Chapter 405 The dawn will finally break!

In the capital, Song Yi's property is already very large. In Yue's house, it belongs to Song Yi's property. Mrs. Yue has been handed over to Wang Shuai. I hope that he will transfer it to Song Yi at that time. By the way, he also told Wang Shuai some things, and temporarily put his children in the countryside to live in trustworthy people's homes!

It is inevitable for her to leave the capital, and the death of Zhao Kuangyin undoubtedly made her finally decide to walk out of this magnificent city that is about to be stormy.

Every day since the collapse of the emperor, everyone in the capital has been acting anxiously like ants on a hot pot, and the 18 gates have strengthened their vigilance and strict entry and exit.

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An army of hundreds of thousands of people rolled up a burst of dust and smoke and galloped towards the capital.

At this time, a civilian team of thousands of people came out of Youzhou and went to Ruzhou.

Zhuge Qi stood at the head of Youzhou City, thinking a lot.

A burly and powerful figure stood beside him and said sadly, "Are we not as good as these civilians?"

Zhuge Qi said with a wry smile, "I didn't know that these people would sacrifice their lives to rush to Ruzhou for an unknown Song Yi... This is one of the most shocking scenes that Zhuge Qi has seen in his life! But even so, we still have to guard the city, don't we?

Zhuge Qi's sad words brought a burly man with a sigh.

"Although I fight to the death, I will never retreat again... I have done something that I am ashamed of my conscience. If I retreat again, there will be no power!"

Zhuge Qi looked back at him, and a blank look flashed in his eyes and said, "Youzhou can stay for a while. This time I only hope that God can have a miracle!"

"Miracle? Haha... Zhuge, you are also old..." The burly man was stunned with his sword, and then let out a sad laugh.

He said that Zhuge Qi was old. In fact, didn't he quietly have gray hair under his cold helmet?

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The day before the war, the hot air balloon finally rose from the ground, and Wang Kui, who finally knew the truth when he saw this scene, was stunned and couldn't believe it.

The petite shake, looked up at the swaying hot air balloon in the sky, full of confusion.

Looking forward to the sky is sometimes the most unspeakable dream hidden in people's hearts.

Everyone looked at Song Yi, who was busy in the hot air balloon basket, as if worshipping a god.

He is so mysterious and unexcable...

In the shaking, the fuel was exhausted, and the dry flat balloon gradually fell quickly to the ground. Song Yi exclaimed from the air.

After a while, Song Yicai, who was dizzy, was finally helped out of the hanging basket.

At night, a group of people gathered in Song Yi's yard. They have just experienced the most shocking thing in their lives, and they have gradually understood Song Yi's intention, and even have a glimmer of hope.

Wang Kui's eyes sparkled with a bright color and said, "Is this what you want to do? Assassination of Wanyan Hongliang?"

"Yes... But whether it is successful or not, there is only one chance, because after the archers of the Golden Man react, it is difficult for me to have a second chance! So, the rest is up to you." Song Yi said solemnly.

Wang Kui nodded solemnly and asked, "What should I do? Tell me, I will do my best!"

At this moment, Wang Kui gave up his original identity. Now he only has only admiration for Song Yi, and for people like him, admiration for a person represents submission!

The meaning of his words is that from now on, all the rights of Ruzhou City have been handed over to Song Yi.

And Song Yi also paid attention to his meaning and said calmly, "Before the golden soldiers come to the city, I will stand on the wall, and then I need to quickly know the position of Wanyan Hongliang!" Before self-Assassination of Wanyan Hongliang, someone needs to attract part of Jin Bing's attention... Then, at the moment when Wanyan Hongliang was killed, even a dog could not stay in Ruzhou City and rushed out with a deadly attitude... What everyone should do, in addition to charging, is shouting words to make the enemy chaotic... I know that the pinching and scheduling requires extremely fine mastery, but only you can do it!"

Wang Kui frowned, and he also understood Song Yi's intention. I finally realized what happened to what Song Yi said before.

In this case, it seems that there have been countless examples on the battlefield. The moment when the commander of the first army is killed is the moment when the enemy is most likely to be distracted. What's more, the Jinren is an army that is not as good as the Zhao army above the tactics, and pays more attention to the leader's call for morale.

Wang Kui nodded heavily and said, "Even if he dies, Wang also believes that this battle will become the most heroic battle in the history of Zhao!" It's just you... I have never understood that you always have a chance to leave, and you shouldn't risk your life! Although in the air, there is no shortage of strong arms among the golden people..."

Wu Jian beside him, Fu Yao and the people in Qingmu Village looked even more solemn and frowned.

Song Yi waved his hand and said, "You and I all know that if you take this step back, there will be no place to retreat behind you, and I... The last thing I like to do is to retreat!"

Wang Kui arched his fist and solemnly expressed his respect for Song Yi.

And all the people present, except Fu Yao, half knelt down and looked at Song Yi speechlessly with a willingly following look.

At this moment, his calm face seemed to have a silent majesty, above the world... Frank and powerful.

At night, Uncle Zhong quietly entered the city with a thousand-person grain and grass soldiers.

Soon Song Yi saw Uncle Zhong, who seemed to be getting older. Although Uncle Zhong looked old, his spirit seemed to be surprisingly good.

"I originally thought that the strange soldier you practiced could help me assassinate Zhao Ze. At this time, it seems that I have to fight in advance, and I don't know how many people can live..." Song Yi smiled bitterly and sighed to Uncle Zhong.

Uncle Zhong picked up a jar of Tusu wine, patted the mud boldly, and poured it down with a rumble. In his neck, there were wine beads on the silver hair...

Although people are old, they are heroic and dry!

Half a jar of wine, Uncle Zhong smiled and said with a red face, "The soldier deserves to die on the battlefield. In fact, what my old man has always wanted to do most in his heart is to fight with General Yue on the battlefield! God finally gave me this opportunity. Why are you afraid of it?

"Don't worry, although the soldiers I brought out dare not be elite, it's okay to kill a few more people and live for a while!"

Looking at Uncle Zhong's bright smile, Song Yi also took a few sips of the wine jar, and then let Uncle Zhong go to rest, and he also returned to the courtyard.

Fu Yao sat under the tree and jumped down when he saw Song Yi coming back and asked, "Let me go!"

"No way!" Song Yi shook his head and knew what Fu Yao was talking about.

Fu Yao stared at Song Yi seriously and said, "My swordsmanship is better than you, and my light kung fu is much better than you. It's more suitable for me to go!"

Song Yi said solemnly to Fu Yao, "Although your flying sword is powerful, it finally has a limit. No matter how high your skill is, there is nothing you can do in the air. You don't know how to manipulate the hot air balloon... So you are not suitable. Moreover, you have always underestimated the flying knife skills, but don't you know that this is the time to prove my flying knife skills?

Fu Yao looked unhappy and stared at Song Yi with his lips. He didn't know how to speak, but he refused.

"Don't be sad, I won't die!" Song Yi said with a smile.

"I don't believe it!" Fu Yao hummed.

"What do you think my family will do if I die? And isn't the unborn child pitiful? I'm afraid of death myself. Why am I willing to die?" Song Yi said with a smile.

"But no matter how high you fly, the bow and arrows and arrows of the Golden Man can still be shot. Even if you can kill Wanyan Hongliang, 300,000 troops are still not what these thousands of people can stop!" Fu Yao actually blushed his eyes for the first time and bit his lips and whispered.

She is more dependent on Song Yi for her playmates, and for a pure-minded girl like her, in a simple world, of course, she can't stand the person she depends on to die.

Of course, Song Yi knew that Fu Yao was telling the truth. He smiled and said, "Have you forgotten that I have a secret? My wound can heal quickly. Even if I get hurt, I won't die... You should believe me. I've never lied to you seriously!"

Fu Yao stared at Song Yi with red eyes for a long time, and then pouted and stretched out his delicate tail finger and said, "Then you and I will pull the hook to ensure that you are not allowed to die!"

Song Yi smiled helplessly, but in the end, he made this kind of child's commitment with Fuyao.

The whole city of Confucianism is less than 5,000 people at this time. Outside the city is an army of 300,000 golden tigers and wolves. No one has any hope, but no one has left.

There are always some people in the world who think that something is more important than death.

However, the atmosphere in the city seems very depressing. Everyone is unwilling to speak or laugh. More people are writing home letters, while people who can't write dictate in vulgar words and ask friends to write on their behalf... But in fact, some people know very well that even if they write in their homes, they may not be passed on to their families; even if they are written in the hands of their families, they may not be able to read...

But they still want to leave something to prove their glory.

The dawn will break.

This is the last day. The soldiers at the head of Ruzhou suddenly found a large group of people running from the direction of Youzhou. These people stepped on the morning light and appeared under the city with a layer of light.

All the citizens from Youzhou City have come.

Among them, the young and middle-timers are at the front, the old man rides the bull, and the woman rides the horse... The straw shoes are torn, and the clothes are scratched by thorns! However, with their restless hearts, their hard feet, and rough hands to separate the thorns, they desperately rushed to the outside of Ruzhou.

The soldiers at the head of the city looked at the ragged people in the city who seemed to flee and asked loudly, "Who is under the city?" Don't you know about the war here? Get out of here!"

Along the way, the butcher who almost carried his daughter-in-law and ran halfway poured a sip of wine into his mouth, then grinned and shouted at the head of the city, "All the Zhao people in Youzhou City have come to follow Lord Song Yi. I hope that the soldier will open the gate. We are not afraid of death!"

Next, this group of ragged people repeated this sentence with one voice, which was about to break this depressing dawn!

The soldiers at the head of the city who had already abandoned life and death. After the initial shock, some people shed tears for some reason and cried loudly.

After crying, I laughed unruly...

"Wait, let me ask General Wang!" The captain of the city shouted with red eyes, and then asked a soldier to quickly inform Wang Kui!

He looked up at the sky, and a huge round of tomorrow broke through the horizon, which was particularly dazzling in this depressing dawn!

So much so that all the soldiers in the city were pierced with red eyes and wanted to shed tears...