"Emperor Xin, Daji is in my hands. If you insist on fighting to the end, I will kill her."
There were flames of war on the city tower, Ji Fa slashed Daji's neck with a long bronze sword, and the blood as beautiful as plum blossoms dyed her colorful skirt as red as snow.
"Xin, I can't surrender. Don't insult your reputation for me. Since ancient times, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. If you surrender today, in the future, even three thousand pieces of loess will not be able to cover up your reputation for the rest of your life!"
Under the city tower, 30,000 troops were approaching the bottom of the pool. King Zhou was dressed in velvet clothes, standing on horseback, and his blood-stained bronze sword severely cut off the head of the dueling general Feng Hu. With blood splattered all over his body, he raised his head to face the stunningly beautiful woman on top of the city tower. He smiled indifferently, without any distracting thoughts, and the beautiful sunset was instantly eclipsed. In this city full of smoke and sand, on the battlefield of fighting and iron horses, it was so depressing that it shocked the eyes of the world.