Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort

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Zhao Hu had already left the Austrian city with the blood guards a few days ago, and lay in ambush on the enemy's only way, but he did not sneak attack the enemy, but waited for Mo Wenchen's order.

At dawn, they saw the signal flares in the sky, and led the army to attack the enemy's barracks directly.

There are cold words in the front, and Zhao Hu in the back.

Su Shichang, who was still asleep, suddenly stood up from the bed when he heard the sound of the emergency horn, his face was a little dazed, and then a soldier rushed in: "Commander, the enemy is attacking."

Su Shichang, who was planning to have a truce today, heard these words, and the veins on his forehead popped up: "Damn Mo Wenchen, you dare to sneak attack on this old man, come and prepare your horse."

While putting on the battle armor indiscriminately, he rushed out with a spear in his hand.

He was going to personally step forward to fight Mo Wenchen to the death.

He didn't believe that Mo Wenchen would try to kill him. He had to know that Su Qiqi was his daughter, and he shouldn't kill all of them if he didn't look at the monk's face but the Buddha's face.

When we left the main camp, we saw chaos in front of us. Most of the food and grass had been burned by the fire. The enemy was everywhere, and our own army was also running around. There was no order at all, but the enemy led us by the nose.

"Beat the drum." Su Shichang immediately shouted.

He must rectify the army, otherwise he will die miserably.

When he saw the cold words of the leader, but Mo Wenchen was nowhere to be seen, Su Shichang became even angrier. This person didn't take himself seriously at all, and he actually just sent his men to deal with him.

Feeling angry for a moment, he flattered his horse and rushed straight up.

The goal is to command the cold words of the Shadow Guards forward.

Leng Yan was calm and composed, and there was nothing unusual. He had already seen Su Shichang coming on a flying horse with cold eyes, but he didn't take him seriously.

In terms of martial arts, Mo Wenchen is only half a point away from cold words, and in terms of strategy, he is not inferior to Su Shichang.

Therefore, his face is full of confidence, because he is confident that he can take down Su Shichang's two hundred thousand troops today and add some reserve forces to Aocheng.

The horse ran into the enemy's camp on a rampage.

Everyone in the shadow guard did not move, because they were waiting for Leng Yan to deal with Su Shichang.

Su Shichang was a middle-aged man, but he was strong and strong. He swung a spear and stabbed Leng Yan on the head.

The seemingly random stab actually contained real kung fu. If this stab could not be resolved well, it would either kill or injure him.

Although the spear came straight down, Su Shichang used his internal force to control the force, which was just right, impartial, and followed him like a shadow.

Even if he dodges coldly, the spear will follow immediately.

But he didn't hide his cold words, he and Mo Wenchen had been fighting for so long, he could still see through Su Shichang's little trick.

His eyes were like eagles, with a gloomy air in them. Seeing that the spear was about to stab Leng Yan in front of him, he didn't even blink his eyes. Just when the spear was about to hit his forehead, Leng Yan turned his head violently, and then left his hand It moved violently, and the two fingers had already clamped the spear that Su Shichang stabbed like pliers.

He tried again, trying to drag Su Shichang off the horse with two fingers.

But I didn't want to, the opponent didn't respond at all under the force, but the strength on the spear also increased. Su Shichang didn't stab hard, so he increased his strength and prepared to send it forward.

Seeing this, Leng Yan turned sideways, pulled out the tip of the spear in his hand with his fingers, then leaned forward and sent the spear out.

Taking advantage of Leng Yan's gift, Su Shichang jumped up from the horse's back, turned forward again, and stabbed out with another sword.

Today he vowed to kill Leng Yan and give Mo Wenchen a blow.

It's just that he also seems to have misjudged Leng Yan's strength.

The two fought for a long time, and neither could hurt the other.

Zhao Hu, who surrounded him from the rear, had already set fire to the enemy's food and grass, and the blood guards were even more so in the enemy's camp.

Their goal is very simple, that is Su Shichang.

Capture the thief first and capture the king, this is the strategy of using troops.

They still want to take these soldiers for their own use, so of course they can't kill them.

Looking at Leng Yan who was wrestling with Su Shichang from a distance, Zhao Hu squinted his eyes. Although he was simple and straightforward, he was very skilled. He rushed towards one goal, which was to capture Su Shichang, so he rushed over on his horse .

Leng Yan and Su Shichang have a sword and a spear, you come and go, they are evenly divided, and they all stare at each other bitterly.

Not being able to win each other made the two feel unhappy.

"Su Shichang, take your life." Zhao Hu is a simple and straightforward person in Hanhai, and he doesn't like sneak attacks, so before he made a move, he gave a loud shout and came on horseback with a shining long sword in his hand.

The morning sun shone down, but it was cold.

Su Shichang, who was already upset, heard another voice, and his heart sank.

He didn't dare to look back, but dealt with Leng Yan's attack carefully. Although it was difficult to distinguish between the two, Leng Yan was young and energetic after all.

And he, Su Shichang, was middle-aged and was struggling for a long time.

With the addition of Zhao Hu, he knew his end was coming.

My heart was full of desolation.

Desperately attacked Leng Yan.

But seeing Zhao Hu attacking from behind, the cunning cold words stopped fighting Su Shichang, but dodged.

He wants to preserve his own strength and join forces with Zhao Hu to take down this old thing in front of him.

If it wasn't for the fact that he is Su Qiqi's father, Leng Yan would have already launched a murderous plan.

Seeing this, Su Shichang knew that something was wrong, if Leng Yan joined forces with Zhao Hu, he would definitely die.

So he made a false move and prepared to take the road and escape.

But Leng Yan and Zhao Hu didn't give him this chance. Before his horse could turn the blade, Leng Yan had already abandoned the horse and flew over. Injured under both palms.

In order to save his life, Su Shichang turned over on his side and rolled off his horse.

After rolling a few times on the ground, Su Shichang had already held the sword at his waist, ready to fight at any time, and it was not Su Shichang's style to catch him without a fight.

Although he is also afraid of getting into trouble, he will never be a coward on the battlefield.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu also abandoned his horse, flew down, and surrounded Su Shichang with Leng Yan.

"Let's do it." Su Shichang gritted his teeth and stared at the two

People, squeezed out two words from between the teeth.

Leng Yan and Zhao Hu looked at each other, and they attacked together.

Su Shichang dodged Leng Yan's sword and struck Zhao Hu with the long sword in his hand.

But Leng Yan was just a false move, he retracted his sword in the air, and Zhao Hu attacked from the next three sets, making Su Shichang furious.

The sword that had been stabbed halfway was hurriedly retracted, ready to block Zhao Hu's long sword.

But before he could meet Zhao Hu's sword, Leng Yan had already made another move.

Su Shichang was in a hurry for a while.

And the entire barracks had been messed up by the Blood Guards and Shadow Guards. As soon as the drum sounded, the person beating the drums was cut in two by a Blood Guards guard.

Seeing that the general had been besieged, the rest of the soldiers also waited for the result.

They are just forced soldiers and don't like war.

Leng Yan and Zhao Hu only used three tricks to push Su Shichang to a corner.

Seeing that he was defeated, Su Shichang became a little annoyed. He raised the sword in his hand and prepared to commit suicide to make apology. This battle ended like this, and he was ashamed to go back to Dayan Imperial City.

Seeing this, Leng Yan's face froze, and he threw the long sword in Su Shichang's hand fiercely, knocking down the long sword in Su Shichang's hand. Zhao Hu flew forward and threw Su Shichang, who had no weapon, to the ground.

Then the two worked together to tie up Su Shichang.

Take away Su Shichang's commander-in-chief, speak coldly on the high platform, and order the three armies to surrender.

Seeing that the commander had been captured and the commander's seal was in the hands of the enemy, the already flustered army put down their weapons and surrendered.

On the stage, Leng Yan and Zhao Hu looked at each other, they didn't expect this battle to be so smooth.

You must know that the blood guards and shadow guards together only have 50,000 people, and against Su Shichang's 240,000 troops, there are no casualties. This is really the most beautiful battle ever fought.

Mo Wenchen and Xiao Susu, who received the battle report ahead, also found it inconceivable. They thought that Su Shichang would not be so vulnerable, at least the 300,000 troops were trained by Leng Niao himself, how could it be so useless.

"No." Xiao Susu shook his head: "There must be something wrong."

"Well, maybe this army is just a temporary formation." Mo Wenchen also nodded thoughtfully: "It seems that the emperor still has a hand, he must want Su Shichang to die with us."

I just didn't expect that the 300,000 army would be defeated so quickly.

According to Su Shichang's original style of play, if he was willing to pile up an army of 300,000 troops, it would be really hard to say the outcome.

After all, Austria City is not big, and there are not many people.

"Then..." Xiao Susu was silent.

It seems that it is impossible for him and Mo Wenchen to let him go.

This man's ambition is too great. . . . . . .