C569 In the End Her Body Was Torn apart

The ending of the story is both reasonable and unexpected.

Jian Xiuheng was no longer bound by the country. When he started a war, he was even fiercer and crazier than Jian Yuheng, an old general who had been immersed in the army for many years. Every time he fought, he would use his life to fight. Every time he was seriously injured, it could directly take his life. However, after lying down for a few days, he could still stand up and continue fighting. His body would definitely collapse. But even if it collapsed, the heavens still did not take his life.

Jian Yuheng could not defeat Jian Xiuheng who did not care about his life, but Jian Yuheng knew what Jian Xiuheng's weakness was.

If the previous Jian Xiuheng still had the Dayong protecting him, then now he only had Xu, the one-armed man who had been silently following behind him.

Jian Yuheng saw Xu, and saw his empty right arm. She knew that he was Jian Xiuheng's shadow guard. When she ambushed them, his right arm was cut off by her own hands.

And if she could cut off his right arm, she could also cut off his neck and cut off his head.

In the end, he was still the biological brother and sister of the same mother. One wanted to protect him, and the other wanted to kill him. But there was no doubt that they all knew what Xu meant to Jian Xiuheng.

Jian Yuheng had planned to lure him away, and then use Jian Xiuheng as a disguise to lure Xu out. Xu, who had lost his arm, didn't even have time to resist before he was caught.

Next was the cliché plot. Jian Yuheng used Xu to threaten Jian Xiuheng to withdraw his troops. The crazy Jian Xiuheng did not listen at all. He simply led his troops and charged straight into the Imperial City.

When the troops arrived at the city wall, Xu was hung on the city wall by a rope, hanging on Jian Xiuheng's head.

On the city wall were soldiers who had been on guard for a long time. Every one of them had bows and stones in their hands. As long as Jian Xiuheng made any unusual movements, they could shoot him into a sieve and smash him into meat paste.

In front of Jian Xiuheng was Great Martial, and behind him was Great Chu. As long as his actions were slightly inconsistent with the intentions of both sides, they could raise their swords and chop off his head at any time.

It was still because Great Chu was too short for him to arrive. It was so short that he didn't even have time to build his personal army. The so-called leading army was merely a person who worked hard for others.

Jian Xiuheng could go crazy, but he couldn't let Xu go crazy with him.

He looked at the unconscious Xu on the city wall and hesitated.

Jian Yuheng was like a lion that had just returned from a victory. She stood on the city wall and looked down at him, persuading him to surrender.

Surrender to her? How was that possible? Jian Xiuheng looked at the face that was similar to his and smiled.

The person he hated the most in his life was Jian Yuheng. Surrendering to her was never possible.

With the arrow on the bow, Jian Xiuheng had no other choice but to fight.

But he still miscalculated a little. He could risk his life to fight Jian Yuheng, but the soldiers of the Great Chu could not risk their lives to attack the city. They had no reason to fight with their lives on the line for a strange man.

Furthermore, this man called Jian Xiuheng was the ruler of the Dayong. He was not of my race, so his heart must be different. No one knew what he was planning in his heart.

Jian Xiuheng was the only one who was fighting with his own army.

The sun was high up in the sky. Xu was hung on the city wall as he watched the armored man charge up the city wall step by step with his sword in hand.

Jian Yuheng deliberately let him enter the city just to catch a turtle in a jar. Jian Xiuheng was so smart, he definitely knew what she was planning. But he still pushed away so many people without hesitation and came in front of him. He personally untied the rope for him and held him in his arms. He said to him, "Let's go home."

The two of them were locked up in the dungeon, just like when Jian Xiuheng imprisoned Jian Yuheng. However, they did not have any subordinates to save them and could only wait for death.

Perhaps they were still thinking of a little kinship, but Jian Yuheng did not immediately sentence them to death. They struggled to survive until winter.

Until one day, when the survivors of Dayong rebelled, the Imperial Emperor covered Jian Xiuheng's head and brought him to the execution ground in order to deter the rebels.

Five horses pulled his and Xu's heads and limbs respectively, and galloped wildly.

When his arms were torn off by the horses, blood spurted out and covered his face. It fell into the snow like plum blossoms.