Chapter 35 Mask
Li Xiaohe only stood on the platform with Liang Ziqiao.
Look at the roar of the wind, the black clouds surging, the flames of war, and the sound of killing.
In the morning of the second day, General Li sued himself and left in a hurry to lead 200,000 reinforcements in the rear.
Li Xiaohe has always wondered what magic Liang Ziqiao has to do to attack Yuzhou City in the future.
The sun is gradually rising, but the whole battlefield is full of smoke. The sun can't look down directly, and there is only vast smoke in the sky.
Yesterday night, I kept attacking the city, and I don't know how many soldiers were killed or injured on the battlefield.
When it rose on that day and lit up the earth, soldiers who cleaned up the battlefield brought the dead and injured back to the rear, and then a new batch of siege troops replaced last night's siege armor and launched a new round of fierce attack on Yuzhou City again.
Behind the barracks, in a huge valley, the bones of countless dead soldiers are piled up in this valley.
The sound of cannons sounded in unison, and the spirits spilled like rain on the mountains of bones.
The long wind roared and the loess sprinkled.
"Soul An••••••"
A group of soldiers roared with the wind and cracked the blue sky.
Slowly, the mountain-like bones were buried under the loess and could no longer be seen. There was only a bumpy loess, no trace of blood, and the thick blood was swept out of the sky by the strong wind.
Then there are horizontal trees inserted on this loess, and each horizontal tree has a name to prove that this person has come to this world.
But how many people have actually been burned by the war, and they can no longer distinguish their faces, let alone determine their names.
More horizontal woods are just flat, and there is no handwriting carved between them.
"The soul is calm, and the loyalty is immortal." Liang Ziqiao shouted deeply.
"Bring bravely and dying to be a god."
The soldiers gathered around the loess also shouted together again.
Yellow paper dances all over the sky, like the most beautiful falling Ying, fluttering.
The incense is faint, but the flesh and blood of the loyal soul are accumulated underneath.
"Uncle, I feel that this loess is more sad than the battlefield in front of me." Lingxiu looked at the valley in the distance and said sadly.
And the Hui Yin beside him has closed his eyes and only said, "Dust to dust, earth to earth. A slope of loess is the best destination.
Fu'erhui slowly took out a sutra wheel. The sutra wheel slowly turned in his palm, and the light of the Buddha's light scattered out, only shining Hui's face with golden light, but his mouth muttered a burst of Buddhist words.
When Lingxiu saw this, she was also compared with her eyes. She was only full of compassion and slowly recited the Buddhist curse with Hui Yin.
Li Xiaohe also felt at this time. Looking at this large loess buried like mountain bones, it made him feel more compassionate and strong than the bloody killing in front of him.
"Let's go. Everyone has their own mission when they come to this world. They are born as soldiers. Their best destination is to bury their swords in yellow sand and bury their bones in other places." Liang Ziqiao sighed softly.
Li Xiaohe couldn't help muttering, "Is this worth it? Just because of the hatred in my heart, we need so many people to be buried?"
Liang Ziqiao closed his eyes and said for a long time, "It's not just about you and me. Every war will not be affected until it has to happen. At that time, it is no longer a personal matter, but also involves tens of millions of people. When war has to be launched, it is useless to escape. At that time, only war is the road.
"I also know that this is a big deal, and it is no longer beyond your control." Li Xiaohe said silently.
"Okay, let's go. Tomorrow, when Uncle Li leads 200,000 reinforcements, the war in Yuzhou will come to an end. Liang Ziqiao said lightly and turned away.
Li Xiaohe bowed to the large loess, and Fu'er also turned away.
But he couldn't help thinking that he didn't know when green vegetation would grow again on this loess.
Perhaps every inch of the lush land of this vast land of China is like this valley, with countless bones buried.
Returning to the stage again, a brand-new handsome armor has been placed in front of Li Xiaohe.
The protective mirror is like a dragon's eye and tiger's eyes, shining, silver and white, inches like fish scales inlaid, the helmet crown carved dragon carved tiger, lifelike, but the inner armor is made of gold wire, pieces of emerald color, wide palm plate dragon gold belt, long brocade red cloak.
"Well, change it quickly." Liang Ziqiao laughed.
Li Xiaohe stretched out his hand to touch the silver scales on the handsome armor. He only felt that his fingertips were like scratching like ice. He couldn't help but feel cold in his heart, and there was thunder. Thousands of troops and horses stepped on his heart, and the sky was full of banners with the wind.
At this moment, he seemed to see his father Li Mu, the war outside the Yumen Pass, and the surprise attack on the barbarian royal court. In the bursts of wolf smoke and flames, Li Mu was dressed in handsome armor and holding a long sword, stable as a mountain, standing in heaven and earth.
Three feet in brocade, feet across the iron horse into the clouds, dragons and tigers, horizontal eyebrows and swords to fight against clouds and sky.
The rouge tears daughter is red, the love is red, the lonely smoke is straight in the tomb, and the yellow sand burys the sword and burys the hero.
"Ha ha, you really prepared for me." Li Xiaohe looked at this exquisite handsome armor and couldn't help smiling softly. Such a delicate handsome armor can't be made overnight.
Liang Ziqiao only smiled and said indifferently, "You still guessed it. That's right. In fact, when I rose up, I made two identical handsome armor, but after several battles, this one on my body is no longer glorious, and the handsome armor in front of you has been waiting for you to pick it up, but you just came today."
Li Xiaohe never thought that Liang Ziqiao would have already made a handsome armor for him. For a moment, he felt that maybe this brother had not changed.
He couldn't help sighing slightly and said, "That's good. When this handsome armor attacks me, it can also cover my figure, and I won't be recognized by the people in the fairy gate."
"Ha ha, this handsome armor alone is not enough. I still need this." Liang Ziqiao smiled.
Fu'er saw Liang Ziqiao take out something, but it was a green mask with a streamer Taoist road, just like the ancient mythical beast Kirin statue.
Li Xiaohe took it carefully. I don't know what kind of animal skin the mask was made of. It was very thin and smooth in his hand.
Looking at this mask, he couldn't help thinking of Xiao Zi and casually asked, "Do you know a girl named Xiao Zi in the True God Pavilion?"
"Little Purple?" Liang Ziqiao thought slightly and said, "I have never heard of this person. How can you know the person of my True God Pavilion?"
"Oh, she must not use her real name. She saved my life." Li Xiaohe said slowly.
He saved Xiaozi that day and came out together with the later events.
At first, Liang Ziqiao just listened quietly, but later he gradually frowned.
Seeing that Liang Ziqiao's face had changed, Li Xiaohe asked, "What, do you know who she is?"
"Ha ha, in fact, I have never been to the True God Pavilion. I have only received some cultivation techniques from the head, that is, I have been practicing by myself. Over the years, I have been in the army with Uncle Li." Liang Ziqiao said slowly, "But this woman can be said to be unknown to the True God Pavilion."
"Oh, who is she?" Li Xiaohe asked urgently.
Although he had long guessed that Xiao Zi's identity must be unusual, looking at Liang Ziqiao's expression at this time, he knew that he might still underestimate Xiao Zi.
Liang Ziqiao said in a low voice, "Her famous work 'Wang Ziyan' is the pearl in the palm of Wang Renfeng, the head of the True God Pavilion. Wang Renfeng has such a trace of blood, so she is obedient to her, so it can be said that she is omnipotent in the True God Pavilion."
"Ah, I only know that she is not an ordinary disciple of the True God Pavilion, but I didn't expect that she had such a big history." Li Xiaohe was only surprised.
"Ha ha, you are blessed. Now that I hear you, the little witch has fallen in love with you." Liang Ziqiao laughed.
"hehe." Li Xiaohe just buried his head with a smile. Hearing Liang Ziqiao say that, he remembered Lin Mengyao and didn't know how she was now.
"If you are really with the little witch••••• then in the future, this True God Pavilion will be•••••••” Liang Ziqiao Fuer thought again and suddenly said in shock.
Li Xiaohe only shook his head and said, "No matter what she treats me, and whether you are a demon, I have promised a person, and I will always be a righteous disciple."
When Liang Ziqiao heard Li Xiaohe say this, he seemed to be a little disappointed and only buried his head deeply.
"Okay, I'll change into this handsome armor first." Li Xiaohe saw Liang Ziqiao like this, but smiled and only took Shuaijia and went to the camp.
Looking at Li Xiaohe's departure, Liang Ziqiao's face was full of gloom and muttered, "You said, I demon, if there is really one day, can we still be brothers?"
Liang Ziqiao looked at the fiery Yuzhou city again, but he clenched his fists tightly and was already full of sharp light.