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Yuan's sky, like a child's face, changes as soon as it changes.

Before setting off, it was clear that the sun was still setting in the western mountains, but after running for an hour, it started to rain. The rain in the grassland is different from the plain land. It has no obstacles from the mountains and valleys. The rain is like pillars, hitting people's faces directly, which is painful. The cold wind on the grassland is even more directionless, roaring unscrupulously and sternly, manipulating the rain and fog to sway and swing, sometimes going east and sometimes west. The silent grassland was groggy, as if covered with a thick curtain, shrouded in the blue mist of the sky and the earth.

This was the first rain encountered after entering the grassland. It was not too early or too late, but it just fell at this moment, which made Lin Wanrong experience the power of God.

The rain wet the horseshoes, and the green grass glistened with water, smooth and muddy, and the speed of the horse had to be slowed down. The soldiers marched in the rain, their clothes soaked through. Looking from a distance, this rushing horse is like clouds moving in the mist and rain, swift and orderly.

"The horse's hooves are slipping, and the speed of travel will be greatly affected. If this continues, I'm afraid we won't be able to reach Harhe Forest until early tomorrow morning." Hu Bugui looked at the sky, wiped the rain and sweat from his face, his eyes were full of worry color.

This is called the god of heaven is not beautiful, Lin Wanrong can calculate everything accurately, but the mood of God is beyond his expectation. He sighed involuntarily: "The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. What I am worried about now is that it is raining heavily on our side, and the coalition forces of Habu and Forebu have a clear starry sky on their route. In this way, their The speed is much faster than ours. If they rushed to Dalanza and did not find our whereabouts, they would definitely turn back quickly. Water can carry a boat, and it can also overturn it. It is also possible to rush back in the starry night for her. One goes down and the other goes up. If we are not careful, we will be bitten by them."

Lin Wanrong's worries were not unreasonable, and he tried his best to lure out thousands of strong men from Ejina and Harhelin. Just to take advantage of this time difference to launch a sneak attack. Thus successfully entering Yiwu. A sudden heavy rain. But it is very likely that this advantage will be ruined. Once bitten by a barbarian. It's hard for them to get out.

Hu Bugui nodded heavily: "The general is absolutely right. It's raining on our side. But it's very likely that the sky on Da Lanza is clear. The ghost weather on the grassland is a baby face. No one knows what he is doing. Time has changed. The scouts ahead have not returned yet, and we don’t know what’s going on there.”

"Then what should we do now? Go in or stop?!" Gao Chief said worriedly.

"I can't stop." Lin Wanrong resolutely said: "Now is the time difference. We and the Hu people have equal opportunities. If we stop at this time, when the transferred Hu people return to the tribe, all our efforts will be in vain. I want to enter Yiwu and approach the Turkic royal court through Ejina again. I don’t know how long I will have to wait. Brother Hu, what do you think?!”

Hu Bugui nodded seriously and said, "I agree with the general's opinion.

This is a godsend opportunity. We must not miss it. Since it is a war. Then there is nothing that is not risky. "

"Okay." Lin Wanrong waved vigorously: "I tell all the brothers. Don't spare the horses. What we need now is speed, and we must go forward with all our strength. The horses, food and grass will be replenished after the Ejina is removed."

The three of them made up their minds and there was no further delay. Leading 5,000 soldiers to brave the rain. Marching on such a dark and vast prairie. The most important thing is direction. To prevent getting lost and falling behind. Hu Bugui, who has the most experience in the grassland, leads the way. The High Chiefs are at the end. Several people work together. Drive towards Halhelin. The only carriage in the team was reserved for Li Wuling. No matter how difficult the time is. None of them will abandon their brothers.

The rain was getting heavier, and the sky and the earth were shrouded in a layer of smoke. I can't see my fingers. It is just a few steps away. Can't see each other's face clearly. The horse under the crotch kept bumping and slipping. The originally docile grassland suddenly became ferocious. Besides cursing God, Lin Wanrong could only smile wryly.

I don't know how long it took. The clothes all over his body were soaked, and the cold rain flowed down his neck to his chest, icy cold. Lin Wanrong couldn't help shivering. Aim at the horse next to it. The Turkic girl's clothes were completely wet, and she clung to her body tightly. Her undulating and exquisite figure was as magnificent as the stretch of Helan Mountain. The rain wet her hair. Merge into streams of clear rivers. Flowing slowly from her cheeks. Yujia's face was pale, her eyes were closed tightly, and her delicate body trembled slightly in the cold wind and rain. It seemed to be a flimsy grass.

The sky is fair, under the same sky, the cold, wind, rain and dew not only threaten the Dahua people, but also threaten the Turkic people.

They are all real people, fighting like this. What is it for, Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed. He took out a long shirt from his bag. Qiaoqiao sewed it for him with his own hands, and it was one of the only pieces of luggage he had after repeatedly packing lightly.

A trace of warmth came from the cold body, and Yu Jia opened her eyes. I saw my drenched body, I don't know when

A brand new robe, with a faint fragrance, the raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the robe, with fresh water stains.

"I don't want——I don't want your fake mercy!" Yu Jia turned her head and shouted angrily. The little face was flushed, and two water marks dripped from the side of the cheeks, and it was unknown whether it was rain or teardrops.

Lin Wanrong wiped the rain from his face, shook his hand and said with a sneer, "It's fake compassion—I don't know when you Turkic people will learn this kind of fake compassion?!"

The rain was flowing quickly on his dark face, and the neat bun that was combed in the morning had long been scattered, and the two bright red lipstick marks gradually faded away under the washing of the rain. The whole person was immersed in the rain. Unspeakable embarrassment, the momentum seems to be different from before.

"Don't worry about our Turkic affairs." The girl snorted, but her voice was subconsciously much softer. Under the coldness, she instinctively slipped her body under the warm robe.

Looking at Yujia curled up in a ball and shivering. Lin Wanrong smiled. Sighing: "The clothes are very warm. This is just before the battle. My wife has been up for several nights to sew the ground by herself. We Dahua people have a tradition. Before the soldiers go to war, their wives and lovers will sew clothes for them by themselves. Period I hope they will return safely as soon as possible. It’s just that the stars change, the seasons change, the warriors who fought on the battlefield, but how many can return safely? Countless beautiful women like flowers waited all their lives. They turned into husband stones on the cliffs of high mountains ——The feelings of our Dahua people. You Turkic people will never understand!"

Yujia was immediately annoyed: "It's not you, Dahua, who have such a lover. We Turkic men and women have the same feelings. Every Turkic woman's lover is fighting on the battlefield. They will lose their lives. The same Will bid farewell to dear wife—"

"Then why the hell are you still starting a war? It's fun?!" Lin Wanrong roared angrily. The eyes are red. Swipe the whip and slam it on the horse carrying Yujia. He held the reins of the war horse in his hand. There was only a proud hiss. Stepping forward in circles. Throw the girl's body into several beautiful curves.

Seeing Lin Wanrong's furious flushed face, Yujia's chest rose and fell sharply: "Wo Lao Gong, you, you dare to insult me?!"

"It's nothing to insult you." Lin Wanrong said viciously with a dark old face: "I'm angry. I'll let you see what a real rogue is-you are beautiful, right? Take off your clothes. Let you The wolves on this grassland are beautiful in front of your people!!"

This rogue's ability to change his face is not ordinary. Just now he was still laughing and talking, but in a blink of an eye he became a gorilla. He roared, flames shot out of his eyes. Let Yujia couldn't help feeling a little scared.

She gritted her teeth. He raised his face forcefully: "War. It is to let my people and descendants obtain a more fertile land. Let them escape from the cold wind and rain. Live a prosperous life. What's wrong with this?!"

"Snapped". Lin Wanrong slapped Yujia's plump buttocks with a heavy palm, and the crisp sound cut through the wind and rain and spread far away.

"What's wrong?! If you want your people to live well, you can occupy other people's land and slaughter other peoples?!" Lin Wanrong was also annoyed, and slapped her butt twice heavily. The sound of slapping is clearly audible: "The hooligans all over the world want to fuck you. Could they just tie you up, take off your clothes, and do whatever they want-how does your head grow. Come up with such a gangster logic? Open your eyes and see. The war you provoked, apart from the loss of lives of the two nations and the blood flowing like rivers, what else have you gained? You have obtained a rich land and lived a prosperous life? Go ask you When they died in battle, were they rich, rich?!——I really want to beat you!"

he asked. Then he patted Yujia's buttocks. The crackling sound startled everyone. The soldiers coming and going around stared at the black-faced and angry coach, wanting to laugh but not daring to. Hu Bugui and the two looked at each other. Lao Gao nodded and said, "Brother Lin is going crazy. The Turkic chick is going to suffer!"

insulted by this bandit. Even being watched by the big Chinese coming and going with laughter, the Turkic girl let out a moan, and her cheeks flushed instantly. The crisp chest trembled violently. She stared hard at him. He shouted in an angry trembling voice: "Wo Laogong, you killed me. Kill me."

Lin Wanrong flicked her sore wrists, this chick's butt is really elastic. The shock made Lao Tzu's scalp numb. He sneered: "Why should I kill you? Don't you just want to conquer others?! I just want to show you how you and your people were conquered by others!"

"We Turks will never be conquered!!!" Yujia struggled continuously, raindrops hit her body and face, and her blue eyes were full of unyielding tears.

"Never be conquered?!" Lin Wanrong sneered, and slowly approached her face: "Miss Yujia, look into my eyes."

The girl raised her head unconsciously. It was facing Lin Wanrong's dark pupils. The despicable and shameless rogue's eyes are as clear as water, as transparent as crystal, deeper than the starry sky

== Head to: "Look, what are you looking at?! I don't look!"

Lin Wanrong laughed loudly: "I want you to remember my black eyes and yellow skin. This is a nation that has never been conquered. They have the most extensive culture and the most profound civilization, and they stand tall in this world. For thousands of years, it has never fallen. ——But you Turks,” he waved his hands casually, and said with a disdainful smile: “—hundreds of years later. Turkic will be a name that will only exist in history!”

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Yu Jia gasped for breath: "You are talking nonsense. Our Turks are powerful and invincible. They will definitely last for thousands of years!!!"

"Continuously, for thousands of years? Just because you keep fighting and killing?! Wake up, little sister!" Lin Wanrong patted her face with a smile: "People. You can't think with your buttocks—— oops —you bit me again!"

He was carried away. The fingers fell on Yuga's lips. The Turkic girl opened her mouth and bit. No mercy. Ten fingers connected to the heart, and severe pain came. Lin Wanrong yelled and retracted her fingers, but her fingertips were densely packed with neat teeth marks. A trace of blood oozed out. Yuga stared at him closely. A smug gleam of revenge flashed in his eyes.

The little she-wolf! Lin Wanrong snorted. Then he touched the female wolf's buttocks. Yu Jia snorted. His face was bloody. Feel ashamed and angry.

Taught the little she-wolf a lesson. The grasslands in the desert are still rainy and windy. In a hurry. It is only seventy or eighty miles away from Harhelin.

"General Lin. General Lin—" Hu Bugui rode his horse. Braving the wind and rain, he rushed over from the front of the team. Behind him were dozens of fast horses. Several people stopped in front of Lin Wanrong. Hu Bugui just got off his horse. Tears began to roll in his eyes.

"Brother Hu, what's wrong?!" Lin Wanrong was taken aback. Hu Bugui is such a bloody man. Even if you kill him, you won't shed tears.

Hu Bugui shook his head hastily. Wipe away tears from eyes. Hehe said: "No. No. I am happy. General. Look, who is this—"

He smiles and moves away. A figure flashed from behind. Sixteen or seventeen years old. His face was dark. Looks capable. Looking at Lin Wanrong ecstatically.

Lin Wanrong was stunned. Immediately, he hugged him frantically and shouted: "Little Xu, Xu Zhen. Is it really you? Why did you come here? How did you find us?! His grandma. How could he be born to lose pie!!"

Xu Zhen wiped away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes. He clasped his fists happily and said, "General, Master Xu sent me here!"

Master Xu? Xu Zhiqing? ! Familiar and unfamiliar names. Lin Wanrong felt like crying with excitement, even though they only parted for more than ten days. But in the bloody battle all the way on this grassland. He Lanshan and Miss Xu are ethereal like clouds in the sky. It seems that it has nothing to do with this lonely army.

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Xu Zhen suddenly appeared in front of him today. Only then did he feel a return to reality. Although I don't know how Xu Zhen found his current position. But Xu Zhiqing's affection. But it is as thick as the wall of Helan Mountain.

"General. This is a letter from Master Xu to you." Restrained excitement. Xu Zhen took out a small piece of sheepskin from his boot. After pulling it a few times, the white letter paper inside was revealed.

A letter from Xu Zhiqing? Lin Wanrong took the letter, her palms trembling slightly. For this lone army that went deep into the grassland. Helan Mountain is their root.

"The battle of Bayanhot. The reputation of the king has risen. Go deep into the grassland and cut off the enemy's food. With flesh and blood. Fend the enemy outside the country. It makes the barbarians frightened. I am grateful for the kindness of the king. There is no repayment, only one thing. Please do not read: Zhiqing can die. Helan Mountain will never fall!!"

"Zhiqing can die. Helan Mountain will never fall." Just this one sentence says it all. Lin Wanrong held Hu Bugui's hand. He said softly but firmly: "Brother Hu. Mount Helan is still in our hands!"

Old Hu wiped his teardrops, grinned and said, "I knew that Commander Xu would definitely guard the Helan Mountains. Du Xiuyuan is a good bookworm, Xu Zhen, you are all good! We are here on the grassland. A few battles are not in vain!"

"Your heart, Zhiqing knows. But the future is long, and thorns are everywhere. I hope you will cherish yourself and don't let others miss you. I will wear a costume. I will be half buried in the sand. I will pray day and night, and I will wait for my triumphant return!"

This letter is like Xu Zhiqing's character, extremely simple and firm. "Half-buried in the sand. Waiting for your triumphant return", this last sentence is half-covered and half-revealed, which is the code word of the two of them, and only Lin Wanrong can understand it. There are only a few numbers on the letter paper. Although the words are short, the feelings are still full of meaning and profound charm.

Lin Wanrong stroked the white letter paper. His heart was ups and downs, and the rain hit his hair and face, converging into raindrops and dripping down. He was silent and didn't speak for a long time.