Roar.


    Roar.


    The sword rattled against the iron shield and echoed and overlapped throughout the valley.


    Banners billowed in the wind like a sea tide, and rows of horses blew their noses, planing their hoofs in place and bringing up a piece of dust.


    Bang.


    The silver gun was inserted into the soil upside down, splashing dust and mud.


    The bowl horse''s hooves restlessly scraped the soil on the ground. Under the orange cloak, the tall figure dressed in animal head bright silver armor, pointed to the head of the city and shouted.


    "Assassins in the city go to the city! Give me an answer when I give you a incense stick!"


    "Vote or not!"


    When the rough and loud voice shook the front of the city, many soldiers'' hands holding bowstrings were shaking, and a figure rushed down from the head of the city and rushed towards the government office in the city.


    At dawn today, the horse''s hooves outside the valley were very impatient. The great Tang Haohao soldier Feng suddenly ran into the narrow valley road and set off a battle outside Anshi City, just like he was going to attack the city.


    The atmosphere at the head of the city suddenly became tense.


    The figure of galloping on horseback shuttled through the crowded street, and a heart pounded.


    The city, which has always been strictly guarded, will usher in the most critical moment.


    In the government office at the end, a figure paced anxiously in the hall.


    "Well... What should I do?"


    "If we surrender, my relatives who are still in the imperial city will certainly be imprisoned... Gaisuwen has a bad reputation outside... In fact, he is just a tyrant..."


    "I''m afraid, I''m afraid my three-year-old child will also be poisoned by the jailer."


    The scribe on one side of the hall, holding the letter of persuasion handed over by Tang, raised his bloody eyes and looked at the anxious figure.


    "Assassin, I can''t wait."


    "One night has passed. If we wait any longer, it will be the time for the Tang Dynasty to raise troops for expedition. At that time, let''s talk about defection. I''m afraid it''s too late!"


    "... the family''s affairs... If you don''t, you''ll hand them over to Mr. Zhong... Let''s get through the current difficulties first!"


    From the moment they received the letter of persuasion from the Tang Dynasty, they were in this hall to discuss countermeasures.


    I didn''t sleep all night, but I didn''t come up with a comprehensive plan.


    From the previous array resistance to the final surrender, and even the escape without permission, they had carefully planned, but they were overthrown one by one.


    The city shrouded in the shadow of the Tang Dynasty seems to have no choice but to surrender.


    The figure pacing stopped, and the messy hair swept his cheeks, revealing ruddy eyes. On his sad face, the corners of his mouth trembled and squeezed out words.


    "It''s up to you... What can you do when you introduce Wen Chen?"


    "I''m afraid I can''t even get around the Tang front in front of the valley..."


    "Mr. assassin!"


    Impatient shouts and shouts accompanied by hasty footsteps were introduced into the hall at the same time.


    A figure emerged from the steps and trotted in.


    "Assassin! The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty call for battle in front of the city. They should reply in an hour of incense. If not, they will... Order to attack the city!"


    Ah?


    The face of the figure in the hall suddenly changed, a pair of blood red eyes showed a touch of shock, and the figure could not stand stably and stagger for a moment.


    The scribe on one side of the hall hurriedly got up and held the body that was about to fall.


    Tears from the corners of my eyes rushed out in an instant and looked at the first trembling figure.


    "Assassin! Give orders! There''s no time... There''s no time!"


    The sound of teeth trembling came from the side of the ear, and the sound of bolt revolved in the throat, sending out vague words when spitting out.


    "... son... My wife and children... I... I''m sorry for you."


    Old tears fell down his cheeks, and the assassin''s face was sad.


    Tell the taxi soldier to hold up his cold body and tears filled his eyes.


    "Assassin, you''d better go to the city first... And... Make peace with Datang!"


    "We... The lives of tens of thousands of people in our city are... In your hands."


    It seems that in an instant, the assassin is old and many, and his eyes become confused. He nods and mechanically agrees.


    "Shangchengtou, shangchengtou."


    "Make peace, let''s make peace."


    Being carried out of the hall, the old man got on the carriage shakily, took the hand of the scribe and trembled.


    "Zhong Qian, I''ve never done anything I owe or begged anyone in my life."


    "But now, I can only rely on you..."


    The choking sound sounded in the carriage, and the rustling words sounded softly in the carriage.


    "If you surrender this time, the affairs in the city will depend on you."


    "You literati can speak well... Go to Datang and say... Don''t kill, don''t..."


    The sound stopped suddenly at the moment when the shaking carriage stopped, and a figure fell into the arms of the scribe.


    "Assassin! Assassin!"


    The shrill voice sounded under the city, and the man''s cry sounded at the next moment.


    Creak~


    I don''t know how long, the closed door was opened.


    A figure came out of the empty city gate, holding the body still warm.


    At the moment when the shadow cast by the arched door fell on the figure, the scribe slowly knelt on the ground and laid the figure in his arms on the ground. Tears trickled down and a sad voice sounded from under the city.


    "The returned sinners took the assassin and welcomed the general of the Tang Dynasty into the city."