romantic flower

In the capital, Song Yi's property is already very large. The property belonging to Song Yi in the Yue Mansion, Mrs. Yue will hand it over to Wang Shuai, hoping that he will hand it over to Song Yi at that time. My child is temporarily placed in the countryside to live in a trustworthy family!

It was inevitable for her to leave the capital, and Zhao Kuangyin's death undoubtedly made her finally decide to leave this mighty city that was about to be stormy.

Every day since the collapse of the emperor, everyone in the capital has been acting anxiously like ants on a hot pot. The eighteen gates, big and small, have been more vigilant, and the entry and exit are strictly controlled.

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An army of hundreds of thousands rolled up a huge cloud of dust and smoke and galloped towards the capital.

At this time, a contingent of thousands of civilians left Youzhou and headed towards Ruzhou.

Zhuge Qi stood at the head of Youzhou city, full of thoughts.

A burly and mighty figure stood beside him, and said with sad eyes, "Are we not as good as these civilians?"

Zhuge Qi smiled wryly and said, "I didn't know that these people would risk their lives to rush to Ruzhou for an unknown Song Yi... This is one of the most shocking scenes I have ever seen Zhuge Qi in my life! But even so, we still have to guard the city, don't we?"

Zhuge Qi's sad words were exchanged for a sigh from the burly man.

"Although I am fighting to the death, I will never retreat again... I have done something that is unworthy of my conscience. If I retreat again, my might will be gone!"

Zhuge Qi glanced back at him, a blank look flashed in his eyes and said, "Youzhou can be guarded for a while, this time I only hope that God will have a miracle!"

"Miracle? Haha...Zhuge, you are getting old too..." The burly man was stunned holding his sword, and then let out a sad laugh.

He said that Zhuge Qi was getting old, but actually his hair was graying quietly under his cold helmet?

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The day before the war, the hot air balloon finally lifted off the ground, and Wang Kui, who finally saw this scene and knew the truth, was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

The petite Fuyao raised her head and looked at the swaying hot air balloon in the sky, her eyes full of confusion.

Longing for the sky is sometimes the most unspeakable dream hidden deep in people's hearts.

Everyone, looking at Song Yi who was scrambling in the hot air balloon basket, seemed to be worshiping a god.

He is so mysterious and unfathomable...

While shaking, the fuel was exhausted, and the flat balloon gradually fell towards the ground rapidly, Song Yi let out an exclamation from the air.

After a while, Song Yicai, who was dizzy from the shock, was finally helped out of the hanging basket.

At night, a group of people gathered in Song Yi's courtyard.They had just experienced the most shocking thing in their lives, and gradually understood Song Yi's intentions, and even had a glimmer of hope again.

Wang Kui said with a bright color in his eyes, "Is this what you want to do? Assassinate Wanyan Hongliang?"

"Yes... But whether it is successful or not, there is only one chance, because after the golden man's archer reacts, it is very difficult for me to have a second chance! Therefore, the rest depends on you." Song Yi looked solemn Said.

Wang Kui nodded solemnly and asked for advice, "Tell me what to do, and I will do my best!"

At this moment, Wang Kui has given up his original identity, and now he only has admiration for Song Yi, and for a person like him, admiration for a person means surrender!

What he meant was that from now on, all the rights in Ruzhou City were handed over to Song Yi.

And Song Yi also understood what he meant, and said calmly, "Before the Jin soldiers approach the city, I will stand on the city wall, and then I need to know the location of Wanyan Hongliang quickly! Before I assassinate Wanyan Hongliang, I need someone to attract me." Part of Jin Bing's attention... Then, at the moment Wanyan Hongliang was killed, even a dog in Ruzhou City was pushed out without stopping, and rushed out with an attitude of sending death... What everyone should do, other than charge, is shouting words to make the enemy mess up... I know that the fine-tuning of this requires extremely fine control, but only you can do it!"

Wang Kui frowned, and he also understood Song Yi's intentions.I finally realized what Song Yi said about "gambling luck" before.

And this kind of situation, it seems that there have been countless examples on the battlefield. The moment when the commander of an army is killed is the moment when the enemy's army is most likely to be distracted. An army that pays more attention to the appeal of the leader's morale.

Wang Kui nodded heavily and said, "Even if he dies, Wang believes that this battle will definitely become the most heroic battle in the history of Great Zhao! It's just you... I never understood that you always have the opportunity to leave , and you shouldn't risk your life! Although in the air, there is no shortage of golden men with strong arms..."

On the side, Wu Jian, Fuyao and everyone in Qingmu Village looked solemn and frowned.

Song Yi waved his hands and said, "You and I both know that if you take one step back, there will be no place to retreat after that, and I... the last thing I like to do is to back down!"

Wang Kui arched his fist, expressing respect to Song Yi with a solemn expression.

And all the people present, except Fuyao, half-knelt down, silently looking at Song Yi with a willingness to follow.

At this moment, his calm face seemed to have a silent majesty, above the world... magnanimous, mighty.

At night, Uncle Zhong quietly entered the city with a grain and grass soldier of about a thousand people.

Soon Song Yi saw Uncle Zhong who seemed to be getting older. Although Uncle Zhong looked old, his spirit seemed surprisingly good.

"I thought, Uncle Zhong, the strange soldiers you trained would be useful for me to assassinate Zhao Ze. At this time, it seems that I have to go to battle in advance, and I don't know how many people will survive..." Song Yi smiled wryly. Sighed to Uncle Zhong.

Uncle Zhong brought up a jar of Tusu wine, slapped the Kaifeng mud boldly, and poured it down with his head up in a gulp, his neck and silver hair were covered with beads of wine...

Although a person is old, he is full of pride!

After half a pot of wine, Uncle Zhong laughed and said with a radiant face, "Soldiers deserve to die on the battlefield. In fact, what I always want to do most in my heart is to fight with General Yue on the battlefield! God finally gave Why am I afraid of this opportunity?"

"Don't worry, the soldiers I bring out may not dare to be called elites, but they can still kill a few more people and live a little longer!"

Seeing Uncle Zhong's hearty smile, Song Yi also took a few sips from the wine jar, then asked Uncle Zhong to rest, and returned to the small courtyard by himself.

Fuyao sat under the tree, and when he saw Song Yi coming back, he jumped down and asked, "Let me go!"

"No!" Song Yi shook his head, knowing what Fuyao was talking about.

Fuyao stared at Song Yi seriously and said, "My swordsmanship is better than yours, and my qinggong is much better than yours, so it's more suitable for me to go!"

Song Yi solemnly said to Fuyao, "Although your flying sword is powerful, it has its limit, and no matter how good your qinggong is, you can't do anything in the air. You don't know how to manipulate a hot air balloon...so you are not suitable .Besides, you have always underestimated the flying knife skills, but you don't know if this is the time to prove my flying knife skills?"

Fuyao looked displeased, bit her lip and stared at Song Yi, not knowing what to say, but refused.

"Don't be sad, I won't die!" Song Yi said with a smile.

"I don't believe it!" Fu Yao snorted.

"You think, if I die, what will my family do? Isn't it pitiful for my unborn child? I am also afraid of death, so how can I be willing to die?" Song Yi laughed.

"But no matter how high you fly, the golden man's bow and arrow can still be shot, even if you can kill Wanyan Hongliang, a 30 army is still not something these thousands of people can stop!" Fuyao's eyes turned red for the first time , biting his lip in a low voice.

To Song Yi, she is more like a kind of dependence on a playmate, but for a girl with a pure heart like her, in a simple world, of course she can't bear the death of the person she depends on.

Of course Song Yi knew that Fuyao was telling the truth, he smiled and said, "Did you forget that I have a secret? My wounds can heal quickly, even if I get hurt, I won't die... You should believe me, I never lied to you when I was serious!"

Fuyao stared at Song Yi with red eyes for a long while, then pouted and stretched out her slender little finger and said softly, "Then you hook me up, I guarantee you won't die!"

Song Yi smiled helplessly, but in the end he made this kind of child's promise with Fuyao -- pulling the hook.

The entire Confucian City City now has less than 5000 people in total, and outside the city is an army of 30 golden men, tigers and wolves. There is no hope for anyone, but no one left.

In this world, there are always some people who think that some things are more important than death.

However, the atmosphere in the city seems very depressing, no one wants to talk or laugh, more people write letters from home, and those who can't write dictate in vulgar language and ask their friends to write it for them... But in fact, some People know very well that even if their own family writing is written, it may not be passed on to their family members; even if it is passed on to their family members, they may not be able to read...

But they still want to leave something to prove their glory.

Day will break.

This was the last day, and the soldiers at the head of the city of Ruzhou suddenly found a large group of people rushing from the direction of Youzhou.

All the citizens from Youzhou City came.

Among them, the young and middle-aged are at the front, the old man rides the ox, the woman rides the horse... The straw sandals are torn, and the clothes are torn by thorns!However, they used their restless hearts, strong feet, and rough hands to separate the thorns, and finally rushed to the outside of Ruzhou City desperately.

The soldiers at the top of the city looked at the ragged people who seemed to be fleeing and asked loudly, "Who is under the city? Don't you know there is a big battle here? Leave quickly!"

The butcher, who almost carried his wife on his back along the way, poured a sip of wine into his mouth, then grinned, and shouted towards the city, "All the people of Zhao in Youzhou City are here to follow Master Song Yi. Open the city gate, we are not afraid of death!"

Next, this group of ragged people repeated this sentence in unison, their voices were so loud that they tore through this oppressive dawn!

Those soldiers at the top of the city who had long given up life and death, after the initial shock, some people shed tears for some reason and burst into tears.

After crying, I laughed uncontrollably...

"You just wait, let me ask General Wang for instructions!" the captain of the city head shouted with red eyes, and then asked a soldier to report to Wang Kui quickly!

He looked up at the sky, and a huge tomorrow broke through the horizon, which was particularly dazzling in this oppressive dawn!

As a result, all the soldiers in the city were stabbed red and wanted to cry...