There was a tense atmosphere in the dark night, and the atmosphere under the tension was breathless. In the quiet night, the two people who are facing each other have different purposes, but they are in the same mood. The lights of ten thousand homes suddenly turned on, and faces flashed from the lights of ten thousand homes, and they watched all this silently.

Shi Shouxin has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, but he has never encountered such a thing, whether it is a bloody battle or a siege of cities and land, he has never encountered such a tricky accident. Whether it was the scars on his body or the blood splattered out, he never frowned.

But tonight, he was a little angry by such a sudden accident, he is a typical soldier, and he is a decisive general. It's just that this time he also feels that the situation is extremely tricky, and if he keeps the hostages, he will definitely lose the patio pass again, and this night will be in vain. Don't protect the hostages, many eyes are looking at them in this Tianjing Pass, and he can't let the people of Da Zhou chill their hearts.

Even though Ma Chenghui and Gao Chengde's eyes were full of anger, they couldn't act rashly. They could only stand inside the gate, helplessly looking at Li Yanneng in the encirclement. They knew that the Northern Han army had fallen to this point, and it was impossible to expect them to fight fairly, and it was impossible to stop there.

In the east, a ray of light was like a sword piercing the night, and the sword light changed from dim and weak at first, and then slowly transformed into brilliant and dazzling. Default was eventually replaced by day, and the line-like light began to slowly expel the dark night around it, and then slowly became wider.

Feeling the strangeness of this atmosphere, Li Yanneng pressed the blade against the old woman on her neck, but her face was unusually calm, and a trace of absolute color flashed in her cloudy eyes. Her lips squirmed, and she wanted to open her mouth to speak, but the cold blade against her neck kept her unable to move for half a minute, and she couldn't open her mouth.

No one noticed the calm expression on the old woman's face, and no one saw the desperate gaze that flashed in her. Because everyone's eyes fell on the Northern Han general Li Yanneng, as well as the group of Northern Han soldiers standing in a circle. Everyone's eyes were all focused on the Northern Han generals, they didn't care about the two hostages, but they wanted to put more pressure on those Northern Han troops from their own eyes.

"Shi Shouxin, have you thought about it clearly? If you want someone or this city, you can weigh it yourself. Li's patience is limited, so it's a big deal to drag these two women to accompany the funeral. ”

"Mother, children are not filial." Gao Chengde's heart was completely flustered, he couldn't help but pounce and knelt down, and said sadly to his mother. His mother's silver hair, and the wrinkles of the ravine eroded by the years, all this looked so kind, but it brought him more pain. He was incompetent, he was incapable of rescuing his mother, he knew that his mother had given birth to him in her thirties, and he knew that his father had died young, and it was the mother who had brought him up with a lot of appearance.

Gao's mother struggled for a while, she gasped, and in the process of her struggle, the blade had a bright red streak of blood on her neck, which was flowing down her neck, and soon dyed her shabby cotton clothes red.

"Chengde, stand up for your mother", from Gao's mother's mouth said a sonorous and powerful words with difficulty, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, after speaking, her face couldn't help but turn white, and her body trembled slightly. Her voice was not very loud, but when she heard the words in everyone's ears, the blood in her neck became thicker.

As soon as he heard the old woman's powerful words, Li Yanneng couldn't help but have a bad feeling, and he held the saber tighter. A faint gaze shot out of his eyes, and he fell on the young man who was kneeling on the ground, and soon the bad feeling in his heart immediately dissipated, and a trace of happiness flowed through his heart. In the dream, it was this man in the prime of life who killed him, and the man knelt in front of him at this time, how did this not make him feel extremely happy.

"Mother." Gao Chengde roared again, knowing Mo Ru's mother, but the one who knows his mother is not his son. Gao Chengde didn't know what his mother was going to do at this time, and he couldn't help but lament, hoping that his mother wouldn't use that extreme way. But I also feel deeply ashamed of my own incompetence, otherwise, how could my mother fall into the hands of thieves.

"Chengde, remember how your father died, and remember to avenge your mother and your father." Gao Mu's eyes shot a fierce light. And her body slammed forward, her neck slammed against the blade, and in an instant, blood splattered, and the old woman's body slowly fell to the ground.

Li Yanneng was stunned, and all the remnants of the Northern Han Army were also stunned, and time seemed to freeze. It was very quiet, deathly quiet, only the bright line like a sword light rose from the east, and soon tore a hole in the vast night, and then slowly spread out to the surroundings.

Shi Shouxin was stunned, and all the Great Zhou troops were also stunned, they didn't expect this to be the end. There were countless endings flashing through their hearts, but no one expected that it would be such an ending. There was a strong respect in their hearts, and their respect was very heavy, much heavier than that Taihang Mountain.

"No", a hoarse voice sounded, waking up the stunned crowd, who thought it was Gao Chengde, who was grief-stricken after losing his mother. But when their eyes looked at the Northern Han army again, there was a stunned look in their eyes.

With a faint smile on her face, Widow Zhang reached out and stroked the messy hair on her forehead. There was an incomparably gentle gaze in her eyes, which fell on Ma Chenghui's body. There is resentment in that gaze, as well as infatuation that is difficult to give up, and it is heartbreaking and reluctant.

And all of this fell in Ma Chenghui's eyes, he clearly looked at the neck where the blade was against it very carefully, there was no slender neck, and there was no skin color like Shengxue. But all this is incomparably beautiful in Ma Chenghui's eyes, and he feels that this widow is more beautiful than any woman in the world. In his heart, whether it is Widow Zhang's plump body, her fierce voice, or her thick eyebrow line and not long eyelashes, but in his eyes, she has become the most perfect woman in the world.

Everyone was still in deep consternation, and no one noticed that Widow Zhang's gentle eyes flashed with a look of fortitude. The lieutenant beside her hadn't come to his senses yet, for he was stunned by what he had just seen.

The gentle smile on Widow Zhang's face had not yet dissipated, and suddenly, she reached out and grabbed the saber, and she slammed it into the blade. The blood splattered from her neck was like a flower blooming in the night, gorgeous and dazzling, and it made people feel endless grief.

Ma Chenghui's eyes never took his eyes off Widow Zhang's body, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but let out a mournful shout. He wanted to rush into the Northern Han army immediately, and he wanted to hug the woman with a gentle smile on her face tightly, but he found that his legs were like lead, and he couldn't move.

The blooming flowers have not yet had time to wither, but they have lost their lives. Widow Zhang is just the most ordinary one among the many flowers, without outstanding appearance or graceful posture, and she is also a widow. But all of this is not important to Ma Chenghui, the most perfect woman in the world in his eyes is her.

Happiness often comes too suddenly, but heaven makes people, and he hasn't grasped this happiness tightly, but he has lost it. And it is so completely lost, this feeling is a thousand times more uncomfortable than the taste of a knife twisting, or even ten thousand times. The slowly falling body, the slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and the blood that burst from his neck like a flower, all swirled before his eyes.

A complicated look flashed in Shi Shouxin's eyes, he was in awe of those two, but he was a soldier, and he was the general of the Great Zhou. The respect that swelled up in his heart still did not make his mind mess up, and he could only express his condolences in his heart for the death of those two people, but he still believed that the blood debt should be repaid with blood, so he waved his hand without hesitation.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" arrows with a faint light shot towards the Northern Han army in the courtyard, and in an instant, the screams of each other came from the courtyard.

When the last of the Northern Han soldiers fell, the courtyard was full of corpses of the Northern Han soldiers who had been shot by arrows, and each corpse was full of arrows. The courtyard was like a hell on earth, with rivers of blood and piles of corpses. I don't know why, Li Yanneng and the lieutenant general didn't hit a single arrow on their bodies.

Looking at the Northern Han sergeants who fell to the ground under his feet, Li Yanneng's chest was like a cone, and his face became extremely pale. The saber in his hand was still stained with the blood on the old woman's neck, and he wanted to shake off the blood on the blade, but the blood stains were carved on the blade, and it was emitting a palpitating luster.

Li Yanneng raised the saber in his hand, his throat was bitter, and he lost completely. The time, the place, the people, he didn't occupy any of them, no wonder he would lose. He looked at the corpses of the Northern Han soldiers on the ground again, and the rolling blood blurred his eyes.

Gao Chengde didn't pay attention to the Northern Han general who stood with his sword raised, he took his mother's body out of the pile of corpses of the Northern Han army, and walked out of the courtyard expressionlessly. Li Yanneng looked at the back of the majestic shore, and a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart, and the sturdy young man seemed to have become taller overnight.

"Please, spare me." The lieutenant threw the saber in his hand and knelt on the ground with a thud, pleading like a chicken pecking rice. And his plea did not attract Ma Chenghui's attention, as if he didn't see the pleading lieutenant general, he went straight to the pile of dead bodies.

He picked up Widow Zhang, who was already dead but still had a breath of body temperature, and then walked out of the hospital.

Li Yanneng has been waiting, he is waiting for Gao Chengde's revenge, he has not left, he knows his end. The Great Zhou Army deliberately left himself and the deputy general behind, just so that they could take revenge themselves. When his gaze fell on the lieutenant general who kept begging and kowtowing like a chicken pecking rice, a trace of disgust appeared on his face.

The night will eventually be dispelled, and when the sun rises in the east, there is still a dead silence in the Tianjing Gate.

When the golden sunlight swayed down from the east, the hunting fork in Gao Chengde's hand finally pierced Li Yanneng's chest and ran through. The blood splattered from the hunting fork dyed the swaying sunlight a blood-red color, as if the rising sun was like a big blood ball.

Li Yanneng looked down at the hunting fork that passed through his chest, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and his face showed a relieved expression. That dream is his life, and this young man with a hunting fork in his hand is his life's nemesis, what is the first person in the Northern Han Dynasty Military Department, what great achievements, all of this is fleeting.

Gao Chengde sat on the ground, the hunting fork in his hand was still in the chest of the Northern Han general, he wanted to pull it out, but he no longer had any strength. There were more shocking scars on his body, flesh and blood were pouring down, and he was almost prostrating.

It's just that he didn't notice that there were two teenagers who were stepping on the light of the morning sun, slowly coming towards the blood-like sun.