Chapter 803 I am willing to sacrifice my blood for the people of Xia
Luo Chengzhi followed the night, riding the cold wind and the snow.
The white air exhaled from his nostrils was his heart burning like magma.
Along with the body shaking constantly on the warhorse under his crotch, there was an indescribable excitement.
I looked up but couldn't see the sun and the moon.
Looking around, all I could see was the cold snow reflecting the sharp light of the knife.
There was a thick layer of cloth wrapped around the horse's hooves, and it held a gibberish in its mouth as it gently moved its somewhat stiff body.
There is a faint light on the other side of the mountain. Looking down from a high vantage point, you can see a bonfire that has never been extinguished. Just looking at it makes people feel extremely warm.
Luo Chengzhi couldn't help but wrap himself in his cotton coat.
It’s really cold.
Luo Chengzhi was looking at the endless Hu people's tents. Many people gathered around him. He pointed at the Hu people's royal court and said, "Our army rushed here on a snowy night. The Hu people's royal court didn't pay attention. The kings on the left and right couldn't take care of each other. Our army went straight into the middle tent and beheaded the Chanyu. Then we separated to the left and right and slaughtered the royal court. It's a pity that it snowed and couldn't set fire to it."
After he finished speaking, the others said, "Sir, the Hu people's royal court is heavily guarded. Our army rushed here and the soldiers are tired. There are several ten thousand enemies in the Xianbei royal court. Even if we only fight with the royal court's golden guards, we may not be able to successfully behead them. What should we do if we are trapped in the enemy's formation?"
The Xianbei was the most powerful Hu regime in history. It was not easy to defeat it when there was no internal strife. By raiding here on a snowy night, they had already gained a great advantage.
Although the Xianbei royal court did not know that the coalition forces would attack, they had learned from the lessons of the Xiongnu and knew that their formation was not one that could be defeated by a single attack. The Chanyu's Golden Horde had time to react.
Hearing this, Luo Chengzhi sighed and said, "Do you know why the emperors of the coalition army pushed me to lead the army to attack the royal court? Because only the Luo family can ensure that this great task will be completed."
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Luo Chengzhi turned to Luo Yuzhi and said, "Yuzhi, you are not a direct descendant. Live well. Remember what I told you before. After I die, you will take over the command of the army and bring back the men who survived the war."
Luo Yuzhi already knew it, but he couldn't help shedding tears, sobbing softly. The cold wind blew past, and frost formed on his eyelashes. He wiped it off hastily and said in a muffled sob, "Brother, I know."
Luo Chengzhi's eyes swept across the extremely beautiful faces. On this hill, each of the Luo girls was as pure as the snow lotus of Tianshan Mountains and as beautiful as the bright moon. Nothing in this world could take away the God-given beauty of the Luo girls.
"You should have been born in the beautiful land of Jiangdong. You should have had a happy life. War is a man's business. But I brought you here to meet death. Alas."
"The King of the Immortals is supreme, his light is everlasting. To die for this is a worthy death."
The God of the Four Seasons was held by several people, eager to move.
Luo Chengzhi was silent for a moment, then he patted his niece's head and stopped talking. He drew out his scimitar, rode his horse through the crowd, and said with emotion: "The boys from Winter City.
Knights from all nations, subjects of the Sovereign.
When I was selecting the warriors, I once said that only the most fearless warriors could come here.
How much have we encountered?
All the difficulties are in your hearts, so I will not describe them any more.
Tonight is our last battle.
I don’t know who will survive in the end, and I don’t know who will be able to return to the Central Plains in the end.
But I definitely won’t be among them.
I hope you can return to the Central Plains with countless honors.
Look there!
Where the light is!
The Hu people were just below the hill. We slept on ice and snow, galloped through the starry night. So many of our comrades died on the road. Wasn't there a raging anger in our hearts?
Today is the day to capture the royal court of the Hu people and chop off the Chanyu's head.
Today is the day to cross this mountain and avenge all our fallen comrades.
Today is the day to sacrifice yourself for the eternal survival of the Chinese nation.
Following the teachings of the Supreme Emperor Suwang and the oath of the Supreme Goddess Luo, we will move forward in the light.
Let history hear our names and record them on bamboo slips.
Let the world praise our names and engrave them on stone tablets.
Let the Most High and Holy King look upon our names.
The entire army charges forward, brandishing swords and guns, and do not stop until you die!
The King of Vegetarians,
Be with us! "
There should have been shouts in unison, there should have been thunderous cheers, but everyone kept their mouths tightly shut and just looked at Luo Chengzhi. Then thousands of people rushed past him like a mighty torrent.
The charge was fierce, and the horses' hooves stepped on the snow, leaving hoof prints, some light, some heavy, and some messy, but the figures on the horses were determined not to turn back.
Just as Luo Chengzhi said, when the warriors were selected, these people never thought about being able to come back alive. Those who could come here were all warriors on the list of the Imperial Guards. Since the early Han Dynasty, since the orphans of the Yulin, people all over the world liked to treat the relatives of the martyrs who died in battle well. These people never had any worries.
It's nothing but death.
Aren’t there enough people who died in this war?
numbness.
Or they don't care. If the war doesn't end, more people will die.
The hill was quite high, and the wind and snow came from behind the soldiers, but it did not blur their eyes, but seemed to provide them with additional strength.
Luo Chengzhi held a scimitar in his hand, and there was no Luo family member around him. In front of thousands of elite cavalry were several figures that he was very familiar with. He pulled the reins and the warhorse under his crotch jumped out.
The hill that was full of people and horses just now was suddenly deserted. Apart from the scattered horse hoof prints all over the ground, there was no evidence to prove the grand scene just now. Only a few tall and sturdy spirit soldiers were left. The equally tall Luo girl looked quite petite in front of these spirit soldiers.
There seemed to be a few howling of wolves in the distance.
Echoing among the hills, it seems quite lonely and desolate.
The god of the four seasons slowly floated in the air, emitting a bright light. The Luo women around who were looking at it were all solemn, just as they had been praying in the ancestral temple for countless days and nights.
Rushing to the royal court on a snowy night and beheading the Chanyu was the only step in the entire decisive battle where no mistakes could occur.
If the Chanyu escapes, the allied forces of the Xia Dynasty, which have made huge sacrifices, will lose the capital to conquer the grassland again in a short period of time.
This is the final war, and it is no lie!
The attack on the royal court on a snowy night was a destined victory. No one could deny that the Xianbei hub would be broken in one battle, but whether the Chanyu could be beheaded depended on luck.
In the Han-Xiongnu War hundreds of years ago, it was not until the final battle when the Xiongnu were almost annihilated that Luo Wuji and Huo Qubing captured the Chanyu. What these two divine generals could not do, how could it be easy now?
How can we avoid any accidents?
We can only use the power from outer space!
If possible, Luo Chengzhi would never be willing to use the God of the Four Seasons and mobilize divine weapons to win a war that would have been a great victory. It would be a huge waste, but he would never tolerate any accidents.
In the end, the God of Four Seasons was left to the daughter of Zhuluo.
Looking at the god of the four seasons, whose light is shining brightly, as majestic as the abyss, and whose light is sacred and brilliant.
"The snow is really heavy."
“Make it bigger.”
“It’s really windy.”
“Make it bigger.”
"Let the wind pass through the valleys, over the mountaintops, and bring snow to the Hu camp.
Let the snow, with its endless anger and harshness, blur the eyes of every Hu person and destroy their will. "
The sound of snow falling has never been heard.
The sound of blood flowing out was accompanied by a rustling sound.
【Luck points -237364, remaining luck points 2617234.】
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The magnificent Western Regions. When the grasslands are covered with snow, the Western Regions present a completely different scene. The area north of the Tianshan Mountains is also covered with fog and snow, but there is no trace of snow at all to the south of the Tianshan Mountains.
The majestic Tianshan Mountains will block all the cold currents coming from the north. These cold currents will condense on the top of the Tianshan Mountains and form the majestic snow-capped mountains. On the snow-capped mountains, there are the world-famous snow lotuses, which are beautiful and holy, like flowers of the gods.
The Tianshan Mountains, which can withstand the flow of heaven and earth, cannot withstand human swords and guns. Just as the snow lotus, no matter how holy it is, will eventually be picked by lotus pickers and ground into the best medicinal material.
In Luo Jialan's opinion, the most beautiful flower in the Western Regions is his wife Zhao Yingluo. He is not the only one who thinks so, countless people are prostrating themselves in front of Zhao Yingluo.
Among them were nobles and monks. Zhao Yingluo had a red dot on her forehead. This was not an imitation of the stigmata, but it could also be said to be an imitation of the stigmata.
The appearance of the Luo family's holy marks cannot be verified. In the eyes of later generations, the Luo family has had holy marks since the era of Su Wang, which has greatly influenced the aesthetics of the entire world.
Luo's stigmata are beautiful.
Almost all makeups have decorations between the eyebrows, including petals, red dots, and various beautiful patterns.
Buddhist statues were also affected. Almost every golden statue has red dots, which represent great wisdom and light.
Garland.
From the name, we can tell that the former Tianjin Kingdom was deeply influenced. Zhao Yingluo likes to put a red dot between her eyebrows, which makes her feel like she is the chosen one of the Su Wang.
Luo Jialan was dressed in the attire of the temple's high priest, holding a staff in his hand, sitting on a Hu bed, while Zhao Yingluo was dressed in royal attire. They looked at the Western Region nobles prostrating before them, "Your Majesties, the Xianbei Hu army is trying to cross the Tianshan Mountains. Our troops deployed at the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains have suffered a defeat. The Xianbei army is chasing our Hu army all the way to the southern foot of the Tianshan Mountains. Please give us instructions, Your Majesties."
These words caused a slight commotion in the field. No one understood why the Sha Hu army, which had been winning victory after victory, suddenly suffered a defeat.
Luo Jialan was not panicked at all when he heard this. Instead, he laughed. The army deployed at the northern foot of Tianshan Mountain was originally the bait he left behind. He said loudly: "Don't worry, everyone.
This was originally a strategy to lure the enemy deep into our territory. The strongest temple army never participated in the war. They were lying in ambush between the southern and northern foothills of the Tianshan Mountains, waiting for the Hu people who had come from afar to give them a fatal blow. "
The temple army did not move!
These few words instantly calmed people's hearts. A war in which the Temple Army did not participate had no reference value. In the vast Western Regions, there was a saying: The Temple Army is still there, so how can you say that the Temple was defeated?
When the sun rose again, new battle reports arrived at the city. The most elite armored cavalry of the Xianbei left in the Western Regions was completely wiped out at the Tianshan Pass!
Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo came together again. This time, not just some people, but almost everyone was crawling on the ground. Zhao Yingluo glanced at everyone and said slowly: "The time has come to recapture the north of Tianshan Mountain. Now is the time.
Since the collapse of the Xiongnu, when has the Western Region experienced such suffering as it does today?
When has the Western Region been as dilapidated as it is today?
The Western Regions is a fertile land, and King Su praised it as the holy land of the Chinese.
North and south of the Tianshan Mountains, millions of people live and work in peace and contentment, with unimpeded trade routes and the exchange of what they have and what they need. The prosperity of this scene is so great that even the Central Plains cannot match it.
We, the people of the Western Regions, worship gods and have the help of the gods and Buddhas in heaven and the protection of the great spirits of various families. Where in the whole world have we seen such a land of faith?
When the jackals were in power, they attempted to destroy my holy cause. It was almost accomplished. Fortunately, the Emperor blessed us and we, the army that rebuilt the temple, united together and the Hu people were defeated today.
Kill them all, so that there will be no Hu people in the Western Regions, and no Hu people will be seen in the Western Regions!"
Luo Jialan raised his staff and said solemnly: "The Emperor has decreed,
To all the nobles, monks, Taoists, and people of the Western Regions:
The Xianbei Hu people rebelled in the Western Regions, destroyed temples, attacked our emperor, bullied the people, disrespected the gods, harmed our people, and seized our ancestral temples. The emperor said that Xia and Yi cannot coexist, and the kingly way cannot be partial. We Xia people are born in heaven and should be respected. Now I lead the people to kill the Hu people and support the foundation of the Xia people. My wife and I are not talented, but we have received orders from the emperor. We hereby announce to all the people in the Western Regions that we all have the responsibility to kill the Hu people and we all have the order to kill the Hu people. Those who obey this order will enjoy great blessings, and those who do not obey this order will fall into the endless hell. "
There was murderous intent in the words of Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo. This was an order to kill the Xianbei Hu people in the Western Regions. It was a major counterattack from the Western Regions.
It can be seen from all the signs that the Xianbei's rule in the Western Regions was a failure, and there was no time for them to rule here stably. Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo obeyed the trend of the Western Regions' resistance against the Xianbei and led the trend. With the military failure, the Xianbei's rule quickly collapsed like a domino effect, and Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo took advantage of the trend to seize power in the Western Regions.
When the Xianbei Hu army in the Western Regions crossed the Tianshan Mountains in high spirits, the conflict in the Western Regions had ended. The Xianbei Hu people were fleeing madly. Those Xianbei Hu people who entered the Western Regions had no families, so they all died.
It was very cold in the northern foothills of the Tianshan Mountains. It was difficult to hold the hilt of the knife or even open it. But this could not stop the soldiers' enthusiasm to kill the enemy. That burning heart could withstand the coldest frost in the world.
Although there were only a few hundred Temple Army soldiers with different faces left, they were still omnipotent in attacking in groups and destroying the enemy's formations. Everyone who saw the Temple Army charging into battle was deeply shocked.
Blood was everywhere.
"Next year's grass will be lush, and the people of the Western Regions will usher in a year of great abundance."
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The wind is strong and the snow is heavy!
When the sharp blades cut through the necks of the barbarians, and when the sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard, even the slowest person would have reacted.
Countless Hu soldiers appeared outside the tent in panic, and what greeted them was death.
The arrows pierced the people into the ground, causing blood and brain matter to flow out. The reflection of the arrows in the white snow became more and more obvious and extremely dazzling.
"Enemy attack!"
The shrill noise woke up the Xianbei Chanyu. He had no time to think about why the Han soldiers came here on a snowy night. His first reaction was to leave.
The elite royal guards quickly put on their armor to protect the Xianbei Chanyu as he left. They could not organize the army here.
He firmly believed that the Han army would not be particularly large, otherwise it would be impossible for them to appear quietly in his royal court without any reaction from the surrounding tribes.
As long as he waits until the sun rises, he will be able to raise the royal flag, gather the most elite soldiers in the entire royal court, gather all the herdsmen and slaves, and even summon the tribal army.
Thinking of this, he put on his armor and wanted to leave. With the protection of the royal guards, leaving would not be particularly difficult.
Luo Chengzhi led the brave warriors and headed straight for the golden tent of the royal court. Such an obvious move naturally attracted the attention of the soldiers guarding the Chanyu. Those in armor had already come up to block them, but scattered obstructions were useless and they were dispersed as soon as they were charged.
The speed suddenly slowed down until a group of more than a hundred armored soldiers appeared. These armored soldiers had obvious characteristics of Liaodong Hu people. Their armor was specially made, and the quivers and bows and arrows they carried were also different from those of ordinary knights.
Luo Chengzhi knew that these people were armored men brought from Liaodong by the Xianbei royal family. They were extremely brave and capable of enduring hard battles. In such cold weather, these people did not feel much discomfort. This was a result of their strong will and habits forged from years of fishing and hunting in Liaodong.
but.
Who is not an armored man who has walked out of the icy and snowy land of Liaodong and experienced countless hardships?
After being forged in Liaodong, the army composed of brave warriors and men from Winter City is now infinitely close to the temple army forged by divine artifacts!
Without a moment's pause, Luo Chengzhi launched a charge towards the armored man!
The armored men formed a circle, holding special bows and crossbows in their hands, and arrows rained down. The people in the outer circle resisted the attacks of the brave warriors, while the people in the inner circle kept shooting arrows. Luo Chengzhi passed by them, and these armored men just defended step by step. Although they looked anxious, they did not chase after him.
Found the Chanyu!
This was the only thought in Luo Chengzhi's mind.
In the Xianbei royal court, there were ten golden tents of the Chanyu, and only one of them was the real Chanyu's golden tent, or in other words, the Chanyu lived in it. Luo Chengzhi knocked down three golden tents in a row but there was no sign of the Xiongnu Chanyu.
The lance in his hand felt even colder and colder. His hands were already frozen to the point of being difficult to bend or stretch, but the real chill was in his heart. He raised the lance high in his hand and asked, "Where is the Xianbei Chanyu?"
The sound did not seem very loud amid the fighting around him, but the lance he raised was so obvious.
The bright light is reflected in the snow.
The wind is getting stronger!
Everyone felt a cold wind like needles suddenly blowing past their ears. The biting cold wind seemed to be like a knife cutting, and it seemed to blow everyone into ice sculptures and blow their faces to pieces.
The wind was spread to every corner of the battlefield. It was omnipresent. There were no gaps between the winds. The wind blew across every person and every object fairly.
What is there in this world that the wind doesn't know?
When the violent wind blew down from the top of the mountain, it brought up endless snow. With snowflakes still falling from the sky, everyone facing it couldn't open their eyes.
On the top of the hill where the Luo girl was, two people fell in the snow. Their skin was crystal clear, pale without a trace of blood. Their faces were calm, and their lips were not rosy, but pale. The snowflakes fell between their brows, and it was hard to tell which was whiter, the snowflakes or their skin.
Perhaps the only flaw is that they are like sculptures, motionless.
Lying in the snow, they did not feel cold because their bodies were colder than the snow.
They are dead.
If the body stays here, perhaps in the next moment it will turn into light and disappear, accompanied by the power of the God of the Four Seasons.
Luo Chengzhi's eyes were wide open, and not just his eyes, his stigmata were beating wildly. He never cried because too many people had died. He had already shed all his tears at Pojun Mountain.
Now it's just repetition over and over again.
Whether it was the heaven of the Su Wang or the underworld beneath the Nine Netherworlds, he firmly believed that he would be able to see them again.
Found it!
Luo Chengzhi suddenly turned around, and the brave warrior who had been following him all the way also turned around. The strong wind and heavy snow that were blowing all over the sky accompanied him, and the wind and snow that had appeared between the sky and the earth had been covered.
"Xianbei Chanyu!"
Luo Chengzhi had never been so angry. He waved the lance in his hand, stepped over countless figures, and then stared at the figure of the Xianbei Chanyu. That figure was very low-key. The royal guards were also very low-key, and they tried to escape in the chaotic crowd.
The Xianbei Chanyu had never expected that Luo Chengzhi could find him in such a chaotic battlefield. Before he had time to think, Luo Chengzhi had already rushed towards him on horseback. Seeing countless escaped Xianbei Chanyus, he immediately decided to resist.
But as soon as his soldiers formed up, they were covered in raging snow and wind. The brave warriors rushed over and broke through the first line of defense almost instantly. The surrounding Hu soldiers were rushing over, and the most elite armored men were basically ready.
When Luo Chengzhi, with the wind and snow, broke through the defense line of the royal guards and was about to face the Xianbei Chanyu, the wind and snow suddenly stopped. Luo Chengzhi was stunned for a moment, then felt a pain in his heart. He endured the heart-wrenching pain and broke through the formation. He ignored the Hu soldiers who were rushing around him.
The God of Four Seasons was spinning in circles, emitting a bright light that fell on the figures on the top of the hill. The women of the Luo family all turned into light and disappeared into the air, but the God of Four Seasons was still floating on the top of the hill, waiting for Luo Chengzhi's call.
But no one will use it anymore.
Luo Chengzhi jumped on his horse and raised his spear. At this point, no more accidents would happen. Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. Even if the Xianbei royal guards were elite, it would be impossible to rescue the Xianbei Chanyu from Luo Chengzhi.
Unless the Xianbei Chanyu had the courage of King Xiang, even King Xiang would have suffered a bitter defeat if he could not retreat quickly when facing more than a thousand brave warriors, let alone the Xianbei Chanyu.
Heavy snow fell in his eyes and face, and the bow and sword in his hands were covered with frost. The Xianbei Khan wanted to escape, but the men from the Xia would not give him this opportunity. Only the death of a Khan could eliminate the anger in the hearts of some of the men. Only the death of a Khan, and even the defeat of the entire Hu tribe, could allow all the dead to rest in peace.
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In the city of winter.
Luo Xizhi felt the destiny and luck of the Hu people. When his luck suddenly decreased, he knew that Luo Chengzhi had activated the God of the Four Seasons again.
To activate the God of Four Seasons, the consumption of Luck Points is so small, it must be that some direct descendants of the Luo family are burning their lives.
When the Mandate of the Hu people began to decline rapidly, he knelt in the ancestral temple and wept silently. He knew that it was the sons and daughters of the Luo family who were bleeding.
He is a healer.
A compassionate healer.
But at this moment, there was an endless amount of hostility rising in my heart.
He stood in the ancestral temple, looking at the tablets of countless ancestors, and then looked up at the blue sky.
He suddenly began to curse fiercely—"Damn God!"
"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, heaven and earth are not benevolent, why are they not benevolent?
Heaven!
What crime have I, Luo, committed?
To suffer such a great disaster?
Is it going to bleed to this extent?
What crime have we, the Chinese people, committed?
Are you going to encounter disaster?
Is there going to be a bloodbath?"
Luo Xizhi's question was not only asked by him, but by countless Luos, "God has the virtue of loving life. Since the prosperity of our country, civilization has flourished and we know etiquette. Isn't this what the world hopes for?
Isn’t this the right path for the world?
The Hu people are nothing but people who eat raw meat and drink blood. How can they be compared with the Chinese? If they were to invade, it would only lead to bloody massacres and disasters, and would only cause the world to be rebuilt?
Heaven!
What are you doing?
Aren’t all the people in this world your people?
Can't people in this world live in peace in this world?
Can't people in this world yearn for a better future?
For 1,400 years, our Luo family has worked tirelessly to bring peace to the people of the world.
Why do you want to destroy it?
Are we, the people of Zhuxia, born into this world bearing sin?
Destiny, destiny, what a bullshit destiny!
The Mandate of Heaven is not bestowed upon us, the Chinese people, but upon the barbarians. Is this what you want?
How could there be such a sky in the world?
How can there be such a god in the world?
Heaven!
Just wait and see. When the Hu people are completely wiped out, my Luo family will one day make sure that everyone in the world only knows about the Su King but not the Heaven.
What a bullshit destiny!
I will record what I said today in the classics of my Luo family. It’s just bloodshed. As long as my Luo family is alive, don’t even think about your destiny falling into the human world!
The rise of the grassland is your will, the bloody fusion is your will, but I, the Luo family, do not agree.
One thousand years, two thousand years, ten thousand years, and so on for generations!"
Luo Xizhi had never been so excited, but the endless anger made him unbearable.
The Luo family's disgust for the Mandate of Heaven has reached its peak. Zhu Xia did not get the Mandate of Heaven, but Di Hu did. This fact is eroding the hearts of every member of the Luo family all the time.
Wasn't Ji Zhaohedao also affected by this?
Things like destiny should never appear again, and the Hu people should never have the opportunity to enter the Central Plains again.
Luo Xizhi didn't know that Ji Zhao had solved this problem by combining the Dao and the Dao, but even if Ji Zhao hadn't been there, Luo Xizhi and future generations of the Luo family would have used their own blood to block the descent of destiny.
What belongs to heaven belongs to heaven, and what belongs to earth belongs to earth, that’s all.
“O people of Zhuxia, I am willing to offer my blood to all of Xia,” Luo Xizhi said silently as he knelt before the shrine of King Su.
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In the snow of Yinshan Mountain, in the desert, the bows and swords are raised, and the horses of the Hu people cannot escape. The generals are as majestic as Mount Tai, and the soldiers are as surging as rivers. Great are the people of the Xia Dynasty, great are the people of the Suwang. The brilliance of the sun and the moon, the bright light, with us heroes, all the world will be at peace. - "Monument to the Martyrs of the Fight against the Hu"
(End of this chapter)
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