Today's bandits can be said to be standing on their backs, and the desire to survive has reduced their fear of the iron cavalry waiting under the mountain a lot, and they use the terrain to shout and rush down from the mountain to the officers and soldiers on the flat ground, like wild wolves shuttling between the grass and trees all over the mountain.

The one-eyed scarface Wang Splitzhu raised the long-handled broadsword high above his head and shouted with all his might: "Kill !!"

Suddenly, the horns under the mountain were vigorous, the drums were thundering, and the iron cavalry of the Ming army was like two long snakes rushing straight out from the two wings of the army, and the iron cavalry was scattered among the gallops, like a black pine forest all over the mountains; the broadswords in the hands of the infantry of the Ming army struck the shields rhythmically, and they took the steps of brushing and brushing, like an iron wall ruthlessly pressing towards the bandits, and the soldiers shouted "Kill!" in unison every three steps, and the sound was like rumbling thunder.

In the face of a well-trained, steely army, the bandits were vulnerable. In the dull shouting of killing, the iron rider rushed through the crowd wantonly, and after the saber flew, it was full of bright red waves. Under the blood-like remnant sun, blood stained the earth red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The boy and the praying mantis stood with their mouths back, and the black-pressed soldiers said that they were surrounded like iron buckets.

The boy of Tianlong Mountain looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha, second brother, you and I might as well compare and see how many eagle dogs you and I can kill before we die?"

The praying mantis said, "Okay! Let's get started!"

The mantis mouth swung out a pair of iron fists and hit the chests of the two soldiers, although the two soldiers were wearing armor, they were still torn apart, blood gushed out of their mouths and died on the spot, and then the mantis mouth rushed into the crowd, and the two iron walls were like two steel whips, whipping to the flesh, and the fists were deadly!

A meteor hammer the size of a bull's head covered with barbs was also rampaging through the crowd at this time, and the soldiers were forced to retreat, and the slightest careless blow to the hammer would immediately change beyond recognition.

With the help of the momentum of the military horse, the two cavalry held the long hair, and rushed straight towards the Tianlong Mountain boy, and the Tianlong Mountain boy meteor hammer was ready to be handed out, like a fierce tiger, and only one hammer smashed the face door bones of the two military horses at the same time, making a muffled sound, and the military horse fell in response.

Finally, four or five hundred military horses came to the Tianlong Mountain boy, and the long hair and sabre of the iron horse only had one target for the Tianlong Mountain boy.

The boy of Tianlong Mountain raised his head to the sky and roared, and the meteor hammer was still directed towards the horses, and several cavalrymen in the horse group were immediately hit by the hammer and rolled down from the horses.

After the chaotic sound of horses' hooves, the ground was already rolling yellow sand, and in the yellow sand, it could be vaguely seen that the nine-foot fat man had become a mess of mud.

The praying mantis mouth was exhausted, and he still kept waving his arms in the round iron wall surrounded by soldiers, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted hoarsely: "Come on, come on, come and kill me!"

"Die!" Wang Splitzhu suddenly crossed the top of the soldiers' heads from outside the crowd, raised his big sword high above his head, and almost exhausted his life's strength to look at the top of the mantis' mouth from mid-air.

The mantis mouth crossed its arms above its head and covered the Celestial Spirit Cover. Unexpectedly, the force of this knife was too heavy, and the big knife actually split the mantis mouth in half with a straight brush.

In the twilight, Tianlong Mountain is like a fire dragon, and the raging fire on the mountain is burning to the fullest, and the flames are jumping happily.

Tianlong Mountain is destruction, but also a kind of rebirth!

Ouyang Yuting sat in front of Yin Yimeng's door all night, and the maids and servants of the General Military Mansion all said that Miss Yin was dying, and no clever doctor could do anything.

Ouyang Yuting wanted to go in to see Yin Yimeng, but the people of the Yin family didn't let him in. The Yin family counted all these unfortunate experiences of Yin Yimeng on Ouyang Yuting's head.

Yan Jingchen and Yan Jingfeng looked at Ouyang Yuting at the door, once Yin Yimeng has three long and two short, then Ouyang Yuting must also die.

The sky was already light, Zhou Jinyu hadn't closed his eyes for two nights, he rubbed his sour eyes, and continued to sit on the stone steps in front of Yin Yimeng's house, staring at the distant sky with empty eyes, letting the cool breeze of early spring in the morning in the north blow in his face, and the slightest coolness penetrated his heart and lungs, so that Ouyang Yuting could stay awake at all times.

Suddenly, the door behind Ouyang Yuting opened, and it was Yin Yichen who walked out.

Yin Yichen's face is not very good-looking, obviously Yin Yimeng has not turned the corner.

Ouyang Yuting slowly stood up and asked cautiously, "How is she?"

Yin Yichen sighed and said, "She wants to see you one last time." ”

Ouyang Yuting hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with Yimeng?"

Yin Yichen said: "Go and see for yourself!"

Ouyang Yuting stumbled into Yin Yimeng's room, and Yin Ran sat on the stool next to Yin Yimeng's bed, expressionless and silent.

Mrs. Yin lay on the side of Yin Yimeng's bed, holding Yin Yimeng's hand tightly, her eyes were red and swollen, and she sobbed in a low voice. As a mother, Mrs. Yin had dried her tears this night, and now her voice was hoarse...

There was no sound in the room except for Mrs. Yin's hoarse crying. Ouyang Yuting walked into the house, and no one said a word to him.

Ouyang Yuting walked quickly to Yin Yimeng's bed, leaned over, and looked at Yin Yimeng when he was dying, in just a few days, Yin Yimeng was almost haggard and unrecognizable.

Mrs. Yin said softly: "Meng'er, he's here." ”

Yin Yimeng slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were no longer as clear as water, no longer so bright and energetic.

Yin Yimeng's breath was weak, and she reluctantly shouted: "Brother Yuting..."

Ouyang Yuting said: "Sister, I'm here." ”

Yin Yimeng looked at Ouyang Yuting, closed her eyes again, and said, "Brother Yuting... I'm tired, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you to the end of the world. ”

Ouyang Yuting's eyes were moist, he hadn't cried since he could remember, he had seen a lot of the hot and cold world, and he was used to people's ridicule and insults. But now, at last, he couldn't hold back his tears.

Ouyang Yuting's tears dripped on Yin Yimeng's cheeks.

Yin Yimeng asked, "Brother Yuting, are you crying?"

Ouyang Yuting said: "Hmm!"

Yin Yimeng asked, "Why are you crying?"

Ouyang Yuting said: "For you!"

Yin Yimeng said: "Will you cry for me?"

Ouyang Yuting said: "Yes." ”

A line of hot tears flowed from the corners of Yin Yimeng's eyes, tears flowed down the corners of her eyes to the pillow, and long tear stains were left on her cheeks, this was Yin Yimeng's last tear, she was crying for herself, or crying for the tragic fate of herself and Ouyang Yuting.

How vulnerable man is in the face of death.

Yin Yimeng said: "Brother Yuting, it would be nice for me if you did this earlier." ”

Ouyang Yuting's voice also began to be hoarse: "Sister, I will treat you well as a cow and a horse from now on, don't be afraid, you will definitely get better!"

Yin Yimeng said: "I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of separation, I'm afraid that no one will love me, I'm afraid that no one will care about you after I die..."

Ouyang Yuting took Yin Yimeng's hand and said, "No, you won't die." ”

Yin Yimeng suddenly opened her eyes, and there was a faint look in her eyes, and she said to Ouyang Yuting: "Brother Yuting, you didn't lie to me, I saw it." ”

Ouyang Yuting asked, "Sister, what did you see?"

The corners of Yin Yimeng's mouth flashed with a satisfied smile and said: "I saw the endless Gobi Desert, the Great Wall under the blue sky and white clouds, and the sparkling and crystal clear Qingshui River. ”

After a pause, Yin Yimeng said again: "Brother Yuting, listen, what a crisp camel bell, it's so beautiful." As she spoke, Yin Yimeng's eyes gradually lost their previous color and slowly closed.

Yin Yimeng completely left this world and left Ouyang Yuting.

Ouyang Yuting couldn't restrain himself anymore, he finally howled and cried, he was indeed crying Yin Yimeng, but he was also crying himself, he was crying pitiful, crying was pathetic, crying was ridiculous.

The only person in this world who cared about Ouyang Yuting was gone, and Ouyang Yuting gradually understood that many things in this world could only be owned once, and once they were lost, they would never come back.

Ouyang Yuting lay on the side of Yin Yimeng's bed and cried like a child, after a long time...

Yin Ran said: "You get up!"

Ouyang Yuting heard Yinran speak and quickly stood up.

At this moment, Ouyang Yuting's heart was the purest moment in his life.

Ouyang Yuting called out very politely: "Uncle Yin." ”

Yinran didn't answer, but said: "Yimeng has told me everything about you, and she has repeatedly begged me not to embarrass you." ”

Ouyang Yuting said: "It's me who is sorry for her." ”

Yin Ran said: "As a man, I want you to count your words. ”

Ouyang Yuting was a little puzzled and asked, "What?"

Yin Ran sighed and said, "Yimeng's last wish is to follow you back to your hometown in Ningxia." ”

Ouyang Yuting bit his lip tightly, nodded fiercely and said, "I will, I will definitely take her there." ”

Yin Ran said: "After picking up Yimeng's ashes in three days, you can take her away, we won't embarrass you here." ”

......

Ningxia Town.

On the riverbed of the Qingshui River.

Ouyang Yuting stood dumbfounded, his single clothes swaying in the wind.

The weeds were rustling in the wind, and the catkins were lifted by the wind from the meadows.

Exactly: thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.