v8 Chapter 4： ember

The sound of the water roared, and the huge steel fleet flooded the river with a direction toward Chudu, which is close at hand. ≯

The water flow on the river surface is squeezed by the vitality of the steel ship, and the sound of the glass is broken.

It is like the arrival of a new world and an era, the impossibility of speech.

In the piers and ports along the river, there are also many soldiers and merchant ships of the Great Chu Dynasty. However, the impact of the current has caused these ships to squeeze together and collide. Many ships even deformed and hulled directly. .

Many practitioners and sergeants face the pain along the walls of the river.

They still stood on the wall like a cast iron, and they didn't retreat. However, even the masters like Bai Shanshui could not stop the fleet from being rushed into the bottom of the river. They couldn't know how they could stop.

Standing here is already their last glory.

Many of the dignitaries and wealthy businessmen in the city are thinking about fleeing or loyalty. The chaotic teams even collide and block the reason that they usually look very broad.

Some wild scribes are taking advantage of some famous sayings that have been passed down through the ages.

Only the close-knit giant ship kept the absolute cold, and under the sword of the sword, the decks of these giant ships were even empty, and no one knew that when some hatches were opened, the giants of these great Qin dynasties What kind of things will emerge in the ship.

The Chu Palace in the past was a dead silence, and even the voices of chaos and crying disappeared completely, just like a dead grave.

Zhao Mu entered the depths of the palace, his feet stepped through the exquisite jade bricks and entered the most magnificent and majestic Jin Yu Temple.

This temple is one of the greatest buildings in human history to date, looks slim, but every detail, even the relief on each beam, has to be spent by a top craftsman for decades. Hard work.

To build such a temple, I am afraid that it will be accumulated for nearly a hundred years, but what about building a dynasty that can have such a building?

The outside looks very slender, but the inside looks very empty, even when it is usually gathered in the group.

This is the skill of the craftsman.

At this time, there was only one person in the temple, Liling Jun, so that it seemed to be more empty, and it was so empty that it was like a leaf floating in the ocean, which made people feel flustered and uncomfortable.

Zhao Mu is a hundred steps away from Fuling Jun, bowing, and seeing the courtiers.

Then he got up and looked at the young monarch on the dragon chair and waited for him to talk.

The tears and dirt on the face of Fuling Jun have been dried, but the whiteness of the face is like a white surface.

His figure trembled constantly on the dragon chair, and the white skin shook in the dark light and shadow. After a long period of time, a pleading tremor echoed in the hall: "Let's drop."

Zhao Mu has two very nice eyebrows, but at this time, it is like a sharp blade.

"Can't drop."

Fuling Jun said it was simple, and he responded very simply. It is also three words.

The body of Fuling Jun is stiff.

He didn't seem to think that the general who was very humble in front of him turned out to be so crisp and calm.

This kind of calm reminds him of a teenager who has encountered in Changling Street.

There were a lot of shattered sounds in the dead hall.

This sound is like a lot of mice walking around, tearing clothes.

Zhao Mu raised his head.

He looked directly at Fuling Jun, and his eyes no longer looked like an emperor.

"I am very disappointed with you."

He said slowly and heavyly: "The emperor can lose, but the soul can't die. No matter how naive you are, how many problems you have, you are always the emperor of Dachu, and it means the big Chu. Even if we can't escape, In the war on the land, I still have a lot of land, and there are many troops outside. But if you ordered the death of the emperor, you betrayed the whole big Chu, and the other sidemen who are fighting for the death of Dachu They were all discarded together, and they were completely enemies."

"Can't they drop?" Fuling Jun's voice trembled even more.

"Don't think too naive."

Zhao Mu shook his head and said: "The Qin people will not let the million Chu army survive. You think about the end of the past dynasty of hundreds of thousands of troops surrendered."

Liling Jun could not speak.

"Everything born in this Chudu today will be recorded in the history books of later generations. So I advise you to think about it in the end and think about what kind of records you have left in the books of later generations."

Zhao Mu took a deep breath and said seriously and slowly: "Don't turn away from the whole dynasty, think about the meaning of being a big Chu Huang blood. Don't think that I will kill me if I don't drop, even if you have already set up in this palace. Ok, kill the game."

Liling Jun buried his head and did not dare to lift it.

Zhao Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly.

This weakness has already meant the answer in his opinion.

"Not only I want to kill you, Zheng sleeves, she is also ready." The voice of Fuling Jun rang again.

When his voice rang again, the shattered sounds of countless mice in the Golden Temple were as dense as a rainstorm.

Countless killings shrouded Zhao Mu’s body.

"You will not have the opportunity to surrender. If life and death are inevitable, the key lies in the final attitude. I will turn into a starlight and guide the lost people in the night sky."

Zhao Mu did not have any movements. He just regretted and looked at Fuling Jun with a sad look and said this.

Liling Jun suddenly felt fear.

"I would like to turn into a starlight and guide the lost people in the night sky."

This sentence is not the creation of Zhao Mu, but the words recorded in the military code of the Great Chu Dynasty. It is said that this is a former general of the Chu army. He left this sentence before he died in the battle of the fortress. .

Just before the killing of the temple filled Zhao Mu to tear, a breath of enthusiasm shrouded the entire palace, and everything was burning in an instant, just like there were hundreds of suns falling into the palace at the same time.

"you…"

Li Lingjun finally understood what Zhao Mu was going to do and screamed.

"If it wasn't for you to kill me, come over me, how can I have the opportunity to let the pro-arms follow me to the palace."

Zhao Mu did not get the color, sadly said softly: "I am the best in the world, the guardian of the Chudu is used to desperately, but also can not burn a palace in the district?"

The figure of him and Fuling Jun, as well as this magnificent temple of the Golden Jubilee, and all the temples and courtyards in the palace, disappeared instantly in the golden flame.

His voice is still lingering in the fire, and everything is quickly turned into scorched earth and arrogance.

Many sergeants screamed outside the palace.

The condensed golden yellow flame rushes in the deflagration, like a hundred golden yellow phoenix flying out in the fire, flying into the sky, and like many proud souls, rushing to the starry sky.

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