Eternal Gate

This is the second time Zhao Yun has received the Emperor's Sword.

As for the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, he also saw off the second one with his own eyes.

It was still the majestic pass, or the border of the Tang Dynasty. He walked up the city wall step by step.

The difference from back then was that now, at a glance, there was almost no familiar general. Marshal Canglong, Marshal Yanling, and Marshal Longqi in his memory all died on the battlefield when the princes rebelled.

Although the old friend has gone, the mountains and rivers are still there.

He would defend every inch of land behind him on the battlefield back then.

"Uncle Master."

After many years, Zhao Yun felt warmer when he heard this title again.

It's Mingyu, he is still alive, but he walks with a limp and his left sleeve is still empty.

"That time I was ambushed by the enemy. I broke my right leg and lost my left arm."

“You’re already like this, and you’re still working so hard?”

"Uncle, isn't it the same? We haven't seen him for just a few years, and his hair has turned white."

An uncle and a nephew, one on the left and one on the right, stood at the city gate, looking at the enemy troops outside the city and talking about old times.

Things are different and people are different. It is a state of mind that cannot be explained or explained.

Only those who have truly experienced that battle can know how bleak the wind is tonight.

kill!

Reflecting the first ray of dawn, the lengthy sound of war drums resounded through the borders of the Tang Dynasty.

The enemy army has attacked the city, and millions of soldiers are like a vast ocean, rushing toward the border.

This battle lasted from early morning to nightfall, turning the magnificent Xiongguan into blood.

"Those who destroy the city will be granted the title of Marquis of ten thousand households."

The methods used by King Wei to boost morale were also applicable to the Black Ancient Dynasty.

Once the war started, there would be overwhelming cries of killing almost every day.

Human life... is like a piece of grass, written into a **** truth in the brutal fighting.

The Tang army suffered heavy casualties. The city was defeated several times and recaptured several times.

It was their desperate struggle that defended the border city.

"Well done to you, Zhao Zilong."

Emperor Heigu gritted his teeth and his liver and gallbladder burst with hatred.

Besides anger, there is also a bit of depression and melancholy.

Intelligence said that more than 80% of the elites of the Tang Dynasty had been killed or injured when the princes rebelled.

But now after a fierce battle, the Tang army's combat effectiveness was far more powerful than expected. His millions of soldiers attacked fiercely for more than half a month, but not only failed to break through the city gate, but also suffered heavy casualties.

He placed all this debt on Zhao Yun.

As the ancients said, if one general is incompetent, the three armies will be exhausted.

If the handsome man swallows the mountains and rivers, it will be another story.

Now on the border of the Tang Dynasty, plays like this are being performed. Zhao Zilong, holding the Emperor's Sword, pushed the morale of the Tang army to its peak. Each of them was not a madman, but better than a madman.

At night, the cold wind was biting, and the border city wall was in a mess.

It must be that we are too tired, and too many soldiers are sleeping with their weapons in their arms.

The one who couldn't sleep was Zhao Yun, who stood like a monument on the city wall.

"Reinforcements will take a few more days." After a long time, I heard him speak slowly.

In the past, Mingyu, as the deputy general, would have responded immediately.

But today, it took a long time for him to answer, "Uncle, there are no reinforcements."

Zhao Yun said nothing, only raised his eyes slightly, looking at the vast starry sky through the misty nothingness.

He wanted to see Datang's luck, but for these few moments, his vision was blurry.

Unable to see clearly, the brilliance in his eyes was dispersing bit by bit along with the snowflakes.

Mingyu sat down, lowered his head, and said nothing for a long time.

The Tang Dynasty was in decline, and all countries were invading the borders, and no more reinforcements could be mobilized.

He missed it very much, and missed the time of the previous emperor, when the whole country fought hard against the king of Wei.

Today, many years later, almost all of those invincible generals are no longer alive.

However, when the country was at its weakest, the suffering and troubled Tang Dynasty ushered in the greatest catastrophe.

"Whoever kills Zhao Zilong will be crowned king immediately."

Emperor Heigu had a short temper, and before it was fully dark, he was already pointing his sword at the border of the Tang Dynasty.

The sound of gold and iron horses shook the heaven and earth, and a sea of ​​people surged outside the city.

war!

The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were boiling with blood, and they were like steel nails stuck in the city wall.

In this battle, battle flags fell down one after another, and even the blowing wind was dyed red.

People are here...the city is here.

The Great Wall, made of blood and bones, protected the border.

That night, reinforcements finally came, but there was only one person.

The old man Xuanji is much older than he was back then, and his eyes are already cloudy.

"Yun Lan passed away." This was the first thing he said when he sat next to Zhao Yun.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun slowly stopped bringing the wine bottle to his mouth and spilled the wine on the ground.

He was very calm. The departure of his old friends one by one made him unable to remember how high-spirited he was back then.

"How long can you last with this breath?" The old man Xuanji handed over another bottle of wine.

"Always leave some stories for future generations." Zhao Yun's eyes lost their luster again.

kill!

Kill me!

From an unknown date, the soldiers guarding the border fell in love with the night.

Because at dawn, the enemy troops outside the city will pounce on us like wolves.

They were all warriors. None of them retreated, but fell on the wall of the border gate.

"Senior, this junior respects you."

He was still under the city tower, and he was still sitting on the stone steps, drinking alone.

However, next to him, there was no more mysterious old man, only a lonely wine bottle.

The only reinforcement left, died to protect him, and was pierced through the chest by an enemy assassin.

The snow was still falling, covering the bones, but it could not drive away the darkness in Zhao Yun's eyes.

Blind, in this cold and windy night, his eyes, Zhao Zilong's, had no light.

"You little kid, why are you walking without looking at the road?"

When he lost his footing and almost fell, a person stepped forward to help him.

In a few words, the man spoke very gently, and felt warm in his ears.

"Master, why are you here?" Zhao Yun grabbed the man's hand gropingly.

"As a disciple, I protect my family and my country. How can I not come here as a teacher?" Coach Lin smiled gently.

The Lin family's marksmanship is not a peerless martial arts skill.

But the man holding the gun is a tough man.

When he arrived, he had no intention of leaving. He only wanted to carry the national flag beside his disciple.

In the first battle, Rang died at the city gate, but the Tang Dynasty's handsome flag he was holding on to remained standing at the top of the city.

puff!

Zhao Yun finally breathed out and fell into a pool of blood.

It wasn't until he fell that he truly realized that God's punishment was a **** disaster with cause and effect.

He is an evil star, a living disaster that will kill everyone related to him.

"Uncle, I'm home."

Mingyu took the Emperor's Sword, selected several old veterans, and sent Zhao Yun out of the city. The general who controlled the country in the Tang Dynasty was invincible in every attack and invincible in all battles. He did not want Zhao Zilong in the historical records to lose any of his battles. In the final battle at the border of the Tang Dynasty, he would fight for his uncle.