Ravens roaming the desert, their gray wings bringing with them an aura of decadence called death.

To tell the truth, the man sitting on the castle tower, his eyes made Rongda feel uncomfortable in his heart, if I had to describe it, it was like some kind of cold and slippery animal lurking in the grass, if it accidentally intruded into its territory, what was waiting was a sharp fang with poison.

From the initial shock, Rongda quickly came back to his senses, raised his knife and pointed at the raven and asked loudly, "...... Who are you?"

He searched in his mind for a long time, and he didn't remember that there was such a ...... in the Chaoyue Army A cold and obedient character.

The first impression is not like a good person.

"Who is Lao Tzu?" the raven ruffian hooked the corners of his mouth angrily, and then took a sip, "You rabble things also deserve to know Lao Tzu's name?"

Yes, this group of ungrateful Huns were also accomplices in the murder of the general!

How could he still have a good face, besides, he is the head of the bandits, he has always been used to being wild, and it has not been a day or two without a door on his lips, and he has not been afraid of anyone yet.

In just one sentence, the entire Huns were scolded.

Although Rongda is not a righteous gentleman, but in the end he is still a general with a head and a face, and he is a little reserved about such a thing as identity, and he can't be insulted by the raven, just like a shrew who scolds the street, he scolds without scruples, so although he was damaged by the raven, he changed the topic stupidly, "...... Why didn't he come to see the general? Could it be that he was frightened? Even if he didn't come, the battlefield would be a game between the general and the general, and you nobody deserved to talk to the general! Go, let your person in charge come out and talk back!"

"Yes," said the raven, who was not annoyed, as if he had slashed the saber in his hand twice, and slowly stood up from the pier of the wall, appearing taller and taller.

The light was about to fall, and he looked down at the Huns and glanced at them contemptuously.

"Lao Tzu never beheads unknown people! Just you, a big military rank, you will be sent to death quickly. ”

"You!" Rong Da was humiliated, his face suddenly turned red, and he pointed at the raven for a long time and didn't say anything to save face.

"What are you? Could it be that Lao Tzu said something wrong? What are you tied to your iron armor? What are the soldiers next to you tied to you? Why are you coming to Wucheng with so many dangerous things? I don't want to make progress all day long, and I can't go on anymore, so I come to other people's houses to grab things with a shy face! I am not ashamed to be ashamed!"

Rongda's face was red and his neck was thick, he turned his head and shouted angrily: "What about people? Come, man, hurry, the archers will shoot him down for me! Quick! Release the arrow!"

The bowstring trembled, and the rain of arrows gargled towards the raven, and before he could draw his sword, a white sword light flashed, and the rain of arrows was neatly intercepted.

Zhu'an put away his sword, his figure appeared next to the raven, and asked lightly, "General Rongda, is there anything wrong with what he said?"

"......" Rongda's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, his lips spurted but he couldn't reply, as if he really couldn't ...... Refutation.

But the raven said to Zhu'an: "Hey, this little thing, don't bother you, I'll just come!"

The raven continued to play hooliganism without any scruples, anyway, those who should be scolded have already been scolded, and those who should be provoked have also been provoked, and the consequences of the rupture of verbal negotiations seem to be only one way left.

All the Huns were provoked to anger, and Rongda no longer tried to regain some face in terms of words, and began to form a formation to attack him.

"Good fellow! Just do it if you say it, it's shameless! No wonder the barbarian wants to send a little character like you! You really should be blown to ashes!"

“......”

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Zhu'an watched beside the raven, and did not stop the raven from gagging and playing tricks, he knew that the raven had resentment in his heart, but he felt a little lonely when he listened to it.

There seemed to be space next to him.

If it hadn't been for that accident, there should have been a person standing beside him, guiding him and protecting him, the one who would have accompanied him no matter what.

The early morning wind was still a little cold, and a few bits of rain fell sporadically, smashing on the cheeks like a bitter kiss.

He remembered Weaving Dreams, or maybe Weaving Dreams had never left his heart for a moment, and he couldn't think of her.

He still couldn't let her go at such a time.

He thought out of place the kiss he had given to the northwest when he first arrived in the northwest, under the sand that had hurt his heart.

It was the first time he had tasted the taste of weaving dreams, and it was too hot...... He was full of affection, like a flooded river that had finally broken through the embankment, and what flowed out was the tenderness that could destroy the world, and his heart was beating endlessly, and what was mixed was the embarrassing bloody breath between his lips and teeth.

As now, it is such a distance of life and death, I don't know if the next moment will come as promised, maybe we can meet again after crossing the haze of life and death, maybe all promises will be corroded by the wind and there will be no tomorrow, but, whether he is good or weaving dreams, he has never been afraid, the only difference is probably that at that time, she was there.

He couldn't help himself, and when he kissed her, his heart was about to burst, and until now, it has not healed.

At that time, the great enemy was present, the city gate was in danger, and he even felt that he saw the relentless flames of war burning little by little along the towering city walls, and the embers of sparks floating everywhere, and in the end there would only be endless sorrow, but he ...... I still really want to see Dream Weaver again.

It's not because of the lingering warmth that is trapped in the wind and snow, he only knows that even if the mountains and rivers are broken, his family and country are withered, and he has no tomorrow, he still wants to see Weaving Dreams...... This feeling is like a wildfire burning in his heart that seems to destroy the world, jumping, destroying, and burning vigorously, but he is confined to his mortal body, almost wanting to break out, sweeping through the present and tomorrow when the country is ruined and the family is ruined.

Reading the name of Weaving Dreams, the hands that were held, and the road that walked together, every moment seemed to be as long as hundreds of generations, and it seemed that there was not even a blink of an eye, and they had already passed shoulders in a hurry.

Leaving behind the mountains and rivers and the shackles, can the scorching affection in the desperate situation be conveyed to the unknown weaving dream, which moves her?

If he is ready to die on the city wall, in this inevitable war, in the mountains and rivers swaying in the morning moon, then the affection at the last moment in this life can make him walk on the Huangquan Road without worry?

Is this kind of self-consolation also a consolation? Or is it ...... Will it make him laugh?

He closed his eyes and shed a tear.

Disappear quickly.

At that moment, probably no one could get a glimpse of it from Zhu An's expression.

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Raven didn't notice either, he was still going out of his way to provoke Rongda.

It wasn't for no reason, all they had to do was provoke Rongda so that they could get out of the city.

Rongda wanted to get out of the city as soon as possible, but they couldn't let Rongda get his wish.

Estimating the combat strength of the two sides, the huge gap cannot be ignored, and Zhu An's face is not very relaxed, not that he is afraid of death, but he feels that he is not capable enough, and he cannot guarantee that these people who stay are safe and sound.

The raven tilted his head, sensing Zhu An's heavy face, looked at him and smiled, "Scared?"

Zhu'an shook his head and sighed lightly, "How come, I just feel a little regretful." ”

"Regrets?"

"On his own, he could not completely stop the invasion of the entire Hun army. ”

In fact, no one else can do such a thing, he should understand, but he is quite bitter to perceive the subtle changes.

In the past, he never had unrealistic hopes, and always adhered to the indifference of everything as long as he could do it and have a clear conscience, but today is different from the past, and now he has begun to hope for the impossible.

Sensing what he meant, Raven laughed and reached out and patted him on the shoulder, which was a relief.

"Xiao'er, cheer up, do you know what your father, the general, told me before?"

"How?"

Raven carried his knife and looked at the enemy at his feet, as if to see the face of each of them, so that the bitter hatred of the country could be engraved in his heart.

The longbows of the Hun soldiers carrying gunpowder have been noisily rushing into the air, attacking towards the head of the city wall, the sound of killing is rising, the war is ready to start, and the raven is sonorous and powerful, all of which fall in the ears of Zhu'an, and it seems a little pathetic.

Chase peace of mind must be like a floating mind finally settled, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out the long love and held it in his hand, and read it softly.

It is like some distant and solemn oath, or the voice of all the soldiers who have worked hard for the safety of their family and country for thousands of years.

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned.

But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain!"