The collapsed walls kicked up a choking puff of smoke, and the sound could be heard far and wide in the wilderness.

The smoke cleared, and the bloodied Rongda led the remaining Hun soldiers over the bone-covered ruins, and finally fought out of the dock city.

His bright armor was covered with dust, and his shoulder armor was still covered with half-cut arrows, and the blood that seeped out was stained red, but only a jagged fracture was left that he had broken himself.

The world is vast, the wasteland is boundless, and a red sun slowly rises on the distant horizon, vast and magnificent, and people will always realize their own insignificance at such a time.

The morning wind blew through the dewy meadows, and Rongda faced the rising sun, eagerly breathing the air, as if after breaking through the stagnant and imprisoned city wall, the air would be freer.

This feeling is filled with a kind of happiness of being in a desperate situation!

They're still out of Dock City!

They're out!

Before, he thought that he could really only be buried in this foreign land today, and he had such a thought, because he failed, because he was afraid.

However, in fact, how could a small deserted city in the northwest trap him?

Although the price of leaving the city was really painful, not even half of the Xiongnu team that came with him was now left, almost all the recruited Xiongnu people died in this battle, and countless soldiers took their lives, those bones that no one will collect, with the last bit of loyalty to the empire, sleep here forever, never to return to their hometown.

The surviving soldiers were covered with dust and blood, and the gunpowder tied to their bodies had been taken to bombard the city wall, and in the end, it was a killing weapon that hurt themselves and others, and it affected a lot, everyone was more or less colored, their clothes and armor were messy, and their expressions were depressed, and they supported each other and followed behind Rongda, silent and no one spoke.

I don't know what to say in such a deplorable situation right now.

The generosity of the time of coming, the frustration of the time, really cannot make people feel the slightest sense of ease.

But even if it is heavy, it still can't stop the joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe in my heart.

Morale was low, Rongda softened his tone a little, raised his arms and shouted, "Cheer up, it's time for us to go home!"

Wucheng is empty, there is no point in staying, their mission has failed, even if they will be punished if they return to the Xiongnu tribe, it is better than being depressed and dying in such a state now.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, there seemed to be a knife whistling, and a bright and dangling long saber fell from the sky, obliquely inserted into the ground, setting off a gust of wind and sand, like a mountain, blocking the way, making people's hearts tighten.

A black shadow flashed, Rong Da looked fixedly, and the man in black who was sitting on the battlement of the city wall appeared ghostly again, wearing a slightly old iron armor, with a calm expression, like a dragonfly that had just stopped on the small lotus with its sharp horns just exposed, standing with his hands in his hands, and the hilt of the saber on his toes stopped in front of them.

He squinted and smiled, like a lone wolf in the desert.

"Who said you could go?"

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His words made Rongda lift his breath again, and he glared at him with his neck cured.

The city is broken, and the remaining people of the Xiongnu are no longer in the climate, and it is easy to solve them now.

Seeing that the raven had no intention of giving way, Rongda finally couldn't hold his breath, "Get out of the way of Ben General." ”

"No, no. ”

The raven whistled, and the sand bandits and the Chaoyue army came out in response and rushed straight to the Huns.

Before the Hun soldiers could catch their breath, they were forced to fight.

The people around him were indistinguishable, but Rongda searched for Zhu'an behind the crowd with sharp eyes, and with the hatred of being driven away, he directly swept over the crows, raised his knife and rushed towards Zhu'an, as if he wanted to be ashamed.

After fighting for so long, the two armies confronted each other, and they were already familiar with each other's tactics.

It's all because of this weird boy that they will lose so badly, he deserves to die!

For the sake of the hegemony after the Huns, such a dangerous person must not be kept!

The raven didn't stop him, shrugged his shoulders and went to help others, he has been a robber for a long time, and he has always forced the people to kill themselves, mainly insulting, regardless of the dead and wounded, but he has not killed anyone happily, but in the end, he still prefers to aim the weapon in his hand at the enemy.

This Rongda is also stupid, he can't recognize how many catties and taels he has, the purpose is too obvious, but he is a little blind.

Zhu'an raised his sword and directly blocked Rongda's knife, Rongda looked a little crazy, gritted his teeth and pressed down viciously, "Die!"

Zhu'an did not take it hard, but turned it away with skill, and then turned to attack with a sword.

Rongda was in a hurry, and hurriedly collected and defended.

Swords collide and fire bursts out.

However, this is destined to be a contest without suspense.

After more than a dozen moves under Zhu'an's hands, Changqing flipped flexibly between Zhu'an's fingers, stuck into the blade at a subtle angle, and directly picked the knife in Rongda's hand with his backhand, and kicked him in the heart.

With the strength of this kick with internal force, although Rongda is burly, he is still invincible and takes a few steps backwards, his heart is as uncomfortable as turning over the river and the sea, and he can't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The long love is like a lingering and sympathetic wind and sand, not giving any room to breathe at all, dancing from Zhu'an's fingertips again, with an impenetrable offensive, the sword light is like a swimming dragon, and the weapon in Rongda's hand is flying in less than seven moves.

The sword qi was like frost, one after another, directly breaking through Rongda's defenses, making him powerless to resist, and the whole person was knocked to the ground and fell heavily.

Rongda's knife fell and grazed his ear into the dirt, nearly cutting off his ear.

Without waiting for him to get up, a sword came out, like a full moon, and stopped at Rongda's throat.

Rongda was firmly restrained by the sword, and could only half-prop himself up, forced to raise his head and look at Zhu'an.

Even the weapons were gone, and I have to say that I lost a lot.

Rong Da stared at Zhu'an angrily, thinking that Zhu'an, who had won a great victory in all aspects, would inevitably show joy, but he couldn't see any clues from Zhu'an's expression.

The eyes are clear, no sorrow and no joy.

His resentment hit the wall, and he had nowhere to vent, and he was at a loss, which made Rongda angry for a while, and he could no longer maintain his peace.

Whether it was the wailing of the Hun soldiers around him, or the sound of fighting against each other, they all fled from Rongda's ears like flowing water, and he couldn't care about anything.

Rongda's eyes widened in anger and he questioned loudly, as if he was deliberately trying to provoke Zhu'an so that he could tear off his unwavering mask.

"What are you hesitating about? Are you afraid of killing? Hahaha, it's ridiculous! In such a world of the jungle, either you want my life, or I want your life! Come, pick up the sword in your hand, come here! Kill me with a sword!"

While saying that, he also deliberately put his neck against Zhu'an's sword, a kind of unreasonable provocation.

The sharp blade effortlessly cut through the skin of his throat, and scarlet blood gushed out, dripping down the tip of the sword, and I don't know whose tears it looked like.

Zhu'an was unmoved, and his long-term affection did not move more than half an inch, allowing Rongda to roar hysterically, with a little ...... in his inky eyes Sadness.

Why such emotions?

For him to grieve?

Or is it grief over this brutal killing?

Rong Da couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't understand it, he just felt that all the violent emotions in his chest were swallowed up by the ocean, leaving him with a burst of prostration, which was the most painful punishment for a character like him.

He let himself fall back to the ground, stared at the sky with red eyes, unaware that the wound in his throat was still bleeding, gave up resistance, and muttered in distraction.

"How so...... Shouldn't...... It shouldn't be like this......"

"Damn Moonman...... Why do you have such fertile land as a matter of course, you can have endless food and rice, you don't have to run for a living, you don't have to worry about anything if you can live and work in peace and contentment...... Why...... Isn't the heavens willing to favor the Huns at all......"

“...... You hateful moonmen, I hate you so much!

He closed his eyes and clenched his fists and slammed the ground hard, venting his pain.

"Hate?" Zhu'an put away his sword and said coldly, "Then you should open your eyes and take a look." ”