To the north of the dungeon, there is a frontal battlefield.

Under the scorching sun, corpses were all over the field, blood flowed like rivers, and the scene was tragic and abnormal.

Blood stained the earth red, poignant and sad.

At this moment, both sides have killed red eyes, you live and die, and you will never die. There is no need for reason, this is the most primitive instinct of human beings.

A good man should sprinkle blood on the field, the horse leather shroud, the sky is a coffin, the earth is a coffin, although there is no regret in death!

It is tragic to hear, and desolate to hear.

Relying on the words of the king to seal the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither.

On the high slope, Wanyan Xue'er stood quietly beside Wanyan Honglie, her eyes were hazy with tears and she was grief-stricken.

"Cher!" called softly, familiar and cordial.

Tears poured out like a flood bursting the embankment. Wan Yan Xue'er threw herself into Wan Yan Liang's arms and couldn't cry in an instant.

Wan Yanliang's eyes were full of pity, and he said softly: "Xue'er doesn't cry, there is a father and brother here!"

Hearing the word "Daddy", Wan Yan Xue'er couldn't help crying and choked up: "Daddy is gone." ”

This statement is like a thunderbolt from the sky, and snow flies in June.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

"Daddy!" a call, heartbreaking. Wan Yan Liang knelt down in front of Wan Yan Honglie, and tears rained down in an instant.

A good father, a good master, and a model of lifelong struggle have fallen like this, and it is really impossible to face it.

Wanyan Honglie is not sad or happy, sitting in a precarious position, as stable as Mount Tai.

The battle is not over yet, Wanyan Honglie must not fall, Wanyan Liang and Wanyan Xue'er must live strongly.

After a long time, the tears were dry.

Wan Yanliang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and his eyes were full of strength. He asked softly, "Xue'er, does Daddy have any last words left?"

Wanyan Xue'er said softly: "Daddy has instructed that by noon, this battle will be commanded by Brother Yan, and the handsome seal will be handed over to Brother Gu." ”

Wan Yanliang nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "This battle is under the command of Brother Yan, and Shuai Yin is handed over to Brother Gu, there is no doubt about these two things." But why wait until noon?"

Wanyan Xue'er shook her head slightly, and said in a low voice: "Xue'er doesn't know, Daddy should have made arrangements." ”

At this moment, a wave of terrifying killing intent struck.

Wan Yan Liang and Wan Yan Xue'er raised their eyes, and saw that on the battlefield, countless Qin Zhi Rui soldiers and ghost soldiers were killing the soldiers of the Jin Army.

Wanyan Xue'er's face changed greatly, and she said anxiously: "Brother, how should this be?"

Wan Yan Liang said in a deep voice: "The soldiers will block, and the water will cover it." As for where to go, let Brother Yan decide!"

After a while, Wanyan Xue'er led Yanshan, Meng Tian, Li Ruoxian, Wanyan Guge, Liu Ruobai, Dugufeng and Shi Potian to the high slope.

The seven people hugged their fists slightly towards Wanyan Honglie, and said in unison: "I've seen General Wanyan!"

Silence, deathly silence.

Wanyan Honglie was sitting precariously, looking into the distance, with a faint smile still on his face, and he was no longer breathing.

Wan Yanliang sighed lightly: "My father has passed away. ”

I don't want to believe it, I can't believe it, but the facts are right in front of me.

The seven fell to their knees in an instant.

It's not a relative, it's better than a relative. Yan Shan suddenly burst into tears and was in pain.

"Uncle!" was called out for the first time due to political strife, and it was not until the death of a loved one that he called out for the first time. In the same vein, blood is thicker than water. Brother Wanyan was grief-stricken and remorseful.

The other five were all sad and wept silently.

Wan Yan Liang and Wan Yan Xue'er bowed deeply to the seven people, showing gratitude.

At this time, on the battlefield, Qin Zhirui and Nether Ghost Soldiers had joined the battle, and the situation became clear in an instant.

The bodies of Qin Zhirui and Nether Ghost Soldiers are as solid as rocks, and they are extremely brave and invincible.

Although the soldiers of the Jin Army were brave and fearless, they still suffered heavy casualties.

Seeing this, the nine people were heartbroken.

In this situation, when the gong is sounded to collect the troops, use siege equipment to deal with Qin's sharp soldiers and ghost soldiers. However, no one spoke, and even Brother Wanyan Gu set his eyes on Yanshan.

Yan Shan said in a deep voice: "Miss Xue'er, does General Wanyan have any last words left?"

Wanyan Xue'er nodded slightly, and said: "Daddy has instructed that by noon, this battle will be commanded by Brother Yan, and the handsome seal will be handed over to Brother Gu." ”

Yan Shan nodded slightly, looked at the frontal battlefield, and muttered: "At this time, there is still half an hour until noon, and during this time, the casualties are incalculable. ”

Brother Wanyan Gu was so anxious that he couldn't help but say, "Brother Yan, why don't you sound the gong and collect the troops, and use siege equipment to deal with Qin's sharp soldiers and ghost soldiers?"

Yan Shan was thoughtful and silent.

At this time, on the battlefield, there were constantly blood spilled on the battlefield by the soldiers of the Jin Army, and the death was unbearable. It was not so much a fight between the two sides as a one-sided slaughter.

Yan Shan's heart was dripping blood, but his eyes were more determined. His expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "It's not yet noon, and this battle is still commanded by General Wanyan, and we can't make any decisions." ”

Brother Wanyan Gu's eyes were red, and he roared angrily: "But the handsome man has passed away." The slightest hesitation will result in hundreds or thousands of innocent deaths of the soldiers of the Jin Army!"

Tears rolled down, and all nine of them were without exception.

Yan Shan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and said, "The military order is like a mountain." ”

Brother Wanyan retorted: "The generals will not be subject to foreign military orders, not to mention the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers of the Golden Kingdom!"

Yan Shan's heart was like a knife, his eyes became cold, and he said coldly: "Unless I die, I will never let you order the troops to be collected!"

At this moment, in this situation, Yan Shan firmly believes that Wanyan Honglie will never let the soldiers of the Jin Army sacrifice in vain, and there must be some arrangements. He will not disrupt Yan Honglie's arrangement, let alone allow others to disrupt it, at all costs.

At this point, there was silence.

Brother Wanyan Gu was furious, his arms were struggling, and he was holding the sun and moon hammer tightly.

Meng Tian's eyes were as clear as water, and his right hand was holding the sword of sorrow, ready to attack.

No one stopped Brother Wanyan, because they knew in their hearts that although Brother Wanyan was strong by nature, he was not stupid.

In this way, the nine stood quietly, looking at the frontal battlefield, witnessing a hymn of blood and tears.

On the battlefield, Qin's sharp soldiers and ghost soldiers are terrifying.

However, as long as the soldiers of the Jin Army looked back at the high slope where Wanyan Honglie was, they were instantly fearless and continued to fight to the death. Once, as long as Marshal Wanyan was there, they were invincible. At this moment, Marshal Wanyan was looking at them, and they had the belief that they would win.

Whether it is infantry or cavalry, they all fight against Qin's sharp soldiers and ghost soldiers with flesh and blood, although they die without regrets, they are still glorious despite defeat!

At the top of a low mountain, a man covered in black stood proudly. Under the black cloth, those deep eyes were moved. He sighed lightly and said slowly: "Governing the army like this, Wanyan Honglie deserves to be a famous general in the world!"

A good man should be sprinkled with blood on the field, the horse leather shrouded in corpse, the sky is a coffin, the earth is a coffin, although he dies without regrets! Relying on the words of the king to seal the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither.

(End of chapter)