Chapter 1500

The strong wind blows, and the yellow sand blocks out the sun

Early in the morning, the sleeping capital of Xiye was awakened by the sound of the rumbling steps and the sound of horses' hooves from afar. Along with the soldiers on the wall of the city, they cried: "the army of Southern Xinjiang is coming! The southern Xinjiang army is coming! "

There was a great chaos near the gate, and the whole capital was suddenly awakened by lightning!

With the whine of the trumpet, the news of the army of Southern Xinjiang was heard from ear to ear. In a flash, it spread throughout the capital city of the Western night. The people, soldiers and even the Royal Palace knew that the army of Guan yubai, the old enemy of the Western night, had led the army to approach the capital!

All the capital guards in the city and the twelve battalions transferred from Dongshan camp came from the streets and lanes, gathering like rivers to the sea.

On the wall of the West night guards follow the sound of the distant view, a dozen miles away, a black army stepping on the flying yellow sand to this side, sword halberd like a forest, and the sky continuous dark clouds hand in hand together, one can not see the end, releasing a kind of ominous breath.

"Long..."

With the approaching of the 100000 troops, the sound of the heavy and solid horses' hooves, the sound of walking, and the sound of armor collision became louder and louder. It was like a heavy thunder rolling down, murderous and thrilling. Every time, it was like a heavy hammer, knocking in the hearts of the people of Xiye, announcing a fact -

they may really face the collapse of their country and their families!

The hundred thousand troops of Southern Xinjiang stopped at a distance of 50 or 60 Zhang from the gate. In front of them were black and white, with two banners fluttering in the wind and standing proudly.

A flash of fire came from the dark army.

All of a sudden, they attracted the West night guards on the city wall. Their eyes fell on a rocket beside the black banner. A man in silver and white armor straddled a tall dark cloud and stepped on the snow, bowing like a full moon and shooting stars.

"Whoosh!"

The rocket flew across the sky like a meteor, powerful and brilliant.

In the blink of an eye.

The next moment, the West night banner above the city wall has been shot by the rocket, and the flagpole is fragile like a reed rod, and it is broken in half. Meanwhile, the bright sparks jump on the red flag. In the blink of an eye, the flag burns up and flutters down from the high wall. The flag turns to ashes in the wind and sand

It seems that even the time has slowed down

Looking at this scene, those guards in the West suddenly felt that their faith, which was already in a state of collapse, seemed to have a crack with the fall of the flags

"Attack the city!"

With Xiao Yi's shout, thousands of arrows were fired, and it was as dense as a rainstorm. The city wall was covered by fire and rain all over the sky. The screams and howls came one after another, and a strong sense of death gradually filled in

"Dong! Bang

As the drums roared louder and louder, the morale of the southern Xinjiang army was rising, but to the people of the west, it was like a life-threatening bell!

The drums are beating. It's just the beginning!

It seems that the 100000 Southern Xinjiang army is not aware of fatigue, one camp after another to fight in turn, even if the sun sets and the moon rises, it never stops.

The sound of arrows, the sound of throwing stones, the sound of hitting the city gate, the sound of war drums, the sound of shouting to kill can be heard without end.

They declare their determination with their actions!

The next day, the third day, the flames of war never died out

Unknowingly, the fierce siege has lasted for three days. The walls of the capital city are full of holes and dilapidated. It is like a trapped animal that is struggling to survive. I don't know when it will crash down

The so-called war is to step out of the corpses. After three days of bloody fighting, the corpses in the capital have been piled up like mountains. Even if it is cold winter, it can not stop the corpses from rotting. A kind of smell of blood and putrefaction permeates the city, which adds a little despair to the already heavy atmosphere. Even the sound of war drums that did not stop for three days and three nights seems to become louder 。

"Boom..."

I don't know when, there were bursts of thunder in the sky, and there were electric lights among the thick clouds. Then suddenly, a huge lightning struck the city below, just like God's punishment from heaven

In the palace, most of the xiyewang and the civil and military courtiers gathered in the court hall. Everyone's face was as heavy as water, and his heart seemed to be under a huge stone.

Now, it seems that there is no point in saying anything

Sitting on the top of the throne, xiyewang was restless, haggard and desperate. In just a few days, he had a lot of white hair in his black hair, and the whole person became old in his teens.

He was no longer the once ambitious king of the West night, but became the king of the country who was in the twilight of the west mountain.

Anxiously, he clenched the armrest of the tiger's head on the throne. His veins were floating on the back of his hand. His fear grew stronger and stronger. He murmured in his heart: No, no! It shouldn't have been. It shouldn't be like this

It was like being possessed by a demon. His ears echoed this sentence repeatedly. His eyes which had not slept for several nights were covered with red bloodstains, and their sockets were deeply concave.He had a strong army, a large national treasury and a single mind. These two years were the most prosperous and prosperous time after the founding of the people's Republic of China. Therefore, he resolutely decided to march to Dayu in the East, and wanted to conquer the western territory of Dayu at one stroke and open up new territory for him But I didn't expect to be forced to the capital at any time!

After Xiao Yi and Guan yubai joined forces in the south of Xinjiang, the total number was only 100000. However, in his West night, there were 400000 troops. Even if the border guards could not be lightly adjusted, there were enough 300000 soldiers to be mobilized.

However, at present, more than 100000 troops are trapped in the west of Dayu, and Xiao Yi intercepts and kills 40000 border reinforcements, so that there are only 60000 defenders in the city. How can these 60000 defenders cope with the 100000 troops in southern Xinjiang, we can only watch the official language approaching step by step

How can the war situation develop to this point?!

He was forced to subjugate his country by a mere 100000 troops in southern Xinjiang!

Is this a simple accident, or is the official language Bai keen to see the opportunity, simply take advantage of the situation and do it?!

The West night king suddenly stood up and walked back and forth anxiously in front of the throne.

If the official language white is to take advantage of the situation, he is simply a dangerous move!

Did he and Xiao Yi not fear that one careless incident would lead to the collapse of their 100000 troops in the south of Xinjiang in his Western night and annihilate them?

With the majority of their troops in southern Xinjiang to take risks, Guan yubai and Xiao Yi are not fighting, they are gambling?!

He's so worried about losing his life?!

Thinking, the West night King seems to be frozen like, for a while can not move.

He couldn't help thinking, if he had made up his mind to give up the attack on the western border of Dayu at the very moment when he learned that the officers had led his troops to the west, would it be a different situation now?

Is this the "fortune" of the official language Bai, and this is "destiny"?

No, he doesn't believe it. He only believes in himself!

There is no "life" or "heaven" in this world. Otherwise, how could the army of the government be easily destroyed, and the emperor of Dayu was not well in charge of his Dayu River and mountain?!

"Bang!"

The West night King struck the armrest of the throne with a heavy blow, and his hands were blue and blue, but he didn't feel it.

The other people in the hall held their breath and did not dare to make a sound. After a long time, they heard the king of the night say, "lakhda, is there any news from Xie Yifeng?"

On hearing this, lakda's body was stiff and swallowed his throat. He just returned with difficulty: "back to the king, there is no news..."

When Xie Yifeng left, he vowed that he would finish the task and came back with the head of Guan yubai. However, after he left, he went into the sea like a bullock. There was no news any more. He didn't know whether he had been identified by guanyubai or

Lakhda did not dare to go down, and his head fell down a little more.

The West night King's face was even worse. He snorted angrily and scornfully: "sure enough! As an assistant general of the government's army, if you can even betray the official's army, you are not a person worthy of trust! "

Before his words fell, there was a disordered footstep outside the hall. A soldier in bronze helmet and iron armor, who described the mess, ran towards this side, shouting: "King Not good! The outer gate has been broken

Hearing the speech, all the civil and military officials in the palace were in a state of sudden contraction of their pupils.

In a moment, the general stepped into the hall and told his words again.

For a moment, there was a dead silence in the hall, and the silence of death spread.

The king of the night of the West almost took off his strength and sat on the high back chair behind him. His face was completely bloodless.

Lakhda took a deep breath, raised his head, clasped his fists and said in a loud voice: "king, for the sake of the overall situation, please leave the capital as soon as possible, so that the green hills will not worry about firewood burning. With the great talent of the king, he will be able to make a comeback in the future."

The king of the West was tense and did not speak.

He is not willing to!

Once he withdraws from the capital, most of Xiye's land will be gone. Can he be called "King"?

The lost dog is almost the same!

No, he can't just walk away in the dumps!

There was another moment of silence in the hall.

Soon, a rush of running came from outside. Another general came in and said, "king, the outer city gate has been broken, and the army of Southern Xinjiang has entered the city!"

"King, the army of Southern Xinjiang has swept Zhongdu street, killing and injuring countless people!"

"King, our army has retreated to xipingmen."

"King, the official language Bai and Xiao Yi have entered the city!"

“……”

The military newspaper came almost every other time. Every military newspaper made all the ministers tremble. The air in the palace was almost frozen.

"King..."

Lakhda stepped forward and was about to persuade him again. However, he saw the king of the night, Huodi, stood up and raised his hand to stop him from talking."Don't try to persuade you to be lonely." The king of West night looked around the ministers below, his face was dim, but his tone was tough and said, "solitary is the king of the West night. Everyone can escape from battle, but he can't!"

His tired face was determined and resolute. He took the scabbard on one side and pulled out the long sword with a clank. The cold shining sword body vibrated and hummed in the air.

"Gu He Guan Yu Bai's gratitude and resentment over the past ten years should be over."

The West night king raised his eyes and looked out of the palace. He could see the red fire and the smoke rolling up from the gate of the palace. The sky, which was already covered with clouds, was ferocious, emitting a gloomy atmosphere, which was the smell of death and defeat.

Standing at the bottom of the civil and military generals Qiqi knelt down, all bowed their heads and said, "I would like to follow the king!"

The voices of the ministers overlapped and echoed in the hall for a long time.

Under the nest, there is an egg!

The fighting outside the palace is getting closer and closer, as if to penetrate the tympanic membrane of the people.

Most of the remaining xiyejun in the city gathered at the xipingmen, three blocks away from the palace gate, and supported on the wall.

Xipingmen is the inner city gate and the last solid defense line of the capital. It must not be broken!

Even if they are almost exhausted, even if they know that even if they hold this moment, they don't know what will happen next

On the wall and under the wall are broken limbs. The familiar faces lie on the ground, with their eyes wide open, describing ferocity, forming a red river of flesh and blood. At a glance, there are more dead people than living people.

Heavy, cold, just like the legendary river of the yellow spring, with human flesh and blood to cultivate that bright as blood on the other side of the flower!

The despair of death enveloped in every soldier's heart. They were already turtles in a jar!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

On the city wall, there are fewer and fewer people living, and the morale is getting lower and lower

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh

Another dense iron arrow burst into the air, and the black arrow rain shot down a row of Western night soldiers on the city wall in an instant, and the last morale of the rest was punctured like a fragile paper window.

After that, they were defeated.

"Boom

Another crash at the gate of the city was like a flat land, and a dry thunder struck the sky. The soldiers behind the inner city gate could no longer withstand it

"Creak hoarse" a, inner city gate also was opened!

It was as if the last glimmer of hope had been mercilessly extinguished.

"Kill!"

With the sound of horse's hooves, the ground trembled slightly. The front cavalry of Southern Xinjiang took the lead in roaring and galloping into the inner city. They swept away towards the enemy troops with a roar of ten thousand horses.

The cavalry on the horse used the momentum of the horse to wave their long, snowy swords, which radiated blood.

Kill! Kill again! Or kill!

After the cavalry, the infantry of the southern Xinjiang Army poured into the army like a raging flood for several miles. Those soldiers who had already been in disorder for a long time broke down and scattered.

The inner city is in a complete mess!

The scattered morale of the Xiye army can no longer be reunited. Next, the battle situation is totally one-sided. The southern Xinjiang Army rushes forward one after another, like a tsunami on a stormy night. One wave is higher than the other. It is a huge force that can break mountains and rivers and tear up all obstacles!

The fierce wave of killing intention rushed towards the West night palace, and the palace gate collapsed!

This huge sound resounded through the whole capital city and reverberated in the ears of every westerner

The palace city has been completely destroyed!

In the palace, there were blood and flesh, dead everywhere. The long-lived Western night guard army retreated step by step, and watched with horror that a group of Southern Xinjiang Army surrounded by two beautiful young people walked into the palace step by step, and then moved towards the direction of the palace step by step.

The two young men, one in a white cloak with fur, the other with silver armor, and one with literature and martial arts, were wandering around the court, as if they were not in a war of covering the country, as if they were just on an outing.

The noise and killing around seemed to be separated from the two by an invisible barrier!

It turns out that this is Xiaoyi, the son of the king of Baihe Town!

In a short time, the remaining dozens of guards had already retreated. They had already arrived outside the palace. Behind them were their generals, their king!

And they have to fight to the death!

The cavalry captain of the imperial guard opened his mouth and roared to fight, but all he could do was to step forward. In the next moment, the iron arrow like a swarm of bees shot out in the sound of the engine spring. In a blink of an eye, there were dozens of corpses covered with iron arrows outside the hall, and their faces were ferocious.

Xiao Yi and Guan yubai stepped into the hall side by side. Compared with the dead bodies outside, the hall still looks magnificent and spotless.

All the civil and military courtiers are looking at the official language white, watching the youth who came back from hell to trample their West night under their feet step by step!Their hearts were trembling and their bodies could hardly move.

After that, the southern Xinjiang army quickly subdued the courtiers. In front of him, there were only xiyewang and four or five generals and guards standing beside him. There was no one else.

The king of the night of the West did not blink to face the two young people, one familiar, the other unfamiliar.

"Official, language, white." The West night king did not know when to stand up from the throne, his eyes burning at the official language white.

This once brilliant officer and young general seems to be a different person from before. He is weak and flimsy. He looks like a scholar who has no strength to bind a chicken.

Can be such weak official language white unexpectedly led troops to attack his West night?!

The West night King's heart surged, waved aside several people beside him, strode down from the throne, still holding his head high.

However, in Xiao Yi's and official language, this is nothing but a strong outside but a stem in the middle.

"Xiaobai..."

Xiao Yi takes a look at Guan yubai, and then takes a step back and asks Guan yubai to solve his grudges with xiyewang.

The West night King glared at the official language white which was only a few steps away from him. His red eyes were full of unwilling and resentment. He really wanted to rush up and tear the official language white.

But he still held back. He looked at Guan yubai, and his eyes were filled with a strong sense of killing. He said slowly, "Guan yubai, this time is a lonely defeat!"

Then, the West night King sarcastically picked the right eyebrow.

"But what about that?! You don't win, either

He looked up and laughed wildly. Then he looked at the official language again coldly, full of provocation, and his voice was so cold that it almost dropped out of ice.

"The army of the government has been gone for a long time. You are just alone, and you are so sick and weak! If you are buried alone with all your officials, you will not lose yourself! "

Yeah, he's not a loser!

He had already taken the whole family and even the whole army to bury him. He made Guan yubai live alone in pain!

Guan yubai looked at the king of the night calmly, as if he were looking at a clown, and said slowly, "Gao Miho, it's not you who are defeated. It's Xiye who is defeated!"

After that, there will be no West night!

He used the blood of Xiye to commemorate the officers and soldiers and the people of Xijiang who died in the hands of Xiye people for so many years!

The West night King shivered all over, looked up again and laughed, "yes, there will be no West night again! There will be no more gaomihuo! "

But, he is not reconciled!

How could this happen?!

All of a sudden, his right hand turned slightly, and the cold light flashed in his sleeve, and a small dagger was added in his hand. Without warning, he strode out and stabbed at the white neck of the official language!

Today's official language white is just a sick seedling, to his life is easy!

Even if he died, he wanted all the officials to be buried with him!

All this happened between the electric light and the fire, and everyone's face changed.

"Childe

The little four's body flashed and appeared in front of the white body of the official language. Almost at the same time, just listening to the sound of "Zheng", a willow leaf flying knife hit the dagger in the hand of xiyewang. The dagger came out of his hand and fell to the ground with a "Bang".

The impact was loud and piercing.

The West night king looked at the little four with a cold face, and the son of Zhennan king, who was playing with another willow leaf Throwing Knife carelessly, like falling into an ice cellar. His heart was in despair at this moment.

It seems that he has no way to drag the official language white to the netherworld!

"Ha ha ha..."

In a burst of unwilling laughter, the West night King resolutely bit the poison hidden in his mouth.

Then, a trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his strong body fell back, like a building collapsed.

He fell heavily on the marble floor, his eyes protruding, but his mouth still had a strange smile.

He knew that the next emperor would be Da Yu!

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