Chapter 25 Chapter Twenty-Seven

The setting sun is like blood. The city gate is right in front of I Dahan. Corpses fell like rain, and the city gate gradually collapsed under the attack. Breaking through this city, he is about to start a feat like Genghis Khan, and let the glory of the non-day clan fill the earth.But I Dahan didn't feel the slightest joy, he only had hatred in his heart. The deep-seated hatred prompted him to tear everything in front of him into powder. He would not hesitate to turn into a Shura, into a calamity fire, and burn everything up. He walked towards the city gate step by step.His army is approaching the city step by step, and the bloody storm will submerge the city until it reaches the deepest abyss of evil.

Tens of thousands of feathered arrows, hundreds of black iron chariots, and dozens of red cannons aimed at the city gate at the same time. The arrows are densely packed, shining with cold light, like a shower of meteors across the sky at night, each one lights up, which represents the fall of life. The armor of the chariots is brilliant and neatly arranged, like ancient giant beasts awakened by war drums.The first time he raised his head, he would make a sky-shattering hiss. The muzzle of the cannon is pitch black and the remaining smoke curls up, just like the legendary fire-breathing poisonous dragon at the end of the Valley of Death. Every time it hits it, there is a scorching thirst, and it will only rest in peace after drinking all the blood!

At this moment, even the sound of fighting was temporarily silent.This tragic movement of war, using war drums as talismans, using swords and bows as music and crying, the sound of gold and stone on flesh and blood, and the sound of silk and bamboo on bones, has been played to the final chapter. As long as he gives an order, the heaven and earth will simultaneously shake and destroy the Shan Fu, ushering in a carnival of blood! Suddenly, there was a creaking sound in the salty wind, and the heavy city gate slowly opened a thread. ——It was the army of the Ming Dynasty who took the initiative to open the city gate.

An Dahan sneered and raised his hand. No matter what comes out of the city, it cannot change the fate of the city. Even if there is an army of one hundred thousand, even if it is the gods and demons of the heavens, even if the white flag is lowered, they will not make him hesitate.He just waved his hand lightly and ordered to turn everything into ashes. Suddenly, the Mongolian soldiers around the city gate let out a startled sound. Under the setting sun, dressed in red, stepping on a pool of blood all over the ground, walked slowly towards him from thousands of miles of scorched earth. My Dahan's heart couldn't help jumping up violently. The water red color was like the only salvation in the last days, so he couldn't help waving his hands crazily, and said sharply: "Stop!"

The dull battle suddenly stopped, replaced by the sound of Qingyue's gong.The Mongolian soldiers fighting fiercely on the top of the city, with blood-red eyes, lined up in a neat formation, and retreated a foot away.They stood densely on the city wall, like a great wall of iron and blood.The Ming soldier Xin who didn't understand what happened looked around in a panic, but he didn't dare to rush forward to fight. I Dahan's eyes were fixed on the red dress, and he couldn't help but take a step forward. Acacia stared at him quietly across the sky full of dust and blood everywhere.

The messy Huagu, the sin of not being redeemed, is covered under the banner of the undead.His long hair was disheveled and his body was covered in blood. Standing in front of an army of 100,000, he transformed himself into the king of heaven who resisted the gods, and he did not hesitate to turn the entire land into a battlefield for Shura. Isn't he the benevolent Khan?For the sake of the common people in the world, he took off his armor, beat the skin drum to sacrifice to the world, and wished the Mongolian and Han peoples peace forever. Why, but so many murders? There were tears in the corners of Xiangsi's eyes, like a drop of morning dew on a red lotus pistil, slowly sliding across her cheeks.

She raised her head and stared at him blankly, her pale face was full of pain: "Why do you want to do this?" An Dahan looked at her, with the same pain in his eyes, he hissed: "For you." Acacia's heart twitched for a while. For several months, she worked day and night for the deserted city, but she didn't notice that the way I Dahan looked at her had changed. The Mongolian Khan who did not hesitate to slaughter the city and destroy the country and build unworthy feats gradually put down his killing knife and bow. She thought that this was just great love for the common people, but she never thought that the king's heart became soft because of her.Once she is lost, she will reincarnate as a demon, burning the earth with blood and flames of war, and will never stop.

She bit her lips tightly, and said softly: "Let them go, they didn't lie to you, the one who kissed was the real Princess Yongle..." Without waiting for her to continue, I Dahan interrupted violently: "No, you are my princess." Xiangsi lowered her head, not daring to look at him again: "I'm just an ordinary woman..." My Dahan said resolutely: "I don't care who you are, follow me." Xiangsi suddenly raised her head: "I can't..." I Dahan was a little annoyed: "Why?" A pale and bitter smile floated on her face.Over the past few months, she has hurt too many people because of her intolerance. This time, she will not make the same mistake again.If it hurts, it hurts all at once.

She raised her hand, gently placed it on her chest, and said word by word: "Because this heart has already promised, please sweat profusely and stop this thought!" Dahan's anger suddenly froze, and he stared at her for a long time. He mobilized hundreds of thousands of troops and attacked thousands of miles away. In just ten days, he had arrived at the imperial capital.Now there are thousands of miles of red land and dead bodies everywhere, what is the reason?Could it be, just to hear her say this sentence? Already promised? My Dahan sneered slightly, she still underestimated him, these were just the confusion she encountered in the world, how could he care?She is a new lotus in May, and only under the protection of the king will she fully bloom.

An Dahan waved his hand lightly, as if waving away a cloud in the setting sun: "Follow me, or massacre the city." At his fingertips, clouds billowed all over the sky, and the armor of a hundred thousand troops was all stained with blood, forming layers of battle suns, just like the magic army of the Shura clan in the legend, tearing apart hell, swarming out, rubbing the corpses and blood all over the place , covering the land of the Three Realms. There was a light brushing sound. The gleaming feathered arrows, the smoky cannon muzzle, and the chariot crouching like a giant beast were lifted up with his light finger, and all aimed at the city gate.

——Follow me, or massacre the city. His tone was so firm, as if he was announcing the fate of this city, which would never be discussed. Xiangsi looked at him, with a haggard and sad smile on his face: "No, you won't." Her voice was so gentle yet so resolute that I, Dahan, couldn't help being shocked. She walked towards him step by step, stepping on the blood all over the ground, her mournful voice resounded softly in the salty cloud. "Because the Great Khan said to build an eternal city." "Please think about it seriously, what is the purpose of opening the mutual market and making love on the table?" "Is it just for a woman, or for the common people in the world, for the eternal peace of the Mongolian and Han races, and for the eternal freedom and prosperity of the people of the Great Khan? "No!" An Dahan interrupted her angrily. Yes, it was for the common people of the world, and for the peace of the two clans. At first, he agreed to her suggestion without any selfish intentions. It was her who lifted his eyes from the king's feats and the majesty of killing, and saw the tranquility of the sky, the freedom of the people, and the prosperity of the city. An Dahan raised his head, looked at the capital trembling in the dark clouds, and also looked at the more distant northern sky.There, stands the miraculous city of three companies, as well as the deserted city she built. He really wanted to keep her by his side.Because he can protect this new lotus from blooming freely, and because she can bring that touch of tenderness to the whole grassland and to him. He believed that the legend he and she created with their own hands would be passed down from generation to generation in everyone's hearts, and it would be more popular than the story of Wang Zhaojun. The achievements of Sanlian City are even greater. But, what's the point of all this without her? Without her, what would he be like in the world? How could she leave him and let him be the king of the common people alone! An Dahan said slowly: "Now, all the cities are in your mind." "No," Xiangsi looked at him and shook her head slightly, her gentle voice was so firm. One word, like a vibrating stone: "This city is in your heart!" I Dahan was startled. She stopped in front of him, and said softly: "This moment...even if it's just this moment...Please put down the dignity of being a king and the meritorious deeds of war..." "Put me down too." She gently stretched out her slender and pale hand, passed through the flag of the dead, passed through his broken brocade robe, and caressed his beating chest: "Listen to your heart." Slowly, she opened her fingers lightly, as if unfolding a gentle lotus. My Dahan's whole body trembled, watching the lotus lift up inch by inch from his chest and open into the void. There seems to be nothing between the slender fingers, but it seems to hold the whole world: "Let's pour our hearts too, everyone's heart." The world is speechless, and everything is silent. Only her gentle voice plucked the strings of the qin, and answered on behalf of everything in the world: "Only meritorious deeds built on people's hearts are eternal." I Dahan suddenly closed his eyes. Yes, at that moment, he heard her voice echoing between the heaven and the earth, like green blood on the ground, and the mournful voices of countless dead souls telling: Only meritorious deeds built on the hearts of the people are eternal. His eyes fell on the bones of the city and the broken arrows everywhere, and he couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart. The anger that had burned his heart for several days gradually dissipated, and he returned to clarity. Then, he saw the tragic scene of tens of thousands of dead bodies and blood flowing into rivers. There are also his people here. The freedom and abundance he had promised them were turned into scorched earth because of his anger. But what should he do now?In front of you is the capital city of the enemy country, which is crumbling; She doesn't want to go with him, but does she want him to retreat? The city is about to be broken, if he retreats here, how will he explain to those soldiers who died in the battle?And how to explain it to the national teacher? This time, he couldn't obey her prayer! He gritted his teeth and shook his head slowly. Acacia stared at him blankly, tears slid down her pale cheeks, this was the first time he rejected her. I Dahan looked at her, his heart twitching slowly. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. His voice was full of pain, he hugged her tightly, pressed his blood-stained lips to her ear, and said in a low voice: "What do you want me to do? Now a hundred thousand troops are approaching the city, attacking thousands of miles away, scaring the land for thousands of miles... ..." His voice dropped, and the hug was so hard that it almost crushed her thin body. Every word is filled with the deepest pain of the king: "You, want, me, how, what, do?" At that moment, he held thousands of troops and horses, but he was so powerless. At that moment, he held her in his arms, but he only felt the desolation of parting. He knew that from that moment on, she no longer belonged to him. forever. What does she want him to do? A bright red smile bloomed on Xiangsi's pale face, she slowly raised her head, stared at him quietly, and said word by word: "I want the profuse sweat to come down here, seal the king and receive the land, and be a Ping Fan forever!" At this moment, her internal strength has recovered, and her voice can be heard far away. Those soft words echoed for a long time on the silent battlefield. Like thunder. My Dahan was stunned and shocked, even the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty and Emperor Jiajing, who was supervising from a distance, were surprised for a while. The Mongolian army of 100,000 was even more shocked. Return to the king? They rushed for thousands of miles, and when they came here, they had already wiped out most of the Ming Dynasty's vital forces. Seeing that the opportunity to break through the capital and capture the emperor's and queen's clan was at hand.Even she is just the best spoils of war. But she let their sweat surrender? Their great Khan ruled the north, swung his troops to the south, and arrived at the capital within ten days, in order to sweep the whole world, win immortal feats like Genghis Khan, and establish an endless empire that can never go to the end. A small crown surrendered to the Ming Dynasty? Is she crazy? Countless pairs of eyes stared straight at her, with contempt, hostility, ridicule, and hatred. An Dahan was also looking at her, and the astonishment in his eyes gradually turned into fury. She wants him to surrender? For her, he raised 100,000 soldiers and sent them south, causing blood to flow into rivers in this world and lay dead bodies for thousands of miles. She wants him to surrender?Returning to this weak dynasty that was invaded by his soldiers in the capital in only ten days? The Khan's dignity turned into anger, burning his heart, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles were crackling. Xiangsi slightly raised her head, with a calm and peaceful expression on her face. Facing the wrath of the king, she has no fear. She followed his gaze, and everyone's gaze, and said softly: "This war started because of me, and it will end because of me." Suddenly, a cold light bloomed between the two, blood splattered everywhere. Xiangsi pulled out a feathered arrow from my Dahan's quiver, and pierced her chest with her backhand. An Dahan was shocked, and instinctively waved his hand to block it, but unexpectedly her speed was so fast, his hand only touched the arrow's tail, and it was too late to change the direction of the arrow! There was a soft bang, and the sharp arrow sank deep into her body, splashing a large amount of blood. I Dahan was shocked and hugged her.He tore off his clothes in a panic, trying to plug her wound, but no matter how thick the brocade was soaked in an instant, blood flowed out. Her face became even paler, but with a faint smile, she said softly, "Since Da Khan is unwilling to make a kiss, I will make my third suggestion for Da Khan..." She coughed lightly: "It's also the last piece of advice..." An ominous premonition rose from the bottom of An Dahan's heart, which made him feel a bone-chilling chill, and he interrupted her angrily: "Shut up!" Not caring about anything else, he tore off her collar. As soon as his eyes touched, he turned away and couldn't bear to take another look. The arrowhead had completely submerged into the flesh and blood, and blood gushed out along the arrow feathers, gliding out streaks of bright red blood on her fat-like skin. My Dahan has been on the battlefield for many years, so he naturally knows what such an injury means. He looked up at the distant sky, took a deep breath, and held back the hot tears that flowed up in his eyes. When he lowered his head, he saw her eyes full of hope, still the same as before, and he couldn't help feeling a sharp pain in his heart, which pierced his soul. Why not give her a wish? He suppressed the pain and hissed, "Say." At that moment, he would rather be in a catastrophe than fulfill her wish. Acacia smiled with difficulty, and said softly: "Reconciliation can ensure the safety of the whole life, but it is difficult to ensure the peace of the generations. I am afraid that after a hundred years of sweating, the children and grandchildren will disdain, and the smoke will rise again... The country of relatives, but it is necessary to fight each other ...How can you sweat profusely?" A burst of severe pain interrupted her words, she gasped for a long time, and then said with difficulty: "Only by enshrining the king and accepting the soil, can we maintain peace forever... From now on, there will be no border defenses, no more beacon fires, The people of Mongolia and Han will live and multiply on the same land. They will marry each other, live together, use the same tools, and enjoy equal freedom and prosperity." "They will admire the eternal city built by the Great Khan together, and together they will praise the immortal achievements of the Great Khan..." "Forever." Her voice became weaker and weaker, drifting away in the evening wind, and she could hardly bear to hear it. I Dahan couldn't bear it anymore, and hugged her into his arms: "Don't talk anymore!" His voice trembled, "I don't want merit and city, as long as you can survive." Acacia smiled, her smile was dyed red by the setting sun, revealing the gentleness of a lotus flower. She reached out and pulled out the arrow from her chest little by little. The blood blooms like a flower. An Dahan wanted to stop her, but was stopped by her firm gaze. Her slender fingers were stained with blood, and she held up the blood-stained feather arrow: "Please sweat profusely, and promise everyone... a future without arrows." Her voice became very soft, as soft as a sigh: "Yes, promise me." Weak and dying, he can't even hold up an arrow. Let alone the future. An Dahan stretched out his hands, took her hand firmly, and also held the arrow.At this moment, he only wanted the gods and Buddhas in the sky to hear his prayers, not to take this woman and this lotus away. At that moment, it seemed like thousands of years had passed. He took the feather arrow and slowly got up. An Dahan stood against the wind in front of the three armies, his long brown hair flying up.The black president of the undead was still draped over his body, but was soaked in her blood, emitting a soft light. Promise a future with no arrows in hand. For the common people in the world, for Mongolia, and for Han. For the eternal capital that has been established, and the happy smiling faces. I Dahan can seem to see that white flags are flying on the vast grassland, but they are not battle flags, but pastoral flags. The Mongolian and Han people no longer fight and kill each other, and they trade and marry each other.The Han people came to Mongolia.Meng people go to the Central Plains.The sweet kumiss is passed in each other's hands, and hearty laughter is a gift to welcome distant guests.In their hands, cities rose from the ground.Each one is engraved with eternal and immortal legends. her legend. boom. The feathered arrow broke in his hand, and he sighed sadly. Just like many days ago, it was broken between her delicate fingers. An Dahan knelt down slowly, before the blush. At the far end of the world, the city of gold floats above the nine heavens, as if the mercy of Brahma, the god of creation, covers the wilderness and the earth, listening to his oath. "Menghan will always be a country of brothers. May there be no more wars where Brahma is watching." An Dahan bowed solemnly, worshiping the gods in his heart. At this moment, he seemed to hear Brahma's sigh, like a pastoral song of a god, chanted in his heart forever. This oath will be the same as heaven and earth. For the common people of the world, promise a future with no arrows in hand. Also for you. I Dahan thought silently in his heart. He turned his head, only to see the first-floor smile condensed on her haggard face, like a newly blooming lotus.