Today, Zhang Changan is no different from before, he still has a blue nose and swollen face, which shows that he is still beaten at least once a day. In view of the degree of refurbishment of the other party's wounds, Chu Zheng judged that his previous beating should have happened this afternoon.

So my best friend, and my only friend, is actually beaten up several times a day.

His father is so ruthless!Chu Zheng thought. is even more ruthless than his unreliable master.

Zhang Changan's face was the same as before, but in Chu Zheng's eyes, it was very different from some time ago.

Before today, to be precise, before meeting Zhang Changan, Chu Zheng was worried that the young man who followed behind the cymbal and bowed his head and was silent, had really lowered his head in the face of his father's majesty and the oppression of reality, and even his spine would bend down in the future.

Now Chu Zheng knows that although Zhang Changan lowered his head, he has never been convinced in his heart, and his spine will never bend!

Some people are like this, no matter how muddy the world in front of them is, there is always a ray of light in their hearts that can illuminate the way forward, no matter what setbacks and tests they encounter, that ray of light will not be dim.

They are stubborn, hopeless, and even crazy when they get old, like ....... These white-haired old men in front of them, but with long knives with blood in their hands!

These old men, killed all these panicked and fleeing Tubo warriors, the old man at the head of the sword, slashed the last barbarian who abandoned the knife and begged for mercy, his waist was no longer straight, and when he waved the knife for a short time, the heavy panting sound was like a bellows, and his arms were shaking violently.

These old men, after killing the enemy in front of them, either coughed against the wall, or needed the support of their companions, and their weakened bodies could barely stand, but they laughed so loudly, like mocking the Tibetan people who were stuffed with corpses, they were so self-defeating and not worth mentioning.

They, with the long knives in their hands and their emaciated bodies, proved who the real warriors were.

The invincible warrior in the world!

Seeing the old people patting those ordinary men on the shoulders, applauding with relief and encouraging them, Chu Zheng's eyes turned red again.

He didn't know how to describe the old men in front of him.

The white hair did not take the head of the enemy chieftain, and he often had a bloody knife hanging from his waist. If you want to eliminate the evils for the country, you are willing to decay and cherish the old years!

With such an old man, there will be a young man like Zhang Changan. There are such old men and young men, even if the land west of the river has been stolen by foreign races for many years, as long as the king arrives, there is no reason why it cannot be recovered.

Looking at those ordinary men in sackcloth and blood, Chu Zheng couldn't help but think, in this narrow place, how many people are so enthusiastic that they can turn into heroes who are pouring the world into torrents as long as someone raises their arms and exhales?

The Tibetans always say that the Han people are sheep?

The Han people just don't like babbling, and they just shout that they are warriors all day long.

As long as Ming Jun is in charge, this group of warriors will definitely be able to step on the four seas.

They are so forbearant on weekdays that Chu Zheng thinks they are as cowardly as rats, and their lives are humble and difficult, and if the leader is killed, they will be completely dormant. Hibernate until you never see the light of day again, dormant until you are completely and utterly abandoned.

Originally, Chu Zheng thought that they had failed the Tang Dynasty, were sorry for the emperor, and insulted their ancestors.

Now he finally realized that these ordinary men are not sorry for anyone. The court and the emperor let their leaders be killed, so that even if they were empty and full of blood, they could only humbly endure in the face of the cruel reality.

So, it was the state that failed them!

There is no Han family who does not want to puff up his chest and kill their enemies in a dignified manner.

Don't you see, as soon as the Tsing Yi Yamen came out this time, they grabbed kitchen knives, hammers, and even wooden sticks and rushed out of the door, either dressed in sackcloth, or naked, did they dare to kill those neatly draped Tubo armor soldiers like tigers in the mountains?

Even if their companions fell one by one, even if there were more than one out of ten people who could stand, they did not retreat!

They are the most heroic and fearless warriors in the world!

I just beg, the court doesn't ignore them, I just beg, the king doesn't live up to them, I just beg, the king doesn't completely abandon them under the iron hooves of the aliens!

In this era, in this world, there is a wise and martial emperor, which is the hope of all the sons and daughters of the Han family, even extravagant!

What kind of cruel emperor would paint the jade axe on the Dadu River, and say confidently "In addition, it is not owned by me", ignoring the blood and tears of his compatriots, and waiting for it!

What kind of stupid official would shout when the Han family is dressed in Chinese clothes, under the coercion of the long knives of foreign people, and still adheres to the Han civilization in a remote and bitter cold place, shouting what swords and soldiers are put into the warehouse and horses are put in Nanshan!

Mingjun ...... Whether the current emperor of the Tang Dynasty is Mingjun or not, Chu Zheng doesn't know, but just by virtue of the fact that when the other party was in power, he lost Chang'an and was driven to Shuzhong by Huangchao, so he was not a brave lord.

But this time, King An, who led the army to Hexi, is definitely the most outstanding existence in the Li Tang clan after Xuanzong!

At this moment, Chu Zheng suddenly wanted to thank King An, who had never met before.

It was he who made the children of the Han family in Jincheng County, and even the entire Hexi, keep the clouds open and see the moon, and have the opportunity to regain the dignity of themselves and their descendants!

"Let's go! Let's go find someone, let's go into the city lord's mansion together, echo Wang Shi, and greet King An!" Zhang Changan sent a solemn and passionate invitation to Chu Zheng as if he was at the soup cake stall that day.

Chu Zheng remembered the rejection that day, his heart twitched, and he immediately replied solemnly: "Go!"

The two came to Zhang Zhongli together, "Grandfather, we're going to the City Lord's Mansion!"

Zhang Zhongli, who was on the ground with a knife and a pestle, was already exhausted after a short fight just now. His body was too weak and ruthless, and he had the intention to kill thieves, and he couldn't wield the knife too much. But he is not sad, he can fight today, and he has a few Tibetan barbarians in his hands, and he has already come out of the evil spirit that has accumulated in his chest for many years, which is enough to comfort the old age.

Now, he doesn't need to charge again, his grandson will take the long knife in his hand and go on the road he can't afford to complete.

Zhang Zhongli covered his chest and coughed twice, without saying a word, waved his hand, and said lightly: "Take the wrong person back to the ancestral hall." ”

"Yes, grandfather!" Zhang Changan promised loudly, his eyes solemn and almost sacred.

At this moment, the boy clearly felt that something had broken away from his grandfather and descended on his shoulder.

The iron plate was seriously injured, Chu Zheng thought that he would rest, and he also hoped that the other party would rest, but after swallowing a pill, the other party still took the only two remaining Tsing Yi Yamen swordsmen, Granny Zheng, to be in the ranks, and together with him and Zhang Changan, with dozens of men killed from Funing Fang, rushed to the city lord's mansion with knives.

Chu Zheng didn't know how an old woman like Granny Zheng survived the fierce battle. But just looking at the other party's vigorous posture, he knew that Granny Zheng was probably not an old woman.

Just like Mrs. Wei, her daughter is probably not her biological daughter, but just an abandoned orphan she picked up by chance when she came to Jincheng County.

The old woman who sells vegetables, the woman with her daughter alone, is just a necessary disguise for them to lurk in Jincheng County.

Thinking of this, Chu Zheng had to sigh at the magic of the Tsing Yi Yamen, and at the same time became more and more in awe of the owner of the Tsing Yi Yamen, King An.

Jincheng County is like a pot of boiling water, there are huge fires everywhere, fierce battles, shouts, shouts, and noises are stronger than waves, if there is a roof over the city, it has been lifted more than a few times.

Funing Fang is not far from the City Lord's Mansion, separated by five square districts.

When rushing along the street to the City Lord's Mansion, Chu Zheng knew how much effort it took for Zhang Changan to lead a group of old men from outside the two square districts to support him.

At this time, there were not many people on the streets, but the Tibetan warriors and Han people who were running and fighting could be seen everywhere. There are countless corpses lying on the ground, and there is no end in sight, just as far as the eye can see, there are three or four hundred, and there are many people in Tibet.

It is conceivable that from the Fang District where the Zhang family's mansion is located, to Funing Fang, Zhang Changan and his grandfathers shed a lot of blood.

There are many white-haired old men lying on the ground!

When the iron plate rushed out, he raised his hand and set off a beam of fireworks to the sky, so in the process of rushing to the city lord's mansion, the streets and alleys and houses on both sides continued to be joined by people in green clothes and hats. None of them were uninjured, and their clothes were almost soaked with blood, and I don't know how many of them were bloody.

When they appeared, they were not in groups, at most three or five people together. And behind them, there was also a group of ordinary men, more than 100 people, and less than 10 people.

The team of Chu Zheng and Zhang Chang'an continued to fight on the street, slashing the monks of the Moon God Sect, the believers and the Tubo armor monks they met on the road one by one. Their ranks also suffered casualties, but instead of shrinking, they were swelling rapidly.

After the battle, seeing the combat power that kept gathering from both sides, Chu Zheng felt a storm in his heart.

When he left Funing Fang, Tie Pan said to him that if you can break out of this street alive, you may be able to meet other Tsing Yi Yamen.

For other swordsmen in Tsing Yi Yamen, how could this not be the case?

Only with the knife in his hand and his comrades beside him can he fight a bloody way from the Tubo warriors in this fang, can he see more siblings?

Overnight, how could Chu Zheng, who had grown up a lot, not know that in every square area, there were definitely more than three or five Tsing Yi Yamen swordsmen? More swordsmen just fell on the way to meet their own siblings, and only slept in pools of blood on the cold street with their enemies, the Tubo soldiers.

Because of these Tsing Yi Yamen who fought hard, because of these Tsing Yi Yamen who were covered in blood and were still fighting forward, the children of the Han family who urgently needed to break out in every square area and whose dignity urgently needed to be regained could break through the shackles of humble life and hack to death those arrogant, barbaric, and oppressive Tubo barbarians under steel knives, smashed under iron hammers, and discounted under wooden sticks!

In the entire Jincheng County, how many such Tsing Yi Yamen swordsmen should there be?

Lanzhou, Hezhou, Shanzhou, Kuozhou, Huizhou, how many iron plates, how many Wei Da Niang, Chen Blind, Zheng Granny?

Chu Zheng turned around and saw the Tsing Yi Yamen swordsman wearing a green coat and a hat behind him. Behind them, the dense children of the Han family followed closely, and at a glance they saw the end of the street, but there was no end in sight.

Because, there are always people who keep running, jumping out, jumping off from the streets and alleys, courtyard walls, windows and roofs, and joining this turbulent torrent!

It's not just men who are strong or thin, tall or short......

Chu Zheng saw that there was a young man who had not yet grown up, at the dimly lit door, broke free from his mother's hand that pulled his sleeve, rushed to the streets and alleys full of corpses, picked up the long knife in the hand of a Tsing Yi, and followed the team with a roar;

An old man with gray hair and a trembling body stopped his wife's entanglement, and pulled out a steel knife that had not yet been stained with blood from under the Tubo warrior who fell on the door frame. At that moment, his steps were steady, his body was not trembling, and he was full of momentum, like a god of war, rushing out of the house;

There were women with round waists and fat bodies, or slender bodies, who wrapped their heads in handkerchiefs and rags, cut their skirts that restricted their legs from running with knives, and joined the team with kitchen knives, sticks, and even iron pots......

Everyone said that all the nomads were soldiers, and that anyone who could wield a knife or draw a bow, whether old or weak, women or children, would become warriors when a great war came. Chu Zheng didn't know if this was true, but he saw now that the Han people in Jincheng County were the real soldiers of the whole people.

Chu Zheng knew that the gray-haired old man and the woman who wrapped her head in a handkerchief were people with stories.

In Jincheng County, in Lanzhou, and in Hexi, how many Han people have no stories and no painful memories given by the Moon God Sect and the Tubo people?

Now, they can have revenge and complain.

In Jincheng County, in Lanzhou, and in the whole of Hexi, how many such old men, young men, and women should there be? If they could all meet Wang Shi tonight and meet the swordsmen of the Tsing Yi Yamen, they would surely burst out with the same fighting power, fighting spirit, and momentum!

If this is the case, how can the Moon God Sect and the Tubo people not finish?!

Chu Zheng's eyes were red again, he would always be like this tonight. He couldn't help it.

He wanted to tell King An, tell Wang Shi, tell Tsing Yi Yamen, thank you, thank you for giving them, us, this opportunity to fight with the Moon God Sect and the Tubo people!

There has never been a moment like now, where Chu Zheng respects a person so much.

He wanted to follow the commander of the royal division, King An, to kill all the Tubo people in Jincheng County, kill the Tubo people in Liangzhou, kill all the enemies who dared to offend the Han people, and kill them all the way to the edge of the sky, until everyone bowed down to the Han people, and never dared to grin at the Han people again!

Even if it is a broken hand, a broken foot, or a broken head! As long as he is on the way to fight forward, he will not regret it, let alone retreat!

Han people, they are so powerful, why should they be oppressed by foreign races?

They should be respected and feared by all! They should be led by a wise and brave commander and a king like King An to conquer all unsubordinated ministers and declare themselves inviolable to all people in the world!

Chu Zheng and Zhang Changan glanced at each other, he saw that the other party's eyes were also blood-red, and he noticed that the other party was also like himself, with the Tsing Yi Yamen, with the Wang Shi soldiers, and with the resolute will of King An to fight to the edge of the sky!

It didn't take long for them to kill the City Lord's Mansion.

Now, the power of the Moon God Sect has shrunk to the five northern states, and Lanzhou and Hezhou are the front lines.

In addition to the monks of the Divine Servant Realm in the sky, countless monks with a high level of qi cultivation are sitting in the City Lord's Mansion under the leadership of the master of the Divine Servant Realm, Karma Co., to maintain the Tubo people's right to rule Jincheng County.

Although the high-level Qi cultivation cultivator was powerful, just looking at the dense crowd outside the city lord's mansion and surrounding it, Chu Zheng knew that no matter how much Qi cultivation the high-level monk was, he was not invincible.

At this time, the Han people of Jincheng County, under the leadership of the swordsmen of the Tsing Yi Yamen, were not afraid of any number of Qi cultivators. Even if they fill it with human lives, at this time, they will be willing to fight for their lives for the ultimate dignity and glory of the Han people's victory over the Tubo people.

However, the high-ranking Karma Wood Co of the Divine Servant Realm, and the powerful monk guard group around him, were a big trouble.

The Tsing Yi Yamen and the Han people who gathered outside the City Lord's Mansion would have realized this problem as long as they were not too stupid, but none of them hesitated.

Tie Pan stepped forward, and after a brief meeting with several leading figures of the Tsing Yi Yamen in Jincheng County, he decided to storm the heavily fortified City Lord's Mansion.

The front is dignified and attacking the city lord's mansion, and the city lord's mansion is captured, announcing the victory of the Han people in Jincheng County!

There is no better way.

Tie Pan rushed to the front again, and with a group of Tsing Yi Yamen, he jumped on the wall of the courtyard of the city lord's mansion and began to attack inside.

From the very beginning, the battle was fought extremely fiercely.

The county lord's mansion of Jincheng County has accumulated the most elite combat power in the entire Jincheng County, and it can even be said to be the most elite combat power in the entire Lanzhou.

As a high-level god servant, he completely forgot at this time, and the honor of the Tubo warriors that he usually talked about had no intention of going out to fight. He made up his mind to be a shrunken turtle and hold on to the tight and powerful fortifications of the city lord's mansion.

The first wave of attack by the Tsing Yi Yamen was repulsed, and the casualties of the swordsmen were not small.

This was followed by an even more ferocious second wave of offensives.

Iron Plate was seriously injured again. At this time, the pill didn't work, he could only half-kneel on the ground, holding a long knife, and yelled at the iron-armored tortoiseshell-like city lord's mansion: "For the Tang Dynasty, for King An, capture him!"

More Tsing Yi Yamen swordsmen jumped on the courtyard wall with a heavy face.

Even if the monks next to them were killed, they stubbornly rushed behind the courtyard wall.

Nearly half of them never came out again.

The ordinary man thought about it, but the iron plate that had just stopped vomiting blood stopped in front of them, and shouted with red eyes: "Unless the Tsing Yi Yamen is dead! Otherwise, you will be waiting behind! My dignified Tsing Yi Yamen, the most powerful monk organization in the Tang Dynasty, is not weak enough to the point where it needs to consume the enemy's aura with ordinary people's lives! Even if the Tsing Yi Yamen can afford to lose this face, King An can't afford to lose it!"

Chu Zheng and Zhang Changan wanted to go up, but they were also glared back by the iron plate.

At the front end of the crowd, the Tsing Yi Yamen swordsmen who gathered from all the squares and corners originally became dense because of their gathering in one place, and they had the momentum of a powerful monk organization, but in just half an hour, they became sparse, and there were less than a hundred people left!

Moreover, all of them were injured, and many of them were not lightly injured, but barely standing.

Even if they are unsteady, they are standing.

Only those who are standing can participate in the next wave of attacks.

So even if they are shaky, they grit their teeth and stand tenaciously.

Tonight, no one can lose the face of the Tsing Yi Yamen, the face of King An, the face of the Tang Dynasty, and the face of the Han family!

Less than a hundred people, there is no longer the strength to carry out a wave of offensives.

But the rest of the people were all inside the courtyard walls, and they died within the courtyard walls!

Iron Pan stood up again, where could he still stand firmly, and he used his long knife to pestle the ground so that his body would not fall.

He looked back at the Han people who were scolding one by one, eager to chew the city lord's mansion and swallow it again, his face was white and grinned, very calm, very fearless, and even very confused, he only said one word, then turned his head and roared, and the other Tsing Yi Yamen swordsmen who were covered in bruises jumped onto the courtyard wall without hesitation.

He said: "Datang, I have never given up on you, and King An has never dared to let you down." That's what it's all about lurking, fighting, and dying. ”

Seeing the spiritual light in the courtyard wall, and hearing the muffled humming in the wall one after another, Chu Zheng, Zhang Changan and all the Han family members knew that moving forward was death, but how could any of them still endure it? They all roared and rushed in!

The Tang Dynasty, King An, never gave up on us, did not dare to live up to us, how dare we fail the identity of the people of the Tang Dynasty, and how dare we bear the blood and sweat of King An?!

The Han family has always been one, advancing and retreating together, sharing glory and disgrace, when things come to an end, who is afraid of death? !

On the battlefield, who would dare to call himself the son of the Han family if he spared his life and feared death? !

grabbed the door and entered the front yard, and the people around him had already died in two, but Chu Zheng and Zhang Changan always charged ahead. They are all from the Tang Dynasty, you Tsing Yi Yamen is a hero, don't we have heroes in Jincheng County? !

Chu Zheng saw the iron plate lying in a pool of blood, and saw the only twenty or thirty remaining Tsing Yi Yamen, who were being besieged by several times the number of Moon God Sect monks, he roared and raised his knife to slash it!

Attacking the Hanging Flower Gate and entering the compound, Chu Zheng and Zhang Changan saw at the same time that there were one hundred and ten black-robed monks standing in the courtyard! And in the cloister, in front of the courtyard walls on both sides, and on the roof in front, there were still a large number of armor soldiers armed with crossbows!

Chu Zheng and Zhang Changan's hearts sank at the same time, knowing that they were going to die!

But they didn't retreat, they didn't even hesitate, they jumped into the courtyard, and killed with a sword!

Good brother, you deserve to die in battle.

Good son, the horse leather shroud should not change its appearance!

It's not that we're really not afraid of death, but in front of the glory of the Tang Dynasty, no one can retreat!

There is always something more important in a person's life than life and death.

If you don't find it, then life is meaningless.

Lucky they are, they have found this meaning, and they can hold it in their hands until they die!

The ordinary men around him continued to scream, and gradually, Chu Zheng and Zhang Changan were already covered in blood, their movements in their hands were slow, their steps became messy, and they lost all their rules.

In the end, they still failed to capture the City Lord's Mansion!

Don't say that they killed the karma mistake, they couldn't even see each other's face!

Hateful, hateful!

Just when they thought they were going to be killed, the extremely brave Moon God Sect monk in front of them suddenly had a flash of spiritual light on his body, and the blood mist burst out, flying out one after another!

Chu Zheng and Zhang Changan looked at each other, completely unaware of what was going on.

In the next moment, one after another, a succession of monks jumped over their heads and rushed towards the Luna Cult monks. With a ferocious offensive, these people killed the other party and collapsed, and in an instant, they suffered heavy casualties!

In the entire Jincheng County, in addition to the Tsing Yi Yamen, who else and what kind of force can have so many fierce monks and form such a powerful combat force?

They killed the compound in an instant, and killed them in the depths of the mansion!

Zhang Changan supported Chu Zheng, who was weak. He wanted to hold the other party from falling, but even if he gritted his teeth, he couldn't resist the injury and weakness, and he followed and fell forward.

He didn't fall to the ground.

Someone grabbed him by the shoulder.

Zhang Changan turned around and saw a face he hadn't expected.

Is that...... His father Zhang Xun!

Zhang Xun didn't look at Zhang Changan, perhaps because he was afraid to look him in the eyes, "Can you still hold it?"

Zhang Changan was speechless.

This adult man of the strict order family, all the monks, without his order, are not allowed to go out of the Zhang family, Zhang Changan originally thought that his heart, liver, stomach and stomach had turned into the color of Tubo, but he did not expect that at such a critical moment, he rushed to the battlefield with the monks of the Zhang family.

No, it's not just the Zhang family monks, but also the Liu, Zhou, and Qian family monks!

If it weren't for the joint efforts of the four families, how could they defeat the masters of the City Lord's Mansion so quickly and form a strong defense line?

Zhang Changan's throat was hard, and he couldn't say anything for a while. At this moment, he almost shouted out the title, he hadn't shouted the title for many years because he didn't care about the other party's personality.

"Hold on!" Zhang Changan said stubbornly.

"That's good. Zhang Xun, the number one Han minion of the Qiang Mu Mistake, dropped this sentence, followed behind the four Han monks, and rushed into the depths of the mansion.

After Zhang Changan helped Chu Zheng relieve his breath, he helped him, limped, followed behind the surging Han family, and walked towards the depths of the mansion.

On the road, the corpses of the monks of the Moon God Sect and the monks of the four major families were everywhere, and many of them were incomplete.

Obviously, the battle faced by the four major families was equally bloody and tragic.

When he arrived in the backyard, Zhang Changan couldn't remember how many corpses he had seen on the road.

The backyard, the last line of defense of the City Lord's Mansion, has a large number of fallen corpses here.

Zhang Changan even saw the corpses of the head of the Liu family and the head of the Qian family!

The former was covered in wounds, and his intestines flowed out, and the fatal wound was a large bloody hole through the sea of qi, while the latter's head was rolled to the side.

In the backyard, the fighting is still fierce.

Zhang Changan and Chu Zheng hurriedly rushed into the backyard.

By the time they stepped into the backyard, the fighting had stopped.

Indeed, it stopped, for there was no one left standing.

Zhang Xun fell in a pool of blood, in front of him, there was a headless corpse of a Tubo person, serving with his body type, Zhang Changan recognized it with great certainty, that was the Karma Mistake!

Karma Mu Co, a high-level monk of the Divine Servant Realm!

Zhang Xun is not yet in the real realm.

How could he kill the other party?!

The answer is obvious.

In front of the headless corpse of the Qi Mu Cuo, someone was sitting in a pool of blood, leaning against the pillars of the corridor, twisting a human head in his hand, and was smiling at Chu Zheng.

He smiled happily, a little childishly proud, showing off.

He said, "Disciple, why did you come? ”

Chu Zheng's eyes widened in disbelief, "Master, why are you ...... Here?"

The old Taoist pouted, "If the teacher is not here, where else can he be?" Eh, you rabbit cub, you don't think that the battle in Jincheng County is coming, but the teacher ran away, right?"

Chu Zheng bit his tongue.

That's what he thinks!

The scene in front of him showed that if it weren't for the old Taoist here, with the four Han families in Jincheng County, even if they could attack the backyard, they would not be able to kill the Qianmu Cuo.

When the old Taoist saw Chu Zheng's deflated expression, he was even more happy: "The teacher has long said that it is very simple to take the wrong person's head, and now, you believe it after all, right? Tell you this little rabbit cub, don't think that what the teacher says to you on weekdays is all true, in fact, the ability of the teacher is great! It just so happens that the teacher has a bloody battle, and he is also hungry, you little rabbit cub who is an apprentice, why don't you hurry up and give the teacher a bowl of soup cakes?"

Chu Zheng squatted in front of the old Taoist, looking at the other party's injuries with concern and nervousness, as for the other party's ridicule, he didn't hear it.

Although the old Taoist was not lightly injured, there was no danger of his life, and Zhang Xun was different.

Being held in Zhang Chang'an's arms and shouting, he barely opened his eyes, but he could only show a bleak smile, "Dong'er...... No, Chang'an. You don't have to cry, it's not worth crying for the Father. I lost the face of the Han family for my father, and even lost my dignity, and let your sister ...... and your aunt, who became the concubine of the savage, was the sinner of the Zhang family and the ...... of the Han people. Disgrace. You are...... Heroic Han family son, don't shed tears for the shame of me, a Han person......"

Zhang Changan's eyes were full of tears, and he couldn't say a complete sentence when he cried, so he could only keep choking and repeating the word "no".

Zhang Xun barely opened his eyes, his eyes gradually diluted, he looked up at the starry sky, and murmured in a trance: "For my father's life, the first twenty years...... Living under the wings of your grandfather, he is proud and heroic, hot-blooded and carefree, and he is a merry man. Since the time when the Zhangjia Building was about to collapse and there was no food and clothing, he succeeded as the head of the Zhang family, and in the next 20 years, he has been stormy all the way, painstakingly lonely all the way, and endured humiliation all the way...... Let's count it as a weight!"

Speaking of this, it seemed that he thought of some sore spot, a mouthful of hot blood gushed out of Zhang Xun's mouth, his eyes also protruded, his voice was aggravated, his breathing was short, and his facial features were distorted: "No one...... No one hates the Tibetan savages more than I, Zhang Xun! I dream, I dream that I want to kill the Karma Lot, eat its flesh and sleep its skin, and kneel down on the day of the snow...... Shame on Chang'an, for the father, for the father...... It's a last resort, it's involuntarily!

"For the sake of the Zhang family, for the sake of the father, I had to abandon my dignity and ...... in front of the savages Kneel! long ...... Ann, there is no way to be a father, you don't know, when you are still young and have always been pampered little aunt, hungry with yellow muscles and yellow hair, pulling my sleeves, looking up and telling me that I am hungry, saying that I want to drink porridge...... When your elderly third grandfather, lying on the cold bed, was seriously ill and dying, telling me that he wanted to drink a sip of broth, how ...... Torment!"

Before he finished his words, he vomited blood in his mouth, and the following words could no longer be said smoothly.

Zhang Changan cried so much that his eyes were blurred.

He had never heard his father say these things.

The father who was flattering like a dog in front of the Tubo people, the stubbornness, strength, and persistence in his bones, Zhang Changan had never seen or known him.

"Yes...... Who is it! Who is it, let me Zhang Xun, from a hot-blooded young man, to a Tubo ...... Eagle dog, who is it, who is it?!" Zhang Xun stiffened his neck and let out a final question and roar to the sky.

This middle-aged man, after asking this sentence, suddenly calmed down, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said calmly: "Chang'an, you are right, you are right to listen to your grandfather." Wang Shi...... King An, aren't you coming? Go, go and greet the king, follow King An, and be a father...... You will not encounter such a day for the Father, and you will not be ...... for the humiliation and torture that the Father has endured Met again!"

When he said this, Zhang Xun raised his hand with difficulty, wanting to touch his son's face.

But before his hand touched his son's face, the starry night was gone, and a vision arose in the sky.

Black clouds rolled, and two huge bottomless black holes shrouded the sky over the entire Jincheng County. At the same time, a long sword lit up under the black clouds like rolling waves, and the green light was like the sun. Then, everybody, they heard the shout.

"The Han family is alive, help the lonely sword!"

Zhang Xun, whose eyes were gradually dimming, suddenly opened his eyes, his upper body suddenly stood up, and the hand that was originally stroking his son suddenly stretched out into the sky, stretched out his five fingers, and worked hard and laboriously, at the last moment, stretched out to the long sword with green flashes.

From his throat, from the bottom of his heart, from the depths of his soul, he let out a hysterical roar: "Jincheng Zhang family, Zhang Xun, willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"