Looking at the flame
On the continent where the flames of war are raging, the situation in Liyue has been tottering. Zhang Hejun, like a raging tide, rolled towards Wangshu Inn, aiming at the remnant army of Liyue who was holed up here. Among this remnant army, a soldier named Xiao is preparing for this cruel battle with the determination to die.
Wangshu Inn, a building standing in the mountains, used to be a harbor for travelers to rest, but now it has become the frontier of war. Standing on the roof of the inn, Xiao Yan looked coldly at the billowing smoke in the distance. He knew that Zhang Hejun was coming. His hand unconsciously clenched the long knife around his waist. The knife had accompanied him through countless battles of life and death, and the gap on the knife was his medal of fighting.
"Brothers, get ready! Today is the last moment for us to fight for the moon! " Nitrate's voice is deep and powerful, echoing among the soldiers of the remnant army. Although these soldiers are ragged and tired, their eyes are firm. They are the guardians of the moon, and they will never back down even when they are in a desperate situation.
Zhang Hejun's vanguard troops soon arrived at Wangshu Inn. Headed by the general riding a burly horse, with a wave of his pike, the soldiers rushed towards the inn like hungry wolves. When Nitrate saw this, he shouted and jumped off the roof first, like a black lightning, heading straight for the enemy. His long knife was waving, and it was so powerful that every time it was waved, it was accompanied by the screams and blood splashes of the enemy.
"kill!" The remnants of the army in Liyue also rushed up and launched a fierce melee with Zhang Hejun. In the courtyard of the inn, there was a sudden sword and shadow, shouting and killing. Nitrate rushed left and right in the enemy group, and his knife method was extremely sharp, and the enemy fell in front of him. However, Zhang Hejun has a large number of people, like the tide, coming in waves after waves.
As the fighting continued, the casualties of the remnant army in Liyue became more and more serious. Nitrate was also injured in many places, and his clothes were dyed red with blood, but he was oblivious and still fighting crazily. His eyes were burning with anger and unwillingness. He was not willing to fall like this and his comrades died like this.
"Brothers, we can't retreat! For the glory of the moon! " Nitrate shouted loudly, inspiring his comrades around him. His voice, especially clear in the chaotic battlefield, gave great encouragement to the disabled soldiers.
Zhang Hejun's commander was angry when he saw that he could not attack for a long time, and personally led the elite troops to join the battle. His pike, like a poisonous snake, stabbed at nitrate. Nitrate sideways a flash, to avoid the fatal blow, and then backhand a knife, cut to the Lord. The Lord quickly resisted with a pike, and there was a loud bang and sparks flew everywhere.
The two men fought for dozens of rounds. Nitrate is brave, but after all, he has been injured in many places and his physical strength is gradually exhausted. The Lord saw his flaw, and the pike suddenly stabbed out and took the nitrate directly in the chest. Nitrate couldn't escape, was stabbed by a pike, and the whole person flew back.
"Nitrate!" The remnant soldiers saw this scene and exclaimed in succession.
Nitrate lay on the ground, and blood gushed from his mouth. He looked at the sky, and there was a trace of attachment in his eyes. He remembered the beautiful scenery of the moon and the comrades who had laughed and fought with him. He knew that his life was coming to an end.
"I ... can't ... fall down ..." Nitrate used up its last strength and struggled to stand up. He raised his long knife and rushed at the enemy. His figure is particularly tragic in the afterglow of the sunset.
When the Lord saw this, he once again brandished a spear at Nitrate. This time, nitrate didn't escape. He rushed up against the pike and blocked the fatal blow with his chest. At the same time, the long knife in his hand was also severely cut on the neck of the Lord.
The Lord's eyes widened and an incredible expression appeared on his face, and then he slowly fell down. Nitrate also fell down, and his hand was still tightly holding the long knife.
The remnant soldiers of Liyue saw the death of Nitrate, and their hearts were filled with grief and indignation. Desperately, they rushed towards the enemy and launched a final desperate struggle with Zhang Hejun. In the end, all the remnants of Wangshu Inn died in battle, but they left a tragic chapter for Liyue's resistance with their own lives.
Zhang Hejun occupied the Wangshu Inn, but they looked at the bodies all over the ground, and they couldn't help but feel awe at the stubborn resistance of these remnants of the moon. And the story of "Nitrate" has also spread in this land, becoming the eternal the legend of heroes in the hearts of the people of Liyue.