呼——冷风又灌进袍子缝里，聂骄阳把脑袋缩得更深了些。砂石刮在脸上像小刀子，他硬着头皮又睁开眼，就看见城墙下又爆起一团火，烧得人脸生疼。喊杀声带着哭腔，杂七杂八的，听得人心里发毛。“骄阳，再忍忍，就快熬出头了！”一个沙哑的声音在他心里吼。

聂骄阳舔了舔干裂的嘴唇，喉咙里像堵了块烤焦的馒头。他这是在哪儿？ memory like a fractured mirror, pieces scattered and unclear. The last thing he remembered was the clatter of swords and the whistling of arrows at the age of sixteen. After that, it was like being sucked into a dark hole, and now he had woken up on this desolate city wall.

He looked at the roasted face in the mirror of the city wall and saw a young man, fierce and fierce, his eyes like wolves. He had been tempered by this chaotic world, his heart hard as iron, his hands like steel.

"报告将军，敌军又发起冲锋了！"一名士兵气喘吁吁地跑到聂骄阳面前，声音像被砂纸磨过。

聂骄阳眉头紧锁，冷声道：“传我命令，让士兵们做好战斗准备！”

“是！”士兵飞身退下。

聂骄阳站在城墙上，目光如炬，扫视着城下的敌军。他的心跳得像战鼓一样，每一拍都敲在他的心脏上。他知道，这是他一生中最重要的时刻，他必须在这次战斗中证明自己。

"聂骄阳，你敢不敢下来与我决战？"一声娇喝在城下响起，一个身着红衣的女子宛若战神，立于敌军阵前。

聂骄阳嘴角露出一丝冷笑，他是何等人物，岂会是这女子一个能敌的？