The sky was dark, the sun was setting in the west, Chu Zhuang held the remnant gun and strode forward.

Su Heng and the others followed, it was a little late in the dark, and the day was too long.

At this time, the monk has long lost the whiteness when he first saw him, and the white linen robe has become a shabby and tattered clothes, if it weren't for the ring scar on the top of his head that is still conspicuous, I am afraid that he would have been regarded as a down-and-out beggar.

On the contrary, it was Su Heng, after the ghost crystal entered the body, the black and brown of the skin seemed to be completely sucked away, and turned palpitating white, like a terminally ill patient, who was about to stop breathing in the next breath.

The palpitating silence was broken by the sound of horses' hooves.

The ears were full of deafening horse hooves, but the cavalry did not make the slightest sound, when this group of cavalry approached, Su Heng found that these cavalry were no longer young, and there was hoarfrost climbing up and dispersing.

The killing intent that oppresses people's hearts is like a spear that soars into the sky, and wherever it passes, it kills like autumn.

Even Su Heng, who has been in Beiji all the year round, is secretly frightened, the momentum of the three hundred veterans in front of him is not much worse than that of Beiji's group of veterans, and the combat power is amazing!

"Boom!"

The thunder rolled, and the strong wind blew down the grass beneath his feet.

When the cavalry came to the three zhang in front of Su Heng, they stopped in place again, changing from extremely dynamic to extremely quiet, such a change in momentum made the monk who was caught off guard couldn't help but snort.

"Zheng Zheng!"

The iron armor rubbed, the spear pointed to the sky, the cavalry leader dismounted, walked in front of Chu Zhuang, and gave a military salute to Chu Zhuang, "General!"

"How much is left?" Chu Zhuang asked firmly, but bitterly, holding the remnant gun in his hand.

"There are a total of thirty-seven waves of offensive in the direction of Jushou, eight hundred and ninety-four brothers were killed and wounded, and 1,326 dead soldiers of the other side were killed, and twenty-three people still passed through the blockade line, and I sent twenty-three brothers, none of whom returned the army!"

Chu Zhuang had no wind to spare, and he solemnly placed the remnant gun in his hand in the man's hand, "Next, there will be a fierce battle! Before that, bury all the brothers!"

"Yes!"

Every word was like a sharp sword, stabbing into Su Heng's heart fiercely, and the monk was also moved when he heard this.

With their intelligence, even if it is just a few words, they can guess an approximate idea.

......

The wind blew from the southeast, the green mountains and green grass, the water gurgling, and more than 300 cavalrymen made several trips back and forth before all the corpses were transported here, and the east was already white when it was completely over.

"This mountain is famous in the north. "In front of the green mountain, Chu Zhuang's beard is gray, he has no armor, just a dirty robe, the wind blows, desolate and desolate.

"The soldiers under my command were expelled from the Zewei Army, and their reputation has changed to the Northern ...... since then"

"The soul of the Chu army is in Beiji, and I hope that the northern army will take this as the soul ......"

The wind is sluggish, the horse is neighing, Chu Zhuang is like a widowed old farmer, slumped in front of the green mountain, his face is withered, and his mouth is chattering, and the words pierce people's hearts. The more than 1,000 old comrades-in-arms who came out together back then are now only 300 left, how can they not break their hearts and intestines?

Su Heng didn't say a word, his chest was blocked, which reminded him of the group of soldiers in Beiji, facing the yellow sand all day long, but living like a farmer, where is there still the slightest bit of a soldier?

I'm afraid of death, I'm really afraid of death.

The dead don't feel anything, but the living suffer all day long, so what these soldiers are most afraid of is death, not for themselves, but for the old comrades-in-arms around them.

The Wangbei Army, an army that was expelled by the Ministry of War, has no number, and God knows what it has relied on to hold on until now.

The monk closed his eyes, folded his hands, and silently chanted the scriptures, he knew that the scriptures could not transcend the soul, but he still chose to do so, just for peace of mind.

He thought of his master, who had been chanting all day long, and finally understood what the meaning behind his master's chanting was real.

I've seen all things in the world...... Chanting sutras is only for the stability of the heart and the eternal will of the Buddha.

Half a day has passed since the burial in Qingshan.

Chu Zhuang covered the last layer of soil, and then slowly got up, the wind blew through his beard and gray hair, and the whole person seemed to be ten years old.

"The sun sets and the goal is to live a long life!"

It was already noon, and the three hundred cavalry had brought enough meat, and Su Heng had also received a large piece of beef, which was enough for him to share with the monk.

"The vast galaxy rushed into the sky, and the spear was thirty thousand miles. Don't ask the sky to ask the ghosts and gods, look at the soul of the north and don't bow their heads......"

One person tore open the mud seal of the wine jar, laughed and sang as soon as he drank it, and the rest of the sergeants were similar, in front of the green mountain, the green water and the breeze were clear, but it was thick and inexplicable.

Chu Zhuang also brought a jar of wine and put it in front of Su Heng, "Drink, after drinking this wine, if you can't get into Jushou, it will be the last wine for you and me!"

Su Heng was silent, he knew that the road ahead was difficult and dangerous, this Wangbei army of more than 1,000 people, in order to let him enter Jushou safely, now there are only 300 people left, and this place is still more than 500 miles away from Jushou, and I don't know how many people are waiting in front of him......

This trip, for most people, is the last journey!

"Monk, do you want to take a detour into Jushou. You are a disciple of Mount Landa, and no one in the world dares to be disrespectful to you. Su Heng opened his mouth quietly, and then raised his head and poured a large mouthful of wine into his stomach.

The monk looked at Su Heng, he knew that Su Heng was telling the truth, Landa Mountain, the holy land of the world, admired by everyone, and there was no need to worry about being threatened by his life.

"Why do you have to go to Jushou?" The monk did not answer directly, but asked Su Heng, this wild man has been talking about going to Jushou quickly, going to Jushou quickly. Jushou is so dangerous, why do you have to go?

"Because I'm going to study, I'm going to study for the first time in the world!" Su Heng took a sip of wine and looked at the sky, a stream of clouds fluttering silently.

"There is no place in the world to study except Jushou? Is it really so important to be the first in the world?" The monk asked more and more urgently, he didn't understand why such a soldier knew that there was a dead end in front of him, and still insisted on breaking in? Shouldn't it be how far and how far to detour?

Su Heng was silent for a moment, and then smiled brightly, "Because this is what the old iron head told me, there is the best teacher in Jushou." Back then, my disarming battalion was the first cavalry in the world, so if I become the second in the world, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for me to disarm the battalion?"

"So you asked me to take a detour, are you afraid that I will rob you of your wine to drink?" the monk snatched the wine jar from Su Heng's hand and killed the small half of the jar in one go, "I'm still waiting to take you back to Rota Mountain and find the master to cure your ghost crystal disaster." ”

"You have to remember, if you drink, you have to score half of me!"

The monk's face was filled with a smell of wine, and he looked at Su Heng very seriously.

Su Heng was stunned for a while, and suddenly smiled, "You drunkard monk, you are so shameless, you want to drink and say such a fair and honest reason!"

"Hahaha......"

Chu Zhuang looked at the two laughing people, and a wave of remembrance surged in his heart, when he entered the barracks at the beginning of the year, the comrades-in-arms around him were all like this.

Brother life and death, it should be like this!

In the evening, three hundred cavalry gathered together, surrounding Chuzhuang and Monk Su Heng in the middle, except for the occasional neighing of war horses, there was no other sound.

Everyone clenched the spears in their hands, they all knew that it was time to fight again for Beiji!

Twenty years ago, I fought it!

Twenty years later, why not fight again?

The sun was setting slowly and heavily, and after another half hour, the sun finally sank completely into the western mountains.

The sound of horses' hooves exploded, rolling like muffled thunder, and the whole green mountain seemed to tremble. Everyone was hidden in the darkness, and rushed towards the city in the northeast that left the Chu capital!

At this moment, it seemed to reflect the sound of horses' hooves, and a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and the electric snake instantly hit the top of the head from the sky, followed by a heavy rain and poured down.

Spring is over, and the first rainstorm of summer is coming as scheduled!

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At this time, Jushou is not as quiet as in the night rain.

Whether it is the inner city or the outer city, it seems to know that this night is extraordinary, the lights are bright, as if something is waiting.

The 30,000 city guards were divided into two groups, one gathered at the city gate, and the other group patrolled the city. This is the first time in twenty years that all 30,000 city guards have gathered!

The rain was pouring down, and in an inconspicuous courtyard in the inner city, an old man with a white beard and chest stood under the eaves, looking at the red sky in the southwest, and couldn't help but sigh,

"What should come is always coming......"

At this time, a middle-aged man came out of the back room, "Father, is someone from Beiji really coming to Jushou?"

"Yes, someone is coming to Jushou!"

There seemed to be a glow brewing in the old man's eyes, but it quickly went out.

"The news from the Taishi Mansion says that there are already many people along the road to intercept them, how strong do the people of Beiji have to be to get Jushou?"

"Taishi, the person who survived twenty years ago is just a person who survived by luck, Beiji back then, but he killed all the Jushou City......" The old man waved his hand, turned around and entered the back room, "You go and prepare, and go out with me tomorrow." ”

"Yes. The middle-aged man glanced back at the southwest, where the electric snakes were dancing wildly, and the blood was soaring, as if there was a shocking demon who wanted to break through the shackles and come to Jushou.

"Squeak. The sound of the door closing softly, in the majestic rain, seemed extraordinarily peaceful.

The door was closed, and the courtyard was dark.

Outside the courtyard, there are still six-fold courtyards around, but although the lights are bright, it is empty.

At the main entrance of the outermost courtyard, a huge plaque hangs high.

Three big characters in the book - Taiwei Mansion!