In the past, I went back, and the willows followed, and this walk must be goodbye.

Blood spilled at the east gate, horse leather shrouded, this battle will be unforgettable.

Outside Chang'an City, the soldiers of the Jin Army were covered in blood, but they still refused to fall. At the cost of more than half of the casualties, Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldiers still did not take half a step.

Wan Yan Mingcheng held the severed back chopping knife in his hand, panting heavily. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, his spirits lifted, and he laughed: "Brothers, reinforcements have arrived!"

As the words fell, the gates of the city were wide open, and six catapults and eight crossbows lined up under the city walls. On the city walls, torches have been lit and fireballs are ready to go.

The soldiers of the Jin army were ecstatic, but the next moment, their hearts were half cold. Whether it's a fireball, a catapult, or a sky interceptor, you have to get away from it to attack. Therefore, they couldn't retreat, and they couldn't let Qin's Ruishi and Netherworld Ghost Soldiers get close to the city wall. There was a scuffle, and the boulders and the wolf's fangs and arrows didn't have long eyes, and perhaps, they would die under the siege engines...... As soon as they thought of this, they turned their hearts on the horizon and planned to fight hard.

At this moment, Wan Yan Mingcheng said loudly: "All the soldiers listen to the order, retreat!"

Stunned, puzzled.

The soldiers of the Jin Army looked over and saw Yan Mingcheng holding a skewed back chopping knife, standing at the head of the bridge, majestic, like a god of war. They immediately understood that the general wanted to block Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldiers with his own strength.

The heart is surging and the blood is boiling.

"General, we are not afraid of death!"

"I can serve the general, although I have no regrets in death!"

"General, please give the order to release the arrows!"

......

Wan Yan Mingcheng's eyes were slightly wet, he took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "All the soldiers listen to the order, retreat!" There was a little emotion in his tone, but there was no doubt.

The adjutant general was already in tears, and his voice choked up: "Those who violate the order will be killed!"

The next moment, nearly 100 soldiers of the Jin Army fought and retreated, and walked past Wan Yan Mingcheng.

Immediately after, Qin Zhirui and the Netherworld Ghost Soldiers rushed to the bridgehead like a tide.

Wanyan Mingcheng shouted, waved the skewed back chopping knife, slashed horizontally and vertically, like a fierce tiger, and really single-handedly blocked Qin Zhirui and the ghost soldiers under the bridge.

At this moment, in this situation, tears moistened his eyes, crossed his cheeks, and flowed into the depths of his heart. This figure is very tall and majestic, and they will remember it for a lifetime.

Wan Yan Mingcheng gasped and asked, "What are you doing in a daze?"

"But ......"

Wanyan Mingcheng interrupted the deputy general, and said angrily: "It's nothing, the fireball and boulder are thrown farther away, and the Sky Interception Crossbow is not aimed at me." ”

The adjutant general said loudly: "Command!"

In the next moment, fireballs, boulders, and wolf tooth arrows were fired in unison, making Qin Zhirui and the Nether Ghost Soldiers pay a heavy price.

At this time, as long as Yan Mingcheng can hold the bridgehead, Qin Zhirui and the Netherworld Ghost Soldiers will definitely be defeated.

By the moat, Hua Yuluo sighed lightly and muttered to herself: "I was going to kill more Jin Jun, but it's a pity! But I don't understand, why did Wanyan Mingcheng hide his strength?"

Inadvertently, Wan Yan Mingcheng glanced at the direction where Hua Yuluo left, and there was no trace of waves in his eyes.

On this day, the wind and clouds are changing, and the sea is crossing.

This battle was thrilling and hearty.

Before I knew it, the last rays of the sunset disappeared into the sky.

Zhongnan Mountain, Shangqing Taiping Palace, is quiet.

In one room, candlelight flickered.

Meng Fang lay quietly on the bed, his face pale and his breath faint.

Yu Chengchan leaned on the side of the bed, his eyes slightly closed.

After resting for a long time, Meng Fang regained some strength and could barely speak. He called softly, "General Yu!"

Yu Chenglong opened his eyes in an instant, looked at Meng Fang, and said overjoyed: "Mr. Meng, you are finally awake!"

Meng Fang smiled indifferently and said slowly: "I have something to say." ”

Yu Jackie Chan wanted to dissuade him, but he didn't know what to say. He looked desolate and whispered, "I'm listening." ”

Meng Fang's face showed a look of relief, and he said softly: "That day, before the Black Tiger Hall came to attack, Mr. Sima, Mr. Hua and I hid a tiger-shaped jade pendant and a letter under the bluestone of the hexagonal pavilion in the backyard. The tiger-shaped jade pendant is the thing of Sima's total dart head, which is of great importance. That letter should be the secret that Mr. Hua has been keeping, and it is not trivial. ”

Yu Chenglong groaned: "Mr. Meng didn't tell the young marshal?"

Meng Fang shook his head slightly, and said with a wry smile: "I was going to wait a while, I'm afraid it will be ......" He didn't finish speaking, just because some words didn't need to be finished at all.

Yu Jackie Chan understood and nodded slightly. Yanshan has been rough and bumpy all the way, and it is really too difficult. Mr. Meng wanted to wait for Yanshan to be stronger, but unfortunately he couldn't wait.

Meng Fang felt a little tired, so he closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Yu Jackie Chan's heart was sour, and tears poured out instantly. He silently said in his heart: Miss Meng, you have to hurry back!

Meng Fang said a lot, that is responsibility. There were some things he didn't say, he just didn't want more people to grieve in vain. At this time, for him, the most important thing to do is to see his daughter, if he can be more luxurious, it is to let his daughter accompany him on the last journey. It's simple, but it's far away.

Through the gap in the forest, Meng Tian saw a bright moon hanging in the air, blooming with a faint light. She whispered: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. As soon as the words fell, she burst into tears. The crystal tears were extremely cold and sad in the moonlight......

Yan Shan's heart ached, and he said in a deep voice: "I want to go back." ”

Wan Yan Xue'er asked casually, "Why?"

Yan Shan replied: "Because I am worried." ”

Wanyan Xue'er frowned slightly and said, "Then why don't you go back during the day?"

Yan Shan sighed lightly and said slowly: "I'm afraid that someone will intercept and kill me halfway, but at this time, I'm even more afraid that I will regret it for the rest of my life." ”

Wanyan Xue'er seemed to think of the sad past, and her eyes instantly moistened. She nodded and said softly, "Let's go back together." ”

Yan Shan looked at Ning Yifan, and said, "Can Ning Daxia give us a ride?"

Ning Yifan said lightly: "Yes." ”

At this time, Wanyan Xue'er stood up and ordered in a low voice: "Go to Zhongnan Mountain." ”

"Yes!" a hundred dead men shouted in unison in the darkness.

Chang'an City, the General's Mansion, in a guest room, Brother Wanyan Gu was lying on the bed, looking at the bright moon quietly through the window. The hammer of the sun and moon was placed next to the bed.

He's a cripple, and he wants to go home, so he's back here. Scenes from the past kept coming to mind, Wan Yan Honglie regarded him as his own, and Wan Yan Liang died for him...... In his eyes, whether it is the Golden Vulture or Wanyan Mingcheng, they are just heroes, and only Wanyan Honglie is a hero. It's just that he didn't cherish it well. He can't just sink, he must stand up, otherwise, he will live up to Wan Yan Honglie and Wan Yan Liang. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and whispered to himself: "Some things are not too late, and some grievances are also time to let go, just because there are more important things for me to do." ”