Chapter 672: Left or Right

The Three Cities of Heyang was a broad designation; they were the most important defensive fortifications connecting the south and north banks of the Yellow River, not far northwest of Luoyang.

However, the Three Cities of Heyang, viewed from their formation process, first had "Beizhong City" constructed on the north bank, then because of Yellow River silt accumulation, a sandbar formed in the middle of the river, and later the Northern Wei built "Heyang Pass" here.

Later still, the ferry crossing on the south bank, because Luoyang had become a war zone, also had a need for defense, so the south bank ferry crossing was also

Ying Ke sat by the bed, staring blankly at his imperial father. Over a month of torment by illness had reduced the originally robust First Emperor to skin and bones, with sunken eye sockets and skin like dried bark, devoid of any vitality. A wave of sorrow rose in Ying Ke's heart, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Wuwei looked at Jianxing on the ground, and a trace of apology flashed through his cold eyes as he said, "I must also bear half the responsibility for Jianxing's matter. It's all my fault for not making things clear at the beginning, sigh..." Wuwei sighed at the end, then seeing that Jianxing seemed to have something to say, he quickly sent a burst of firm Yang Qi flying toward Jianxing.

The Luo River originated beneath the snow mountains beyond the frontier; each year when the ice and snow melted, the river's waters would gradually rise. Flowing from north to south through Longbei, it entered Guanzhong and merged into the Wei River, then joined the great river west of Hangu Pass, making it an important river within the borders of the Qin state.

A soft scoff rang out. "What, are you afraid?" the man asked in a languid tone mixed with the sound of emerging from water, carrying a distinctive rasp.

The King of Chu was reassigned to Changsha Commandery, thoroughly exiled to the south. At the same time, to stabilize Wu Rui and Gong Ao, Wu Rui was enfeoffed as King of Hengshan, holding Hengshan Commandery with his capital at Zhu, and Gong Ao was enfeoffed as King of Linjiang, holding Nan Commandery and Qianzhong Commandery, with his capital at Jiangling.

Satuo turned and walked to Yifan's side. Yifan, already suppressed by Yibu's bizarre power and utterly unable to move, had no capacity to resist and could only let the golden beetle charge into his body.

The stone stele that appeared before Qin Yi's eyes likewise bore three vigorously written characters "Yang God Hall"; the entire stele appeared exceptionally ancient, exuding a desolate aura.

"Boss, let me do it. The aura on my body has a certain suppressing effect on them, and Dragon Flame can also attack over a large area." Suddenly, Long Hun volunteered, brimming with ambition, his words overflowing with powerful battle intent.

But thinking it over again, people act for themselves—those who don't are destroyed by heaven and earth. This Han Yan simply didn't want to die himself.

Hearing that their side was recruiting people to search for Pan Yunlong's brothers, Shen Dahai and a group of young officers who were on good terms in the new recruit camp all signed up one after another. Chang Heng, Zhu Xinyuan, Xiao Sen, and others either were tied up with military affairs or had been wounded on the battlefield and couldn't go; otherwise, they would definitely have come to help too.

Next it was Su Huan's turn to emerge from the rubble; he shook off the dust from his body. After tidying himself up again, he gave a light wave of his hand, and a metal ball flew out from the rubble, finally landing in front of him.

For some reason, she suddenly felt very embarrassed. She had actually been worrying about him—what a pointless gesture. With that thought, she walked toward the outside.

On the plains east of the Sumo River, corpses piled up like mountains. Large numbers of Turkic soldiers fled in panic into the Nan River and the Sumo River; on the water's surface, Turkic people who were shot dead or drowned were countless. At river forks and bends, large quantities of Turkic soldiers' corpses piled up, emitting waves of a stench like dead fish along the riverbanks in summer.

As for human souls, no matter how weak, they represent each independent individual.

Yipin: Brother Feng just sent me a sound transmission from ten li away, saying he'll be back in three days. Why don't you wait a few days at Shushan?

Yi Beisha: Hah, that bastard actually dared to force a kiss on me. Today I'm going to make him give me justice.

At this moment, perhaps a full year had passed without any real combat, but for a cultivator, the sensations of the past would never be forgotten. Especially since Qing Lianyi's current healing methods had already far surpassed that initial simple self-recovery.