Twilight War

08

Everything is burning, and every breath has a kind of almost tearing pain.

Zichen collapsed and fell to the ground.

He was covered in blood, and the wound was burning in the flames and smoke, but he was almost numb.

He came for those people, but those people died for him.

On Daughter Peak, Daughter Watch, how many people can come back since ancient times.

You can't catch up with all the departures, and you can't keep all the farewells.

He remembered that a beggar once told him that there will be, there will be.Everything will be there.There are sweet potatoes, and there are beggar chickens.

But now he understands.

On this road, he will not get everything if he walks on it.

More...just lost.

In fact, he doesn't want anything, as long as he can keep everything in his hands, that's enough.

But why, everyone has to leave him.

"Do not……"

In the burning flames, the ferocious beast looked at the lost boy kneeling on the ground, as if seeing a feast.

It suddenly rushed towards the boy!

Blood splattered.

Chu Wu, wearing a heavy bronze armor, rode his horse in the flames, picked up the dazed young man and threw it on the horse's back, and the iron chain fell through the giant beast's body.

He is like a bronze beast guarding the undead in a century-old tomb, once he wakes up, the earth will shake!

"Young master, the end will be!"

He rode his horse and cut down the ferocious giant beasts that rushed towards him along the way, and his roar sounded like an ancient bell ringing through the bronze mask, magnificent and powerful.

"I... I failed to save them." Zichen said weakly on Chuwu's armor, his eyes were full of blood.

"Then live." Chu Wu waved the heavy rope pendant, blood splashed on their horseshoes, "Go and save more people!"

"The founding father has never been as weak as you." Chu Wu said.

"Founding Duke?" Zichen asked with some doubts.

"Yes, I once followed the founder of the country. During the 24 years of war in the 200 countries, no one has more blood on his hands than the founder of the country. I have seen him besieged in a tiger prison, slaughtering thousands of people, and I have seen him 80 cavalry Sweeping across the south of the Yangtze River." Chu Wu's voice was majestic, as if those generous wars were still in front of his eyes, "but when someone asked him if he couldn't sleep at night or eat well, he said that he slept well every night and every meal It can also eat a lot of elbows."

"He said he slaughtered a million people, but he also saved Donghuang, and he saved more people, but no one cares. He doesn't need anyone to comment on his merits and demerits."

That man started at the end of the century, and finally with 80 soldiers in his hands, he conquered more than half of the country for Emperor Cangwu.

He was covered in blood, and countless people died because of him, but he was still open-minded and heroic.

Such a person is the hero between heaven and earth.

At the beginning of the founding of the country, Master Kongming of Weichen Temple said that he killed too many lives and committed murder.

On the day when Weichen Temple was rebuilt, that man took a bucket of gold mud and ink and wrote more than a hundred words of "Killing Posts" on the wall of Weichen Temple.

Each character is as big as a millstone, and it has been written on the entire wall.

It's a pity that the ink was mixed with gold. Later, people stripped the writing on the wall for greed, and now it can no longer be seen.

"Why are there so many strange beasts?" Zichen looked at the countless strange beasts under the city wall of Juyongguan.

"I don't know." Chu Wu said bluntly, "Now I can only get in."

The man jumped off the horse, and he carried the wounded boy on his back.

The iron chain slaughtered those strange beasts like molten iron like shooting stars.

The armor on the man's body was completely torn by the minions of the alien beast, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.

"It seems that we can only climb up." Chu Wu said with a smile, his laughter was bold and open-minded, I don't know if he has stayed with Duke Kai for too long.

The man's hand with an iron glove inserted into the city wall, and the yellow bricks fell.

"Speaking of it, I'm the first generation of the Huangxuan family's ghost." Chu Wu's voice was a little low, muffled in his helmet, "King Guogong said that if I think he has killed someone indiscriminately, I can kill him at any time. "

"But whenever I think he killed the wrong person, that man will kick me away, saying that I didn't kill the wrong person."

His right shoulder was almost torn, but he was still climbing up.

The corpses of those strange beasts piled up more and more, and they kept crawling towards the city wall.

Zichen's lips had turned pale, he had lost too much blood.

Everything is dim.

Chu Wu stepped on a brick, and a large piece slipped off the city wall.

He inserted his hand into the crack of the wall brick again, gritted his teeth and climbed up, the bronze gear on his chest broke from the armor.

He has lived in this half-human body for 800 years, guarding in the sword tomb of Huangxuan's family, receiving millions of souls.

"I've seen yours before." Chu Wu said softly: "In the sword mound of Huangxuan's family, you look here and there, and you don't know what's interesting there... You still looked at it for a long time in front of me. It wasn't that I was holding a candle, I really wanted to hit you." Chu Wu's voice began to weaken, but he was still trying his best to climb up.The Great Wall has stood for thousands of years, but it is dilapidated but still towering.

"It's so fucking tall, it's so tall that I want to stop here and chew my elbows before climbing." Chu Wu said through gritted teeth.

Strange beasts were also crawling up the towering Great Wall under their feet, and Chu Wu glanced down, "Damn, there are so many. It's better to be higher, so that these monsters don't climb up for the rest of their lives, exhausting them."

Chips of masonry fell from under the man.

The man finally climbed up the high female wall, and he gently placed the boy on the high wall.

He raised his iron glove full of gravel, and almost gently wiped away the blood on the boy's face.

"Young master, remember to go back to Jiangnan. It's late...the peach blossoms are gone..."

He has guarded the sword tomb in the south of the Yangtze River for 800 years, and the peach blossoms on the ground have bloomed [-] times, but he has not seen a single one.

The man stood up from the towering city wall, like a huge bronze town beast waking up.

Behind the Great Wall at Juyongguan Pass, the sky is blood-stained at dusk.

He tore off the broken gear on his chest and threw it down, like pulling out cotton wool from a quilt.

The man suddenly jumped off the city wall, "Huangxuanhu, I have seen the Huangxuan family that you asked me to watch for you after a hundred years!"

He fell into the group of strange beasts and stood up slowly.

"The current Huangxuan family is still the Huangxuan family that I am willing to die for!"

……

The soul returns, and the family and country will always exist.

09

Fenrir didn't feel much watching those people die in front of him.

He has lived so long that people are nothing more than ants in his eyes.

Hull once said that when Loki picked him up, he didn't know how old he was, but he always looked like a wolf cub, and he didn't remember people or things.

And by the time he could remember who the people around him were, Loki was already dead.

He had never even seen the man.

He looked back at the only remaining child on Daughter Peak, and he didn't know whose family it was.

Don't even dare to cry out loud.

"Are you going to die too?" Fenrir asked expressionlessly.

The child immediately burst into tears.

"Noisy." He looked back at the giant wolf beside him, "Get this kid away, and find a village or town in Donghuang."

The giant wolf grabbed the child by the back of the neck and ran down the daughter peak.

"So you are so soft-hearted?" The girl walked up to the cliff, her silk skirt embroidered with white butterflies skimmed the blood on the wild grass, "The last time I saw you, you were still a wolf cub."

"It's not bad, is it?" Fenrir didn't look back, holding the long knife in his arms and looking at Juyongguan, "Shouldn't you stay in the city?"

"It's not bad to see here," said the girl.

"I asked you to keep those people." The girl said again.

"It's all about death anyway, so what's the difference?" Fenrir said indifferently.

"No, it must be the soul that was killed by the ancient beast." The girl looked at the gunpowder smoke and blood in the distance, "Only the soul that has lost the protection of dragon blood can enter the kingdom of the dead."

"Hey, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson." Fenrir gritted his teeth and looked impatient.

"But it doesn't matter, the array has already been formed." The girl said softly, her voice was so soft that it could be blown away by the wind, "Chen array, dawn array, faint array..."

Take the city as a sacrifice, and sacrifice millions of souls.

10

Zichen opened his eyes and looked at the Great Wall in flames.

Thousands of blood-stained black forehead bands on the locust trees in the city swayed in the wind.

He looked at the countless blood-stained forehead bands, Jiangnan, once he left, he would never go back.

"Young master, Juyongguan is about to fail." Xiang Liu and dozens of dead soldiers from the Huangxuan family surrounded him, "If you want to retreat, this is your last chance. Once the city is broken..."

All the faces were solemn and blood-stained.

Zichen understood that now he had to make a final decision.

Either leave the city, or... let the entire Huangxuan family sacrifice their lives here.

The boy looked up at the blood-stained sky, every breath was like a knife cut.

But he suddenly laughed, "Does anyone else know how the word Huangxuan came from?"

"The word Huangxuan is not a reward from the emperor, but the surname that the founding father asked for for Donghuang's 30 children without surnames."

His voice was very soft, without any impassioned speeches, nor any inspirational encouragement, like a leaf falling, regardless of whether anyone could catch it.

24 countries, 200 years of war, 200 years of suffering.

How many wives are separated, and how many lives are unknown.

At the beginning of the Chen Dynasty, the founder of the country dispersed 50 soldiers under his command, but left behind 30 unnamed children in the chaos of war.

Most of those people are orphans, homeless, with nowhere to go, and don't even know their own surnames.

The founding father asked Emperor Cangwu for a surname for the 30 children without a surname on the day of the establishment of the country.

However, Emperor Cangwu said that every surname and surname have textual research of blood, and the clothes have been worn for a hundred years, and their surnames have been inherited. He has no way to give surnames to 30 people.

"Then I want the word 'Huangxuan'." The open-minded and heroic man asked in Chang'an City.

"What is the test of the blood?" Emperor Cangwu asked.

"Bloodline Xuanyuan!"

……

"The word "Huangxuan" has no honor at all." The young man looked at the blood-colored sky and chuckled, "The so-called Huangxuan is just a group of people who have nowhere to go."

30 war-torn people without surnames, a group of people who have nothing to call home.

"Little Lord……"

Zichen smiled lightly. Holding the sword in his hand, he stood up on the Great Wall.

"All my generation, Huangxuan, donated our lives here today," he said word by word, "As long as Xuanyuan's bloodline in the Great Wall is not destroyed, the people of Donghuang will be at peace. From now on, someone will raise the battle flag for my Huangxuan family !"

"Pass my order, let's fight to the death!"

11

"What did the young master say?" Fu Zhu, who was guarding the watchtower, asked Chong Ming.

"It's a fight to the death." Chongming looked at Fuzhu and said softly.

Fu Zhu smiled, "It's the young master of my Jiangnan Huangxuan family!"

He looked at the giant beast that climbed up the city wall, picked up the drumstick beside him, and beat the huge Kui drum with all his strength.

Fighting with blood, the Great Wall buried bones.

Want to live?

Of course I do.

When you are alive, you will have the best Huadiao wine, the endless moonlight on the Qinhuai River, and the red sleeve tricks of the daughter on the makeup floor.

But I know there are millions of people inside the Great Wall.

So he had no choice but to sacrifice himself and move forward regardless of the wind and rain.

Zichen looked outside the city, the fire was really burning endlessly.

He thought of the storyteller who said a long time ago that the 30 people who died in the battle of Li Duanhu's Jialing River were 20 people.

He went to the storyteller and asked him, "Aren't the 10 dead not important?"

The gentleman just poured a cup of tea slowly and said, "It doesn't matter."

He said: "The dead are not important, the living are important."

People die all the time in this world, but our ancestors survived, survived the barbaric, survived the chaos of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States, survived the devastation of life in 24 countries, and survived the chaos of Yinghuo.

That day, Emperor Cangwu asked the Founding Duke, "Isn't the word Huangxuan too heavy?"

The man laughed and said, "I just gave back to those who have no surname, the honor they deserve."

On this land, all surnames are worthy of praise, and all bloodlines last for thousands of years.

The Huangxuan family will die together with this city, no one will know about this past, and no one will be able to tell others about this war.

Storytellers will not use half a pen and ink to describe this battle.

In the twilight, Zichen said softly: "This worldly thing is really boring, it's better to listen to the steamed lamb and the steamed deer tail for a thousand or eight hundred times..."