Chapter 148: The Ning Army Is Mighty! Your Highness the Princess? ! [Update 2]

There was a faint red line on the horizon, not the sunset after the sun went down, but the raging fire.

Ye Wanlan remembered what He Jia had said in the letter to her -

They fell from the sky with the raging fire, bringing blood and corpses.

Who are they?

Ye Wanlan clenched her fingers little by little, raised her head, and looked towards the west.

She didn't need to look back on this history, she also knew that the people who invaded Shenzhou would not be the Western Regions and the Northern Continent.

The Western Regions had long been scared by the King of Yan, and the Queen of the Northern Continent had signed an agreement with her that she would never go to war with Shenzhou in her lifetime.

Moreover, even if the Western Regions and the Northern Continent united, they would not have the ability to break through Shenzhou.

He Jia jumped on the horse, holding the reins in one hand, holding a spear in the other, and carrying a heavy sword on his back.

He said in a faint voice: "Let's go."

Several deputy generals followed and came to the marching place together.

There were 150,000 heavy cavalry in the northwest alone.

However, less than a day had passed, and only 50,000 were left.

Seeing Hejia coming out, the remaining cavalry quickly lined up: "General!"

"We have fought together for thirteen years, and today is the end." Hejia spoke slowly, "The Ning army is mighty, and we will not retreat until we die."

These eight short words boosted morale.

"The Ning army is mighty, and we will not retreat until we die!"

"The general is mighty, and may the prince live a thousand years!"

"If we win this battle, we can have peace for several years." Hejia took the lead and rode his horse, "We must fight."

He, the King of Yan, must live up to this title and die upright on the battlefield.

Although he died nine times, he still did not regret it.

This was a war that was bound to be lost, but no one retreated.

Yellow sand filled the sky, and thousands of horses were galloping.

The Tianji Camp led by the King of Yan was one of the three most powerful armies in the Ning Dynasty. The other two camps were led by the King of Chu and the King of Qin respectively.

It was also at this moment that Ye Wanlan finally saw the face of the enemy.

They were indeed human, not non-human. They had black hair, blonde hair, green hair, black eyes, blue eyes, and red eyes. There was no racial distinction.

They wore ordinary clothes, but as He Jia said, these clothes were harder than armor and invulnerable to swords and spears.

Their weapons were also much stronger than those of the Ning army. The swords made of meteorite iron in the hands of the Ning army broke in an instant!

This was a complete massacre.

Every second, a Ning Dynasty soldier died.

All the soldiers of the six armies died, and every inch of the land was stained with blood.

Ye Wanlan's hands hung on both sides of her body, shaking constantly.

She remembered all the records she had read about this battle of ten thousand armies, and there was one sentence that particularly impressed her -

They shouted, Shenzhou will not perish, Shenzhou will not be destroyed!

This angered the enemy, so they were brutally killed.

That day, millions of people died on the Shenzhou continent.

Some historians in later generations thought that this was too exaggerated, but seeing it today, it was even written lightly.

History books only have a few words, and it is indeed difficult to describe the true history.

"Millions of dead bodies" are just four short words, but behind them are millions of real lives.

Others don't know that she reads the written records of the fall of the Ning Dynasty every day just to remember this deep national hatred and family feud.

Anyone can forget, but as a member of the Xiang royal family, as Princess Yongning, as a witness of millions of lives, she can't forget.

I don't know how long it took, the wind stopped, and it was very quiet around, only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Hejia was surrounded by corpses. In the vast world, he was the only one still alive.

All the brothers and sisters who had accompanied him for thirteen years had died.

"King of Yan, right? Oh, you are still in ancient times, what a backward civilization." The man called the general clapped his hands and smiled, "I admire your strength and your backbone, so I decided to give you a chance to join my army, how about it?"

Hejia closed his eyes and let the blood flow down the wound on his body.

It hurts.

Since he pacified the northwest, he had not been injured so badly and in so much pain for a long time.

But the physical pain was not as great as the mental pain.

He thought that he was defeated after all, and was defeated miserably.

He could not even stop the invasion of Shenzhou by these enemies. He knew that he could not fall down. Once he fell down, Shenzhou would be destroyed.

But now, what can he do?

Hejia suddenly recalled that a long, long time ago, so long ago that they were still wandering outside, and Xiang Lan, who was only three years old at that time, asked him a question.

——Brother Wang, how can we become stronger?

——To become stronger, that is, to break all the weak points step by step. When these weak points are gone, you will be the strongest.

——Weak points?

——It's like Xiao Lan is my weak point.

Hejia slowly opened his eyes, he stood up again, pulled the broken blade out of his left chest with one hand, and held the spear tightly with the other hand.

"Roar——"

Faintly, there was a dragon roar, deterring all directions.

This is the tenth move of the Shen Ce Spear Technique -

Qian, Long, Teng, Yuan!

"Boom!"

The entire ground suddenly collapsed, sand and rocks flew, and countless trees along the way collapsed.

Screams rang out, and thousands of people fell into the cracks and died in an instant.

The power of this move was unexpected even to the enemy, and it was too late to retreat.

They thought that He Jia had exhausted his strength and would definitely not fight them anymore.

But the killing moves of each of the six major sects were to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of their own lives, exchanging lives for lives, and they would not use them easily.

This was also the first time Hejia used the move "Qianlong Tengyuan".

In just a moment, the violent internal force broke all his meridians, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices, but he moved the corners of his lips and smiled slightly.

This move was more powerful than he imagined, which was good.

He did it, using his life to protect Shenzhou, and it was time to take a break.

"I was about to die and was still tricked by him. I lost a lot of manpower. It's really unlucky."

"I didn't expect these Shenzhou people to be so temperamental. Wouldn't it be better to surrender early? They had to rush forward one by one to die. It's really like a moth flying into a flame, overestimating their own abilities."

"General, the person is already dead, what do you say?"

"Don't people still have corpses after death? Do you need me to teach you?"

"Brother Wang!" Ye Wanlan realized something, she quickly stepped forward, rushed to Hejia, and tightly protected him, "No-Brother Wang!"

However, this is just a scene replay, it is history that cannot be changed.

The long knife pierced through her body and cut off Hejia's head.

Blood splattered, Ye Wanlan looked at her hand, but she couldn't touch even a drop of blood.

She was like a complete outsider, and could only watch Hejia being whipped after death.

King Yan would never know, he didn't want her to see the fall of Shenzhou with her own eyes, but she still saw it.

Unprecedented hatred almost made Ye Wanlan unable to restrain her bursting murderous intent. She was trembling all over, but she could only stay where she was and couldn't move anything.

The enemy then cut off Hejia's limbs, threw his body into the wilderness, and maliciously destroyed the environment of Yanshan.

Yanshan has completely turned into a desert, with no grass growing.

"We have killed everyone here, we can continue to go, the southern border has been broken, and we can't fall behind next."

These foreign troops laughed and whipped away, attacking from the northwest and driving straight into Fengyuan.

According to historical records, in 1723 of the Shenzhou calendar, the Prince of Yan defended Yanshan Mountain without retreating, and his body was not found. He was only 28 years old.

…

"Tick-tick-tick--"

It was the sound of water dripping, which suddenly sounded in my ears.

The scene in front of Ye Wanlan finally dissipated, and Yanshan Mountain was still pitch black, without a trace of light.

Her heart seemed to be cut off by a sharp blade, empty, and the cold wind poured in madly, throbbing with pain.

"Oh my God, I seem to be able to see things finally!" The excited voice interrupted Ye Wanlan's meditation, "It was really strange just now, why did I experience the things before the death of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan again? It must be my hallucination, woo woo woo, my His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan died so tragically..."

Ye Wanlan still stood there silently, turning a deaf ear to Qingyun Pei's crying.

She never thought that Hejia would die in such a tragic and heroic way.

Before he died, he also sacrificed the death together, killing thousands of people.

It was this move that completely angered the enemy.

Her brother, who was crowned the King of Yan at the age of sixteen, did not even leave a complete body.

Ye Wanlan closed her eyes: "It's not your hallucination, I saw it too, thank you."

She has memorized the face of the admiral and the faces of all the enemies who killed the soldiers of Shenzhou.

She will not forget it.

"..."

There was a moment of silence.

"Ah——!" Qingyunpei screamed, "What a terrible human, she can actually hear my words, what should I do, did she hear all my muttering just now? I'm dead!"

Hearing this very modern and trendy word, Ye Wanlan was silent: "..."

It can be seen that there are indeed many people entering Yanshan. Qingyunpei has been buried underground for a long time and has learned a lot that he shouldn't have learned.

"I can hear you talking." Ye Wanlan took Qingyunpei out of his pocket and put it in front of his eyes. "Although I don't know why, you can tell me everything you know."

"That won't work. I am the treasure of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan. Who are you? If you tell me to tell you, I will lose face--" Qingyunpei's voice suddenly stopped, and then the tone rose, shaking violently in disbelief: "Your Highness, the Princess?!"

Continue to strongly ask for votes for Sister Lan at the end of the month! ! If you don't vote, it will expire. If you vote, I will vote, and Sister Lan will be on the list soon.

The Prince of Yan will officially appear and will be alive. Don't panic! Wait for me to lay the groundwork.

See you tomorrow~~