Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

No wonder Zhu Feng chose this white birch forest. The cavalry attacked on the plain. The fighting power was amazing, but once they entered the dense forest, the fighting power was not as good as the infantry.

This is why he chose here.

Zhu Feng selected a small open space in the forest and made a simple canopy. In fact, he tied a canvas to the surrounding trees and covered it on top of his head.

Then, another cushion was laid on the ground, and it was barely where they were sitting.

Nan Yan glanced at it, and smiled softly to Zhu Feng: "The emperor is really not particular."

Zhu Feng glared at her.

"It's going to be a war, what else do you care about?"

"Humph."

Nan Yan remembered that when he was lying on the window sill and eavesdropping on Mr. Si Muyun and the others, he talked about some stories in the history books, the emperor’s ceremonial patrol, and some of them stretched for thousands of miles. Ten thousand horses will never go out.

When it comes to the battlefield, there are also all kinds of pomp, and there is no shortage of gold cars and jade.

But when you arrived at Zhu Feng, let alone the emperor's guard of honor, even some of the great officials in Xinjiang were more than that.

My own "concubine" followed him, and couldn't get expensive anymore.

Thinking of this, Nan Yan was not hypocritical, and sat down.

At this time, Zhu Feng naturally doesn't care how she is slandering herself in her heart. He stands in front of her with her hands on her back. Although it is noon now, the sky is still not very bright. Even if the sun is heading, it is impossible to watch. Get what happened so far away.

At this moment, the surrounding leaves began to tremble slightly.

However, there is no wind at all.

After a while, everyone seemed to understand that the ground was shaking slightly.

Moreover, not only the ground, but the Yulian River not far away from them, the river water also agitated slightly, slapping the smooth sand and gravel of the river bank from time to time.

As soon as he felt this, Zhu Feng's eyes immediately became sharp.

He turned his head and whispered a few words to the soldiers next to him. The soldiers immediately turned on their horses and galloped forward from several directions.

Nan Yan also hurriedly got up and walked to him: "The emperor, this is—"

"They set off."

Zhu Feng said in a deep voice: "People from Ajislan have already set off."

Nan Yan took a deep breath.

It seems that there must be a lot of people sent by him. Otherwise, there will be no such shocking feeling. Based on the previous experience of patrols with Zhu Feng, Nan Yan roughly estimated that there are tens of thousands of people. .

So he whispered: "There are tens of thousands of people."

Zhu Feng glanced at her.

Said: "At least one hundred thousand."

"Then, where is Munch?"

"From the people in his camp that day, plus the ones I brought, let alone, 150,000."

Nan Yan gasped.

With more than 200,000 cavalry fighting on the grassland, what kind of scene it must be.

No wonder, the ground was shaking.

Nan Yan did not sit back, but continued to stand behind Zhu Feng, and watched the Yulian River with the waves rising side by side with him. Because of the gloomy sky, the Yulian River no longer looked like a winding across the grassland. On the contrary, the jade practice is like a long gray silk, entwined, slowly flowing into the distance.

Time, like the river water, passed slowly.

I don't know how long it took, the wind started.

In this white birch forest, although Zhu Feng brought many people, all of them stood in their respective positions. They did not even hear a gasp and cough, and only occasionally heard the sound of horses hissing, but at this time, the people on the tree The leaves were rustling, flapping the swaying branches.

The whole forest seemed to tremble slightly.

And the Yulian River not far away, the surface of the river is more turbulent than the turbulence brought by the tremor just now, wave after wave hits the river bank, I can even feel that the wind is mixed with drops of water, rushing towards the face To the face of the person.

Nan Yan was staggered.

Although Zhu Feng was standing in front of her, but at this time, he was quick-eyed and quickly supported her.

Shen said: "Go and sit down. It will rain soon."

Nan Yan did not obey, but looked at the gust of wind passing by, and even the fallen leaves on the ground were swept into the sky.

The wind whizzed past in the forest, and the whining sound was like a tiger roaring not far away.

The ground trembled more severely.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly turned white. Before Nan Yan could react, he heard a muffled noise above his head, rolling from the clouds.

She involuntarily backhanded Zhu Feng's arm, and whispered: "The emperor, is this thunder?"

Zhu Feng glanced at her.

Said quietly: "It's thunder."

"..."

"It's also drums."

Nan Yan opened her eyes wide when she heard it, almost trying to listen with her ears upright, but she could only hear the whistling of the wind, but in the sound of the wind, there seemed to be a bit of muffled sound like thunder and thunder.

Is it drums?

In other words, the offense is about to begin now.

Obviously knowing that he couldn't see that far away, but Nan Yan subconsciously stood on his toes and craned his neck to look into the distance. At this moment, another burst of white lightning flashed in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled thunder blasted overhead.

And in the sound of the wind, there was even more alarming muffled noise than the thunder.

Zhu Feng took a deep breath and said, "We have begun to attack."

After saying this, another gust of water swept towards her face. Nan Yan only watched a cloud of gray and black in front of her eyes. In an instant, the entire birch forest was swallowed by the cloud of gray and black. The rain fell.

Several soldiers around immediately stepped forward.

"The emperor, mother, come here to take shelter from the rain."

Zhu Feng nodded, and stretched out his hand, covering Nan Yan's head with his broad palm, and said to her who was still a little dazed: "Go and sit down."

"...Oh, oh."

Nan Yan was a little lost, but he nodded immediately, and went to sit down under the canopy over there.

The rain is getting stronger and stronger.

Sitting under the canopy, they could almost feel the force of the raindrops hitting the canvas. The crackling sound filled the entire forest. The surrounding leaves that had been blown and swayed by the wind were suddenly knocked. Almost soaked in rain and fell down.

Even the surrounding fruit/dew land was quickly hit by raindrops into small pits.

For some reason, Nan Yan listened to the sound of rain in the wind, but it seemed that there were more sharp sounds mixed in.

Like, the sound of sword fighting.

Sharp and piercing, as if to pierce a person's eardrums.

She couldn't help frowning.

This is the first time that I haven't seen the war with my own eyes, but it seems to be on the battlefield.