Protagonist Aura

Jinling River Bank.

One shot after another Qin family flag.

Standing on the dark pillar in the wall of the river embankment, it does not have the style of hunting and hunting in the past, like a dying old man, struggling to hold up the last glory.

A sweeping sweep of the river.

Thousands of miles of rivers are boundless, and the waves are raging.

Qin Lie, who walked along the river, relived his 80-year life. He always thought that he was outstanding and powerful, and he had an epiphany when he returned to the roots of fallen leaves.

The years are merciless.

Pursuing power for most of his life, he originally felt that his fate was in his own hands.

unfortunately……

"Whether it is a century-old wizard or a hero through the ages, it is nothing more than a bunch of rootless duckweed, wherever the wind blows, and wherever it floats, life is beyond your control."

look.

I have walked alone in Jinling, one person below ten thousand.

Nowadays, it is hard to escape the pressure of the soldiers, ordering the old man to openly self-determine his fate.

I don’t see the magnificent scenery of sunset and lonely birds flying together, rivers and waters, and the sky is the same, only the cruel picture of black clouds pressing down on the city and the light of the sun on the golden scales.

The elite divisions from the Chinese royal family, the first batch of troops have already marched northward, standing on the bank of the river and looking in the distance, one can clearly see that the water level is skyrocketing.

Boom, boom, boom!

The drum beats.

On the sinking and floating surface of the river, the aftermath shook nine days and ten places, and the murderous aura was wild.

After that, the atmosphere of this ancient historical and cultural city, which has been carrying the wind for eight hundred years and witnessed the rise and fall of many dynasties, plunged into a chill.

In the dark, there seemed to be a big hand covering the sky, protruding from the depths of the dark clouds, and then ruthlessly covering the entire Jinling City.

Maybe next second.

Maybe even longer, a slap in the palm of the hand slapped the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties completely into ashes.

"The birthday banquet is about to begin, the prince should move."

The old monk walking side by side chanted Amitabha to remind him.

Qin Lie turned his gaze back, and said aside, "You and I have known each other for many years. Although they have been inextricably linked, they never know the name of the presiding officer. Today..."

The old monk raised his head and smiled, reappearing the benevolent eyebrows he used to look like, "Lao Na's name is descending from dragon."

Qin Lie's heart shook slightly and said nothing.

"Master, please sit in."

One after the other.

Walked across the river embankment and moved into the city.

At this time, the waterfront line skyrocketed by three points, and the 200,000 vanguard army swooped in under the banner of the Hua royal family, and Jinling was unable to stop it.

boom!

Boom!

The drums of war were hunting and hunting again, throbbing with deafness, fluttering in the wind from the foremost river embankment, to this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, everyone was in panic.

An old and old alley.

A portal that is not wealthy, slowly opened a bunch of gaps from inside, and in the courtyard, the lights on the earth flickered.

The ugly, rickety old man, holding his grandson's small hand, stepped out of the threshold.

The old man looked up at the sky, and the dark clouds fell over the city, his face was almost black.

"Grandpa, is it going to rain?"

Four or five-year-old children, with big watery eyes, milky voice.

"Yes."

The old man squatted down, carefully smoothed his grandson's clothes, and confessed, "You stay at home and grandpa is going to go out for a long time. It's probably a long, long time."

"Long, long, how long is it?"

You can't come back, right? !

The old man stood up, staring at the back of his grandson, smiling charity.

Wait, the portal is closed.

The old man with a breeze in his sleeves, raised his head and laughed to the sky, how can I be a Pengzhu people!

Born in Jinling and died in Jinling, the Hua royal family took a million soldiers to watch and threatened to destroy this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties and be removed from it?

Really, when I wait for lay people, they are all lambs to be slaughtered?

The old man strode forward generously, and then more and more doors were opened, more and more figures, arrogant and proud, fighting to the death for their homeland.

Heroes are always unknown!

"Su Niang, I don't need to prepare my dinner tonight. Take care of yourself."

The sour and gentle and elegant thin young man bent over, pressed his ear to his wife's belly, and listened softly. He was about to give birth after months of pregnancy, and the stinky boy became increasingly dishonest.

The woman who was expecting childbirth stayed alone, hiding her face and sobbing.

Is it this time, no one will stand with me in the evening, no one asks me how warm the porridge is, no one turns off the lights with me, no one stays with me for the rest of my life?

"Go."

The thin young man turned around coolly, his expression resolutely determined, but as he walked, his tears were finally out of control, and the dignified man cried with his back.

"Su Niang, after the child is born, call Jingzhong."

The younger half of his life has been reading poetry and books, and living in poverty. I wanted to spend the rest of my life in such a muddle-headed manner. I hope for a little bit more, hoping that my child will succeed in school in the future and have a better life.

Unexpectedly.

An unprecedented catastrophe swept Jinling.

Except for the Qin royal family and the Gu family, the rebels of the major local celebrities, silent silence, did not regard this hot land as their own home at all.

"I, I don't have any great skills, I have a bit of spine, and I don't know how much money is worth in the eyes of your local celebrities?"

Human character.

Incisively and vividly.

To die to defend your homeland, not to be embarrassed, even if the body is thin and weak, waiting for the soldiers of the Chinese royal family to press the land, should they be able to prevent a word or two from landing?

The wind on the windowsill slowly passed.

Murong Xiong, who was silent, looked at himself in the mirror, rejoicing that he was still strict in self-interest over the years, and he was still awe-inspiring after many years of retirement.

Murong held a uniform, biting his lower lip, eyes full of tears.

"Jinling is my home, and it's also a place where countless heroic spirits sleep. It doesn't allow outsiders to mess around and ride on their heads."

Murong Xiong unbuttoned his suit and motioned to the only daughter Murong Anran.

Murong trembled and unfolded, and he stepped forward without knowing how many years his father had treasured the army uniform.

Spread your arms apart.

At this moment, he looked solemn.

As if dreaming back that year, the scene of the first enlistment, the blue sky and the white sun, Huang Sha Lilie.

"Former Northfield Army, veteran Murong Xiong, requested to go to war."

Soldiers serve the country and their homes, and they have dedicated themselves to death. This is where the duty lies.

Even after many years of retirement.

When one day, his home is about to be eroded, he is still willing to stand up resolutely and stop him with his flesh and blood body.

No regrets in death.

Nothing else, just because I was a soldier!

Jinling River Bank.

Outside there are endless waves, rolling waves, and the stretch of road separated by a wall is a series of ordinary figures, arms around the arms, stepping forward.

The local famous families choose to remain silent or turn their backs.

Many more are secretly waiting for the destruction of the Qin royal family, and then rushing to carve up the Qin family's industry ruthlessly to welcome the advent of a new era.

Only these ordinary flesh and blood came out one after another one after another.

Jinling River Center.

The drum of war is like thunder.

The mottled walls that have carried hundreds of years are trembling, and the weak spots begin to crack cobweb-like lines, and the crisis gradually worsens...

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