Yiyun could only curse Xubai Ze in his heart, his face slowly changed from red to pale, his spirit was blurred, and his body was on the verge of collapse, in short: he was going to die.

My mind was in a mess, and the plots of the YY novels I had read before were presented, and at this time, what should I think? By the way, I should think of something that would cheer me up.

So Yiyun tried his best to stabilize his mind, put away his curses, and began to pretend to be desperate according to those bloody plots: Are you going to die? Is it just like this? I haven't found a girlfriend to take home to see my parents, does my mother's old rheumatism hurt more on a rainy day? Does my father always cough?......

Thinking of the old faces of his parents, Yiyun came to his senses, and at the same time shouted in his heart: I can't die! Yes, I can't die yet, my parents, and my friends of my second cousin-in-law of seven aunts, eight aunts and nine aunts are still waiting for my ancestors to go back.

Sure enough, he was surprisingly angry, his face full of anger became hideous, and his pale face became more and more pale against the background of the moonlight.

Sure enough, like those immortal protagonists, he was full of power, and then roared unwillingly: "I haven't invited my sister to eat thirteen yuan of spicy hot!"

Sure enough, he broke free of the dark shadow's claws and picked up the peachwood sword.

Sure enough, at this time, the peachwood sword emitted a dazzling light.

"Boom!"

With a bang, the entangled person and demon were scattered by an irresistible huge force, and sure enough, Yiyun spurted out a mouthful of old blood and fainted.

The night was getting deeper.

In a daze, Yiyun found himself suspended in the air of a gray-white bridge, on the pillars, rows of mighty lion carvings were particularly conspicuous, and the bridge deck was covered with the corpses of soldiers wearing ancient armor, as well as countless stumps and broken arms...... Blood flowed all over the ground, staining the entire bridge deck red.

Shouts of fighting and desperate wails resounded all around.

Yiyun was so surprised that he wanted to scream, but found that he couldn't make the slightest sound, and his whole body couldn't move as if he had been immobilized under a spell.

I can only watch the tragic battles under my feet:

The sergeants on the side of the bridge rushed towards the enemy one after another, brandishing broadswords and spears and fighting bloodily, one fell, and the other went up, and those sergeants were covered with arrows, and the moment they fell, they still shouted slogans, which was extremely tragic!

The blood-red sunset gradually faded, and the inky night crept in.

The two sides fell into a stalemate, and they kept fighting on the bridge.

In the face of the enemy carrying the plaster flag, you can't retreat a single step, otherwise, the country will be ruined, and the corpses will be everywhere.

Rushing forward desperately, blood splattered

Soldiers, once they set foot on the battlefield, are ready to give their lives at any time.

The battle lasted from night to day, and the light of the sunrise reflected the entire battlefield, and large chunks of white-hot blood stained like fire, condensed through the morning mist, showing patches of purple.

The general wearily wielded his somewhat sluggish halberd, and there were constantly people behind him who were seriously wounded and fell to the ground, but the vacant positions were always filled quickly.

The general stabbed straight through the heavy armor of the enemy with the halberd in his hand, piercing the enemy entirely, he kicked away the corpse hanging on the halberd and looked left and right, the brother on the left had an arrow stuck in his right arm, but he still slashed desperately with his unskilled left hand, his face was hideous, and the brother on the right was red-eyed, roaring loudly, and even bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

The non-stop battle exhausted everyone to the extreme, and the general swept away the halberd, killing a group of enemy soldiers carrying plaster flags, and he shouted: "Brothers, we cannot retreat a single step, and behind us are our fathers, elders, wives and daughters! Although many of us have fallen, we will never see our familiar relatives again, and we will never return to our hometown that haunts our dreams, but standing here, we must use our blood and body to resist!"

"Fight, fight, fight!" shouted "Fight, fight!"

The general looked at the surging enemy troops in front of him, raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers, are you afraid of death?"

"Don't be afraid!" the deafening answer resounded through the rivers and mountains.

The general pointed the halberd at the enemy: "Report the king's intention on the golden platform, and carry the jade dragon to die for the king." ”

"Roar, roar, roar!" replied to him with the earth-shattering roar behind him.

"Fight to the last man...... Kill, kill, kill!"

The plaster flags that obscured the sky and the sun, and the swarming enemy troops, flooded the entire bridge like a tide.

In the end, the young general directly waved his halberd and pounced, stained with blood, his head never lowered under the armor, his rigid body stood, and he still held the banner when he died.

......

The wind was blowing, and the wind began to howl, as if to awaken the souls of the dead bones.

Yiyun read this story that belonged to the bridge, and burst into tears, and a spirit called indomitable spread in his heart......

Forge ahead, overwhelm the enemy, never be subjugated by the enemy, and continue to fight no matter what the hardships and hardships are, as long as there is one person left. Such a thrilling scene of persistent belief and fierce battle was deeply shocking.

The broken flute slowly flew in front of him, Yiyun took it, put it to his mouth, and blew it gently: the phantom of the spear and sharp knife, mixed with a trace of blood, flew out of the broken flute and shot into the distant sky. The next moment, the melodious sound of the flute echoed on the battlefield, like playing a soul-calling song, telling the lost military soul the direction of return.

Awakening from his coma, Yoshiyun felt as if he had had had a long dream, in which the flames of war were raging, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the blood was flowing like a river, ethereal and so real. Feeling a wet piece of his face, he reached out and wiped it, his heart was still a little bitter, and there was a hot and severe pain in his chest, and the feeling of pain made him grin.

What about the monsters? Yiyun quickly stood up, the black shadow knelt on the bridge not far away, it had begun to become a little thin and transparent, his black eyes were as round as ink, staring at Yiyun, and his bloody mouth kept roaring; Yiyun was so frightened that his hands and feet trembled, and he hurriedly jumped a few steps back, and clenched the peachwood sword in his hand.

The surrounding blood-colored glimmer became brighter and brighter, and the figure of the monster became more transparent, and after a while, it dissipated into a thin blood mist, and the blood mist slowly became thicker, and the monster underground disappeared suddenly.

In the blood mist, Yiyun once again appeared in the situation just now: exactly the same war scene, swords and swords, flesh and blood flying.

Yiyun, who was awake again, looked into the dark shadow, and suddenly saw a fallen stone lion shrouded in the blood mist.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Yiyun looked puzzled, and at this time, Kaka got out of his arms, and as soon as his black body stretched out in the air, it turned into four words: The enemy army has retreated!

"The enemy has ......retreated," Yiyun read out incomprehensibly, and the stone lion suddenly jumped up, and at the same time, the diffuse blood mist suddenly formed a black shadow again.

The black shadow trembled violently, and his red eyes were full of excitement and pride. Then the black shadow soared into the air and pounced on Yiyun again.

"Come back!what's the situation!" Yiyun turned around and ran, his body suddenly condensed, unable to move at all, and when he looked down, he saw that the black shadow turned into a blood mist and poured into the demon gourd he hung on his waist.

"Smack!"

After the blood mist was closed, he looked at it again, and there was the bloodstained stone lion in his arms, and he understood for a while: the military spirits of those soldiers who died in battle, soaked in blood, were pinned on this stone lion, and they have been watching here for many years.

Hey, I hope that the morning sun will always shine on my land, and don't forget the blood of the martyrs!

Yiyun hugged the stone lion and thought to himself: I can't do anything for you, I can only find a Guandi Temple, secretly put you in it, and let you get some incense by the way.

Thinking like this, he felt the stone lion in his arms tremble slightly.