Chapter 369 Emperor Yin, here we are! 【6 more】

"kill!!!"

  The city gate opened, and 48,000 people left under the leadership of Jiang Haiping.

   The sound of hooves was like thunder.

  Si Fuqing tried to keep up, but was held down by the two soldiers who were staying in the city.

   One of the soldiers lowered his head, and his voice was choked up: "Master, this is the best way. We don't want to do this, but... but there is no way."

   Now it is the most difficult years due to internal and external troubles in Daxia.

  The old emperor was too stupid, he only knew that he was drunk with money, and he didn't care about the life and death of the people at all.

   All the mess was left to Emperor Yin.

  Fortunately, he has the strength himself, and he has many generals under his command, so he can turn the tide.

   Si Fuqing fell silent.

   Looking from the city wall, she could already see the dense army of barbarians.

   And because of the differences in blood, the barbarian men are all over 1.9 meters tall, and two meters are no longer rare.

   There is already a huge disparity in physique.

   Forty-eight thousand people vs. 300,000 people, the chances of winning are extremely slim.

The barbarian general who led the troops also thought so, he sneered: "Jiang Haiping, you and I have been opponents for many years, this is the last time, don't worry, I will capture you alive and let you see how the Beizhou you guarded was annexed by our barbarians. of!"

   Daxia has vast land and abundant resources.

  The barbarians have always wanted to occupy Daxia.

   Seeing that he is about to succeed, who knew that a Emperor Yin would suddenly appear?

   Even took several cities in a row.

   The barbarian general was gnashing his teeth with hatred.

   Today, they finally found an opportunity, this war must be won back!

   He wanted to see how Jiang Haiping led more than 40,000 people to fight!

   The barbarian general raised his hand, and the barbarian soldiers behind him rushed out.

   But they were not able to break through the defense line of the Jiang Family Army immediately.

  Jiang Haiping shot down, instantly piercing the chests of the four barbarian soldiers.

   He retracted his gun and stabbed it again.

   is another huge body in the end.

   This gave Jiang Jiajun great confidence and encouragement.

   "Brothers! We haven't slept soundly all these years, why? They didn't let us sleep!" Jiang Haiping raised his voice, "How can we make foreigners believe in our native land?"

   "Work together to get rid of the bandits who deceive me!"

   "Cut down the slaughter of barbarians and protect the frontier of the Great Xia!"

   Lift your eyes to see the sun, but not Yongan.

   Obviously Yong'an City is in Zhongzhou, but they can't see it.

  The barbarians couldn't understand why the Jiang family's army was so small that each of them could have more than one enemy.

   The more wounds they have, the more courageous they will be in battle.

   The Battle of Yanmen was a tragic war.

   More and more people fell, and the khaki desert was dyed red with blood.

  Si Fuqing was standing on the city wall, his fingers holding the cold stone.

   She asked herself what she was not afraid of, even in the deep sea, she could overcome her phobia of the sea.

   But now, she is afraid.

   She is standing here, as long as she can use the power of the evolutionary, she can smooth the entire battlefield, but she can't save anyone, she can only watch them die.

   Three days and three nights, 48,000 men fought against the barbarian army of 300,000, and they won.

   None of them are evolutionaries, let alone other abilities, they are all a group of ordinary people, but they won.

   After seeing it with his own eyes, Si Fuqing knew that the few sentences in the history books were not enough to describe the real history.

  The ground is full of corpses.

  Especially the more than 40,000 Jiang family troops, each of whom has piercing scars on their bodies, and it is almost impossible to find a complete place.

   Jiang Haiping was the only one left.

   He was also full of wounds, and he held the spear in his hand tightly, but did not fall down.

   He was smiling, even though his face was covered in blood.

   won, and Yanmen held it.

   "Thorn!"

   The angry barbarian general stabbed Jiang Haiping directly in the right chest with a long knife and picked him up.

   There are only less than 1,000 soldiers left in the army of 300,000 people. This is a shame for the barbarians.

"Not only will I kill you, but I will also kill the monarch you serve." The barbarian general laughed angrily, "A yellow-haired child dares to sit in the emperor's seat, he can't hold the five states of the Great Xia. of."

   "But I don't want to kill you." The barbarian general suddenly approached, "Jiang Haiping, I recognize your ability, why should you bow your head to a yellow-haired child, as long as you join us, our king will still make you a marshal."

  Jiang Haiping is too scary.

   With a force of 40,000, he retreated 300,000, and he was the great enemy of the barbarians.

   If you cannot take it for your own use, you must die.

   "I'm not fighting for Your Majesty." Jiang Haiping gasped, blood dripping down the corner of his mouth, "My Majesty and I are fighting for the people of the five states, you?"

   He sneered, his eyebrows still arrogant: "If you are not of my race, their hearts will be different,"

   "Hey!"

  The barbarian general became angry and stabbed the long knife deeper.

   This knife plunged directly into Jiang Haiping's heart.

   His eyes widened suddenly, and he spewed a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.

   On the city wall, Si Fuqing's expression changed greatly: "Marshal!"

  The barbarian general did not stop.

  One knife, two knives, three knives... thirteen knives.

   Jiang Haiping's eyelids became heavy.

  When a person is about to die, memory begins to flicker.

   He suddenly remembered the letter he received yesterday.

   That was written by Mrs. Jiang, saying that Jiang Zhaoyue missed him again, and asked him when he would go back. If he went back this year, he would be able to catch up with Jiang Xuanjin's crown ceremony.

   Jiang Haiping's lips moved silently, and his left hand hung down.

   He can't go back.

  More and more knives came over.

   Jiang Haiping's heart had already stopped beating, but he was still standing, which was against the laws of nature.

   would rather die standing than live kneeling.

The    barbarian general was also horrified, his hands trembling: "Cut off his head! Chop off!"

   "Crack!"

   A teenager waved his hand and chopped off Jiang Haiping's head.

   It's just that the head rolled down, but his body was still straight.

   scared the remaining barbarian soldiers back a step.

   At the same time, Zhongzhou, Yongan City.

   Madam Jiang, who was embroidering Jiang Zhaoyue's clothes, trembled, her hand was suddenly pierced by a needle, and her eyes widened instantly.

   She raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch something, and murmured, "Is it an illusion? Why do I feel...you're gone..."

   And at this moment, on the Yanmen battlefield.

   "General, he is still standing!" The young general was also horrified, "What should I do?"

   "Hmph, hard bones." The barbarian general took a deep breath, "Drag it back, chop it into puree, and feed me wild dogs!"

   Isn't Jiang Haiping proud?

  Then he will crush this pride.

   Several soldiers nodded.

   They are less than a thousand people now, and they can no longer attack the city.

   Just as they were about to drag Jiang Haiping's body back, a hurried voice fell.

   "No military advisors!"

  Si Fuqing quickly climbed down from the city gate, rushed to the battlefield at the fastest speed she could currently have, hugged Jiang Haiping's corpse, and then turned and ran.

   "Where is the white-faced scholar from?" The barbarian general frowned, "Looking for death!"

  The 300,000-strong army was beaten by Jiang Haiping, only 5,000 or 6,000 people remained. The plan to capture Yanmen failed. He was angry, but there were still people who dared to touch him.

   He immediately picked up his long knife and slashed at Si Fuqing.

   "Crack!"

   The knife slashed on her body.

   An instant is a very deep wound.

   A strong fishy sweetness rushed to his throat, Si Fuqing gritted his teeth, but did not spit out a mouthful of blood, still protecting Jiang Haiping's corpse.

   She can't change the trend of history, and she can't let Jiang Haiping be humiliated by these barbarians.

   The barbarian general was furious.

   He can't take care of Jiang Haiping, and can't take care of a military division?

  Since he had to die, don't blame him for being rude.

  The barbarian general swung his sword and slashed out again.

   Si Fuqing had another wound on his back.

   Her steps staggered.

   The only two soldiers left on the city gate changed their faces: "Military division!"

   "Want to be with your marshal? Lao Tzu will fulfill you!" The barbarian soldiers pooh pooh twice and waved their swords for the third time, "A scholar, how dare you be so self-sufficient!"

   But this knife failed to hit.

  The sound of hooves sounded at this moment, and they came running wildly.

  Si Fuqing only felt her feet light up and someone lifted her up. The hand put her on the tall horse, and the owner of the hand turned over and dismounted.

   The next second, only the sound of "锵" is heard, which is the sound of a sharp weapon unsheathed.

   The barbarian general's eyes widened, he lowered his head in a daze, looking at the Dragon Sparrow Sword inserted in his chest in disbelief.

   As soon as he opened his mouth, blood continued to pour out of his throat, unable to stop.

   "Hoho..." The barbarian general clutched his chest and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word, and the huge body fell down unwillingly.

  Under the sword of the Dragon Sparrow, there is no living person.

   The young emperor raised his hand, and the Dragon Sparrow Sword returned to his hand.

   The icy blade pointed straight at the remaining barbarian soldiers.

   His voice was light, but he felt extremely oppressive: "Exit Yanmen, Paul is completely dead."

  Yinhuang, here we come!

   (end of this chapter)