Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Rain falls, blood splatters five steps!

The sword returns to its sheath...

The pattering raindrops fell on Yan Ce's head.

Yan Ce raised his eyes and glanced, the cold white moon seemed to have turned into a turbid yellow, he had no strength and did not want to mend the knife for Uncle Wang who had been slashed twice in a row, the rib that was hit seemed to be broken, or Broken?It doesn't matter anyway.

"The head of the enemy has been defeated..." he said.

silence.

There was still the movement of rain falling in the air. After a short period of sluggishness, the soldiers who lost their faith opened their mouths to say something, but after opening their mouths, they failed to make a sound. There was another long silence, and they let go of their weapons.

The rain fell on the blood-stained land. The life and death of the strongest national martyr at the beginning is unknown. The royal family of hundreds of battles who once dominated the army of Yan State, the last leader of Yan State has lost his last chance.

"Tick-tock-"

What fell into the soil along the fingertips could no longer tell whether it was rain or blood.

"Is this the miracle you never believed in...?"

Anyone is a pawn that can be discarded when necessary, but not all royal families think like this. Trust, family affection, friendship, love... are all existences that can escape the shackles.

Yu Ji pressed her legs against the dirt, letting the rain moisten her knees, which were stained black.

The Assassin Jis restrained part of the Yan army that had already surrendered, and gradually approached Yan Ce.

If Yan Xuan is Yu Ji's eternal nightmare, Yan Ce will prove that he can break through the terrible confinement, no matter how many times Uncle Wang can stand up——

It doesn't matter.

On the side, Yan Ce stretched out his right hand that could still be lifted.

A smile, like a glimmer of hope.

……

……

Under the dragon city.

The tentative first battle between the two sides has ended.

Mao Dun stepped on the enemy's corpse and tore off a piece of cooking cake and swallowed it whole. The red blood seemed to dye the pupils red. A tribe has been reduced to the point where the leader needs to go out in person.

Sad and hateful.

Countless Huns were cleaning up the battlefield near Longcheng, making up for all the people who pretended to be dead and their own people who had been saved, and preparing supplies.

The captain asked, "Shanyu, the casualties have reached [-]."

"Specific!" Mao Dun said angrily.

"There are more than [-] minor injuries, and more than [-] deaths." The captain automatically classified the seriously injured and hopeless as the ranks of the dead, and discarded them.

"Go north." Mao Dun said: "While fighting and retreating, the Donghu who was accidentally injured was also shot. The land in the north is completely rotten. When the Donghu, the Xiongnu, and the Yuezhi are almost worn out by each other, it will be over. .”

"But the mountains in the north are still like deep winter—"

"I said withdraw!" Mao Dun pulled out a knife and stabbed a guy pretending to be dead in the throat, and said expressionlessly: "The Xiongnu, it should be said that the entire foreign race has no chance, these 100 years...let's give it to Qin, and wait If you go down, you will be exterminated, and I and this group of grandson thieves can't afford it."

"Report! The army of the Yuezhi Kingdom is fifteen miles away, and the Donghu troops stationed on the border seem to be ready to move."

"Young Master Ce, you bastard!!!"

The Huns' vitality has been worn away by their compatriots Yuezhi. It makes me angry to think about it.

Mao Dun roared wildly, pulled out his knife and threw it into the vast sea, but it was a pity that he was incompetent and furious after all.

"Let's go, everyone follow me across the vast sea!"

"Shan Yu, when can we come back..."

"Wait for Young Master Ce to die." Mao Dun said without looking back.

The captain trembled and asked again: "What if Young Master Ce lives forever?"

stare--

Xiao Shanyu gave a terrifying stare.

Little comrade, your thoughts are so dangerous, let the great dragon god purify everything about you, and I will send you to see the dragon god now.

The captain covered his mouth tremblingly.

The Xiongnu marched north into the vast sea and retreated thousands of miles.

The friction between the Yuezhi and Donghu began to escalate due to the retreat of the Huns. Then the Yuezhi king unilaterally tore up the military passage treaty and attacked the Donghu and the former Huns stationed.

Outside the Great Wall, the northern border is in chaos.

At the same time, the woman who was assigned to recover Gongzi Ce stood on the Great Wall of Yan holding an umbrella and brushed her hair indifferently.

The fine rain curtain covered most of the traces, and most of the air was filled with the smell of soil.

Long black hair fluttering.

The woman turned her eyes to the hazy distance.