The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

The siege of Beiliang is still going on.

At the base of the city wall, there was dilapidated scorched soil, the blue city wall with blood stains, and the smell of blood in the air was so strong that it almost made people vomit.

Song Lanyi looked around. During this period of time, his nerves were tense almost all night, and the chin of the whole face was thinned at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a pointed chin.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and the tip of the pen slowly wrote down a line of words on the rice paper.

"On the ninth day, injuries: 27 people, deaths: more than [-] people."

So far, food and grass in the city can still be supplied, but there are countless casualties.

Almost every day, I can see stretchers being carried past my eyes.

However, the reinforcements from King Qi did not come for a long time.

When another round of monsters receded, leaving only the devastated city wall, Song Lanyi tiptoed lightly and picked up a monster's corpse.

It doesn't take her to observe carefully, or to see the details, but just from the surface, she can clearly feel that a lot of life essence has been lost in this monster body.

Simply put, it means not eating enough and losing weight.

Yaoman has already cultivated the flesh body, and his requirements for blood food are extremely terrifying, let alone such a large army.

When the ecological chain outside the city began to collapse and the prey disappeared without a trace, they barely survived for a few days, and then they seemed to go crazy and plundered the corpses of the human race.

But this is just a drop in the bucket.

Being able to last until the ninth day... Both sides are already at the end of their rope.

Under the city wall, Mrs. Zhang's hair is scattered, but she has a sonorous feeling of a heroine.

She looked around and raised the red-tasseled spear in her hand, "Today's battle is the last battle of the ten-day siege. If you win, you will rise to the top of the sky; if you lose, you will fall into the blue spring, win the name behind you, and win the sacrifice of heroes. "

As she said that, she looked at the crowd with a fixed expression, and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, the monsters are just outside the city wall, they eat the flesh and blood of our compatriots, they regard our family as cattle, sheep, chickens, and pigs, and they jokingly call us two-legged sheep. But, at such a desperate time, are you really willing to cry like lambs under the butcher's knife?"

Among the crowd, a woman holding a Wu hook uttered a sassy voice, raised her head and laughed loudly, "Even if the ending is bad, it's just a scar the size of a bowl on my neck. Rather than living on my knees, I'd rather—stand Die! Kill—"

Perhaps it was the woman's fearlessness and impassioned words that inspired everyone.

Under the city wall, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians threw their cups together, and the evil spirit like wolf smoke shot straight into the sky:

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The three "kill" characters shook the world and suppressed the sky.

boom -

For nine days, the city gate that countless soldiers had blocked with their lives was slowly opened.

At this time, the sky was bright, and the candlelight shining in the dark night could be vaguely seen.

Song Lanyi wiped the water stains on his mouth, put on the heavy armor again, and walked all the way to the team.

The spring is cold, and the wind in the morning brings the unique feeling of dryness and coldness in the north. The dust beats on the face, and there is a kind of fishy and salty astringency.

It was the smell of blood.

The flag of the general in front was raised high, "Shoot the arrow!"

Arrows rained all over the sky, dragging the flame tail built with talent, forming an extremely gorgeous and dangerous firework.

The flow of people and the monsters collide together, poetry, pen and ink, fists and feet collide everywhere.

Song Lanyi saw a colorful tiger rushing towards her. She used poetry as a sword to stir up the situation. She pierced through her intestines with one sword, and forcibly split a fourth-rank tiger into two halves from top to bottom.

The hot blood splashed on Song Lanyi's head, as if turning her black hair into dark red.

At this moment, beside her, a badger-like creature suddenly flew from the side and rushed towards a soldier.

At this critical moment, the long knife in the soldier's hand happened to get stuck in the monster's shoulder blades beside him.

When he saw this scene, his heart couldn't help beating wildly. He was so nervous that he even forgot to swallow his saliva. The tip of his throat was dry, but he didn't feel regret or fear.

On the contrary, at the moment of being stunned, he sank into his dantian and used his force to overwhelm the five mountains, intending to follow Song Lanyi's example and forcefully smash the Yaoman into pieces.

Suddenly, his beard and hair were all stretched out, and he laughed loudly:
"Why are you afraid of death when a man is alive? I hope that after thousands of years, he will still be a great man!"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of flesh and blood shattering sounded instantly.

The soldier didn't feel the pain he imagined, so he opened his eyes in doubt, and then stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

Song Lanyi stood in the air, like an insurmountable mountain, standing in front of him.

Her five fingers formed into claws, as if built of gold and stone, she actually tore Yaoman from the center abruptly.

The monster's body, which was divided into two halves, fell to the ground, splashing blood like raindrops, crackling and crackling in everyone's field of vision.

"It doesn't have to be thousands of years later, you are also a hero, and you should be remembered by the historian."

Song Lanyi turned around and said so.

Her tone was not gentle, but rational and calm, as if stating an objective fact.

But it was precisely this that made the soldier feel the urge to burst into tears.

In the bloody rain, he wiped his red eyes.

Sweat, tears, and blood were all mixed together, and I couldn't tell what it was like.

The sky was pouring down with rain.

In the continuous rain, he roared, "There will always be a strong wind blowing up from the ground, and I will have no regrets in this life! Dagan, bright sword!"

As soon as the words came out, the morale, which was slightly sluggish, rose again.

Flying sand and walking stones, amidst the sky crying and the wind howling, countless heroes and women drew their swords angrily.

At this moment, the beacon-like smoke was condensed into a big sword, and it slashed downwards heavily.

Song Lanyi slowly closed his eyes when he heard the bright sword echoing in his ears.

At this moment, she seemed to understand what a big job is.

This is a dynasty as real as the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, and it cannot be explained by mere fiction.

It also has an extremely rich historical heritage, as well as the spirit of blood and fire.

This spirit... is the wind, the sword, and the indomitable momentum of knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, but walking towards the tigers.

The blood on Song Lanyi's face almost covered her facial features.

But just like this, her state of mind seemed to be perfectly sublimated in this blood and fire.

The corners of her mouth curled up a little, and she looked peaceful and peaceful.

At that moment, the space around her remained absolutely silent.

She said: "Wind, come."

Seal, same as "wind".

The seal of reincarnation can be a person, it can be a heart, and it can also be everything in the world.

And in the same way, her fingertips can be a medium for casting spells, so can all things, and the wind... can also be used.

The moment her voice fell, she felt that the talent in her body was quickly emptied, and she began to absorb the essence in her body.

Let her waterfall-like black hair turn into a black and white hair color.

There is a mixture of the freshness of a girl and the vicissitudes of a dying person.

However, she has no regrets.

Like that sentence.

There is always a strong wind blowing up from the ground, and I have no regrets in this life.