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At this time, the lieutenant general who had sneaked past had touched the side of the colorful glazed chariot, cooperated with a few personal soldiers, and violently raised his voice. With a loud shout, he rushed to the front of the ten-man guards escorting the chariot, and was about to slash at it with the weapon in his hand.

Simultaneously with his movements, a ball of white light shot out from the top of the colorful glazed car, enveloping him suddenly.

He Houhan stood far away and could see clearly that it was the person guarded by the ten-man guard. He pulled the switch of the colorful glazed chariot—is it attacking light?

He Houhan was at a loss for a moment, as if his mind was stuck and he couldn't figure it out.

How can light be a weapon?It almost seemed ridiculous to him.

But then he realized that he was wrong, and the bottom of his heart was instantly covered with icy cold fear.

The dazzling white light receded, and the former lieutenant general had collapsed to the ground, convulsing all over, with blood protruding from his mouth, the surface of his skin was cracked like the earth that had been dried up for too long, and he could not survive.

He Houhan couldn't believe his eyes, it was so strange!Light... how light can kill!His heart suddenly turned cold, and he immediately turned his head to Rong Jialu's side. Rong Jialu's eyes were fixed on the colorful glazed chariot with a serious expression.

Sure enough, the colorful glazed chariot, which looked like a divine soldier from heaven, turned to Rong Jialu——He Houhan's heart stopped suddenly, and he hardly thought about it. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the gluing and fighting crowd and bumped into Rong Jialu. His powerful momentum and quick lightness made him push the person several feet away like an arrow.

At the same time, Rong Jialu's mount was covered by the white light that followed, and it let out a long wail. The horse, which was brave and invincible a second ago, lost its life and hit the ground heavily, stirring up dust.

The two rolled around on the ground, and Rong Jialu said angrily, "You shouldn't have come!"

He Houhan panted heavily, his arms trembling slightly, and after a moment of silence, he burst out uncontrollably: "Are you telling me to watch senior brother die!"

Rong Jialu pushed him away and scolded him: "Get out of here quickly!"

He Houhan clenched Li Ren tightly.

During this time, the surrounding soldiers of the Shun Dynasty had spontaneously moved closer to Rong Jialu, forming a protective circle.

The colorful glazed chariot seemed to need no rest, followed by another beam of death light that followed like a shadow.

The more intense white light swept across a fan-shaped area, and its power remained undiminished. The Shun Dynasty army fell in groups like wheat cut by a sickle.

The tide of battle reversed after that.

With the help of God, the Kongbei tribe forced the Shun Dynasty army to retreat steadily under the cover of colorful glazed chariots, and chased the leader Rong Jialu every step of the way.

He Houhan followed Rong Jialu and shouted loudly: "Senior brother, the man behind the car! He's manipulating this damn thing!"

Rong Jialu's snow-white longbow was stained red with blood, and it looked as if he was holding a red scythe in his hand. Rong Jialu turned his back to him and shouted: "No, he has been chasing me, I am too late Shoot the arrow and you'll be targeted."

He Houhan continued to move the blade in his hands. He shook off the dripping blood on the blade, and couldn't relax anymore. The soldiers of the Shun dynasty around him died in batches, and they were helpless against this terrifying weapon of unknown origin.

In the dusty battlefield, the soldiers of the Shun Dynasty died in groups under the silent but earth-shattering seven-color light, and countless red-eyed or desperate beings were killed silently and devastated——He Houhan Suddenly felt a bit dazed.

He watched Rong Jialu's generals fall under the rapid white light one after another, unable to attack by force, with their mouths wide open, making a hoarse sound of death.No, they didn't move fast enough to destroy the car...

He gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, but it was exceptionally clear, he turned slightly sideways, and said, "Senior brother... AAC has you as a senior—it's the proudest thing in my life."

Rong Jialu turned his head suddenly, and saw him turning into a black whirlwind and rushing unstoppably towards the terrifying and beautiful colorful glazed car that was like a nightmare...Rong Jialu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his voice seemed to be overwhelmed. Torn apart, he yelled in grief and despair: "No—AraSound—no—"

He rushed towards the oncoming white light, his figure completely merged into it, connected with a charged black knife, and after a blink of an eye, for a moment of stillness, the frightening beauty suddenly collapsed as if indestructible , as if a broken rainbow with a tangible quality spilled into the dust.

The noisy battlefield held its breath for an instant, and the dust floated quietly in the sunlight.

The black knife in He Houhan's hand hit the ground lightly with a "plop".

He faced the loess and fell heavily.

Unable to open his eyes anymore, he looked back at Rong Jialu who was angry and anxious among the many soldiers, and glanced at the long arrow with white feathers shot by his senior brother angrily. "Slap" pierced through the Central Plains man operating the colorful glazed cart, and was nailed to the wooden cart, trembling slightly.

That white light was so beautiful—as if it was the first sight of life, every drop of blood in He Houhan's body felt a familiar and shocking numbness, followed by a burst of unbearable pain, the last sliver of strength in his body He was forcibly pulled away by an unknown force, and several panicked shouts were heard in his ears.

"Prince Yu!"

"Prince Yu..."

He failed to see Jiang Sheng for the last time, somehow, Jiang Sheng's voice sounded in his mind:

"I beg you for a heart, will you give it?"

"...a heart, will you give me?"

... He said: "Okay."

He felt suddenly a waking apology in the chaotic darkness.

Most of the soldiers present on both sides couldn't even see who it was, and they couldn't figure out why only this one person could act under the overwhelming light of death, but he did restore the retreating Shun Dynasty army in an instant, stabilize Lived the victory of the Shun Dynasty.

His name will be recorded in the annals of history, praised by countless people of the Shun Dynasty, and recorded with brilliant pens by countless literati.At that moment, he achieved an immortal legend.

It's a pity that the legend of this battle ended with everyone's sighs.

How tired is the prime minister (full)

It seemed another world.

He Houhan opened his eyes, thinking like this in a trance in his mind, but he couldn't recall any profound things.

He moved his body, and couldn't help being stunned. He had never experienced this feeling of weakness and soreness. He clenched his fist with great effort, but he couldn't clenched it.

It's that kind of subtle constant trembling and prostration-like feeling.

He Houhan's expression finally changed. He struggled to stand up, as if a mountain was pressing on him, and he tried his best to sit up.

He looked around, and this place was familiar...but it wasn't his bedroom.

Blocks of flat and clean black turquoise ground, octagonal exquisite table, one side hollowed out with gold and jade inlaid imperial animal incense burner, this is the imperial palace...

He Houhan frowned bit by bit, he remembered the last scene, the darkness, the boundless darkness, the panic and helplessness of losing his life... How come he is safe and sound again and again?This is so weird, so weird...

There was still some throbbing pain in his head, and he couldn't concentrate... This feeling was too strange to him, which made him a little confused, and a little... indescribable fear.

He stretched out his hand to lift the quilt away, and under the thin obscene clothes was a bony torso, He Houhan couldn't help gasping, the bones were so distinct, not even a bit of fat or muscle was gone, only a layer of skin remained And a few skeletons, some scary and some unbearable to see.

The trembling of his fingers suddenly increased, He Houhan closed his eyes and calmed down for a while.

At this time, he heard a "squeak", and the blood vessels under his eyelids were stung by the influx of sunlight. He opened his eyes, and what he saw was... the emperor, Chong Yuan.

He seemed to have grown up a bit, more mature than He Houhan when he left Beijing, his appearance was perfect, and he was astonished as a heavenly man.For some reason, he also carried a copper-yellow sword in his hand. Chongyuan didn't need a weapon in the palace...

He Houhan's mind was still a little confused, he couldn't figure it out for a while, he looked at Chongyuan silently, he felt the emperor's excitement.

The muscles on Chong Yuan's face twitched, showing an expression of crying and laughing uncontrollably.

Very shocking.

Empress He stared at him blankly, and after a long while, he squeezed out two words: "Your Majesty..." Then he didn't know what to say, and was surprised by the hoarseness and weakness of his own voice.

Chong Yuan strode over and put the sword in his hand on the edge of the bed. He Houhan didn't have time to push it away, or he couldn't use his strength at all, so he was tightly embraced into the arms of the emperor. He is not in a good spirit now. I don't care about other things, I just feel the pain all over my body, and I can't help but stretch out my hand and push it away.

Chong Yuan didn't move at all, He Houhan didn't dare to disobey, so he had to bear it.

At this time, Chongyuan whispered in his ear: "Zhen, if you don't wake up, your body will experience complete exhaustion and death..."

He Houhan thought hard, trying to figure out the cause and effect, before hesitantly asked after a while: "I... How long have I been like this?"

Only then did Chong Yuan let go of him, stepped back slightly, stared at him, and said, "You left Beijing three years ago."

He Houhan's whole body trembled, and he was at a loss for a moment. When he left Beijing, he had been marching for about a year. So, he was in a coma, or fell asleep, for two years?How did he survive these two years?

later……

His mind was full of things in a mess, but he couldn't grasp the clues. This feeling of powerlessness made He Houhan very unaccustomed and uncomfortable, which brought uneasiness.

Chong Yuan restrained his emotions for a while, his eyes calmed down, and his expression was calm. He reached out and took a porcelain medicine bottle from one side, poured it