Chapter 330: National Revenge Ahead

Given time, it is not impossible to fight for that position.

The people of Daqian are very smart.

Especially those officials who entered the civil service through imperial examinations, they are the brightest among the bright.

A hundred years ago, a man from Daqian entered the Northern Hu and was revered as a wise man.

"Gao only hopes..."

"What?"

At this moment, the sounds of gongs, drums and horns became louder and louder, and the sound of horses' hooves became clearer and clearer, as if the earth was shaking.

A strange light flashed across Gao Fuyan's eyes.

It was like a fish stranded on the beach, on the verge of death, and just before it stopped breathing, it received nectar.

It's not an auditory hallucination, nor is it an illusion.

There really were defenders from Shengyan Pass coming to support after seeing the smoke.

Gao Fuyan didn't want to ask why no reinforcements came when his brother lit the wolf smoke.

It's meaningless.

He only knew that before he gave up completely, a ray of light appeared in his life.

Look, the Daqian to which he swore his allegiance could still be saved.

Even though the superiors follow suit, they are still not rotten at heart.

There are still people struggling and trying to change the situation with their own weak power.

At this moment, Gao Fuyan wanted to cry.

He thought that his tears had been shed when his blood relatives died.

The fact is, he still has deep expectations for Daqian.

That was the ambition he set when he was young, when he picked up a book and a pen, read about the beginnings of life, read the mysteries of the universe, wrote about loyalty, filial piety, fraternity, and trustworthiness, and wrote about propriety, righteousness, honesty and shame.

He wants to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, he wants to see the sufferings of the people and the various aspects of life, he wants to pass the imperial examination and become an official to benefit the people.

This belief has spanned every moment of his life since he could remember.

Blood feud made him hate the man in the palace.

I hate it so much that I wish I could destroy this country with my own hands.

A support force...

With just a supporting army, he wanted the people of this land to live well.

For him, Gao Fuyan, for his parents, brothers, wife and children.

The haze that shrouds this land will eventually be blown away by the wind.

He stops, but someone else will go forward.

His ambition will also be the ambition of countless people in Daqian.

Gao Fuyan curled the corners of his lips and smiled silently, tears streaming down his face as he smiled.

King Zuoxian was shocked. "How could it come so quickly?"

"Mr. Gao..."

Gao Fuyan did not raise his head, and said in a low voice: "Judging from the sound, there are only tens of thousands of people. If it weren't for the Xie family, the Northern Border Army would not be worth mentioning."

His sleeve brushed across his cheek as he continued, "These ten thousand people are merely the stepping stones for your immortal achievements."

"We won Yanguan, Qiao Song led the army as the vanguard to support Zhenzhiguan."

On the battlefield, Xie Yan's voice was majestic.

It's like a new spring is injected into a pool of stagnant water.

"Qiao Song?" Gao Fuyan raised his eyes and looked.

It’s a pity that it’s too far away and I can’t see it clearly.

How could it be Qiao Song?

The unspeakable deeds of Qiao Song.

But, it’s here.

It's the same no matter who comes.

King Zuoxian was stunned.

Pioneer?

She screamed in anger, "Is Liu Jingyuan crazy?"

"Ten thousand people are just the vanguard?"

"Maybe it's just bluffing?" Gao Fuyan said dimly.

Zuo Xian Wang said, "Whether it's just empty talk or not, the situation has changed, that old guy must die!"

Even if we fail to capture Zhenzhi Pass tonight, shooting and killing the once famous Marshal Xie is at least an attack worth boasting about.

King Zuoxian drew his bow and shot an arrow again.

The next moment.

An arrow pierced his back.

King Zuo Xian was caught off guard, his eyes widened, and the bow in his hand fell out of his hand.

The horse was startled and neighed.

"for……"

Gao Fuyan pulled out the arrow and stabbed it again fiercely.

This is the arrow that Gao Fuyan took out from King Zuo Xian's arrows.

It happened so fast that Prince Zuoxian's personal guards had no time to react and Prince Zuoxian died.

In the vast Northern Hu tribe, from top to bottom, no one doubted Gao Fuyan's determination to surrender.

After all, Gao Fuyan's experience was too tragic.

Any normal person would hate Daqian to the core.

but……

Unexpectedly, it was this Gao Fuyan who killed King Zuo Xian without any warning.

The two armies fought each other, and the highest general of one side died in such a dramatic way.

Prince Zuoxian's personal guards were furious and drew their swords.

"King Zuoxian is dead!"

"King Zuoxian is dead!"

Gao Fuyan only had time to shout out twice before he fell off his horse, covered in blood.

The frightened horse stepped on Gao Fuyan, but Gao Fuyan looked in the direction of the reinforcements without feeling any pain.

The fighting continues.

All he could see was lots and lots of blood.

Because he was venting his anger for personal vengeance, many people were detained and killed.

Some were familiar to him, and some were people he had never met before.

His life seemed insufficient to pay for the murder tonight.

I'm going to die.

I can't take care of it.

He is going to reunite with his family.

Is that Qiao Song?

No.

no.

Qiao Song doesn't have such good skills and can't perform such a sudden and powerful counterattack.

Qiao Song only knows how to use a horizontal sword.

Is that the Xie family's shooting method?

Gao Fuyan was eager to take another look.

King Zuoxian asked him why...

National hatred and family hatred, national hatred comes first.

He is Gao Fuyan, and also the Gao Fuyan of Daqian.

Mouth after mouthful of blood gushed out crazily, and everything in front of his eyes turned blood red until it turned pitch black.

"High perfection!"

Gao Fuyan seemed to hear someone calling him Gao Zhizhen in a trance.

That was the courtesy name he used before, and very few people knew it.

When people repeatedly said that the word "perfection" was too arrogant, he gave up.

After entering the officialdom, he never mentioned this name again.

But the eldest and second sons of the Xie family knew it.

Who is this person?

Forget it, the Xie family has a successor.

Gao Fuyan is dead.

He was pierced to death by countless curved swords.

Trampled to death by horses' hooves.

He deserved to die without a complete body for his crime.

Xie Yan swung his spear horizontally, slashing the neck of the enemy in front of him. He suppressed the grief in his heart and shouted, "King Zuoxian is dead, kill him!"

The morale of the Northern Hu troops was disrupted, and their formation was in disarray.

While killing the enemy, Xie Yan commanded his soldiers to change their formations and strangled the Northern Hu army.

The difference in troop strength was huge, but the situation was reversed due to Gao Fuyan's defection in front of the enemy line.

The Northern Hu army fought and retreated.

When Xie Yan arrived at Gao Fuyan's body, it was in a terrible state.

The best, the best.

To some extent, high complexity and extension are worthy of the word "perfection".

He knew what Gao Fuyan was hoping for, so at that moment the name that came out of his mouth was Gao Zhizhen, not Gao Fuyan.

He wanted Gao Fuyan to have no regrets.

"Highest level."

Xie Yan said softly.

The best friend of the eldest and second brothers, Gao Zhizhen.

Xie Yan's emotions were extremely complicated, and the spear he swung became more and more powerful.

So many people died tonight. Although Gao Fuyan cannot be blamed entirely, his hands are certainly not innocent.

However, Gao Fuyan is also truly passionate and emotional.

Leaving more enemies behind is the only way to justify the sacrifices made by the people in Zhenguan.

Blood spurted everywhere, and Xie Yan fired tirelessly.

I can't tell whether the blood is my own or the enemy's.

He grew up in the north, and the north is his home.

The Xie family will also be reborn because of the North.

Xie Yan glanced at Gao Fuyan and thought, it’s not just the Xie family.

Those innocent families implicated must get justice.

Too much blood was shed during the palace coup, and too much justice needs to be sought.

Learned the Ming Dynasty's eloquence