The golden statue, more than ten meters tall, was like a giant standing in front of him. Under the sunlight, there was a faint golden light, which was sacred and extraordinary. I wonder if the statue was too realistic. In the sunlight, it gave people a lifelike feeling, like this statue was a real person, not a dead object...

Zhao Yun was wearing silver armor and looked at the golden statue in front of him. This was a legendary figure. He pacified the Han family and did not dare to set foot in China for hundreds of years. What kind of power is this? His heart was a little ups and downs. He had a passion and a desire in his heart. He hoped that one day he could become a supreme general like Longteng, not seeking fame and leaving it in history, but only seeking to pacify foreign tribes and ride a horse and drink blood.

"Eighty years ago, in the small village in the north of Boyang County, there was a family of three, a little boy and a couple. At that time, they were very poor and could not eat enough. Most of the time they ate wild vegetables and tree roots. The little boy also worked with his parents, digging wild vegetables into the mountains and looking for food..." Standing in front of the golden statue, Yang Wu suddenly spoke: "Although they couldn't eat enough and were not warm in clothes, the little boy felt very warm, and the whole family was together..."

"But one day, it all changed. A group of troops speaking foreign languages ​​came. The house in the village was lit by them. The food and clothing were stolen by these people. The people in the village were also killed by them. Only the little boy was placed in a small hole in the cellar by his parents to escape. However, when the little boy came out, the people in the village were all dead..."

Zhao Yun's face remained unchanged, but his heart was touched. He looked at Yang Wu and knew that this little boy was Yang Wu. He had heard that Yang Wu was not born well. When he was young, his parents were killed by foreigners of the Han family.

"I have always had a dream. I hope that I can go to him one day." Speaking of this, Yang Wu looked at the statue of Longteng in front of him: "I dream that one day, I will reach the top, defeat the Han family with one force, kill people and drink blood; I dream that one day, I will hold my sword and ride a horse, rush my army north, and use the heads of the Han family to cast the Beijing officials to pay tribute to the spirit of the clan in heaven. So I volunteered to guard here and came to Longcheng. Unfortunately, I am not as good as him..."

Speaking of this, Yang Wu's tone suddenly became lonely. Zhao Yun stood beside Yang Wu. At this moment, he felt that Yang Wu seemed to be several years old, like an old man in his twilight years. He could not fully understand Yang Wu's feelings because he had never experienced it, but he could understand that this kind of blood feud of genocide, looking at his enemies in front of him, was powerless. This is a kind of helplessness and a great compassion.

"Zilong." Yang Wu suddenly turned his head to look at Zhao Yun.

"The last general is here." Zhao Yun hurriedly bowed to Yang Wu.

"If one day I die, you bury my bones on the hill next to Longcheng. I want to see, one day when the Han Dynasty collapses and the mountains and rivers are stained with blood."

Yang Wu looked at Zhao Yun with a smile on his somewhat old face. Zhao Yun really felt sad. Looking at Yang Wu's dark eyes, he carefully clasped his fists.

"Don't worry, General, Zhao Yun will definitely use the heads of the Han clan to cast the Beijing officials in front of the general's tomb in the future."

"Haha, OK, OK, I'll wait for that day..."

Yang Wu laughed in an instant, as if he had heard some happy words, almost a little crazy. When he laughed to the end, his tears burst out. Zhao Yun felt a little sad. He had been following Yang Wu for more than three years and understood Yang Wu's character. This was a veteran and an arrogant person, but today he said this and almost explained his last words to him.

The two of them stood in front of Long Teng's statue, and it took Yang Wu a long time to stop laughing.

"Da da...da da..."

At this moment, a rapid sound of horse hooves sounded from behind, and then a soldier in black armor turned over and dismounted and ran towards him.

"Reported to General Qi, there was a change outside the city, and a large number of traces of the Han army were found."

The soldier came to kneel in front of Yang Wu on one knee.

"Han Army!"

Zhao Yun's face changed slightly, and Yang Wu's face was also the same, but more of the murderous intent in his eyes were overwhelming.

"Go to the city tower!"

Half an hour later, Longcheng, on the city tower, there were silhouettes and battle flags. Zhao Yun followed Yang Wu in silver-white armor. Looking to the north of the city tower, he saw a white camp tent like a yurt standing in his sight. It was a flat land, far away from here, and the scene there could be vaguely seen. Based on experience, this was an army, and there were quite a few.

"When did it happen?"

Yang Wu frowned and asked a general next to him.

“One hour ago”

"Are there any other discoveries?"

"According to the spies just sent, this army is undoubtedly the Han army, but it seems to be a vanguard force, with a number of about 10,000 people. There seems to be another army behind it. The specific one is not clear. The spy has not come back yet?" the general replied.

"How long has the spy been out?" Zhao Yun looked at the general in his mouth.

"It's been almost four hours."

"It's probably not going back in four hours." Zhao Yun said, the general's face changed slightly, but Yang Wu's eyes were looking into the distance.

"What is Han doing? Are you going to invade?" Another general next to him spoke, his face a little unfair.

"During this period, the Han army has frequently moved in this area. This battle is inevitable, probably today." Zhao Yun said. In fact, a few days ago, they had discovered some signs. Han's small army frequently appeared in this area, as if they were spying on the truth...

"General, Han's family has been dormant for a hundred years. This time, we must be prepared for this battle. We may..." A general looked at Yang Wu and was worried.

"Behind us is our tribe members." Yang Wu turned his head and looked at the general: "Remember, people are there! The city is there!"

"yes!"

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boom!

In the evening, accompanied by a loud bang, a large red light spread out from the sky north of Longcheng. The Han army came, and some strong men forced themselves to knock on the gate.

"Dong!"

The sky and the earth were shaking violently, as if the sky and the earth were shaking. A big hand slapped at Longcheng, like the hand of heaven, covering the sky and the sun. It seemed that the stars in the sky were about to be picked off by the palm of the hand and turned into hundreds of feet. With a loud bang, a mountain collapsed, and the mountain exploded directly from the part above the middle and was rubbed by the huge palm.

"Oh my God! This is a powerful man of martial arts and magical powers."

On the city tower of Longcheng, countless Liang soldiers crawled on the ground at this moment. The big palm had not yet fallen, but the terrifying pressure had already come to the sky and the earth, as if a hundred thousand mountains were pressing down, and countless people crawled on the ground, their mouths and noses were bleeding. They felt that their bodies were about to crack at this moment. The entire Longcheng seemed to be shaking at this moment and was about to collapse at this moment.

This is an invincible power, just a palm, but it is powerful. The entire Dragon City seems to be shaking. Countless Liang soldiers are desperate at this moment. They know that this is a character at the level of martial arts magic. The characters at that level make people despair. Yang Wu, the strongest among them, is only half a step in martial arts magic, but the difference between heaven and earth is the difference between heaven and earth from martial arts magic, which makes people despair.

"die"

A cold voice resounded over the Dragon City, like a supreme existence verdicting them. They saw that in the distant void, a vague figure appeared faintly. He stood in the void, far away from here. This was the one who took action, the supreme existence in the Han army......

"war!"

On the Longcheng City Tower, Yang Wu roared to the sky, and a powerful aura burst out from his body. The helmet on his head was lifted out, and his head was covered with white hair, like a god of war. The golden spear in his hand also hit the big hand that was shot in the sky in an instant, turning into nearly a hundred feet, hitting the big hand that was slapped in the sky.
Chapter completed!