Douluo: No thoughts

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Title: Douluo's No Mind

Author: Yana Luochuan

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Dai Mubai: Xiaosan, how do you sell Xiaonian? Master, I want it.

Tang San:......

Tang Wunian: I didn't hear what you said.

Dai Mubai: I said whether your family should hire a son-in-law. Master, I am handsome and care-free and resistant. I will definitely not suffer from joining your family.

Tang Wunian/Tang San: ...

Shrek: Boss Dai's face has been cultivated to the point of worshipping us.

&: This article Su, there will be gold fingers, the author is limited, don't like it!

Content tag: strong

Search keywords: Protagonist: Tang Wunian, Dai Mubai, Tang San, Shrek Zhong ┃Supporting actor: Douluo Zhong ┃ Others:

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In the later period of Emperor Xuanzong’s reign, on the ninth day of November in the fourteenth year of Tianbao, Fan Yang was thunderous, his military flags flared, the soldiers and horses of the three towns under Anlu Mountain, and the soldiers of Tongluo, Khitan, and Shiwei, totaling 150,000, were openly in Fanyang. Soldiers rebelled, the Anshi Rebellion broke out, and the curtain of the Tang Dynasty's flourishing age slowly fell.

It was a dilapidated age, horseshoe trampled the rivers and mountains, blood on the battlefield was in full bloom, and the people were drifting away. When Xuanzong fled to the west, the eight main sects rose up to protect the common people and fight for the dust.

The army of An Lushan was brutal and bloody, and the paradise on earth instantly turned into hell. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are riddled with holes, the roc wing is hard to fly, the cramped sky, under the chaotic clouds, is full of devastation.

The rebels went all the way to the west and attacked Xingyang to the west. They attacked without a fight, and then began to attack Hulaoguan, targeting Luoyang, the eastern capital.

Hulao was on display, only to hear the roar of the rebel cavalry, **** sculls before the customs, and the corpses were in mountains, but no one wanted to give up. After the Hulao Pass was lost, Luoyang's lips were dead and their teeth were cold. Behind them were their family and friends, and countless others. Innocent Lebanese people. Everyone has a belief in their hearts: to keep Hulao, to keep Luoyang.

"Non-minded, take a rest first!" A red-robed Tiance pulled the Tang Sect next to him, and forced him to the ground. I don't know if the red clothes on his body were originally red, or they were dyed red on this battlefield. "Abuka, look at him."

Tang Wunian glanced at Li Youan and sat down cross-legged. The enemy's offensive was suspended, and they could claim this opportunity to regain strength.

"Niannian, where are the senior sisters?"

Abuka hadn't seen the brothers and sisters for a long time, and there was nothing in the fight, but now that I have free time, I miss it very much.

"They...are in another place."

Tang Wunian rubbed the soft blond hair on top of Abuka's head, his eyes were a little erratic, they... they can't come back again!

The Mingjiao came to help guard Luoyang, and the loss was not less than that of their Central Plains sect. Pitying the people of the world, there are more sorrows. Tang Wunian looked at Abuka with pity, in fact, Abuka was the poorest one!

In so many days of war, the sky has long been dyed red, no longer the previous Qingming.

Tang Wunian looked at the blood-red sun, got up, tried to find people wearing the same clothes as himself, but no matter how he looked, he could only find some familiar blood-stained faces in the corpse.

Tang Wunian closed his eyes. Under the leadership of the castle master, all the people who can go to the battlefield came, but now, he can't even find anyone he knows...

"Youan, I hate war."

Tang Wunian looked at the surrounding corpses piled into mountains, and looked away with a bit of pain, but no matter where he looked, it was the same scene, corpses, blood, broken weapons... even if he closed his eyes. , These scenes are also lingering in my mind.

On the battlefield of Huangsha, so many past events and sadness have been buried, one after another autumn wind has extinguished the lives of so many soldiers.

Thinking of the scene of the prosperity of Kaiyuan, Tang Wunian felt bitter, and the corruption of the upper class had left the country torn apart, but how innocent the soldiers who died in battle and the displaced people were.

Li Youan picked it up and walked over, "We all hate war, but we have to defend our home and our country without thinking. Don't think too much."

Tang Wunian responded, watching the wolffang soldier not far away come up again, and he pulled Abuka on the ground to prepare for battle.

Li Youan twisted her neck and said, "This group of bastards, wait until the master beats you back to your hometown, and see if you are still stubborn?" After speaking, he rushed out after he mentioned it.

"Niannian, let's go too!" The clear and bright voice seemed to not appear on the battlefield, but in this troubled world, why shouldn't there be?

It was another close-to-hand fight. The three figures slowly melted into the Spike soldiers, and there were disciples from various factions who were desperately guarding this ruined country. People were falling down and filling up, the blood on the horizon. The setting sun continued to illuminate the scene of charcoal on the earth, and then slowly fell.

In the second year of the Anshi Rebellion, the rebels invaded Luoyang and Anlu Mountain proclaimed the emperor, and Shi Siming commanded Hebei.