The wind blew the lilac dress of the man in the city, his beautiful and delicate face was a little pale, and he didn't even touch his hands when the wind blew his hair away, and those eyes were much deeper than a few months ago, which made people feel a chill inexplicably rise in their hearts.

"You're still here!" she said softly, even though he was far away, he still heard it, and the words were in his ears, and the words were in his heart.

"Don't come to harm?" Xia Xuehan was speechless for a while, and didn't know what to say, so he was silent for a long time before he spoke.

The woman on the city tower seemed to have a lot of helplessness and struggle in her eyes, and she didn't have the joy of reuniting after a long absence, and said lightly: "That person once said that if you send troops to come, you will definitely not be able to cross the first-line gorge, and there is no need to arrange soldiers and horses in this city;

Xia Xuehan held the halberd in his hand, tilted his head to look at the person, and said, "Then why are you standing here again?" His eyes turned to the woman's beautiful face, and there was no ripple in his words.

"This was what I wanted to come, besides, besides, that person said that I am here, maybe worth an army of 100,000!" The cold wind blew, and even Xia Xuehan couldn't help but shiver, but the thinly clothed woman didn't even frown.

"Are you here to kill me?" she asked, and he was silent.

The woman upstairs in the city was a little gloomy between her eyebrows, and said: "Gusu Mu Mansion was destroyed by fire overnight, and I picked up your Hanzi Jade Order in the ruins, and I received news not long ago that my father and brother were killed in Poyang Lake, and you were also in Poyang Lake that day!" The woman paused and continued, "You, do you want to say something?"

"Hahaha......" Xia Xuehan looked up to the sky and laughed, making this already bleak city even more desolate, and said after a long time: "You already know the answer, don't you?

"If I believed you in Hanshan Temple that day, wouldn't we meet in this way today?" Mu Yuhan asked in a low voice, but he didn't know whether he was asking that person or asking himself, "Along the way, I have experienced a lot, but it has gradually blurred, I can't see clearly the person who drove away the thief for me at the Jinling Ferry for the first time, the person who took me to sacrifice my life in Hengyang City, the person who lived and died with me in Yandang Mountain, the person who seized the eight-tone treasure box, the person who destroyed my whole family and killed my father and brother. These people may have the same face, but they don't know which one is real. ”

Xia Xuehan didn't speak, just looked at her and sneered, in the twilight rain in the south of the Yangtze River, in that season of obscene rain, what did he get with his life? gratitude, suspicion, or simply concluded that it was him.

On that day, Hanshan Temple was the enemy of the whole world, and he didn't ask the world to believe him, but the partner he exchanged for his life, the person who lived and died together all the way didn't even give him a trusting look.

"If you turn back the clock and meet me for the first time, will you kill me?" Even Mu Yuhan himself felt so pathetic, an eight-tone treasure box connected two people who had never known each other together, and made two people who lived and died together like strangers, and even didn't share the sky.

"There is no if in the world, if it is just the solace you seek after making a mistake!" Xia Xue said coldly, saying that she wanted to dominate fate, but in the end, wasn't she played by fate?

Mu Yuhan laughed self-deprecatingly, "Is it wrong? I can't see clearly or through your heart after all!" At this point, no one can tell whose fault it is, maybe as long as she has a word and a look that day, there will be a different ending!

It is difficult to believe in a person, sometimes it is not that you don't want to believe, but you don't dare to believe it, for fear that after entrusting one of your hearts to another person, that heart will be nowhere to be found after being betrayed.

Xia Xuehan's eyes were inexplicably desolate and sad, and he said lightly: "You still don't want to believe me after all, even if it's half a point!"

Mu Yuhan said: "Maybe our meeting was a beautiful mistake!"

Xia Xue looked up at the sky coldly, the time was not early, and he didn't know if Qi Henghai was still alive. That person, even if he himself is not sure of victory, Qi Henghai is to Yun Yifan, for example, Ren Tianxing is to Xia Xuehan, maybe it will be the same fiasco.

"I don't want to mention the past, I Xia Xuehan is worthy of asking myself, you ...... Get out of the way!" he let out of the way.

"What a worthy heart, a righteous and awe-inspiring Xue Han son. Whether it was false or sincere to sacrifice my life for the rescue that day, I don't have the strength to see it clearly, this Nan'an, I'll give it to you!" Mu Yuhan looked up to the sky and laughed, but it was clearly visible that two lines of tears rolled down her pale cheeks and dissipated in the wind. What made her feel sad was not only the muddy world, but also the encounter with him.

The lilac dress was raised by the cold wind, and the skirt fluttered, like a butterfly in late autumn, unable to find a place to return, but afraid that it would disappear in the cold wind at any time, she did not say another word, turned away, and disappeared into the lonely city.

Many years later, it was said that Xia Xuehan, the king of Langya, entered Nan'an City single-handedly, scared away the 100,000 troops stationed there, and won the city without much effort. It is also rumored that Nan'an was an empty city that day, and there was only one person in the city who was lonelier than the city in the wasteland.

But most of the descendants believe in the first version.

As for what happened, no one really knew in later generations, but the battle in which he captured Nan'an City without spending a single soldier was praised by later generations, and later generations of famous generals all went out to fight with this as their goal. When later generations of literati and writers relied on Nan'an, they wrote countless poems to commemorate this famous general, the most famous of which is the poem "Desert Snow Song Langya King Breaking the Army":

"The great river flows eastward, I look alone, the stars are dawning, and the snow is on the journey. Flick your fingers to succeed in Nan'andi, look at the dust and call it lonely, and the future generations will talk about honor and disgrace, how many are romantic characters?

I can only sigh that the country is the same, who remembers, the white clothes are unparalleled, the foreign workers and martial arts, the anger swallows the hundred and two wolf tooth moon, the jade flute is full of returns, and the Chang'an dance is missed. The ancient road is yellow and the bones are dry, the man is not afraid of the jealousy of the sky, the sword slashes the enemy chief on the day of return, and the bottle is raised, and the heart is square. ”

That day, after Xia Xuehan led the army into the city, there was no superfluous words, as if he had lost something, and after arranging Xu Yi to lead three thousand troops to defend the city, he led people to leave in a hurry, and there was more coldness in those deep eyes that made the soul tremble.

Outside the city of Heyang, there were already corpses strewn all over the field, the upside-down banner was stained with blood and tattered, countless corpses were lying on this field that was colder than hell, the horses neighed weakly, and the warriors let out a hoarse roar.

Yun Yifan stood on the city tower, looking at the Xia army who was surrounded by groups, but there was no joy in his eyes, and he muttered: "I can't stop you from capturing Nan'an, it's just 20,000 troops, but don't want to go back alive." I don't know who won this time. ”

There were only more than 100 Xia soldiers left under the leadership of Qi Henghai, and they were surrounded by groups at this time, and the iron cavalry led by Bai Qiuyang was surrounded on the innermost side. The two horses were connected by iron chains, and on the iron chains were thistles made of steel, slowly dripping blood.

The remaining more than 100 Xia soldiers did not have the slightest fear, staring at those Liao people like wild wolves, their eyes had already turned red, and the steel knives in their hands were almost curled, but their faces did not show the slightest hint of cringe. A blood-stained banner was clustered in the middle, the original snow-white battle flag was no longer bright, but the word "snow" embroidered with gold wire in the middle of the banner was like a fire, burning in the hearts of every Xia soldier, even if the battle was the most difficult, this flag never fell.

Even if you fight to the last person, even if you shed the last drop of blood, as long as there is still one person left, the battle flag cannot fall, the battle flag is the soul of the soldier, but also the faith of the soldier.

"This time I'm like you, there are no reinforcements, no way out, fighting, is the only way to survive!"

Qi Henghai's face was already covered with blood, and the last words that Xia Xuehan said to him before leaving vaguely came to his ears. He looked back at the soldiers who were already at the end of the crossbow, and his heart was as tough as he couldn't help but be a little shaken, would the general really rush over?

Bai Qiuyang snorted coldly, pointed at Qi Henghai and said: "While you still have a breath, surrender obediently, and spare your life to ensure your prosperity and wealth for the rest of your life!"

"Phew!" Qi Henghai spat at Bai Qiuyang, and raised his head and said: "The eldest husband died on the battlefield, fortunately, he would rather die than surrender to Liaogou!"

"Hmph, you have some backbone, but have you asked your soldiers what they mean, they may not want to bury you!" Bai Qiuyang sneered.

Qi Henghai turned his head, his eyes swept over the resolute faces, his heart was a little sour, and he just wanted to say something, only to hear the hundred soldiers shouting in unison: "I'd rather die than surrender!"

The voice was a little hoarse, but it made the Liao soldiers who were surrounded by them feel a chill in their hearts, is there really such an army in the world? Fierce and not afraid of death, for the belief in the heart to shed the last drop of blood, no matter how loyal the army, among tens of thousands of people, there will always be some people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, but there is no one in this army, not a single person.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, what are you afraid of!" Qi Henghai held the blood-stained lance in front of him, and an awe-inspiring smile appeared on a blood-stained face.

Qi Henghai's left rib didn't know when there was a terrifying wound, the red and white ribs were clearly visible, and blood flowed out like an infusion. Qi Henghai tore off a piece of the placket of his shirt, wound the wound a few times, and finally tied a dead knot, I don't know if the force was too great, touching the bones, he actually roared in pain. Immediately, the blood-red eyes looked at Bai Qiuyang again, Bai Qiuyang held the big knife tightly in his hand, and looked at him like a prey.

At this moment, I can only hear the "whirring" sound of the flag being torn apart by the wind, the silence is terrifying, thousands of troops and horses, life and death have nothing to say!

Bai Qiuyang snorted coldly, and slapped the horse with a big knife in his hand, the black light in his hand seemed to come from the ghost fire of the hell and the netherworld, making people's scalps tingle and shuddering.

Qi Henghai was like a predatory tiger, jumping up and swooping down towards Bai Qiuyang, the lance in his hand was like a silver snake spitting out a letter and forcing towards Bai Qiuyang.

Bai Qiuyang didn't dare to hold it up, and he fought with Qi Henghai in a blink of an eye, both of them were famous generals who were not born in the world, although Qi Henghai was seriously injured, but he still couldn't beat him in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, the two had already fought for forty or fifty moves.

This book is from the Book King