the four hooves of the red horses were surging with flames.

From beginning to end, they were silent, silent like a real god of killing.

More than a million Tang soldiers stood on the city wall, looking at the two thousand red-clothed guards with fiery eyes, and their breathing became hot in an instant.

This is their faith, this is the highest glory of their soldiers.

In the face of seven million desolate people, two thousand red-clothed guards stood expressionlessly under the city wall, how bold was this?

How confident is that?

What kind of strength is that?

I don't know who sounded the first shout, then the second, and then more than a million Tang troops sounded the shouts at the same time, and the monstrous sound rolled out in all directions, like thunder.

The faces of the desolate people are very ugly, although their military strength is several times that of the Tang State, but at this moment, the momentum has completely fallen behind.

And the most important thing is that at this moment, they already know that the danger of Chang'an has been lifted, that is to say, Datang no longer needs to worry about internal troubles, and has sufficient conditions to deploy troops to support, if they can't break the city in the next ten days, they may be in great danger.

Maybe it will be destroyed outside this Xuzhou city.

Now a dilemma is placed on them, to advance or to retreat? Since the six gentlemen of Urawa are not here, no one can say a word.

More than 700,000 desolate people began to make food, and their food was very simple, and their hearts, which were still a little hesitant during the meal, instantly became firm again.

Along the way, they had seen a lot of Tang cities, and they had also eaten some food that the Tang people didn't have time to take away.

Those foods, the land under their feet is what their desolate people dream of, and now it is the biggest opportunity in these three hundred years, and perhaps the last opportunity, which cannot be missed.

Even at the risk of total annihilation, we can't let it go.

The desolate have no future, because all their futures are blocked here.

The desolate people outside the city regained their fighting spirit, and they still coveted Xuzhou City, and half of the Tang soldiers lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

Maybe it's because the danger of Chang'an has been lifted, maybe it's because the red-clothed guards outside the city can bring a full sense of security, and they who have been nervous for twenty days are finally completely relaxed at this moment.

Almost as soon as his body touched the ground, he fell asleep.

In the next two or three days, they don't need to worry about the problem of the desert attacking the city, because they also need to re-prepare and reorganize.

Although these two or three days were not much, they were enough for the remaining more than 100,000 Tang troops to recover some of their spirits.

The battlefield was calm again, like the calm before the terrible storm.

Liang Xiaodao walked up to Li Xiu and stood.

Chen Xuance and Murong were silent as they watched this scene.

They all know how important Xu Yingxiu is to Li Xiu.

The grandmasters in the sky also fell.

Fat Xiong jumped on Li Xiu's shoulder, Douda's eyes were a little moist, and he liked Xu Yingxiu very much.

Is really liked.

Mr. Chen stood silent, while the rest of the Grandmasters rested separately.

Feng Zu and Second Master Murong also came over.

Li Siye crossed the crowd and stood at the forefront.

"Hugh. ”

This time he did not address the young landlord.

Li Xiu's body was still trembling, and he looked up at Fourth Master Li, like a helpless child finding a tree: "Fourth Uncle." ”

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, and he could never stop crying.

He was afraid, he was afraid, helpless The reason why he is helpless is because there is no one in this world who has no way to help him, life and death are beyond his ability, so he feels helpless.

He didn't dare to face it, he didn't dare to think about the scene after the drunken spring breeze came out of the virtual realm two years later, and he didn't even dare to think about how to face that face.

Xu Yingxiu has the same weight in the heart of the drunken spring breeze as in his heart, he can't bear the pain himself, how can the drunken spring breeze bear it?

The most important thing is that Li Xiu can kill all these desolate people to take revenge and vent their pain, but what about after the drunken spring breeze comes out?

He found Li Xiu with joy, and showed off his growth and harvest in the void with him, and then confidently said that he would definitely win against Wang Zhiwei this time, and then told him that Xu Yingxiu was dead.

He didn't even see the last of them.

No one can understand what Li Xiu's mood is at the moment, just like what I said before, the three words of the sky falling are not even accurate enough.

He buried his head deeply, like a crane with his head stuffed into his wings, and he didn't dare to face what was going to happen in the future.

He didn't even dare to accept the fact that Xu Yingxiu was dead.

Everyone's faces were complicated, they had never seen Li Xiu look so fragile.

Li Siye's heart was also uncomfortable, but he couldn't show it, Liu Ran and Wei Erye were not there, he was the closest elder, even if he and Li Xiu always looked at each other before, he took two steps forward and patted him on the shoulder, and he said, "What did Xu Yingxiu say?"

Li Xiu forcibly stopped crying, he slowly straightened up, raised his head and looked at Li Siye, the chaotic aura seemed to re-condense at this moment.

He was silent for a long time, until the breath on his body became colder and colder, and there seemed to be a touch of darkness slowly rising in those eyes, and then a pair of eyes turned into pure gray-black, and there was no trace of the whites of the eyes at all.

The demonic aura that had completely disappeared took root in his body again.

Li Xiu raised his head and said in a cold voice: "She let me burn the entire Wudang Mountain with one fire, she let me break Wang Zhiwei's sword, and she made me stop the way that does not enter the world!"

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