Dragon Blood Sword God

Chapter 218 Ten Mile Solitary Grave!

Qin Gongcheng, a hundred miles away, is Mount Loulan.

The horizon is boundless, desolate, sad autumn blood, ten miles of wormwood, see you in the lonely grave!
"Wearing armor to fight against the three armies, dyeing the battlefield with blood and passion, the soul of the immortal is still in hell, just to break through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and establish eternal achievements."

"It's been half a year, how are you guys doing?"

The old and crooked figure limped and staggered, and the sad blue eyes swept across the forgotten tomb overgrown with weeds one by one.

Looking away, ten miles are full of lonely graves!
"Three years of blood hatred, buried loyal bones ten miles away, who will start over, clean up the remnants, and step on the mountains and rivers again?"

"Prince Yu is gone!"

"You are also lying here, who will fight against the mountains and rivers in Daqin?"

The old man looked up to the sky angrily and screamed, tears pouring down his face, but no one answered for ten miles away.

These solitary tombs are all buried with the most loyal soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty, but after death, they can only be shrouded here, not even a tombstone, with weeds as companions and sorrowful wind as words.

"But don't worry, the old man is here to talk to you."

The crippled old man looked at the grave in front of him, took out a sickle, and cleaned the grass one by one, chattering.

It seemed that the group of rough men who used to be were drinking alcohol by their side again.

"Boom!"

At the same time, outside Loulan Mountain, the earth trembled and dust billowed wildly. A group of cavalry riding on fire lion horses rushed straight into it, screaming and shaking the sky.

For the old man, it seems that he didn't hear it, and he was still busy.

Roar!
At a distance of a thousand meters from the grave, the fire lion horse raised its head and howled loudly, as if it did not dare to step forward, and stamped its feet on the spot.

On the back of the horse, the bodies of 50 people were propped up, and they pulled the reins of the horses tightly to stabilize their bodies.

At the very front, a tall man looked down, swept across the endless graves, and frowned. Even if he died for three years, even if he was buried in the ground, he still had the will to fight, and the will to die would not return.

This is the hell undead group!

Even if he died in three years, he was still shocked.

"General Wanyan, that old thing is here again."

Behind the tall man, a man in silver-scale battle armor reminded him, and immediately looked at the crippled old man.

The tall man was also preparing to charge away on a fire lion horse.

But the fire lion horse was afraid of the still remaining fighting spirit, so he didn't dare to take another step forward.

As a last resort, the tall man and other 50 people had no choice but to get off the horse and walk towards the lame old man.

"Stop what you're doing!"

The tall man frowned and yelled coldly at the crippled old man.

But the old man was indifferent, as if he didn't see it.

"Let you put it down!"

A gust of pressure from the Nine Layers of True Spirit surged out from Wanyan Lie's body in an instant, and pressed on the crippled old man, with a click, the old man's body sank, making the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

But the old man still didn't stop what he was doing.

"presumptuous!"

Wanyan Lie's eyes narrowed sharply, and Lingwei pressed hard again.

With a sound of '噗嗤', the old man's body was bowed, and a bloody arrow spewed out from his mouth, which fell on the grass pole.

At this time, the old man turned his eyes and stared at the person coming.

"The imperial concubine of the Qing Dynasty confessed that this group of rebels committed a heinous crime and deserved to be scolded by the world. They were allowed to corrupt the barren hills against their bones, and no one was allowed to see them."

"This is a forbidden area. I have warned you in the first half of the year. I broke one leg. This time, you are still here because you want me to break your other leg?"

Wanyan Lie scolded in a deep and indifferent voice.

"Rebels?"

"Heinous crime?"

"The world scolds?"

The old man laughed wildly, desolately.

"Hell undead group, carrying the last hope of Daqin, the most loyal soldiers of Daqin, whoever betrays Daqin, they will not, his blood, soul, from the day he joined, only flowed and died for Daqin, You said they were rebellious?"

"Since its establishment, it has guarded the outside of the Qin Pass, experienced 270 bloody battles, killed millions of enemies, and deterred the countries outside the borders of the Great Qin from daring to violate the border."

"To avenge a Qin commoner, they killed the enemy for hundreds of thousands of miles."

"In order to protect an inch of Daqin's land, they buried hundreds of people, and they still don't regret it!"

"Shrouded in horse leather, bloody on the battlefield, no complaints and no regrets, are they heinous? Are they going to be reviled by the world?"

"They shed blood for Daqin without hesitation, and now their bones are buried here, and no one cares about it. Although I, Zhao Anran, am just one of the small and insignificant firemen, I am also one of them. I cleared weeds for them. ?”

The old man was agitated and asked sonorously.

"You should be thankful that you are just a fireman, otherwise you would have died long ago."

Wanyan Lie ignored the old man's words, but sneered: "It's just a group of rebels. No matter how noble they are, they are still rebels. It is the kindness of the imperial concubine Qing and His Majesty to give them their whole bodies and bury them here. If it were me, They will be cut into pieces, their bones will be smashed into ashes, and they will not even have a place to live."

"Shut up!"

Hearing Wanyan Lie's humiliation, Zhao Anran let out a dumbfounded roar, and his eyes became fierce: "Wanyan Lie, what are you, what qualifications do you have to judge them?"

"In the past, you were trapped and killed by [-] soldiers of the Jinling Dynasty. You were isolated and helpless, and fell into despair. It was General Qin Jian of my hell undead regiment who led an army of [-] undead into the enemy and rescued you."

"To save you, he suffered two knives on his body and dyed his battle clothes red, while a hundred undead soldiers died under the siege of the enemy to save you. They didn't complain at all."

"Their dead bones are buried here, and weeds are overgrown. Others can insult them, but you, the least qualified, owe them a hundred lives."

……

"Shut up!" Wanyan Lie suddenly became angry, his eyes were icy cold, and a violent aura surged out, sending Zhao Anran flying a hundred meters, hitting the ground, groaning and vomiting blood.

"What save me?"

"Do I need their help?"

"If it wasn't because Qin Jian saved me and got me involved with the hell undead group, if it wasn't for their rebellion three years ago and involving me, I would have been promoted to the position of general. They all deserve to die!"

As Wanyanlie spoke, his eyes became more gloomy and fierce, and he suddenly felt murderous intent: "It seems that the punishment for breaking one of your legs was too light. A stubborn person like you should be killed."

"General, since this old man is willing to stay here, let him stay here forever."

Next to him, the man in the silver-scale battle armor suggested at the right time, and the killing light flashed in his eyes.

"The imperial concubine Qing has already explained that whoever defends these rebellious people will be killed, and no one will be left behind." Wanyan Lie said indifferently, and then turned to leave, uttering a cold order: "Kill!"

Clang!
The murderous intent in the silver-scaled man's eyes exploded without any concealment, and he drew his sword and slashed at Zhao Anran.

Zhao Anran was not afraid, but smiled, very relieved, Prince Yu left, and the undead group also left, he was alone, he had nothing to fear, he just wanted to be happy.

Ignoring the coming sword, he turned around calmly and looked at the endless graves. His old face was finally no longer sorrowful, but a smile.

laugh!
The sound of skin splitting suddenly sounded, followed by the sound of 'puff', followed by the sound of blood splashing.

but.

Zhao Anran discovered that he was not dead.

His expression was fixed, and he turned his eyes to look over, only to find that the arm of the man in the silver scale armor who was about to kill him was broken.

A stream of fresh blood 'chi chi' splashed.

His body was suppressed by the terrifying energy, and he didn't even scream, but stared at the figure approaching from a distance.

Zhao Anran also turned his eyes to look, and a figure of a young man in white gradually came into view.

(End of this chapter)