After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

"kill!!!"

The city gate opened, and 48,000 people left under the leadership of Jiang Haiping.

The sound of hoofs was like thunder.

Si Fuqing wanted to keep up, but was held down by the two soldiers left behind in the city.

One of the soldiers lowered his head, and his voice was already choked up: "Master, this is the best way. We don't want to do this, but... but there is no way."

Now Daxia is suffering from internal and external troubles, and it is the most difficult years.

The old emperor was too stupid, he only knew that he was drunk with money, and he didn't care about the life and death of the people at all.

All the mess was left to Emperor Yin.

Fortunately, he has the strength himself, and he has many generals under his command, so he can turn the tide.

Si Fuqing fell silent.

Looking from the city wall, she could already see the dense army of barbarians.

And because of the difference in blood, the barbarian men are all over 1.9 meters tall, and two meters are no longer rare.

There is already a huge disparity in physique.

For 48,000 people against 300,000, the chances of winning are extremely slim.

The barbarian general who led the army also thought so, he sneered: "Jiang Haiping, you and I have been opponents for many years, this is the last time, don't worry, I will capture you alive and let you see how the Beizhou you guarded was annexed by our barbarians. of!"

Daxia has vast land and abundant resources.

The barbarians have always wanted to occupy Daxia.

Seeing that it is about to succeed, who knew that a Yinhuang would suddenly appear?

It even took several cities in a row.

The barbarian general gnawed his teeth with hatred.

Today, they finally found an opportunity, this war must be won back!

He wanted to see how Jiang Haiping led more than 40,000 people to fight!

The barbarian general raised his hand, and the barbarian soldiers behind him rushed out.

But they failed to break through the Jiang Family Army's line of defense immediately.

Jiang Haiping shot down, instantly piercing the chests of the four barbarian soldiers.

He retracted the gun and stabbed it again.

There are several huge bodies in the end.

This gave Jiang Jiajun great confidence and encouragement.

"Brothers! We haven't slept soundly all these years. Why? They don't let us sleep!" Jiang Haiping raised his voice, "How can we make foreigners believe in our homeland?"

"Work together to get rid of the bandits who deceive me!"

"Cut down the slaughter of barbarians and protect the frontier of Xia!"

Look up to the sun, but not Yongan.

Obviously Yong'an City is in Zhongzhou, but they can't see it.

The barbarians couldn't understand why the Jiang family's army was so small that each of them could have more than one enemy.

The more wounds they have, the more courageous they will fight.

The Battle of Yanmen was a tragic war.

More and more people fell, and the khaki desert was dyed red with blood.

Si Fuqing was standing on the city wall, his fingers holding the cold stone.

She asked herself what she was not afraid of, even in the deep sea, she could overcome her phobia of the sea.

But now, she is afraid.

She is standing here, as long as she can enable the ability of the evolutionary, she can smooth the entire battlefield, but she can't save anyone, she can only watch them die.

For three days and three nights, 48,000 people fought against the barbarian army of 300,000 people and won.

None of them are evolutionaries, and they have no other abilities. They are a group of ordinary people, but they won.

After seeing it with his own eyes, Si Fuqing knew that the few sentences in the history books were not enough to describe the real history.

The ground is full of corpses.

Especially the more than 40,000 Jiang family troops, everyone has scars on their bodies, and it is almost impossible to find a complete place.

Jiang Haiping was the only one left.

He was also full of wounds, and he held the spear in his hand tightly, but he didn't fall down.

Although his face was covered in blood, he was smiling.

Winning, Yanmen defended.

"Stab!"

The angry barbarian general stabbed Jiang Haiping directly in the right chest with a long knife and picked him up.

The army of 300,000 people only had less than 1,000 people left, which was a shame for the barbarians.

"Not only will I kill you, but I will also kill the monarch you serve." The barbarian general laughed angrily, "A yellow-haired child dares to sit in the emperor's seat, he can't keep up with the five states of Xia. of."

"But I don't want to kill you." The barbarian general suddenly approached, "Jiang Haiping, I recognize your ability, why should you bow your head to a yellow-haired child, as long as you join us, our king will still enshrine you as the marshal."

Jiang Haiping was too terrifying.

With the strength of 40,000 people retreating 300,000, it is the great enemy of the barbarians.

If you can't take it for your own use, you must die.

"I'm not fighting for Your Majesty." Jiang Haiping gasped, blood dripping down the corner of his mouth, "My Majesty and I are fighting for the people of the five states, you?"

He sneered, his eyebrows still arrogant: "If they are not of my own race, their hearts will be different,"

"Hey!"

The barbarian general became angry and stabbed the long knife deeper.

The knife plunged directly into Jiang Haiping's heart.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he spewed a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.

On the city wall, Si Fuqing's expression changed greatly: "Marshal!"

The barbarian generals did not stop.

One knife, two knives, three knives... thirteen knives.

Jiang Haiping's eyelids became heavy.

When a person is about to die, memory begins to fly.

He suddenly remembered the letter he received yesterday.

It was written by Mrs. Jiang, saying that Jiang Zhaoyue missed him again, and asked him when he would go back. If he went back this year, he would still be able to catch up with Jiang Xuanjin's crown ceremony.

Jiang Haiping's lips moved silently, and his left hand hung down.

He can't go back.

More and more knives came in.

Jiang Haiping's heart had already stopped beating, but he was still standing, which was against the laws of nature.

I would rather die standing than live on my knees.

The barbarian general was also terrified, his hands trembling: "Cut off his head! Chop off!"

"Crack!"

A teenager waved his hand and chopped off Jiang Haiping's head.

It's just that the head rolled down, but his body was still straight.

The remaining barbarian soldiers couldn't help but take a step back.

At the same time, Zhongzhou, Yongan City.

Madam Jiang, who was embroidering Jiang Zhaoyue's clothes, trembled, her hand was suddenly pierced by a needle, and her eyes widened instantly.

She raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch something, and murmured, "Is it an illusion? Why do I feel...you're gone..."

At this moment, on the Yanmen battlefield.

"General, he's still standing!" The young general was also horrified, "What should I do?"

"Hmph, hard bones." The barbarian general took a deep breath, "Drag it back, chop it into puree, and feed me wild dogs!"

Isn't Jiang Haiping proud?

Then he will crush this pride.

Several soldiers nodded.

They are now less than a thousand people, and there is no way to attack the city anymore.

Just as they were about to drag Jiang Haiping's body back, a hurried voice fell.

"No military advisor!"

Si Fuqing quickly climbed down from the city gate, rushed to the battlefield at the fastest speed she could currently have, hugged Jiang Haiping's corpse, and then turned and ran.

"Where did the white-faced scholar come from?" The barbarian general frowned, "Courtesy of death!"

Only five or six thousand of the 300,000 army were beaten by Jiang Haiping. The plan to capture Yanmen failed. He was angry, but there were still people who dared to touch his bad head.

He immediately swung the long knife and slashed at Si Fuqing.

"Crack!"

The knife slashed at her.

In an instant it was a deep wound.

The strong fishy sweetness rushed to his throat, Si Fuqing gritted his teeth, but he didn't spit out a mouthful of blood, still protecting Jiang Haiping's corpse.

She can't change the trend of history, and she can't let Jiang Haiping be humiliated by these barbarians.

The barbarian general was furious.

He can't take care of Jiang Haiping, and can't take care of a military division?

Since he had to die, don't blame him for being rude.

The barbarian general swung his sword and slashed out again.

There was another wound on Si Fuqing's back.

Her steps faltered.

The only two soldiers left on the city gate changed their faces: "Military division!"

"Want to accompany your marshal? I will fulfill you!" The barbarian soldier pooh-pooh twice, waving his sword for the third time, "A scholar, how dare you be so self-sufficient!"

But the knife failed to hit.

The sound of hooves sounded at this moment, and they came running wildly.

Si Fuqing only felt that her feet were light and she was lifted up. The hand put her on the tall horse, and the owner of the hand turned over and dismounted.

In the next second, only the sound of "clang" was heard, the sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed.

The barbarian general stared, and he lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the Dragon Sparrow Sword inserted in his chest in disbelief.

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood poured out of his throat continuously, and he couldn't stop it.

"Hoho..." The barbarian general clutched his chest and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word, and the huge body fell down unwillingly.

Under the Dragon Sparrow Sword, there is no living person.

The young emperor raised his hand, and the Dragon Sparrow Sword returned to his hand.

The icy blade pointed straight at the remaining barbarian soldiers.

His voice was faint, but he felt extremely oppressive: "Exit Yanmen, Paul is completely dead."

Yin Huang, here we come!