The noise in the city began to rise, and the atmosphere of truce and surrender spread in the city.


    In this buzzing City, it seems that something is collapsing and disintegrating in the heart.


    Seeing the soldiers'' momentum, the military division was shocked and angry.


    "The war is coming! What are you doing?"


    "Datang, it''s coming!"


    A roar of anger resounded through the city.


    Clang.


    There was the sound of a blade falling to the ground.


    "I''m down! I don''t want to die..."


    A slight sound came from a corner of the city.


    Clang~


    More voices came from the end of the city.


    Someone summoned up the courage to drink.


    "Down! I''m going home!"


    At the head of the city, the generals saw the sword still on the ground in the distance of the city wall. They were silent, dignified and bowed their heads silently.


    The morale of the army is lax, and the general trend is gone. The battle of attacking the city is doomed.


    Looking at the figure standing in the attic, all the generals had mixed feelings. They didn''t know what to persuade again.


    As a general who has been fighting for several years, I still don''t want to admit the fact of defeat.


    Perhaps at some time, I have forgotten the original ambition of benefiting the people and securing the country, and unknowingly went far away.


    "You... You are rebellious!"


    The voice of the military division suddenly rose, pointed to the noisy soldiers on the wall, dragged the senior general next to him and roared.


    "Look! These are your soldiers. Let them pick up their weapons. Come on!"


    Seeing that the senior general was indifferent and stood there with a complex look, the military division grabbed the military division''s arm.


    "General, you give a military order!"


    In his eyes, the figure standing on the black war horse hundreds of steps away from the city is reflected. Tieling''s eyes are slightly narrowed, and it seems that there is a flash of essence.


    Brush.


    A sharp blade comes out of its sheath.


    The voice of the city suddenly rose.


    "Park Hu!"


    The figure on the horse''s back under the city looked up at the figure on the city tower blankly, and was a little stunned.


    Tieling took a breath slowly, his voice was hoarse and low, and there were tears in his eyes.


    "You colluded with Tang generals regardless of your friendship with me day and night for several years..."


    "Today... This friendship is over here!"


    The sword pointing to Pu Hu under the city trembled faintly, and tears gathered in his eyes, which was particularly conspicuous.


    The face of the figure under the city suddenly changed. He flew off his horse and fell to his knees with a "poop", raised his head, looked at the figure on the city gate and gave a violent drink.


    "Iron general!"


    At the head of the city, the deputy general turned white and grabbed Tieling''s trembling arm. There were tears on his face.


    "General, don''t say these words..."


    Flicking his sleeves and lifting the deputy general beside him, Tieling drank tearfully.


    "Go away!"


    In the red eyes, tears spilled over and slipped down his jaw. Tieling''s face was so serious that he crossed his sword and scared the surrounding generals to withdraw two steps back involuntarily.


    "And you!"


    Brush.


    The clear light fell.


    With the sound of tearing, the wide sleeved hem fell in response.


    The sound of Tieling shook the city.


    "Today, I break off my friendship with you and have nothing to do with you anymore. Broken sleeves are proof!"


    The wind blew over the city, blowing up the wandering sleeves, scattered around the city and under the city.


    The generals and soldiers around were stunned when they saw the picture that didn''t broadcast floating.


    After being stunned for a short time, park Hu at the foot of the city looked at the light cloth in the wind. In the red tiger''s eyes, tears fell, and he opened his arms and shouted hoarsely at the head of the city.


    "General!"


    "Stop! Don''t be afraid to fight again, my subordinates, please!"


    "Come back to our hometown with me, where uncles are waiting for you to return."


    "We are still rich children among the squires. This military officer... We don''t do it, we don''t do it!"


    Looking at the closed city gate, park Hu hissed in pain, leaned down on the ground, touched his forehead to the ground and whimpered.


    "I can''t go back!"


    The figure on the head of the city saw his eyes, knelt on the ground, took a sword, staggered forward two steps and helped him to the head of the city.


    The old man pulled out a desolate smile on his tearful cheeks, shook his shoulders and laughed loudly.


    "Park Hu, you and I have been playing with water and mud in the countryside until now. I have your shadow all my life."


    "In my life, I have traveled north and south, experienced many things, and never let me shrink back..."


    He pointed to the figure standing on horseback in front of the Datang army array and said it with a sad voice.


    "Time makes people old. Look at the boy of Datang. He is young and ambitious."


    "Old, old, I can''t compare with these rising stars after all."


    The wind brushed the mottled hair, the sun shone through the thin clouds on the old face at the head of the city, and there was a smile on the tearful cheeks.


    The figure with mud on the forehead below the city stared at the city head and couldn''t stop crying. The Datang army array with neat steps also stopped at this moment and looked up at the last general who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.


    The voice of the military division came out with a touch of panic.


    "General! Don''t be discouraged and cold, Tang Hao... Tang Hao''s words are just too extreme to disturb the morale of the army."


    "Let''s... Let''s work together and we will certainly be able to hold..."


    The figure at the head of the city slowly stretched out his hand backward, stopped the pace of the military division, and slowly shook his head.


    "Forget it..."


    "I chose this road myself."


    The sword lying flat on the wall pile was grasped.


    The next moment.


    Under the scorching sun, a blood thread flew out of his neck.