The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 1267 Chapter 1267: Cutting Huang Song, Dongqing Unification (9)

Yang Si was so scared that his face was completely white. He couldn't stop the self-willed protagonist.

Jiang Yanji looked at the situation on the battlefield coldly, and said quite funny, "I'm the kind of person who rushed to death?"

Yang Si breathed a sigh of relief, and he was ready to go forward, regardless of whether he was carrying Xiaobai.

She was so obedient and docile all of a sudden, Yang Si was really not used to it.

Jiang Yanji said, "This time I pretended to be sick, and I found something different."

Yang looked at her puzzledly, and muttered.

What did the protagonist learn from the feigning incident, so abnormal?

She used to persuade her that she was indifferent, and now she is about to give up hope.

Jiang Yanji laughed and said nothing.

After careful calculation, she has been in this era for almost ten years.

On the surface, she adapts very well, like an ordinary apostate from ancient times, but in her bones she is still the leader of the Federal Regiment Army. She and the people around her are apparently a kind of person, but they are very different in essence--

She never felt the importance of bloodline inheritance, after all, fertility has been replaced by machines, and life extension has become extremely simple.

As long as she is willing, she will have the best genetic successor.

This era is not the same. To have children is not only to meet the needs of the body, but also a continuation of life and will.

Because Jiang Yanji had no children, when she reported that she was seriously ill, everyone agreed that her foundation would be ruined. There is no hope of continuation without a daughter-in-law, even if the crowd did not speak in front of her, but she knew in her heart.

As soon as she dies, the people who once attached to her will be like rootless duckweed. The real tree will fall apart and be divided up by other forces in troubled times.

This time it was pretending to be ill, so everyone can calm down. What if the next serious injury is really serious?

Calculating the average life expectancy of this era, everyone around her has entered middle age or old age, and she can't scare her when she is old.

and so--

Converge a little bit, and protect yourself, so that these little public acts do not scare you.

The power of dozens of crossbows is indeed very horrible. I couldn't help but watch the soldiers die under the crossbows in the live broadcast room.

However, this is a 100,000-scale war, no matter how powerful dozens of bed crossbows can't clean up the other side.

After dozens of breaths, the leading troops of the two sides have been fighting together.

On the battlefield, unless it is at the level of Jiang Yanji, simple fighting skills will not play much role.

Collective cooperation is far more important than individual individual brutality and higher survival rates.

Yang Si ordered the soldiers to put out the tight and tight military formations themselves, in order to mislead the original letter, making the original letter mistakenly think that they rushed to fight, the formation was unstable, and it was very good to defeat. The original letter did think so, and was so disappointed in the moment that it was less cautious to direct the operation.

The general was a little less cautious and secure, and he could intuitively reflect on the battlefield. The performance of the soldiers was the most obvious.

Nie Yan looked at the situation coldly, as if she could see something, her pale, skinned lips clenched tightly.

Something is wrong-

The enemy formations seemed to be loose and disorderly, but the two armies had very different performances when they were connected by short arms.

The soldiers and horses under the original letter account were radical and enthusiastic, and the originally tight formation was faintly loose.

On the other hand, the enemy's troops and horses were congealed during the charge, and the two armies did not mess up. It was clearly planned.

Nie Yan watched for a while, his heart beat like a drum, and the unexplained panic hit his chest, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Hurry up and sue the plaintiff General. The enemy is cheating. You must not be radical."

Nie Yan asked the soldiers to preach, expecting that the original letter didn't take his words to heart.

A literati who can only evacuate cannons. What qualifications are there to draw on the battlefield?

The counselor's responsibility is to make a plan. The front battlefield is the home of the general.

"Tell Nie Junshi, you will know what to do. Do n’t worry about him, just wait for the banquet tonight!" Yuan Xin responded casually. Ephemeral, he would not have listened to him all. "

If it wasn't for Feng Jin's secret pitting of Nie Yun, which would have caused Nie Yun's calculations to fail, Yuanxin's trust in him would not have fallen to the bottom.

When Nie Yan heard the soldier's reply, his chest was beating harder and more frequently.

However, the original letter is the general. Although Nie Yun has military power in his hands, he cannot balance each other.

Yuan Xin refused to listen, and he could not hold the other's head to obey him.

"It's just for your own use—" Nie Yan was so angry that his forehead was bruised, and he bit his posterior molars. "Such a reckless husband must not die!"

His voice was very low, and no one heard it when he was killed and shouted.

Jiang Yanji pointed at the battlefield and said, "Jing Rong, do you look at them like black sesame porridge?"

Yang Si: "..."

What porridge?

His protagonist paid attention to the battlefield situation, commanded and dispatched, and the messenger who received the command waved the battle flag and the soldiers who beat the drum changed the rhythm of the drum. While letting the enemy rush in, shrink the front line gap.

Others are killing dogs while Jiang Yanji is killing them.

She laughed. "Our generals are close, like black sesame thick porridge. The enemy lineup looks rigorous. How can we use too much force, we are quick to make a profit. After several offensive confrontations, the formation becomes looser. They were diluted and circled to break them one by one. "

Yang Si glanced at the battlefield. From time to time, blood soared into the sky, his head fluttered, and his limbs were broken.

He said in a pleading tone, "Master, can we use another metaphor?"

Yang Si also likes to drink black sesame porridge. Lang Zhong said that drinking more black sesame can delay aging and reduce white hair. However, his own protagonist seemed to be in opposition to him. He deliberately used black sesame porridge to compare the black head on the battlefield.

Jiang Yanji, "Isn't he an image?"

Yang Si was indifferent, "the image is terrific."

The success made Yang Si disgusted with black sesame porridge. He felt that when he saw black sesame, he would subconsciously think of crowds of people.

Although the metaphor is disgusting, Jiang Yanji is right.

What effect does individual heroism have on a battlefield of 100,000 scale?

Like a drop of water sinking into the sea.

Only the tacit cooperation and the magnificent momentum can let them win this battle.

"Go!" Jiang Yanji gave another instruction. "hit!"

The messenger who passed the order gave a slogan, and the rhythm of the war drum changed again, rushing to the ground like a torrential rain.

The front-line shield soldiers tightened the defense line as they ordered, and combined the shields into two rows while killing the enemy.

The high wall of shields forms a substantial barrier that divides the enemy into countless small pieces.

Xiao Rongrong: Touching the Five Great Leaders QAQ

(End of this chapter)