Chapter 687

The dark sky reveals the coquettish appearance after dressing in a sunny winter morning.

Dark blue bottomless daimeiqing, rouge bath after the red Wei halo, but also a few strands, slightly scattered, thin as cicada wings like pink clouds.

The horn under the imperial city finally sounded thick and powerful, floating back and forth in all directions, rippling layer by layer in the ears of the city guards for a long time.

Xiao Zimu watched the army crush the city, and the nine gates began to attack together.

Even without the threat of arrow rain, the relationship between Xiao Yanjun and Shi Fuqiu was alienated at the beginning of summer, which caused some resentment between them because they just argued about whether to release the arrow, but they were still just careful.

More than 6000 people defend 180000 rebels, which is like a arabian night.

At this moment, the city guarding crossbow designed by umawa turned and roared to the rebels under the imperial city like a strafe.

For a moment, it was full of the sound of "poof" when the arrow disappeared into the flesh and blood.

Shi Fuqiu ordered the shield soldiers to connect. He looked at the direction of the city tower and scolded: "shameless."

In the early summer, he was forced not to use bows and arrows, but he used the machine recklessly.

"I want you to catch this man alive. Be sure to catch him alive!" A trace of curious light flashed at the bottom of Xiao Yanjun's eyes.

This man is really useful for marching and fighting.

Shi Fuqiu doesn't know that if this person is in hand, the unification of the great cause will get twice the result with half the effort.

At that time, he is the belief of the state of Xiao, the hero of unification, and the unique family of generals.

If he can't be a descendant of the legendary family, he will be the first person to create this prosperous era!

Cheng zhaobing stood behind them and suddenly opened his mouth: "when I was a child herding horses on the border, I heard the old people laugh and talk about a rumor."

Xiao Yanjun's eyes still stayed on the amazing city guarding crossbow. Shi Fuqiu knew that Cheng zhaobing would not say such a sentence inexplicably at this time.

So Shi Fuqiu looked at him and asked in a deep voice, "what's the rumor?"

Cheng zhaobing's eyes also looked directly at the city guarding crossbow, but his eyes were a little empty. He seemed to cross the city guarding crossbow and immerse himself in the long past: "I heard that around the monarch who ruled the world in those days, there was a military division with great power and great talent, who was good at taking advantage of opportunities, skillfully arranging arrays, calming the world and fixing rivers and mountains..."

Xiao Yanjun was attracted by his words and looked back at him: "you mean the person who made this machine may be..."

Cheng zhaobing took back his eyes, arched Xiao Yanjun and replied, "I have seen a few records in a book in the Ministry of war for many years. At that time, I only thought that the world was exaggerating. Now I have seen it with my own eyes. I just know that there is such a genius in the world. The military master's surname is Wuma and his single name is Yi."

Xiao Yanjun and Shi Fuqiu looked at each other, and their eyes glittered with the inevitable light.

However, Wuma Huacai, who was regarded as prey by them, designed the city guarding crossbow. No matter how exquisite it is, it is difficult for a skillful woman to make bricks without rice.

Crossbows and arrows are always useful for a moment, but the rebels are endless. After being baptized by rounds of arrow rain, they finally stop.

The rebels took down their shields, hit the city trees, attacked the gates of the palaces, and built and climbed the siege ladder again and again.

The guards led the soldiers to fight on the city tower, and the sound of fighting continued.

Odeng gerile was splashed with blood all over. When the first warm heat was sprinkled on her face, she screamed and panicked. Rebel faces climbed from her feet, then fell down, and changed faces to meet the difficulties.

When the first warm and cold on her face came down, she was already covered with blood. She didn't even scream anymore. She was gradually used to those people who were under her climbing and falling.

Over and over again, like a nightmare, she will never wake up from it.

And her husband, noble as a banished immortal from the dust, stood far below the city and didn't even look at her

Did he believe in the foul language of early summer and think he was not clean?

Odengerile only felt that her eyes were hot and something was about to burst into tears. She desperately clenched her lips and she couldn't cry!

She is no longer the little princess held in the palm of the Mongolian father Khan. She is Xiao Yanjun's wife. She is a very noble crown princess. How can she cry

At the foot of the Imperial City, a mountain of corpses had been piled up in a moment. In addition to the ladder, the rebels even began to trample on the corpses and climb up from every corner with the ladder.

Xiao mubai's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the serious shortage of city guards was fully reflected at this moment.

Some rebels have turned over from the city wall and rushed towards the city gate. As a result, they were stunned to see the city gate blocked by stone pestles. How can he open the door?

But they were only stunned at the last moment of their life, and were ended by dark guards falling from the sky.

Xiao mubai finally gave the last instruction, and even the hidden guards around them all went out. There was really no room for them.

With the participation of the dark guard, the soldiers of the city garrison eased slightly and were able to breathe.

However, after gasping for a moment, more than 1000 killers of lingmen came with the addition of dark Wei.

Imperial concubine Li didn't appear in the tower today. She stayed outside the city for many days and was tired of skewing the tent. Yesterday, she finally returned to Shi's house and went to her boudoir before she left the cabinet for a night.

At this time, she was greedy for the past time, leaning against the window and enjoying the scenery outside leisurely.

From time to time, the sound of swords came out of the window. A masked man soared in the air with a long sword, and the tip of the sword reached a osmanthus tree. The blade of the sword was slowly arched upward because of the strength he pushed. However, the man suddenly retracted the sword and turned around, causing falling snow and horizontal branches to tremble.

Princess Li bent her lips and smiled. Her eyes moved to the table in the room. There was a handkerchief she had not embroidered. The embroidered face on the handkerchief was in the garden in the shade. A handsome man danced sword flowers one after another

In the boudoir room, there was a faint sweet scented osmanthus fragrance. Pear soup was warmed on the small table. Two pieces of wine fermented pear cakes were roasted on the charcoal stove. Lian Yan flipped the pear cakes from time to time, with bursts of cake aroma.

The masked man didn't know when to enter the house. Although concubine Li didn't lift her eyes, she noticed a trace of air flow in the house. She gently picked her hand in the direction of Lian Yan.

Lian Yan took a bowl of pear soup and took it. The man took a sip and put it back on the table and went to Princess Li.

Princess Li raised her eyes and looked at him with a smile: "how many years ago did this scene happen?"

The man's hand that wanted to stretch out was frozen in the air and hung down slowly. It just deeply coagulated her beautiful face and sighed in a warm voice: "it's almost twenty years."

Princess Li walked slowly to the table, and her fingertips swam along the outline of the man on the handkerchief.

She suddenly opened her mouth and said in a soft voice, "it's almost twenty years..."