Chapter 148 Ning Jun is mighty! Your Highness, Princess? ! 【2 updates】


    There is a faint red line in the sky, not the sunset turned into after the sun sets, but the fire.


    Ye Wanlan remembered Hejia''s narration in the letter he wrote to her—


    They fell from the sky with the fire, bringing blood and corpses.


    Who are they?


    Ye Wanlan pinched his fingers bit by bit, looked up and looked towards the West.


    There is no need to look back on this history, she also knows that the people who invaded China would not be the Western Regions and the Northern Land.


    The Western Regions had been scared by the King of Yan for a long time, and the Queen of the Northern Land signed an agreement with her and would never go to war with Shenzhou during her lifetime.


    What''s more, even if the Western Regions and the Northern Land unite unite, they do not have the ability to break through China.


    Hejia rolled over the horse, holding the reins in one hand and a spear in the other, and carrying a heavy sword behind him.


    He said in a faint voice: "Go."


    Several deputy generals followed and came to the marching station together.


    There are 150,000 heavy cavalry alone in the northwest.


    However, this day was less than 50,000.


    Seeing Hejia come out, the remaining cavalry quickly lined up: "General!"


    "We have fought together for thirteen years, and it has been a break today." Hejia said slowly, "Ning Jun is mighty and swears to never retreat."


    Just eight words, it boosted morale.


    "Ning Jun is mighty and swears to never retreat!"


    "The general is mighty, the prince is a thousand years old!"


    "If this game is won, it will be peaceful for several years." Hejia took the lead in riding his horse, "We must fight."


    King Yan, he should give this title right and die on the battlefield with dignity.


    Even though he died nine times, he still did not regret it.


    This is a war that will be defeated, but no one retreated.


    Yellow sand is everywhere, and thousands of horses are galloping.


    The Tianji Camp led by King Yan is one of the three most powerful armies of the Ning Dynasty, and the other two battalions are led by the King of Chu and Qin respectively.


    At this moment, Ye Wanlan finally saw the face of the enemy.


    It is indeed human, not non-human, with black hair, blonde hair, green hair, black eyes, blue eyes and red eyes, and there is no distinction between race.


    They were wearing only ordinary clothes, but as Hejia said, these clothes were harder than armor and were invulnerable to swords and guns.


    And their weapons were far stronger than Ning Jun. The sword made of meteorite in Ning Jun''s hand was cut off in an instant!


    This is a complete killing.


    Every second, a Ning Chao soldier died.


    All the soldiers of the six armies died, every inch of mountain and river was blood.


    Ye Wanlan''s hands were hanging on both sides of his body, trembling constantly.


    She remembered all the records she had read about the battle of hosts, and there was one sentence that she was particularly impressed by -


    They shouted, China will not perish, China will not perish!


    This angered the enemy, and they were brutally killed.


    That day, millions of bones were killed in China.


    Later generations of historians thought this was too exaggerated, but when I saw it today, I even wrote it lightly.


    Historical books are just a few words, and it is indeed difficult to describe the true history.


    The short four words "Million Bone Death" are just a million lives behind them.


    Others don’t know that she read the written records of Ning Chao’s destruction every day, just to remember this deep national hatred and family hatred.


    Anyone can forget it, but as the Xiang royal family, as the princess of Yongning, and as the witness of millions of lives on her back, she cannot forget it.


    I don’t know how long it took, the wind stopped, and the surroundings were quiet, and only breathing could be heard.


    Hejia was surrounded by corpses, and in the vast world, he was the only one who was still alive.


    The brothers and sisters who have been with him for thirteen years have all been killed.


    "King Yan is right? Oh, you are still in ancient times, and they are really backward civilizations." The person who was called the general clapped his hands and smiled, "I admire your strength and your backbone, so I decided to give you a chance to join me, how about it?"


    Hejia closed his eyes and let the blood flow down the wound on his body.


    It hurts very much.


    Since pacifying the northwest, he has not suffered such severe injuries for a long time, and it has been so painful.


    But the physical pain is not as good as the energy.


    He thought that he still lost after all, and he was defeated.


    He could not even stop these enemies from invading Shenzhou. He knew very well that he could not fall, and once he fell, Shenzhou would be destroyed.


    But now, what can he do?


    Hejia suddenly recalled that they were wandering outside for a long time ago. Xiang Lan, who was only three years old at that time, asked him a question.


    -Brother Wang, how can we become stronger?


    - Becoming stronger means being broken step by step by step. When these weaknesses are gone, you are the strongest.


    - Weakness?


    - It’s like Xiaolan is my weakness.


    Hejia slowly opened his eyes, and he straightened up again, pulled the broken blade out of his left chest with one hand, and clenched the spear with the other. “Roar—”


    In a faint sense, a dragon sounded, intimidating the world.


    This is the tenth style of Shen Ce Gunsmanship—


    Qian, Long, Teng, Yuan!


    “Boom!”


    The entire earth suddenly fell, with sand and stones flying, and countless trees along the way were cracking.


    A scream sounded, and thousands of people fell into the crack and lost their lives in an instant.


    The power of this move was not even expected by the enemy, and it was too late to retreat.


    They expected that Hejia had exhausted his strength and must not fight them again.


    But the killer moves of each of the six major sects kill one thousand enemies, lose eight hundred of them, and exchange their lives for life, and they will not be used easily.


    This is also the first time that Hejia has used the "Qianlong Tengyuan" move.


    In an instant, the violent internal force broke all his meridians, and blood flowed out through his seven orifices, but he touched the corners of his lips and smiled slightly.


    This move is stronger than he imagined, which is very good.


    He did it, and he protected China with his life, and it was time to take a break.


    "He even made a move when he died, and he lost a lot of people. It''s really unlucky."


    "I didn''t expect that these Chinese people are so kind. Wouldn''t it be better to surrender early? They have to rush forward one by one to die. It''s really a moth to the flames, overestimating their abilities."


    "Admiral, the man is dead, what do you say?"


    "Are you still dead bodies there? Do you need to teach you?"


    "Brother Wang!" Ye Wanlan realized something. She quickly stepped forward, rushed to Hejia, and protected him tightly, "No - Brother Wang!"


    However, this is just a back-tracking of the scene and an unchangeable history.


    The long knife passed through her body and cut off Hejia''s head.


    Blood splattered, Ye Wanlan looked at his hand, but he couldn''t even touch a drop of blood.


    She was like a completely outsider, and could only watch Hejia be whipped after his death.


    The King of Yan would never know. He didn''t want her to see the fall of China with her own eyes, but she still saw it.


    The unprecedented hatred almost made Ye Wanlan unable to control her bursting murderous intent. She was trembling all over her body, but she could only stay where she could not move anything.


    The enemy then cut off Hejia''s limbs, threw him into the wilderness, and maliciously destroyed the environment of Yanshan.


    Yanshan Mountain has completely turned into a desert, and no grass grows.


    "There is a complete kill here, and we can continue to walk. The southern Xinjiang has already been defeated, so we can''t fall behind next."


    These foreign troops laughed and whipped away, attacked from the northwest, and drove straight into Fengyuan.


    According to historical records, in 1723, the King of Yan guarded Yanshan Mountain and did not retreat, and his corpse was still alive. He was only twenty-eight years old.


    …


    “Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-


    It was the sound of water dropping, and it suddenly sounded in my ears.


    The scene in front of Ye Wanlan finally dissipated, and it was still pitch black in Yanshan Mountain, without a trace of light.


    Her heart seemed to be cut off by some sharp blade, empty, and the cold wind was pouring in frantically, thrusting and thrusting into it.


    "Oh my god, I finally can see something!" The excited voice interrupted Ye Wanlan''s contemplation, "It was really strange just now. Why did you experience what happened before His Highness Yan King died? It must be my hallucination. Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo my Highness Yan King died so miserably..."


    Ye Wanlan was still standing silently, turning a deaf ear to Qing Yunpei''s cry.


    She never thought that Hejia would die in such a tragic and heroic way.


    Before his death, he also sacrificed thousands of people who died together.


    It was this move that completely angered the enemy.


    Her brother was named King Yan''s elder brother at the age of sixteen, but he did not even leave his body.


    Ye Wanlan closed his eyes: "It''s not your hallucination, I saw it too, thank you."


    She had already remembered the face of the general and the faces of all the enemies who killed the soldiers of China.


    She will not forget it.


    “…”


    There was a moment of silence.


    "Ah-!" Qing Yunpei screamed, "What a terrible human being, she can really hear me. What should I do? Did she listen to all my words just now? My club is dead!"


    Hearing these very modern and trendy words, Ye Wanlan was silent: "…"


    It can be seen that there are indeed many people entering Yanshan. Qing Yunpei has been buried in the ground for a long time and has learned a lot of things that should not be learned.


    "I can hear you talking." Ye Wanlan took Qingyunpei out of his pocket and put it in front of him, "Although you don''t know why, you can tell me everything you know."


    "That''s not OK. I''m the treasure of Your Highness King Yan. Who are you? If you ask me to tell me, I''ll tell you. Wouldn''t I be shameless?" Qing Yunpei''s voice suddenly broke, and his tone was raised, and he was trembling violently in disbelief: "Your Majesty, Your Highness Princess?!"


    ?The end of the month continues to seek votes for Sister Lan! If you don''t vote, it will expire. If you vote, I will vote for you. Sister Lan will be on the list immediately.


    ??The King of Yan will appear officially and will live, don’t panic! Wait for me to lay the mat


    See you tomorrow~~


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    (This chapter ends)