Harue Kagetsu: Chapter 166

The anger and hatred that had accumulated for a long time, as the city wall collapsed, burning like a fire that could not be contained.

The soldiers rushed in through the opening of the collapsed city wall.

In the face of the force that burst out like lava and devoured everything, the rebel team in the city, which had gathered together only by greed and delusion, quickly collapsed. The rebel soldiers rushed towards the nearest city gate, trying to escape.

The ambush soldiers who had already been set up to intercept them outside the four gates, encircled the front and back, ruthlessly strangled, and the sound of cries resounded throughout the city, echoing in every corner of Jiankang City.

As soon as the situation was under control, Gao Yin immediately sent an army to the pit to help save people. On his side, he ordered people to hold the city gate firmly and not let anyone escape, especially Murong Ti.

Gao Yin had never encountered an opponent as cunning as Murong Wei who would escape whenever he had a chance. This time, no matter what, the evil must be eliminated, and he must not be allowed to escape again.

A group of soldiers suddenly came, and Dao Fang discovered the trace of Murong Ti. He rode alone, as if heading for the pit.

"How come you can't stop you when you ride alone?" Gao Yin asked sharply.

"He is coerced by the Queen Mother!"

Gao Yin was startled and immediately chased after him.

…

The pit had already been controlled by Li Mu.

The rebels died and fled, and the rest saw that things were not good. They dropped their weapons and knelt down. In order to survive, they turned around and tried their best to dig up the soil they had just buried, and pulled the people in the pit up.

Li Mu also led people and rescued the people who were trapped the most.

The soldiers who came with him had already made preparations before, but only at this moment, when they witnessed the scene here, did they realize the miserable situation, which was far more shocking than all previous imaginations.

After being planted in the soil for many days, when they finally came out, no matter their original status or status, one by one, they all fell to the ground.

Using "wolverine" is no longer enough to describe what they look like at the moment.

Exhausted and dying. Their bodies were covered in mud, their skin was festering, and there were ants and ants crawling between their clothes. Although the weather has turned cold, the whole person still exudes a strong stench.

Nobody cares about that anymore.

After they came out of the pit, the first and only thing was to open their mouths, gasp for breath, and feel the pleasure of finally being able to breathe smoothly.

Someone started crying.

The cry was weak and weak at first, like a thin spider silk floating in the wind that could be broken at any time. But soon, the cries became louder and could be heard everywhere. It was not sadness, but cries of ecstasy mixed with fear, happiness and the rest of the life.

"Feng Xiang is here!"

Among the cries one after another, suddenly, a soldier shouted loudly.

Li Mu ran quickly, and together with the soldiers, quickly pulled Feng Wei out of the pit and pulled it out.

Feng Wei was already weak, his body was covered with mud and dirt, and he was very embarrassed. He also held his breath. After a while of rescuing, he said, "Ah—" and slowly opened his eyes, his expression still dazed. When he saw Li Mu in front of him, he suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes radiated ecstasy, his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, his eyes suddenly rolled and he fainted again.

"Liu Shizhong!"

shouted another soldier.

Nearby, a man with disheveled hair still buried in the soil shook his exposed arm, beckoning for help.

This person is Liu Hui.

He was buried in the ground to his chest for a while. Fortunately, those rebel soldiers just filled the soil down, and didn't have time to compact it. But even so, he has also turned purple.

Like a fish trapped in a dry swamp, he tried to breathe with his cracked and bleeding mouth open. But the pressure from his chest stopped his efforts.

Several soldiers rushed over, trying to dig him out of the soil. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, they stopped abruptly, looked at each other, turned to look at Li Mu, and looked a little uneasy, as if waiting. his instructions.

Liu Hui could no longer breathe smoothly. He felt as if his chest was bound by the iron hoop, and he couldn't breathe. He was in so much pain that he wanted to beg the man in front of him for mercy, but he couldn't say a word.

The only thing he could do was look at Li Mu with his two eyes, full of earnestness and prayer.

Li Mu frowned slightly and nodded to the two soldiers.

The soldiers knew that Liu Hui had fought against Li Mu in every possible way in the imperial court, and that he was hostile to Li Mu, so they did not dare to make decisions without authorization. With his permission, they immediately joined forces to pull the man out of the soil.

Liu Hui was paralyzed in the mud pile, breathing desperately with his mouth open, and when he gradually calmed down, he was helped to sit up, his eyes were still straight, and he was shivering.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise behind him.

Li Mu turned his head. A knight appeared in sight.

Murong was wearing silver armor and white clothes, waving a long-toothed lance with one hand, extremely fierce, the cold light passed, blood-colored, split a path from the blocking crowd, and galloped away towards Li Mu.

The soldiers shouted loudly, and quickly moved the stalls to block his way.

He fell with Gao Yongrong on horseback, and without waiting for the soldiers to approach, he immediately turned over, grabbed Gao Yongrong, and stood in front of him. Difficult to move.

The soldiers looked crazy when they saw him, and they had the queen mother in their hands. They didn't dare to approach for a while. They just gathered layer by layer and completely surrounded him in a circle.

The white clothes on Murong Wei's body were already stained with blood, and his eyes were all red.

He looked around, pinched the long lance in his hand, his eyes were cloudy, and he stared at Li Mu in front of him. He didn't say a word, just pushed Gao Yongrong and continued to move forward.

Gao Yongrong's face was pale, and he was held by Murong, like a puppet, stumbling forward and moving forward.

The soldiers did not disperse. Just following Murong Tei's advance, he slowly backed away, looking back at Li Mu, waiting for his order.

Li Mu's gaze passed through the moving head in the middle, and fell on Murong Ti's blood-stained face.

"Murong, what kind of man are you with a girl as your protection! Let go of her!"

Gao Yin finally arrived, galloped his horse to the front, turned over and dismounted, stood in front of Murong Ti, and shouted sharply.

Murong didn't seem to hear it.

He continued to push Gao Yongrong forward, stared at Li Mu, and walked towards him step by step.

"Get out of the way. Let him come."

Li Mu suddenly said.

Gao Yin quickly turned back and glanced at him.

His expression was calm.

Gao Yin hesitated, glanced at Gao Yongrong, who was being held by Murong, and finally took a step to the side.

The soldiers followed suit, and hula-la retreated to both sides to make way.

Murong pushed Gao Yongrong away without even looking at her, and continued walking towards Li Mu.

Gao Yongrong was thrown to the ground and lay there, motionless.

Gao Yin hurriedly stepped forward to check, seeing that her eyes were tightly closed, she was obviously extremely weak, and had fainted, and hurriedly called someone to send her for treatment.

…

Murong threw away the long lance in his hand, walked step by step to Li Mu, and finally stopped.

There was no crying around, and even the moaning had completely disappeared.

The pit of thousands of people is like the chaos at the beginning of Hongmeng, and it is silent.

A gust of wind swept through the little red tassel on the helmet on Murong Ting's head, and the red tassel fluttered like blood and fire.

He stared at Li Mu's bloodshot eyes, and the same was true, as if it were about to drip red.

Li Mu glanced at his arm that had been abolished by him, and said, "Even if I only use one arm, you are not my opponent. Besides, you may not have the opportunity to walk in front of me."

The corner of Murong's eyes jumped: "So what? Could it be that because of this, I won't take revenge?"

He seemed to be smiling, the blood on his face couldn't hide the grace of his face.

"In this world, I, Murong, must die for all the enemies. Damn, they are all dead. You are no exception."

"As long as there is a breath left, I will take revenge."

He suddenly let out a whistling to the sky, looking like a madman, then pulled out his sword and ran towards Li Mu, his pace getting faster and faster, his toes landed, and he stepped out one **** mark after another.

All the way crazy, and revealing a bit of strange determination and tragic.

The distance between the two is getting closer.

Li Mu didn't move, his eyes slowly lifted from the long sword in Murongwei's hand and fell behind him.

An arrow had been fired from behind Murong Ti, hissing.

In the blink of an eye, the arrow that shot out caught up, pierced through the armor, and pierced deeply into his back.

Murong paused for a moment before continuing on.

The arrow was sent by Gao Yin.

Murong must die. Quick decision.

He didn't want any more accidents.

Gao Yin sent out the first arrow, then retracted the bow, and the bowman took over.

With an order, dozens of sharp arrows continued to shoot towards Murong from the left, right and rear.

In the blink of an eye, his body was full of sharp arrows one after another.

Columns of blood flowed continuously from his shoulders and back along his body.

The corners of his mouth also gushed blood, his pace became slower and slower, his body swayed, but he never looked back, gritted his teeth, staggered, and continued to move forward, and finally, he stepped in front of Li Mu and raised the The bleeding hand was about to stab Li Mu, but his body shook again.

With a bang, the sword fell to the ground.

He fell to the ground with his whole body, struggled for a while, and finally turned over, letting the arrows nailed to his back pierce his chest one by one.

Murong turned his back to the sky, opened his eyes, stared at Li Mu, and said word by word: "God treats me, how unfair! It is God who wants to kill me, not you Li Mu. Remember..."

Li Mu said coldly: "Murong, it's okay to take revenge, but if you don't use any means, or even become mad, even if people don't accept it, the sky will accept it. What you said is very true. Today, it is God who wants you. How many people are because of what you said. Your revenge, your family is ruined? You say that God treats you unfairly. How can you be fair to those who died because of you?"

After he finished speaking, he walked away.

Murong Wei kept bleeding from his mouth, but he smiled to himself: "How can this person be fair in this world? Have you ever seen tigers, wolves, deer and sheep walking together in the forest? It is the strong prey to the weak, the king and the loser..."

He coughed, his voice excruciatingly painful.

Li Mu didn't look back as if he hadn't heard it.

Murong Ting lay on the ground alone, looking at a floating cloud in the sky that was gradually drifting in the shape of the wind, his eyes gradually became slack, as if talking to himself, intermittently, and muttered: "In this lifetime, since my tenth After I was three years old, I was dead..."

"...The only day when I felt like I was still alive was in Yicheng. That day, the weather was sweltering, you took a nap, I sat on the ground, and secretly fanned the wind for you..."

A smile slowly appeared on his lips.

Li Mu had already gone out for more than ten steps, suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at Murong Ti on the ground, a shadow passed through his eyes.

"I am the emperor, but I still have no peace. Sometimes I often think that if you were cruel and killed me on the spot in that wilderness, then I would never have the toss and pains that followed. It's a pity, you were still soft-hearted and didn't kill me..."

"I could have let the whole Jiankang be buried with me. But I didn't. Because at that time, I promised you that if you didn't like me slaughtering the city, I wouldn't slaughter it... Luoyang has broken my promise. This time, I Be sure to remember the promise to you and kill as few people as possible..."

Li Mu's hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, his five fingers slowly tightened, and he walked back step by step. Under the gazes of countless pairs of puzzled eyes in the distance, a sword pierced into Murong for 's chest.

The hilt of the sword pierced through the heart and penetrated deep into the ground.

Murong Ti's voice stopped abruptly. The smile that solidified on his lips became more and more obvious.

Li Mu looked indifferent, pulled out the blood-stained sword, and turned away again.