"The sea is full of rivers and is tolerant. Your Highness probably won't understand. But Your Majesty can let the people who have lived until now after the death of the late emperor. You may not let those who have fought with you see the sun on the next day. Even your own blood brothers can't tolerate the whole world. What can you do tolerate the whole world? By the way, Your Highness will die and seek death. With the previous accident of the deposed prince and the King of Qin, people in the palace cannot make such a mistake..." Lin Han did not look back, but seemed to have known the thoughts in King Zhao's mind early in the morning.

The calmness of the waiting is just a sign before the storm. Sometimes King Zhao is indeed pitiful. A prince who cannot even control life and death may be a kind of relief... "I hate you so much, I hate you so much..." King Zhao was like a child who broke his beloved toy with his own hands and swayed his limbs and shouting loudly, no one knows what King Zhao hated, maybe he could not count the things that King Zhao needed to hate in his life.

"Lin Han, do you know what the hell is hating?"

When Lin Han walked to the entrance of the garden, King Zhao seemed to have regained his rationality and said to Lin Han with a little pride... "I don't know, I'm not interested..." Lin Han suppressed the idea of ​​turning his head and responded coldly. He knew that he would not have to sleep peacefully in the past few days. No matter what expression the person who cried and laughed, his face would probably not be much different from that of a ghost in the end... "Lin Han, how about the lonely ruining the Lin Mansion?"

King Zhao ignored Lin Han's answer that made him angry, and said to Lin Han seriously in his tone, as if asking for Lin Han's meaning... "Your Highness wants to say the letter Lin Zhuo wrote to His Highness?

If Your Highness is still worried about it tomorrow, I don’t mind. Your Highness is still the original Your Highness, but Your Highness is no longer the one you are familiar with... The court has always been a game for smart people, and Your Highness is not a smart person..." Lin Han gave his answer firmly. Unlike the people in the world, he hoped that Zhao Hong would have his own choices and ideas. He believed that Zhao Hong would not disappoint him... Even if Lin Zhuo did not write a letter to King Zhao, if Zhao Hong wanted to clear the Lin Mansion, no one could keep it. Similarly, if Zhao Hong himself did not want to, even if King Zhao brought this letter in front of Zhao Hong, it would not be a problem for the Lin Mansion.

"..." King Zhao was speechless, as if his entire spine was pulled out of his body little by little by little by little, and he collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud, watching the man leave... No one could make him so desperate, even his father, the man who had always been very arrogant in his impression, but the back in his sight, this man named Lin Han, made him truly understand what despair is. Is this the price of those who stand on Lin Han's enemy side... It turns out that it is not ordinary heavy... "If Your Highness Zhao wants to go to the top of the city, please call him, but if it is in the meantime, he will tell him to go,

What accident happened, what will happen, and what will happen if you think you should know..." Lin Han walked to the garden door and said to the empty air... "Hui Jue..." A low voice without any waves sounded in Lin Han's ears, and then disappeared without a trace... At this moment, there was still fighting outside Chang'an City. In the dark, the Hu people could not see things, but the soldiers of Daning were surprised to find that they could still see things clearly, and were even more excited. When the murderous intention was together, it was not so easy to put them away. There was never sympathy or mercy on the battlefield. There was no good or bad people, only living people and dead people.

Although Lin Han’s plan is indeed very risky, it has to be said that when he kills the madness, morale will rise and fall, and these risks are completely abandoned by the defenders of Chang'an City.

The war continued, or the killing continued. Originally, the Hu people were no match for the Chang'an defenders who were bound by their legs, let alone a Chang'an City defenders who were untied and killed crazy.

Perhaps there is nothing more intoxicating on the battlefield than chasing the head. The Khan of the Wolf tribe who fled to a safe position with one-third of the Hu people could see clearly what happened through the moonlight. At this moment, his eyes were blood red like a wounded beast, and no one would doubt his aggressiveness at this moment.

The army of more than 100,000 lost the winner without deciding the outcome. What good hopes, a bright future, on this full moon night, it turned into a moon in the mirror. If he had been before, he would have rushed back long ago, but now the only reason in his heart has pressed him firmly in place. If the tens of thousands of people behind him are gone, then everything is gone and the Hu people will be finished... If someone told him that living a life of silence can give the Hu people a bright future, he will definitely draw his sword and fight to the death with the other party. But now, he is willing to endure humiliation. What he carries on his shoulders is not only the wishes of the living and the expectations of the dead, but he carries the fate of the entire Hu people.

He only knows one thing. As long as he is alive, only living can there be a future to talk about. Now he can only try his best to keep him and the people behind him alive... "Mr. Zhu sent someone to notify the Khan. In another half an hour, we can counterattack..." The Hu people who were following Agula also looked at the tragedy in front of him with bloody eyes and said with a tremolo... "You said, is there still a chance for Ben Khan to take you out of the Central Plains and head north?"

Agula's voice was full of three points of unwillingness and bitterness, but a voice in his mind told him that the best choice now is not to pay for the blood debt, but to leave this place of uncontrollable right and wrong. Even after this voice appeared, the words that popped up in his mind were too late.

"Sweat, the blood debt should be paid for in blood..." The subordinates following Agula were full of determination, as if they were very strange and puzzled by Agula's words, and even a little angry... "Is it really worth fighting for the last blood of my grassland people for hatred?

What else do we have after revenge?

The Han people are not trustworthy...Which King Zhao and Mr. Zhu are really trustworthy?"

Agula's words were both asking the people under his command and as if he was asking himself. He finally began to think about the meaning of this battle to the Hu people, but the result was meaningless. When this conclusion appeared in his mind, his heart was full of holes twitched... "The blood debt should be paid for with blood!"

Waiting for Agula's answer, he was still determined and crazy... At this moment, Agula had even seen their ending. Victory and failure would only arise between the Daning people, and they would have nothing! And he also knew that if he really stopped himself, the ending would not change at all. Now what was placed in front of him was not a choice road, but a illusory dream of deceiving himself... He was powerless to change anything...or when he put himself and the tribe behind him in this situation, he was powerless to change anything.

...The killing continued, but behind the fleeing Hu people, a threat that could not be hidden no matter what, gradually spread across the entire battlefield. The crazy-killing defenders of Chang'an City finally calmed down. Some soldiers and soldiers began to gather their subordinates. Although there has not been any orders issued yet, their intuition made these people who had been struggling on the battlefield for most of their lives make the most correct choice at the first time.

The awakened soldiers also came to their senses at this time, and they actually chased for more than 30 miles... In addition to that unreality, they were more afraid of emptiness.

At this moment, the generals in charge of command of the Sixteen Guards also looked a lot more serious. If even ordinary soldiers could feel something, they would not know which battlefield they died on... "Damn, it was indeed a mastermind. There were really beasts who were scattered..." The general of the Right Guard wiped the blood on his face and spat with blood, and said to his colleagues beside him who were also stained with red armor with blood.

"Have the scout found the other party's identity..." The general of Zuo Wuwei's guard also looked bad, but he was still on the verge of the head. The current situation is not in front of the village or the store. It is definitely not a good thing to have an unknown opponent at this time...
Chapter completed!