Queen Flower - Chapter 264

Near Xijing City, the three-way army joined forces, and Jiang Lan and all her capable men gathered together.

Murong Jian gathered all the existing troops and defended the capital.

Winter is over, the air in early spring is still chilly, the sun is rising, and the fog has not yet dispersed.

Murong Jian’s army was already lined up ten miles outside the city for the final battle.

The Central Army numbered 100,000, with 50,000 cavalry on both wings, dressed in black and armored like a black cloud.

Standing on the high ground, Jiang Lan glanced at the distant enemy without saying a word. The final battle was inevitable. After this battle, it was Xijing City.

Hundreds of thousands of troops in red and black armor have long been lined up to prepare, just waiting for Yan Zhan’s order.

Suddenly, the horns are heard again and again, the drums are bursting, and the two armies are launched at the same time, colliding like a mountain and a sea, black and red, staggered, and the sound resounds through the valley, like a storm crashing on the shore, rocks piercing the air, long swords and swords. Sharp swords fluttered, spears and spears whizzed past, dense arrows like locusts, densely flying past.

The roar, the sound of fighting, the sound of horses’ hooves, the tremors of mountains and rivers, the smoke and dust in the sky, the fierce fighting, the sun and the moon are dull.

The soldiers on both sides were like undulating waves, and in an instant, there were dead bodies everywhere, the smell of blood filled the air, and the shrill screams stimulated people’s eardrums.

Jiang Lan stood on the high ground and looked down at the battlefield, feeling a little cold in his heart, and the real blood flowed into a river.

Murong Xiling touched her head, and Xiao Yan took her hand.

“I’m fine.” She shook her head, carefully observing the changes in the battle situation.

Yan Zhan commanded the army. He took the lead and his morale was like a rainbow. After a fierce battle, the battle began to turn one-sided, and the red cloud began to devour the black cloud until the last enemy was eliminated.

This should be Murong Jian’s most heartfelt unit. Because no one surrendered until the end, only the soldiers in red clothes and black armor were left, holding high red flags like flowers blooming in the black soil.

The army marched in a mighty way, and the real soldiers of Xijing City came under the city.

The towering city wall, the thick city gate, the dense arrows exposed on the city wall, reflecting the cold light under the sunlight, the moat water is surging, flowing around the city.

A team of soldiers had already been dispatched to cut off the water. To dry up the moat, many soldiers pushed soil into the river to fill it up. The arrows on the city gate are overwhelming. How many people fell straight into the moat, and were buried by the dumped sand, which was insignificant to the entire battle situation, and the moat only had to fill up a few sections of water.

The trebuchet is ready. Large stones were thrown into the city, rumbling in my ears. Although the city wall was indestructible, it was difficult to resist such a violent attack.

Jiang Lan rode on the horse and watched everything calmly, while Yan Zhan commanded Ruoding on the battlefield. Xiao Yan, Murong Xiling was by her side, even Chu Qingcheng and Shangguanhong. All in the camp at the rear.

When the moat was partially filled, they began to build ladders. In order to climb the city quickly, they abandoned the heavy cloud ladder and chose a lighter flying ladder.

But the ladder is not ready yet. Suddenly, a large weapon appeared on the city wall, and a huge arrow pierced through the clouds. The sound of breaking through the sky was loud, and the arrow used wood as the rod, the iron spear head as the arrowhead, and the iron feather as the tail. One shot and three sword arrows were actually short spears with feathers, and one arrow shot through one. A trebuchet smashed a flying ladder with one arrow. All the siege tools were not spared. Together with those dense arrows, blood flowed into rivers immediately under the city wall, and bones were everywhere.

Jiang Lan’s pupils shrank violently. This is a bed crossbow. It is said to be the overlord of the crossbow. It is invincible and has huge destructive power. Not finished.

Unexpectedly, Murong Jian still has such a weapon, even if there is only one, the soldiers are already unable to move, and the siege tools will be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Suddenly a dark shadow drifted by, Jiang Lan felt that there was no wind around him, and immediately reached out to stop it. Xiao Yan had already tapped out, jumped up, stepped on the head, and leaped up half of the flying ladder with his strength. The city wall, but saw that almost all the arrows were shot at him, and the traces of the arrow tails were streaked in the air.

“Xiao Yan!” Jiang Lan held back the exclamation that came out of his mouth, pressing his worries into his heart, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his palms were so sticky, he could barely hold the spear, and the white horse under him began to fidgeting.

Murong Xiling grabbed the reins and put his hand on her shoulder to stabilize her figure.

Jiang Lan put away his hesitant heart, forced himself to calm down, and stared at the black figure without blinking, his eyes moving with him.

Xiao Yan changed his body shape in the air, the cross-moon sword danced in the air, and arrows like locusts scattered around him, like a sun wheel, and like a blooming sun flower, the arrows flashed in waves.

As soon as he stepped on the city wall, countless swords slashed at him. He kept walking, and the sword of the moon was drawn into a line, reaping the lives of countless people. up, surround him.

Jiang Lan’s heart was already in her throat, and she was about to break free from Murong Xiling’s hand and run away.

On the city wall, Xiao Yan suddenly jumped up and jumped out of the crowd. With a flash of white light, people’s heads fell one after another, and Xiao Yan was already standing beside the crossbow. He slashed the lives of several of the people he controlled, and then took out the nitric and sulfur burning material in his arms, and the flames rose for a while, and the crossbow finally turned to ashes.

At the same time, with a big wave of Yan Zhan’s hand, countless flying ladders were already leaning against the city wall. The soldiers seized the opportunity to climb up and finally climbed to the top of the city, killing them.

There were crowds of people, swords were arguing, people kept falling on the city walls, and the city walls were stained with blood, but even so, batches of warriors were not afraid and marched forward bravely.

The log kept hitting the heavy city gate, making a loud noise, breaking through the last line of defense.

The city gate opened, and Yan Zhan led his army into Xijing.

When there were no more arrows on the city gate, Murong Xiling let go of Jiang Lan, and the last army stepped into the royal city. Before the siege, Jiang Lan had promised them that they would never take the lead, so she was always behind the army.

Now her army is heading straight for the palace, because this will be the final battleground.

The red wall was mottled with blood, and the white marble steps were bright red. The palace had been breached, thick smoke was rising, armor and weapons were everywhere, and layers of corpses were scattered around.

Wars have never been so cruel and human lives are vulnerable.

Although it was a last resort, Jiang Lan still felt cold hands and feet, and hoped to never fight again.

“Your Majesty, the palace has been destroyed, but Murong Jian’s whereabouts are unknown.” The blood-covered soldiers came to report.

Jiang Lan turned around and wanted to rush in, but was stopped by Murong Xiling, “You stay here, I’ll find Murong Jian.” The Murong family still let him deal with it. If they don’t catch Murong Jian, things will never happen. It will end, and she will stay here, in the safest perimeter.

Murong Xiling led the army away, and Jiang Lan led the army to stand quietly, waiting for their victory to return.

The setting sun was shining in the west, and on the high palace wall, a figure suddenly appeared. He was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe. He had a slender figure, pale skin, and a beautiful face. Although the Murong family’s unique elegant demeanor, although it was almost not confused, it was still the same.

“Murong Jian!”

“Jiang Lan!”

Jiang Lan immediately looked at him from a distance. This was the first time the two met, and it must be the last time in this life. But the eyes of both sides are calm, not moved by each other’s demeanor.

The soldiers behind him had already drawn their bows and arrows, and they could shoot him down the city wall only after she gave an order.

Jiang Lan saw that he was holding a box in his hand, holding it out of the palace wall with one hand, as long as his wrist moved, it would fall down.

“This is the jade seal of the country, which has been passed down from generation to generation.” He said quietly, his voice calm.

“So what?” Jiang Lan said lightly. Could it be that he wanted to use a dead object to lure her into the bait. The country has been beaten down by her, and will it be shaken by the loss of a jade seal?

“Nothing.” There was a slight smile on his face, “This is the key to the temple, without it you will never be recognized by the God of Reverence, and your country will never be stable.” His face There is a hint of melancholy, in fact, even if the gate of the temple is opened, he still won’t be recognized by God.

Jiang Lan was silent for a moment. It turns out that everything needs a key. No wonder in the legend of Zunguo, only the royal family who has been approved by the gods can see the gods. She can be sure that this **** must be Xiaoxi. This is Xiaoxi’s last chance. If she gives up this jade seal now, she will never be able to return home.

What if she died now? What will happen when she opens her eyes again?

And whether she returns home or not, she needs a final judgment.

“Come up, I’ll give it to you.” He looked at her and said, with an inexplicable light in his eyes.

“No.” Cheng Chen grabbed her hand, “I’ll go.”

Murong Jian shook his head, with a trace of contempt in his eyes: “Your Majesty is only worthy of holding a jade seal, come up and leave your weapons, including your whip.”

The generals were in an uproar and opposed, but she was stopped by her backhand.

Jiang Lan jumped off the horse, put down the bright silver spear, and took off the overlord whip. She slowly took off her helmet, but a string of cloth was secretly wrapped around her palm.

She walked up the city wall slowly, step by step, steady and calm, Cheng Chen couldn’t stop her, and followed behind a few steps away.

Murong Jian watched her approach from above, swept over Cheng Chen behind him, and said nothing.

The setting sun was like blood, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured out on the city wall, coating the bodies of both of them with a light golden red, noble and glamorous.

“You really are beautiful.” Murong Jian looked at her face carefully, with a calm tone.

“Exceeded the prize.” Jiang Lan looked at him, stopped in the distance and stopped moving forward.

“Come here and get it.” Murong Jian raised the box in his hand.

Jiang Lan shook his head, “You open it.”

Murong Jian slowly opened the box, and even took it out and turned it in a different direction. The transparent and crystal clear square jade seal reflected a dim yellow brilliance in the setting sun. He put it in the box, closed it, and reached out to her.

“Come and get it, and I’ll give it to you,” he said.

Jiang Lan approached slowly, cautiously.

Everyone looked up at them with bated breath, and there were already anxious men in black rushing towards them.