In the fifteenth year of Tianbao, Tongguan.
In my ears I could hear the roar of the strong wind blowing through the valley, and the sound of my breathing, which was getting heavier and heavier, hit my heart.
Do people feel pain when they are about to die? He thought for a moment, then slumped down and laughed. Even though he was penetrated by six long blades, the fact that he could still stand up was beyond his usual understanding of himself.
It's just that it's not time to die yet.
His eyes were blood red, and he blinked hard to remove the blood that flowed into his eyes. In his blurry vision, he could only see the ruined and messy Tiance army flag still standing sideways beside the pile of corpses where it was difficult to distinguish between friend and enemy.
The whole army must have been wiped out, but even if the whole army was wiped out, these bastards who surrounded them were still so shameless. Even though they were the only ones left, they didn't dare to step forward with their weapons raised.
He smiled sarcastically, wiped the blood from his face, picked up the spear that someone had dropped before he died, and drew a beautiful arc in the air, just like when he first arrived at Tiance, the scene of the soldiers training was still in front of him.
The spear was pointed directly at the wolf-toothed soldier in front of him, and the determination in his eyes was so frightening that the enemy couldn't help but take a step back.
"The spear alone guards the soul of the Tang Dynasty!"
The majestic strategy of heaven, the military trumpet is still in my ears.
How many people have wanted to live through this troubled times? And how many people still remember the prosperous Tang Dynasty more than ten years ago after the troubled times.