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Dawn broke.
Outside the Xiongguan in the southeast of Chengdu, the bloody battle between the two armies all night finally subsided before the dawn.
When the bell of the Drum Tower rang, Ji Changchuan rode a war horse and led his few remaining tiger and leopard riders into the city gate. The battlefield behind him was piled up with dead bones, and in the bleak morning light, countless vultures were circling in the densely clouded sky.
This was the last confrontation between Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and Mighty Cavalry at the end of Wei Dynasty and the beginning of Wei Dynasty. There were more than 80,000 casualties on both sides. When cleaning the battlefield, they hired several soldiers just to collect the iron masks left by the Wei army. Ten ox carts were used to haul them.
It is said that Yang Qi, the chief general of the Mighty Army, disappeared during the battle, and also lost contact with the generals under Ji Changchuan's command.
At noon, the dark sky could not last for a torrential downpour, washing away the dry bones and blood of the ground, and staining the green valleys of the Shu land with a large area of ??deep red that cannot be washed clean.
The soaring stream is rolling under the small bridge.
Huaisheng stood in the pouring rain, holding the bay red horse standing silently like her, staring straight and stubbornly at the vast and invisible mountains and peaks.
A tall and shambling figure walked on the mountain trail covered in mist in front of him.
His heavy black armor was covered with a touch of blood red, and it was washed by the rain so that it could no longer see its original appearance. The wound on his chest was shocking, and several cracks were printed on the armor like chapped.
Step by step, the young officer walked towards this side very slowly, and the long knife in his hand left a shallow mark on the ground.
Huaisheng held the rein tightly and looked at him, with red eyes breathing out warm white air in the cold rain all over the sky, as if she couldn't vent her emotions that had been held back for a long time, mist appeared in her eyes involuntarily.
On the opposite side, the gentle and gentle eyebrows and eyes are so soft that there is no sharp edge, and a tired smile gradually floats on the pale lips.
Yu Wenjun staggered and stood firm in front of her, his cold palm touched the girl's tearful face, and then pressed his forehead against it.
The whole world is in turmoil, and it is difficult for everyone to die well, but he seems to have settled down.
After meeting up in Shaocheng and Wanyao, Xiang Huan quickly arranged the affairs in hand, and then pulled out a team of people to search for the traces of mulberry leaves on the nearby hills.
For two full days and two nights, there was nothing to gain. After the defeat, the Wei army fled around, and soldiers with masks fled among the water villages and mountains.
"Iron Mask Army?" Outside the dilapidated tavern halfway up the mountain, the old man smoking a dry cigarette slowly pointed to the circling curve and said to them, "I heard that there was a lot of beating down there early in the morning. The group of iron bumps may be because of something. There was a disagreement between the sons and daughters, and in the end, there was internal strife among themselves, and many people died. You can go and look for it."
The valley is full of wrecks of mighty cavalry, all of which are uniform in physique and shape, and at first glance, there is no difference.
Wan Yao removed the masks one by one, revealing distorted and unfamiliar faces underneath. She even suspected that Sang Ye might not be able to recognize his original appearance now that she was standing in front of her.
The peasants helped to clean up the battlefield and carry the corpses.
After Xiang Huan checked the last corpse, he raised his eyes to see the sadness in her eyes, so he got up and walked over.
"Here there is no feature similar to him." The boy thought for a while, and said softly, "No matter what, it is a good thing, at least it proves that he may be alive. Since he is willing to save you, it means that he will be with you." The Iron Mask has turned against him, he is not that stupid, he will not come back to be a target for others."
Wan Yao took a deep breath, forced a smile at him, and nodded.
"If there is a chance." Xiang Huan held the girl's hand comfortingly, "Let the soldiers pay attention to those captured men in the iron mask, maybe one day they will find him."
Wan Yao said, "Okay."
But she couldn't wait for that day after all.
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In the following four years in Xian'an, with the defeat of the Mighty Army, the situation was completely tilted to the south. Coupled with the uncertainty of the men in the iron mask who fell ill due to drugs, this army could no longer be put on the battlefield.
Except for the remaining garrison troops and the Jinwu Guard composed of noble children, Emperor Wei was no longer able to confront Ji Changchuan head-on. Throughout the second half of the year, the battle line moved forward faster and faster.
Bazhou couldn't hold it anymore, and the emperor returned to the capital, but the current imperial court couldn't maintain this seemingly huge country. The lions in the south are watching fiercely, and the barbarian tribes in the north are also faintly showing a tendency to make a comeback.
The country is at stake in the wind and rain.
?Compared to Shen Yu's limited resources, Ji Changchuan seemed to be much more comfortable. Although he was busy dealing with the Wei army on the surface, it did not delay him from freeing up his troops and horses, and went to the Nanyan border to sneak attack every once in a while.
 sp; The sound of the drum is neither fast nor slow, rippling like ripples. She used to wake up with this sound in her early morning dreams, and she also fell asleep peacefully listening to this sound every New Year's Eve night.
At that moment, the word "hometown" entered her heart unexpectedly.
The boy let go of his tightly clenched hands, and a bright smile flashed in his bright starry eyes. He said, "It's for you. Go and see it."
Wan Yao lifted the curtain of the car under his gaze.
In late autumn, Chang¡¯an City is majestic and majestic, the red wall seems to rise from the ground, and there is no one in the area for tens of miles, but there are colorful satin hanging on the gate of the city, like the red silk used by the people when hiring people, and the flags waving around. complement each other.
The defenders stood upright, holding high the banner with hundreds of tiger patterns.
The flag fluttered fiercely against the wind and covered the sky and the sun, with a word on it painted with a silver hook - Xiang.
The young man whispered in his ear: "I said, I will bring Chang'an down to you. Fortunately I didn't wait too long."
She stayed by the window for a long time, her misty eyes finally turned back slowly.
The young man in sight smiled: "Go home, Wanyao."
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The last twenty years in the late Wei Dynasty were a turbulent era.
The dynasty was trapped in wars every year, the people were displaced everywhere, wars broke out everywhere, and the court was troubled by internal and external troubles.
The cities on the border were lost again and again, the ambitious Marquis Wu'an mutinied in the south, and his spearheads pointed directly at the capital; and the famous generals of the Wei State also turned their backs one after another, and half of the country was stepped out of the war with iron hooves.
The pattern of the world has kicked off in a new era.
In the winter of the fifth year of Xian'an, the leader of the tiger and leopard cavalry set the capital in Luoyang, and another vigorous dynasty entered the long river of history, and its country name was Daying.
On the ruins of the Wei Dynasty, the imperial palace with carved railings and jade has been rebuilt into a garden. The founding emperor of Daying enfeoffed five nearby counties and sent King Xiang to garrison here.
Although the world has been calmed down, the impact of the war is like a deep scar, which has lasted for decades.
In the early days of the Ying Dynasty, those mighty troops who had been hostile to tiger and leopard cavalry became shady street rats for a long time.
They have strange appearances, and they often have violent attacks, causing panic among the people and making the local government helpless. Many places simply adopted the policy of encirclement, suppression and massacre, but they were soon stopped by the imperial court because they were too cruel.
Just like the original prisoners of war, the man in the iron mask left over from Wei Shi was a heart disease that had to be solved.
The Tai Hospital convened famous doctors from all over the country, and even invited the former medical officer who developed the drug back to the court to discuss the detoxification prescription, but a radical cure was never found.
And since the farewell outside the Shaocheng that day, Wanyao has never seen mulberry leaves again.
Over the years, as she grew older, she calmed down and thought for a long time, and seemed to be able to understand the reason why the other party insisted on avoiding her.
So Wanyao didn't bother to look for him, but after Xiang Huan was appointed, he issued a notice and posted it in the streets and alleys of the city.
The content of the notice is very simple - I hope that all the people can treat the mighty army of the previous dynasty kindly.
During the years when King Xiang was stationed in Chang'an, the capital once became a shelter for the Iron Masked Man, and there were even porridge sheds and thatched huts specially set up for them in the city.
When the wild goose returns, winter goes to spring. The splendid time of youth blossomed into splendor all over the mountains and plains.
In the early years of Daying, the first month when the palace was completed.
Wanyao found a small light blue flower outside the corner gate. It was a wild plant that can be seen everywhere in the mountains. It was not very eye-catching, so she didn't pay attention to it at first.
But on the first day of each month thereafter, these flowers will always arrive as scheduled.
Sometimes it is one flower, sometimes it is one plant, and sometimes it is a lot. The flowers are covered with crystal clear morning dew, and they vary with the seasons. in front of the door.
Wan Yao didn't know who had let him go, and asked the guards and porters in the mansion, but no one had noticed the other party's whereabouts.
But the people who picked the flowers never stopped, rain or shine, and it lasted for a long time, for a long time, so long that the years and months were blurred, and the memory was hazy.
I don't know which year it was, but suddenly, from the first day of a certain month, the flowers at the corner gate never appeared again.
Just like an old friend going away, drifting away and leaving no books.
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