Chapter 154: Broken halberds and new bones buried in the sands · Extra

The figure on the top of the city wall never moved again.

Cangyun and the others knew that Xiao Hao was gone.

There was nothing unusual, just like he usually did, closing his eyes and quietly listening to the wind in the mountains.

With three thousand white hairs, he finally didn't have to struggle hard in this world.

Compared with him, Shi Zhixuan's side was much more active. The wind and clouds that seemed to destroy the sky and the earth, with a terrifying storm, rolled out wildly from the dark hole torn by him, and the wind knife cut people's cheeks and cheeks painfully.

Shi Zhixuan was not surprised by this, and stepped in leisurely, as if strolling in the garden.

After all the disturbances subsided, Cangyun and his men came to their senses and slowly returned to their posts, as if nothing had happened.

They had always known that Cangyun's martial arts had two sets of mental methods. But in the entire army, the only person who knew the other set of mental methods was the general. It's

not like they had never seen Shura's ghost face before, and they understood what it represented.

Xiao Hao stood there in a defensive posture.

They were only practicing the sharp Mo Dao of Fenshan Jin, but the general had always been their shield, from beginning to end. Even though he knew that the general was not good at the Iron Bone Armor, he still had to protect their safety.

From now on, life and death, they have to rely on themselves.

Not only for the general, but also for the half of the country behind them who depended on them to survive.

Lu Wuhuan flew to the top of the city wall. There was no youth, only courage. "Who are we!"

"Black armor and Cangyun!"

"Anyone who invades our territory and betrays the country——!"

"All must die!"

From now on, no one can repair their black armor and shields and swords. Even if the blades are broken, they must wear iron armor and proudly seal the borders with flesh and blood.

In the year when Empress Dowager Xie was in power, Xiao Hao, the commander of the Cangyun Army, died of overwork and illness at Wusheng Pass.

The whole country was in great sorrow, and the cries of grief were heard thousands of miles away.

When I heard that he had passed away, he was obviously only a young man, but his hair was full of white. He had already burned out his last efforts for the war, and his oil ran out.

The Song Dynasty had just recovered from its dark rule and had a chance to catch its breath and recuperate, but it lost such a great general. People all sighed that the heaven was unfair, allowing traitors like Jia Sidao to enjoy a life of wealth and pleasure, while those who truly served the country died young.

Peace is determined by generals, and generals are not allowed to see peace.

Since ancient times, let alone defending against enemies, there have been more than tens of millions of loyal souls and righteous men who shed blood on the battlefield, but they have a final resting place wrapped in horsehide, and their passionate and loyal souls will eventually be recorded in history. But this one...

If the heavens have feelings, they should be ranked in the sky, the most eye-catching one among the stars in the sky.

Empress Dowager Xie personally built a temple for him at the Zhongzipo of Wusheng Pass. When naming it, she was moved by the request of the Cangyun Army and named it "Cangyun Village".

It was another spring breeze, peach blossoms and spring water, and the mountains and rivers were green. Lu Wuhuan stood on the top of the city and talked with Erhao about winter.

"When the snow on the mountain melts, the Mongolian army will come."

Erhao nodded. He was the captain of the external force team and often went out with Xiao Hao on missions. After Xiao Hao left, the Cangyun Army was taken over by Lu Wuhuan, so he followed Lu Wuhuan.

Guo Jing tried his best to teach Lu Wuhuan the art of war. He grew up quickly. Now there is no one in the Cangyun Army who does not obey his command.

Lu Wuhuan counted on his fingers and sighed with an air of superiority: "We used to have six Xiao Haos in the Cangyun Army. After the general left, you are the only one left. From now on, we don't have to worry about others calling you the wrong name."

Er Hao paused and replied: "Generations can't be messed up."

Lu Wuhuan was already accustomed to his taciturn look. Noticing where his eyes were, he joked as if he knew something: "Are you thinking about the little sister from the Chen family again?"

Er Hao blushed slightly and didn't refute.

Holding the shield and sword, Lu Wuhuan patted his shoulder and said, "Your story is easy to tell. Actually, sister Chen and I are from the same school. My father and her parents are all from Peach Blossom Island. Cang Yunjun and Yiyinglou have always had a good relationship. If you are interested, I will go back and tell our old master and ask him to arrange a marriage for you."

Erhao shook his head and said, "She is a typical cold-hearted woman. She is quick to avenge her enemies and is free and easy in the world of martial arts. It is a grievance for her to follow us in suffering, charging into battle and being trapped in the battle..."

Seeing that he spoke for so long in one breath, Lu Wuhuan blinked and said, "But if it weren't for them, you, me, and the thousands of soldiers in the city gate might have died in the past winter."

Erhao was silent for a long time, his eyes cast towards the numerous mountains and rivers. Lu Wuhuan knew what he was looking at, that was Xiangyang.

"I hope to give her a free and unrestrained life, so I will stay here forever, thinking of her who can give full play to her feelings, thinking of her world, my towering mountains and rivers, and the smoke of war."

Yes, it is precisely because I want the prosperity to bloom longer that I am more determined to stay here.

Half of the wind and snow in this world will fall on them. If they don't bear it, no one will.

"It would be nice to see the war subside one day and see you get married."

Erhao smiled. He was not used to this expression, but he still smiled from the bottom of his heart, "By then, we will probably all be dead."

Lu Wuhuan was slightly startled.

That's right, in this war, most of the soldiers are going to die.

Lu Wuhuan suddenly thought of something, stood up and ran towards Zongzipo.

Before he left, the general said to them, please protect yourself if necessary.

Although they knew that everyone in the Cangyun Army would choose to fight to the last moment, they had to listen to the general's words.

When a man walks in the world, he should look up to the heaven without shame, and look down on people without shame. Only those

who can do this can be called heroes.

Everyone in the Cangyun Army is a hero.

He found Du Keji, and just like Xiao Hao taught him, he taught him everything he had learned, bit by bit.

But he didn't do it for Du Keji to lead Cangyun to the battlefield to kill the enemy like himself.

Du Keji had other missions, and he carried the future of Cangyun on his shoulders.

Half a month later, the snow in Guanshan had melted away, and the Mongolian army launched a general attack on Xiangfan.

The Cangyun Army relied on the 28 Constellations Formation and Wu Mu's will to win victory after victory, and the people were deeply relieved.

However, the Mongolian army was gradually encircling the city. Without Xiao Hao's airborne military supply, the food supply routes in Xiangfan and Sanguan were blocked, and the supply could not be met. They began a war of attrition with the Mongolian army. The

Cangyun Army still had new blood joining, but it was not known whether the new recruits were too poor or they were favored by God. The speed of training the new recruits was much slower than before. The consumption of the Cangyun Army was greater than the supply. Even if there were righteous men who came to volunteer for the honor, it would be difficult for them to learn to use their swords and shields weighing dozens of kilograms in a short time. Everyone

wanted to turn the tide and save the situation, but the Song Dynasty had only survived until now, and it was already a spent force. Despite

such difficulties, they still stubbornly persisted for several years.

Wusheng Pass was captured together with Xiangyang City.

On the day when the city was captured, Guo Jing and his wife and their son Guo Poxi died for their country. Guo Xiang managed to escape, and the Wusheng Pass garrison was completely wiped out.

Although Du Keshi was reluctant to leave Zhongzipo, he had no choice.

On the day he left, he dug through all the graves in Zhongzipo. He remembered the names of each of them, and also remembered who each set of armor and sword and shield belonged to.

He had been guarding here for so many years, never on the battlefield, but he had no resentment at all.

No one was willing to give up this place, but he had to take them all away.

From being taken care of by Yiyinglou when he was young, he developed an endless admiration for Cangyun, to being frightened by the big devil when he bumped into him in Lin'an, to trekking through mountains and rivers himself and becoming a member of the Cangyun reserve army.

He is different from them.

He once thought about fighting on the battlefield, winning merits for the country, and leaving his name in history.

Now, he just wants them to live.

Even if those people he took away want to achieve success and want to be buried in the mountains and rivers, he must let them live.

Even if he may be the only deserter in this Guancheng and may be scolded for the rest of his life.

He is not qualified to be a Cangyun, he is just a humble wanderer, for a promise he made to that person many years ago.

Du Ke left the Guancheng with three hundred people, looking back every step of the way.

Amid the sound of gunfire, a huge gap was smashed in the city wall on the narrow mountain road. He saw Lu Wuhuan commanding calmly on the top of the city wall, and he sent him off with his eyes from afar, just like he sent Xiao Hao off that day.

There seemed to be a figure standing there, wearing black armor and iron clothes, with a cold and resolute face, as if carved by a knife and an axe. There were golden flowing cloud patterns on the armor, which were reflected by the afterglow of the setting sun, solid, stable, and reassuring.

Du Ke turned around, raised his whip high, and left in the dust.

From now on, there is no Cangyun Army in this world, but Cangyun's bloodline will not be cut off.

Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say what I want.

Sanguan is gone, Xiangyang is gone, and Ezhou is gone.

Yuezhou, Jiaoshan, Lin'an.

A new dynasty was established on this land, and the country was named Yuan.

Guo Xiang led the sisters of Yiyinglou to set up their own sect, renamed it Emei, and finally established a sect and jumped out of the war. Master Jueyuan's disciple Zhang Junbao also established Wudang, known as "Sanfeng Zhenren", and became a master of his generation. But Du Ke did not have such superb martial arts as them. He only had a belly full of blood and mountains taught by Xiao Hao and the vertical and horizontal military tactics taught by Lu Wuhuan.

Anti-Yuan forces emerged in the martial arts world, and he was one of them.

He started the Duchang Uprising, and now he is the most difficult and stubborn force in the eyes of the Yuan court. No one knows where he came from, and no one knows his relationship with Cang Yun.

His righteous army was supported by many people, and they even supported him to be the new leader.

He began to realize the unknown side of the power under his command.

They seemed to have a common belief, called Mingzun.

Du Keji became the 29th leader of the Ming Cult by accident.

He was not proficient in the art of Qimen Dunjia, and Lu Wukuan could only teach him very little. In his hands, the 28 Constellations Formation could only exert 30% of its power, but even so, it was enough to make the Yuan army exhausted.

Du Keji felt that he had failed the reputation of this formation, and he did not want his poor military skills to tarnish Cangyun, so he divided the 300 Cangyun soldiers he brought out into five teams, reorganized them according to flag orders, simplified the Constellations Formation, and called it the "Five Elements Flag" to the world.

The legend of Cang Yun eventually became a story among storytellers in taverns.

Du Keyi listened to the Cang Yun army in the story, the black cloud flying shield flashing with cold light, the clouds roaring and shaking the sky, fearless and fearless, guarding a piece of heaven and earth.

He had seen them like that with his own eyes, and they were a hundred times more heroic than the image in the book, and he had also eaten the candied haws given by the big devil.

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There is a secret passage in Guangmingding that only the leader can go to.

There are countless black armors and shields and swords that will accompany him for the rest of his life.

This secret will be buried deep in the loess forever, and one day, together with the flames of the Ming Cult, it will burn the wishes of the Cang Yun people for them to see.

The author has something to say: PS. The 29th leader of the Ming Cult, Du Keyi (?-1287). The 30th generation Zhong Mingliang (1287-1291), the 31st generation Shi Yuan (1291-1298), the 32nd generation Yi Xiu (1298-1311), the 33rd generation Yang Dingtian (1311-1327), the 34th generation Zhang Wuji (1357-1358).

The characters are privately designed√

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went out on the 27th and 28th, and I said I would tell you what I did after this volume was finished.

I went south from southern Henan, passed Zongzipo, Xinyang, Shuanghe, Wushengguan, and Hanchuan. It just snowed heavily, and the road was slippery, so I had to drive very slowly, very slowly.

When I passed Wusheng Pass, it was around 4 or 5 in the afternoon. Snow-capped peaks were everywhere. The sun shone through the gaps in the peaks, making the sky red. Because the mountains here are too difficult to pass, there are tunnels everywhere. You can imagine how difficult this road would have been in ancient times.

I didn't come here specifically to see the three passes, but I just happened to be going from southern Henan to central Hubei. It was like a kind of fate. It just happened that it snowed heavily the day before, and the ice was frozen for thousands of miles; it just happened that the car had to drive slowly when it got here, so I could read slowly; it just happened that I was writing this volume, and they in the book were guarding this place in another world.

At that moment, I seemed to have been electrified, and I felt that Ritian was standing on the General's Camp facing the sunset, looking at the mountains at his feet from a high place and quietly.

It was a strange feeling. I was busy expressing my feelings and taking photos in the group. I wanted to take photos of the whole Guanshan Mountain to show the kids in the group. Unfortunately, I couldn’t take photos of Ritian. There was only continuous snow, the same color as the white clouds.

Then I had this volume. I hurriedly wrote down the pictures in my mind and wrote it without hesitation.

In fact, I don’t know what I’m talking about. I just want to share the joy of visiting the place 2333333. I’m very happy that this volume is finally over, and I’m also very happy that the journey of Ritian is not over yet.

There are also many things that I haven’t explained in the extra chapters, but there will always be someone who can find them 233333

In the next volume of Changge, we will still pretend happily.

Finally, everyone smile for me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !