MTL - The Emperor Reigns Them All-v8 Chapter 127 The years are too late (on)

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Suddenly Nadine looked down at Zhang Changan, and finally his eyes fell on Saidian Chi next to him, sneer: "Saidian Chi, it really is that you have betrayed the true God and betrayed the caliph, you are really hiding deep enough! I Give you a chance to kneel and surrender immediately, if not, I'll make you worse than death! "

Saidian was pale and trembled, and looked around, his eyes flashing.

"You can't live, but you can fight to death like a soldier!" Zhang Chang'an kept staring forward, but seemed to see Sai Dianchi's reaction, knew the other's mind, and said coldly without turning his head.

He calculated that he only had four strokes of strength. According to the standing situation of the three hundred food monks in front of him, he could kill 10%, including two real people.

Ten percent of monks, two real people, this will be Zhang Changan's last feat for Datang.

A breeze blew, shaking his robe. He didn't wait for Nadine to say anything, his knees were slightly bent, and his hind feet were **** the ground, and the tiger and leopard generally stung out!

"Kill others, Datang Zhang Changan!"

When reporting to the family, Zhang Changan looked solemn and almost religious. When he was dying, he didn't have any fears, and some of them just showed high war will and unyielding will.

He is a soldier of Datang.

The sword was slashed, and if the sword was as good as a horse, the first group of monks for food and gas training had not had time to respond, and their bodies were cut off one after another and burst into a huge blood mist.

Behind Zhang Changan, more than thirty Datang monks rushed out at the same time. They all exhausted their last strength and left no room for survival. So even if they are exhausted, they are still fierce, the arc drawn by the long knife is sharp and overbearing, and the reiki shakes like a fire.

The two priests in the air were like wild geese, swooping left and right towards Zhang Changan. Dozens of monks on the ground ran out, yelling and holding a knife straight into their eyes, their eyes were fierce. .

Zhang Chang'an never retreated, and completely gave up his defense. The second sword was cut vertically, and a priest was killed. He was slashed from the forehead to the chin to the chest cavity by the sword light, and it was instantly extinguished.

For a moment, Zhang Changan was dizzy. This was a sign that his energy was about to run out. At this moment, he could not even see his opponent. But his movement did not stop at all, endured the pain of Qi Hai, quickly flashed to the side, and at the same time, straightened his sword.

The shoulder hurts a lot, as if he was hit by a wild cow, half of his body loses consciousness, and he falls over to the side. Zhang Changan seems to have expected this. He left his foot on the ground and stabilized his figure. The long knife sent a solid touch, as if piercing something.

The next moment, Zhang Changan restored his vision. In front of him was a distorted and frightened face, and blood was pouring out of his mouth. It was another big priest who shot. The knife in Zhang Changan's hand penetrated the opponent's chest just before the opponent wanted to stab him with a knife.

The knife in the opponent's hand was embedded in Zhang Chang'an's left shoulder. The entrance was extremely deep, and Zhang Chang'an's arm was almost cut off. Zhang Changan's face was as iron as if he could not feel the pain. He pushed away the dead priest and pulled out his long sword.

At this time, dozens of monks practicing qi had already rushed in front of him, all of them had red ears and red eyes, their eyes looked like fire, and the intention of killing was stunned.

Zhang Chang'an just felt that the five internal organs were falling over the river. The body seemed to explode from the inside, and his footsteps were too fierce. It seemed that he could barely stand still for a moment.

However, his eyes remained silent.

Because the steps in the plan have not been completed.

He cut the fourth sword.

He didn't know how the knife was cut. He should have no energy. But he knew that he would be able to make the last cut, even if it was purely will. He knew very well about himself, so this knife made a group of monks who had rushed to the front to eat gas, all vomited blood and flew out.

After this sword, Zhang Changan was so weak that he was unable to stand.

He suddenly felt a little sorry.

At this moment a wind blade flew, banged on his chest, and flew him from a distance.

The shot was Nadine with a low look.

He thought that Zhang Chang'an had no energy and didn't plan to do it by himself, but he didn't expect that the other party could kill two of his priests and twenty or thirty practicing monks, which made him irritated.

When Zhang Chang'an flew out in the morning light, his thoughts were clear, and there was no regret, a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

In the gorgeous sunlight, Yu Guang at the corner of Zhang Chang'an's eyes glimpsed that dozens of Datang monks, some of them were fighting in the midst of the air with the food priest, some were falling from the air, some were on the ground with the food monk The short soldiers met, and some fell to the ground, but they also grabbed the monk's feet and tripped each other.

As a warrior, I was finally knocked down by the enemy, and my life finally ended successfully. No matter where I put it, when I was there, it was a matter of pride.

Eight years ago, the imperial court revived Hexi.

During the Tubo war, between the months of the month, the land of the nineteen states turned upside down, which opened the curtain of the Tang Dynasty conquering the mountains. At that time, Zhang Chang'an was just a teenager of a local family in Jincheng County, but he fought on his own, killing Tubo with his family and friends.

That night, he saw the white-haired grandfather and his old friends in a **** battle on the street, the father who endured heavy burdens and the powerful enemy, and saw the stream of magic in the night sky.

Since then, he has embarked on an unpredictable journey, or participated in or witnessed all the major events and wars of the resurgence and prosperity of the dynasty. College practice, killing enemies in the north, Huai Rong Jiangong, principal grassland, Yunliang East Liaoning ...

In this process, his personal life can also be called ups and downs. In the vortex of worldliness, officialdom, morals, fame and fortune, it is undulating, and once sinks into the abyss of despair, seeing no hope.

Eventually, in the crucial battle of the reunification of the empire, the emperor had a mischief, and he was able to enter the hinterland of the Great Eater. On the basis of years of accumulation of the Western Region Commercial Bank, he did his best to stir up the situation, break the enemy division, echo the dynasty's frontal attack, and make a lifeless contribution.

However, there is a price to pay for everything, especially for incompetence. In this earth-shattering war, many soldiers are always killed. Some of them are ordinary and others are amazing. Equality before death is the only true equality that the world has.

Now, Zhang Chang'an has reached the end of his life. When the experience of this life formed a series of pictures, and flashed in his mind, he suddenly realized that he had only spent more than 20 spring and autumn.

The ups and downs of a wonderful life stop at a time of great prosperity.

This is the fate of a soldier.

His back fell heavily on the icy muddy ground, and Zhang Changan spit out a spit of blood in consciousness. He didn't feel much about his body anymore, just felt that the sun in front of him was bright and dazzling, and seemed to be beating countless beautiful.

Pure beauty.

At the moment of death, the pure beauty experienced in life is the last nostalgia for this world.

"What good things have I had in my life?" Zhang Changan faced Langlang clear sky, her pupils were scattered, her eyes gradually dissipated.

At this instant, he had no time to think about his life carefully, but some things were actually rooted in his life, and he didn't need to look for it. Zhang Changan, who had blurred his sight, suddenly could not see more clearly, a clean and pure face appeared in the blue sky.

That was not his night in Jincheng County, where the sword slashed Tubo and declared his growth as a true warrior; nor was he the king's army in the Qidan camp outside Huairong City, leading the congregation to attack Defeating the Khitan people, the first famous picture.

It wasn't even the grandfather's longing expectation, and his father looked at his pride and relief at the end of his life.

Out of fame and fortune, out of morality, and out of gains and losses.

Free from all shackles and desires.

When life stays at the last moment and everything becomes simple and pure, it returns to the true colors of life. No restraint, no worry, no fear, no pain.

Zhang Chang'an slowly raised his hand and reached into the blue sky, trying to touch Zhang Yuan's face in the sky. It seemed that as long as he touched each other, he seized the most precious things in life and satisfied the most profound nostalgia.

However, there was nothing left in his strength, so the action seemed stiff and extremely difficult. Even if his eyes were full of longing, pity and perseverance, he was destined to touch nothing. In the end, he could only fall back to coldness. Gobi.

"Gesang ..."

He shouted softly.

...

The rare good weather, the wind and sunshine of the Mobe steppe in late autumn, and the bright sun dispelled many of the chill brought by the north wind.

The shepherds lazily basked in the sun outside their felt tents, and yelled at their neighbors not far away; the children, dressed in round clothes, bullied the shepherd dogs and howled.

Good wine men start holding jugs during the day to avoid being complained by the elderly; women bow their heads to sew their clothes, and occasionally blame their children for not knowing the importance of dogs.

Harmonious and hopeful, this is what Gesang looks like today.

Gesang led a group of lambs and walked out of the tribe. They all bowed their heads along the way, and their moods were not high and sullen. Many people greeted her, and she just smiled barely and didn't talk.

Now there is no pasture in the ranch, and everyone is preparing for the winter. Only Gesang can't beat the thunder every day, and he will still go out to graze for a long time. It's just that the flocks that followed are from endless to only twenty or thirty. It seems that the intention of distraction is greater than letting the flocks graze.

Several middle-aged women watched Gesang go away, with deep worries in their eyes, huddled together.

"Why is the chief sullen all day now, and I've looked around for a while."

"Well, since Zhang Biejia left, the chief has not been really happy. I have seen her hiding her tears alone several times!"

"Poor, I don't know what Zhang Biejia thinks, how can I bear the chieftain to fight?"

"Men always go to war ..."

"Now the world is peaceful. What wars are still fighting? Wars may not return ...."

"Don't say it blindly, if the chief heard it, she should cry again!"

Gesang led the flock more than ten miles away from the tribe to a high grassy slope. The location is remote and the sparse population makes it a quiet place to go. The most rare thing is that looking westward from now on, the horizon can be extended to the sky without any obstruction in the middle.

Gesang hugged a lamb, sat down on the grassy slope, and stared at the west sky with blurry eyes. After half a ring, she softly hummed a simple but long-sounding tune, and her clear voice spread far away, with some resentment, swirling in the wind for a long time.

After singing for a while, Gesang lowered the asleep lamb gently, and found a book from her arms.

This is a collection of poems, given to her by Zhang Chang'an. Gesang opened the booklet, and turned it into the middle. The words on the page that seemed to have the ability to perform magic skills gradually made her clear eyes wet.

She chanted softly.

Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing, parting from Jun Sheng.

More than a million miles away, each in Tianyiya.

The road was long and long, and the meeting was safe.

Huma relies on the north wind, and the south branch of the Viet Niao.

The date is far away, and the day of lacing has slowed down.

When reading this, Gesang subtly pulled his own shirt. From the position of the waist, the shirt was obviously much larger than the previous one, and she was wearing some loose clothes. This is evidence that she has lost a lot of weight. Grimping his lips, Gesang continued reading.

Clouds cover the day, and the wanderer ignores his return.

Sijun is old, and years are too late.

Do n’t return to donate, try to add meals.

Closing the booklet, Gesang sighed and looked at the sheep under the grass slope. They were lowering their heads to look for grass stems, and howling twice.

She remembered the days when she had grazed with Zhang Changan. In retrospect, the sunshine at that time was always extraordinarily gorgeous. The grass in the pasture seemed to be too much to eat, and the cattle and sheep always raised their heads and smirked to show funny teeth. Then laughed.

But now, the sheep no longer laugh, and the grass in the pasture is gone.

Gesang felt sore and sniffed several times. After collecting the poems, she took out a piece of oil cake from her pocket and started to sip. The poem says that in order to have a good appearance when meeting each other in Japan, I can't keep myself thin, eat more, and raise myself to look beautiful.

When eating oil cakes, a smile appeared on the corner of Gesang's mouth. At this time, she liked to imagine the meeting with Zhang Changan again.

It might be a bright moon night, and I was dozing off and woke up by accident, and I was surprised to find that the person who was missing was standing by the bed, looking at him with affection.

Maybe it was a sunny afternoon when the calm earth suddenly slammed, and then a mighty iron rider appeared on the horizon. The leading general was extraordinary and powerful, and Zema came to himself, raised his high horseshoe, and then leapt down from the horse's back, holding himself already in the arms.

Thinking about it, Gesang giggled. At this moment, she forgot her sorrow and her depression, and there was only a bright future in her mind.

She raised her head, wondering when the sun had reached the other side, and the sun was shining directly in front of her, making her flowers bloom. At this moment, her eyes widened suddenly, because the person who missed her dream appeared in front of her.

She jumped in surprise and embraced with open arms.

She made a splash.

There was no one at all.

It was just the illusion that I wanted to outline.

Gesang remained in a hug, sulking there.

Her tears burst into tears.

Suddenly her heart hurt terribly.

It's like being pinched and crushed by something, and it's like being pierced by a sharp arrow. What followed was a deep loss, as if I had lost the most important thing, as if the entire world had left me.

Gesang fell to the ground, and Douda's tears fell on the lamb's white hair.

It was just before she seemed to know that Zhang Changan was gone.

It turned out that the day of the lanyard is not slow and hard, and it is not terrible that the years are too late. What is really desperate is that the long-awaited person will never return.

On the empty grassland, the heartbreaking weeping of the shepherd girl sounded, the flock was distracted, and spread out all the way, and the shepherds in the distance all looked up.