Wu Ben squatted on the ground, his rough palm caressing his son Wu Neng's already cold cheek, his palm trembling uncontrollably, and his eyes were full of love. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, his heart was like a knife, as if he had lost his soul, and he quietly held his only son Wu Neng in his arms in front of the two armies.

At this moment, he is no longer the patriarch of the Nanban tribe, nor is he a general who fights on the battlefield, he is just a father who has lost his own son.

At this time, he regretted it in his heart, he regretted why he took his son out in the first place, and why he let his son return to Qiguan.

Originally, his son Wu Neng didn't want to come out, so he forced him to come, and his main thought was to let his son.

To make a little contribution on the battlefield, not to mention whether he can inherit his position as patriarch in the future, but he can't always let others speak ill of his own children behind his back.

I don't want to, because of my own thoughts, I actually caused my son Wu Neng to die in the enemy's hands and his soul in southern Xinjiang.

In his heart, he regrets it and hates it.

However, it is too late to say anything now, the son of this family is dead, and no amount of remorse is useless.

Now, all he can do is to avenge his own children, nothing else matters to him, and the life and death of his clan is more than the hatred of his own children, and he is more willing to avenge his own children.

"Come on, take the young patriarch down. ”

After Wu Neng's body was taken down by his own men, Wu Ben turned to look at Shangguan Qiuyu and the others on Qiguan.

The cold color in his eyes made the Nanban Marshal Halba on the side feel his eyebrows flutter when he saw it, and he naturally knew what Wu Ben was going to do.

Originally, someone was needed to attack the first battle today, but now, judging from Wu Ben's performance, he must be fighting with Shangguan Qiuyu endlessly.

Let the Nanban Marshal Halba and several other Nanban leaders meet, and they are also happy, so they don't say much, and consciously order their subordinates to make a way for the Wuben tribe.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Wuben tribe came behind Wuben and waited for Wuben's order.

"General Han, General Tie, I'll leave it to you next. ”

Knowing that he was only talking on paper and didn't have much experience, Shangguan Qiuyu didn't have the ability to do so, after seeing the Southern Barbarian army preparing to go to war.

Shangguan Qiuyu consciously handed over the initiative to defend the city to Tie Ying and Han Qinghu beside him.

As the deputy general of his cheap grandfather, Tie Ying has been fighting in the north and south with his grandfather since he was a child, and he has experienced countless battles of all sizes.

Although, facing the siege of millions of Southern Barbarian armies, there is a huge disparity between his side and its troops.

But this small battle to defend the city, for Iron Eagle, is naturally just an appetizer, but there is no difficulty.

And Han Qinghu, as the general under the command of his grandfather, although he is a little worse than Tie Ying, it is okay to give Tie Ying a hand.

The cooperation between the two will definitely make Qiguan impregnable, as long as the 300,000 army is not dead, Shangguan Qiuyu will not give up Qiguan.

After all, there were two Innate Realm masters beside him, and even if all of them died in battle, he would be able to escape with his life under the protection of Tie Ying and Shadow Elder.

As for Shangguan Qiuyu, for his own selfish interests, it would be too cruel to let the 300,000 army that followed him pay the price of his life.

Shangguan Qiuyu said that once the success is ten thousand bones, in a war, where are the immortals, besides, isn't there a pile of white bones under the feet of every successful person?

300,000, 3 million, is just a drop in the ocean for the world.

In the last life, Shangguan Qiuyu's favorite poem, that is Qiu Sheng's "Men's Walk", everyone can enjoy it together.

"Men's Walk" is a saint

Yan Huangdi, many heroes, with one enemy and a hundred people are not afraid.?

People are not cowardly, Qiu Bixue, look at my Chinese man's blood.

The blood of a boy is self-heroic, and his pride runs through his chest and heart like iron.

Carrying a golden knife in his hand, wearing a white jade jue, hungry for a beautiful chieftain, thirsty for Rakshasa blood.

Children's love, and throw it away, Hanhai Zhi, only this decision.

The man travels thousands of miles with his sword, and he cuts Hu Qi all the way for thousands of miles.

Flying war songs on the shores of the Aegean Sea, songs and songs are my congratulations to China.

Dancing steel knives in the city of Tokyo, the swords are stained with the blood of Japanese slaves.?

Liban Chaozhi, keep the Su Wu Festival, sing Wu Mu words, and do Yi Shui Bei.

Fallen leaves Xiao Xiao, strong blood hot, cold wind like a knife, sad songs.

And the horse crossed the Tianshan Mountains as fast as possible, and swept the library page with a longbow.

The iron ship went straight down to Sydney Bay and broke through the North Sea night with one shot.

The West Yi luck has been extinct, and the Han Dynasty is like Zhongtian.?

Fight for 100,000 heroes and courage, swear to paint the world with the same Chinese color, when the time comes, drink Luoyang wine together, drunk Mingyue.

Men should be violent. Things and benevolence do not stand. Men should kill people, and kill mercilessly.

Immortal karma is all in killing.

In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised.

The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather.

There are also heroes and tyrants, killing people like hemp,

gallop around the world, only boasting about swords and guns.

If you want to find this kind of now, you will fish for the moon shadow in vain.

You don't see,

The erection of Confucianism raised the strong man to die, and Shenzhou boasted of benevolence and righteousness from then on.

Once the Central Plains was chaotic, the scholars ran to the cowardly people and wept.

I want to learn from the old style and regain my heroic spirit.

Fame is the same as dung, and those who disdain benevolence ridicule.

Wearing an iron sword, he kills in a fit of rage.

Cut the shares and drink wine, talk and laugh.

Kill the enemy for thousands of miles, and be willing to spend ten weeks.

Specializing in the light of the field, and the knot of the dark love.

Heading out of the west gate, the twilight people turned back.

The god was tired and slept, and the battle horn suddenly blew.

Simon said goodbye to his mother, but his mother was not sad.

The body is sweaty, and the boy will not return.

Killing the world, the tragedy shocked the underworld.

Kill one person in three steps, and your heart stops.

The blood flowed thousands of miles, and the corpse pillowed Qianxun Mountain.

The strong man fought and slept with the corpse of the enemy.

In the dream, it is still murderous, and the smile reflects the spring light.

Daughter Mo Xiang asked, why is the man fierce?

In ancient times, benevolence and virtue were exclusive to harming people, and morality has never been true.

You don't see,

The lion and tiger prey has gained prestige, but who has pity on the poor elk?

The world has always been strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain.

Jun Xiu asked, men have their own men.

Men should be violent. Things and benevolence do not stand.

Men are in the killing arena, as bold as a bear and as a wolf.

If you are born as a man, you will kill people, and you will not teach a man's body to wrap a woman's heart.

Men never show mercy to themselves, and they laugh at their opponents.

There are 100 battlefields in the field of revenge, and there are weeds everywhere.

The boy does not tremble, there is a song to listen to:

Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male.

Xiong Zhong Xiong, the Tao is different:

See through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but make this life heroic.

Good name does not love bad name, and murder is not punished.

It is better to teach ten thousand people to grit their teeth and hate, and not to teach nothing to scold my name.

Looking at the world for 5,000 years, where heroes do not kill?

My generation is a hot-blooded and good man, but he can lose to the ancients today?

The Son shall build for me, and I shall sing for the Son.?

Beckoning to the gulls and birds on the seaside, look at the cloud dream in my chest, how about the mustard?

Life matters, heaven pays, and whirling.?

A few people looked at each other and smiled drunk.

Seeing that the clouds have passed, I am afraid of the years, and I throw it away.

Persuade the son and hold the candle, for the good spring.

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