Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Standing on the top of the hill, looking at the smoke and dust rising in the distance, and then looking at the red-armored soldiers hidden behind the mountain who have entered combat mode from a rest state, Ling Qingyu shook Yang Zhao's hand and patted his seat. The **** horse stepped back and said: "Go."

Seeing Ling Qingyu retreating to the back of the rock, Yang Zhao put on his helmet. Although the hill is not high, the field of vision is good. At this time, it can be clearly seen that a group of Zhou soldiers who have lost their helmets and armors are fleeing here. And following behind was a large group of Liao soldiers screaming with excitement.

Here are two hills standing opposite each other, forming a valley that is not too narrow. The red-armored knights spread out behind the hills on both sides, and some of them have already bypassed the hills, and only waited for those Liao soldiers to enter the valley and then surrounded.

Yang Zhao rode his horse down to the top of the mountain, holding the silver spear in his hand, standing quietly in the front.

Ling Qingyu retracted behind the rock, looked at Ying Jiu who was sitting against the rock, and asked in a low voice, "Nine, is it okay?"

"Well, it's okay." Ying Jiu bent his leg, and his injured arm naturally pressed against his abdomen. He leaned his head on the rock and said, "Master, I will sleep, and call me when the call is over."

The guard who was sent by Yang Zhao to guard Ling Qingyu next to him brought silk worship and watched Ying Jiu directly closed his eyes and went to sleep. He didn't realize it, it's so cruel, so he could even fall asleep? ! Wait a minute, but there will be a war! War! Buddy!

Luo Ping was almost out of breath when he ran, but he didn't dare to stop. He didn't know where he was running. He just knew that if he didn't run, he would be the same as the two stunners in the village. Half of his head was chopped off. The plasma was splashed directly on the body, still carrying heat.

He didn't want to die. His wife had just married and entered the house. She was drafted and sent to this **** battlefield without the bed warm. He also fought at home, but compared to now, it was just a child's game.

The headless flies followed the man in front of him into the valley, but Luo Ping slowed down a bit. He looked at the red-armored knights standing quietly on both sides. The contempt and coldness in his eyes made him feel cold. These are like statues. The ordinary red knights are obviously Da Zhou soldiers, but the stubborn fighting spirit on them is far beyond the Zhao Jiajun who trained them.

Seeing the soldiers who had lost their armors and panicked and slowly slowed down, Wei Lang waved the gun in his hand, beckoning them to run quickly, seeing those people's eyes in a daze, he whispered: "Quickly Run! Keep running if you don't want to die!"

Being so scared by him, the soldiers speeded up and ran into the valley.

"Run! Run!" Damin chased behind a big guy, and from time to time he stabbed the big guy's **** with the knife in his hand, and laughed at him with a frightened and desperate expression.

The big guy fell when he was about to run into the valley, and Damin's knife was directly pierced into his body, causing him to die without humming. Damin looked at him with regret, and went forward to chase another Zhou Bing who looked stronger. After chasing into the canyon, he saw that Zhou Bing suddenly turned his head, his eyes flushed and roared: "I and you Fight!"

Damin laughed and said, "Yes, this is a bit of a taste, come on!" With a wave of the big knife, he slashed at that week.

With a clang, the broad knife swung by the wind was blocked in mid-air. At the same time, a spear was stretched out silently from the side and passed through his body mercilessly. Only then did Da Min stiff his neck to look. To the side, and then stared at the red knight intently.

With the fall of the body of the Liao soldiers who rushed into the valley first, the tide-like knights roared and rushed out of the valley. At the same time, there were also those who had circled out from the mountain and wrapped the Liao soldiers in a circle. Cavalry on the left and right wings.

Ling Qingyu poked his head out from behind the rock, climbed on the top of the mountain and looked down, watching the Liao soldiers who were chasing by the red circle forming a circle, watching the knight in the black horse, red armor and silver spear easily shuttle through it. The red-armored knights were like the Liao soldiers teasing Zhou Bing just now, and they slaughtered those Liao soldiers who had never returned to their minds and couldn't integrate them into a line like a ****.

Is this war? Human lives are trampled on like spring grass, either you die or I die! After Ling Qingyu sat back on the rock, is human life so worthless in this era? If this is just because Zhao Mingliang and Xiao Sui want to get what they need, the two princes want to win the bargaining chip, the emperor’s majesty is hot-headed, it is the power struggle of these high-ranking people, the war caused by this kind of selfish desire, it is finally If these innocent people fight with the people she knows or even love, what is this kind of war?

Ling Qingyu's body was trembling slightly, and she had been living in peaceful times. Wars only existed in books and movies. Even after arriving here, she had encountered many **** battles over the years, but she had only seen these two battles. I understand a little bit, what is the anger of the emperor, blood flowed thousands of miles, the hunted Dazhou recruits, the besieged Liao army, for those who decide to start the war, are ants-like existence, just a number. However, these numbers are vivid lives!

Her hand was covered with a thick and warm palm, Ying Jiu leaned her head on her shoulders, and the hot breath brought some itching to her ears, her voice was low but with a soothing tone, and she whispered : "Don't be afraid..."

Ling Qingyu was startled, and turned his head to look at him, seeing that he was still closed his eyes, but his palms surrounded her hands in his palms. The eye circles suddenly became hot, and Ling Qingyu couldn't stop thinking of that person, that person who had been dead for almost a year.

Yan San...

As night fell, the corpses of Zhou and Liao soldiers were lying upside down on the plain in front of the valley. The clear brightness of the moonlight made everything hazy, making the smell of blood floating in the air seem to be washed away.

The news from the scouts was not good. The new army evacuated to Jinpoguan was slowed down by the steep mountain roads of Feihuyu. They were basically chased and killed by the Liao army who was chasing after them. What is the situation of the second prince in the main camp?

"Shall we catch up?" Xia Shuzheng asked.

If Zhao Mingliang’s reinforcements came from NSW, Yelvqi should have no time to hunt down those skirmishers, but would retreat to Weizhou to fight against Zhao Mingliang’s army. But Zhao Mingliang's reinforcements did not come. At this time, to help the skirmishers, they might not only face the people of Yelvqi. Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "Brothers need to work hard, let's go to Yangjuan to rest."

Wei Lang and Xia Shuzheng looked at each other, and after giving a ceremony, they went to form their own teams. The Yang family is heading towards Yunzhou, which is farther and farther away from Heishuiguan.

The number of the new army who still escaped was not many, only a few hundred. Yang Zhao gave them the horses of the Liao army, and then asked them to keep up if they could keep up. If they could not keep up, they could flee directly to the mountain. . In the end, there were only a hundred people who followed them to Yangjuan.

Standing on the top of the hill, looking at the smoke and dust rising in the distance, and then looking at the red-armored soldiers hidden behind the mountain who have entered combat mode from a rest state, Ling Qingyu shook Yang Zhao's hand and patted his seat. The **** horse stepped back and said: "Go."

Seeing Ling Qingyu retreating to the back of the rock, Yang Zhao put on his helmet. Although the hill is not high, the field of vision is good. At this time, it can be clearly seen that a group of Zhou soldiers who have lost their helmets and armors are fleeing here. And following behind was a large group of Liao soldiers screaming with excitement.

Here are two hills standing opposite each other, forming a valley that is not too narrow. The red-armored knights spread out behind the hills on both sides, and some of them have already bypassed the hills, and only waited for those Liao soldiers to enter the valley and then surrounded.

Yang Zhao rode his horse down to the top of the mountain, holding the silver spear in his hand, standing quietly in the front.

Ling Qingyu retracted behind the rock, looked at Ying Jiu who was sitting against the rock, and asked in a low voice, "Nine, is it okay?"

"Well, it's okay." Ying Jiu bent his leg, and his injured arm naturally pressed against his abdomen. He leaned his head on the rock and said, "Master, I will sleep, and call me when the call is over."

The guard who was sent by Yang Zhao to guard Ling Qingyu next to him brought silk worship and watched Ying Jiu directly closed his eyes and went to sleep. He didn't realize it, it's so cruel, so he could even fall asleep? ! Wait a minute, but there will be a war! War! Buddy!

Luo Ping was almost out of breath when he ran, but he didn't dare to stop. He didn't know where he was running. He just knew that if he didn't run, he would be the same as the two stunners in the village. Half of his head was chopped off. The plasma was splashed directly on the body, still carrying heat.

He didn't want to die. His wife had just married and entered the house. She was drafted and sent to this **** battlefield without the bed warm. He also fought at home, but compared to now, it was just a child's game.

The headless flies followed the man in front of him into the valley, but Luo Ping slowed down a bit. He looked at the red-armored knights standing quietly on both sides. The contempt and coldness in his eyes made him feel cold. These are like statues. The ordinary red knights are obviously Da Zhou soldiers, but the stubborn fighting spirit on them is far beyond the Zhao Jiajun who trained them.

Seeing the soldiers who had lost their armors and panicked and slowly slowed down, Wei Lang waved the gun in his hand, beckoning them to run quickly, seeing those people's eyes in a daze, he whispered: "Quickly Run! Keep running if you don't want to die!"

Being so scared by him, the soldiers speeded up and ran into the valley.

"Run! Run!" Damin chased behind a big guy, and from time to time he stabbed the big guy's **** with the knife in his hand, and laughed at him with a frightened and desperate expression.

The big guy fell when he was about to run into the valley, and Damin's knife was directly pierced into his body, causing him to die without humming. Damin looked at him with regret, and went forward to chase another Zhou Bing who looked stronger. After chasing into the canyon, he saw that Zhou Bing suddenly turned his head, his eyes flushed and roared: "I and you Fight!"

Damin laughed and said, "Yes, this is a bit of a taste, come on!" With a wave of the big knife, he slashed at that week.

With a clang, the broad knife swung by the wind was blocked in mid-air. At the same time, a spear was stretched out silently from the side and passed through his body mercilessly. Only then did Da Min stiff his neck to look. To the side, and then stared at the red knight intently.

With the fall of the body of the Liao soldiers who rushed into the valley first, the tide-like knights roared and rushed out of the valley. At the same time, there were also those who had circled out from the mountain and wrapped the Liao soldiers in a circle. Cavalry on the left and right wings.

Ling Qingyu poked his head out from behind the rock, climbed on the top of the mountain and looked down, watching the Liao soldiers who were chasing by the red circle forming a circle, watching the knight in the black horse, red armor and silver spear easily shuttle through it. The red-armored knights were like the Liao soldiers teasing Zhou Bing just now, and they slaughtered those Liao soldiers who had never returned to their minds and couldn't integrate them into a line like a ****.

Is this war? Human lives are trampled on like spring grass, either you die or I die! After Ling Qingyu sat back on the rock, is human life so worthless in this era? If this is just because Zhao Mingliang and Xiao Sui want to get what they need, the two princes want to win the bargaining chip, the emperor’s majesty is hot-headed, it is the power struggle of these high-ranking people, the war caused by this kind of selfish desire, it is finally If these innocent people fight with the people she knows or even love, what is this kind of war?

Ling Qingyu's body was trembling slightly, and she had been living in peaceful times. Wars only existed in books and movies. Even after arriving here, she had encountered many **** battles over the years, but she had only seen these two battles. I understand a little bit, what is the anger of the emperor, blood flowed thousands of miles, the hunted Dazhou recruits, the besieged Liao army, for those who decide to start the war, are ants-like existence, just a number. However, these numbers are vivid lives!

Her hand was covered with a thick and warm palm, Ying Jiu leaned her head on her shoulders, and the hot breath brought some itching to her ears, her voice was low but with a soothing tone, and she whispered : "Don't be afraid..."

Ling Qingyu was startled, and turned his head to look at him, seeing that he was still closed his eyes, but his palms surrounded her hands in his palms. The eye circles suddenly became hot, and Ling Qingyu couldn't stop thinking of that person, that person who had been dead for almost a year.

Yan San...

As night fell, the corpses of Zhou and Liao soldiers were lying upside down on the plain in front of the valley. The clear brightness of the moonlight made everything hazy, making the smell of blood floating in the air seem to be washed away.

The news from the scouts was not good. The new army evacuated to Jinpoguan was slowed down by the steep mountain roads of Feihuyu. They were basically chased and killed by the Liao army who was chasing after them. What is the situation of the second prince in the main camp?

"Shall we catch up?" Xia Shuzheng asked.

If Zhao Mingliang’s reinforcements came from NSW, Yelvqi should have no time to hunt down those skirmishers, but would retreat to Weizhou to fight against Zhao Mingliang’s army. But Zhao Mingliang's reinforcements did not come. At this time, to help the skirmishers, they might not only face the people of Yelvqi. Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "Brothers need to work hard, let's go to Yangjuan to rest."

Wei Lang and Xia Shuzheng looked at each other, and after giving a ceremony, they went to form their own teams. The Yang family is heading towards Yunzhou, which is farther and farther away from Heishuiguan.

The number of the new army who still escaped was not many, only a few hundred. Yang Zhao gave them the horses of the Liao army, and then asked them to keep up if they could keep up. If they could not keep up, they could flee directly to the mountain. . In the end, there were only a hundred people who followed them to Yangjuan.