Jiang Lingfei arrived in time, split the palm and knocked the mad Wu En to the ground. The soldiers on the side immediately rushed forward and tied him firmly with ropes. Ge Gen also stumbled and ran back at this time, Jiang Lingfei ordered: "All the crazy people will be handed over to you and Deputy General Zhou. If this witchcraft and evil sect can't be restrained, including your brother, they will be killed without mercy!"
"Yes." Ge Gen's back was covered with cold sweat, and he nodded in shock, "Master Jiang, don't worry, I know what to do!"
Jiang Lingfei got on his horse and ran towards the front line.
The horn cuts through the sky, and the lone star in the sky is cold.
Ji Yanran was wearing a black armor, squatting halfway beside the bed: "Wait for me to come back."
Yun Yifeng agreed: "Okay."
But in the end it is not at ease. After Ji Yanran left, he still put on his clothes and walked out of the tent, wanting to see what was going on outside. After suppressing the captives who suddenly went mad, the army has restored order, and there is no panic and noise as imagined. The soldiers are running forward in neat rows according to the formation, with long guns in their hands and torches everywhere, turning the night into darkness. It shines as bright as day.
Li Jun limped and was helped by two soldiers to walk over, with more gauze wrapped around her head. As soon as he came to complain about the agency, he was sincere in his heart, and he didn't even think about being cheated by his "friends in the world". He just thought that he didn't grasp the essentials, or that the thing was broken, and he wanted to ask how to fix it.
Yun Yifeng said: "For such a long time, have you really never pressed it?"
Li Jun slapped her thigh, of course not, I always remember what you said, don't press it unless it is absolutely necessary.
Yun Yifeng returned to the tent, and after a while, he took out a white leather wristband and replaced the old wooden box for him.
Li Jun was puzzled, and studied for a long time on the delicate hidden button: "What is it this time?"
"The real rainstorm needle." Yun Yifeng warned: "The war is imminent, and King Pingle must be more careful."
Li Jun repeatedly agreed, but when she heard the word "real", she didn't realize that she was wearing a fake thing all the time, so she just comforted: "It's a piece of cake for the seventh brother to beat up a night wolf witch clan. Don't worry too much, just wait here."
Not far away, the attack drum has already sounded.
With Wu En and the captive going crazy first, everyone already knew what they were about to face. The flames on the battlefield were blazing, illuminating the faces of the Allied soldiers with blood and freshness. In contrast, there was a whole piece of lifeless blackness on the opposite side, like a pale mask growing out of dry mud, and the ghost face changed the heart. Became a ghost.
Lin Ying clenched her fists secretly, and looked at Ji Yanran tentatively. He originally thought that although these ghost-faced people were fascinated by ghosts for a while and joined the cult and the night wolf witch clan, they are not big treacherous people after all. If they can be saved, they still want to save them. But at this moment, it seems that a fierce battle is inevitable.
Different from the usual confrontation between the two armies, this time the opponent has no coach at all, not even a leader. Hao Meng and Fu Yao didn't know where they were hiding, and they only sent out this puppet army that could not be seen at a glance, like billowing thick smoke, and also like turbulent waves, with a strange tearing roar from their throats, roaring towards the alliance army come.
Ji Yanran unsheathed her long sword.
Behind him are tens of thousands of young fighters. In fact, they had never seen such an opponent, stiff and hideous, just like a ghost crawling out of the underworld. If you usually walk on the street and encounter one or two strange people dressed like this, you will be shocked, but now, but at this time, when you are faced with a dense crowd of ghosts in black robes that can't be seen at a glance Suddenly, everyone was not afraid anymore, and they all held the knives firmly in their hands, with only one thought in mind—they must not be allowed to leave the barren grass dunes, they must not be allowed to invade the Gobi and grasslands, and invade the Daliang border.
If you look down from a high altitude, this alliance army has formed a sharp dividing line. In the front are the hideous and terrifying evil spirits of the underworld, and in the distant and invisible rear are white tents, cows and sheep that are blown by the wind, stars and dew that wet the grass leaves, and the herdsmen who have worked all day are already quiet. Asleep, the whole girder also fell asleep.
Lin Ying took the lead and rushed into the enemy army first. Wherever the long sword went, red blood mist was sprayed up. Yerteng led the army to attack from the right. Only at this time, he could barely be considered as one with Ji Yanran. With a long green sharp knife in his hand, he could easily decapitate dozens of people. The Kedeng tribe's army, all of them are first-class sturdy warriors, riding on the best horses, and the sound of killing is loud.
A warrior of the Yunzhu tribe was knocked to the ground, and the surrounding ghost-faced men immediately entangled him like a leech smelling blood, making a greedy and strange sound from his throat, but fortunately Yinzhu arrived in time and rescued him with a knife . Originally planning to go to the front again, another bloody figure pounced on her, lying heavily on her horse's back, and biting with her mouth open.
"Leader, be careful!" someone shouted from behind.
Yin Zhu kicked it off, and a panic thought flashed in her mind—these people cannot be beaten to death.
In other words, unless they were cut so that they couldn't stand up, they didn't seem to feel pain at all, and even if they were bleeding profusely, they would stagger and crawl into the next round of fighting.
Soon, the rest of the people also found out about it. An enemy who is not afraid of death is already very difficult to deal with, but this time the opponent is not only not afraid of death, but even pain. With this alone, the difference in numbers between the two sides can be offset. What is even more frightening is that when an ordinary army is defeated, they may surrender and throw down their knives and guns to beg for mercy, but they will not. This group of irrational ghost-faced men will fight blindly and frantically until the last moment of.
Fu Yao didn't want them to live at all.
At this time, the culprit may have left the grassy sand dunes, and with the huge wealth looted from the believers, he found a new place and started a life of lust and pleasure incognito. Isn't that what cults are like? With the brokenness and blood and tears of tens of thousands of families, a glamorous and blood-stained "god" was enshrined. It is rumored that it is used to pave the way for my next earth-shaking and comeback, which is extremely dirty.
There were endless screams in my ears, and the flames of war ignited the entire grassy hill, spreading into the distance with the howling wind. The moon finally revealed half of its face from behind the dark clouds, and the battlefield was illuminated brighter, and it was more like a ghost land. The horses with their heads high and neighing stepped through the flames, and beside the red-eyed soldiers, there was only half of them left. The body of the ghost-masked man, the dust and internal organs are mixed together, dripping dripping.
Jiang Lingfei was covered in blood, other people's blood. From the rising of the moon to the setting of the moon, it is already impossible to count how many people were killed, the battlefield, the flames, the casualties... His eyes were dark, as black as the deepest lake, but he had no emotion at all. At this moment, death has become the most common and common word. In the dark, he even feels that the soul of a certain famous general is coming through the clouds, leading thousands of troops, and fighting with him to break through the encirclement and fight bloody battles. .
Allied camps were also attacked.
A small group of ghost-masked men came in from nowhere, holding their knives and slashing everywhere. It was the first time Li Jun saw this big scene, and she was so frightened that she almost flew out of her wits. She instinctively hid behind Yun Yifeng: "Let's hurry up!" Come back to the tent quickly!"
Yun Yifeng was helpless: "Where is the hidden weapon I gave you? Press it!"
Li Jun suddenly realized, stretched out her left arm straight, and "slapped" her right hand.
Hundreds of poisonous needles were fired at once, piercing the chests of those ghost-faced men. The other party just shook slightly, and then continued to rush forward. Li Jun didn't see the silver needle ejected at all, and just wanted to cry without tears: "Why is it bad again?" Life is hard!
Yun Yifeng's palms felt cold, he realized the seriousness of the matter, and dragged Li Jun into the tent by the collar: "Stay well!"
"No!" Li Jun said anxiously, "You are still injured, where are you going?"
However, Yun Yifeng had already picked up the Feiluan sword on the table and strode out of the tent.
The number of ghost-faced men in this small group is not large, and the soldiers stationed in the camp are enough to deal with it. Yun Yifeng didn't delay much, pulled the Cuihua horsewhip, and rushed towards the front line against the wind. When Li Jun's legs were weak and he chased him out, he only had time to see a snow-colored figure from his back.
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On the battlefield, Feishuangjiao jumped off the high hill and ran to the distance. Ji Yanran held the reins of the horse tightly with one hand, and the boundless wind lifted his cloak high and dried the blood stained on the dragon's chant. After nearly a night of fierce fighting, most of the ghost-faced man fell to the ground, and the remaining ones were enough for the Allied soldiers to deal with, and now he was going to do another thing.
No matter which military book, it will say that to capture the thief first capture the king.
"Drive!" On the wasteland, two steeds were galloping side by side. Hao Meng felt a little unlucky in his heart, and felt that he seemed to be deceived by the leader of the cult. He was a bandit in the barren sand dunes, and he was doing well, but suddenly a person appeared to pull him into wealth. It sounds like the future is immeasurable. Who would have thought that it would end up like this—not to mention recruiting the alliance army of Daliang and the Thirteen Tribes, even the old nest was taken away.
The only consolation is that the gold and silver buried under the desert are enough to squander three or four lifetimes.
Thinking of this, he took advantage of the opportunity to touch the long knife at his waist, and inevitably had other thoughts. After all, it is the same ten thousand taels of gold, and there is still a big difference between one person's flower and two people's flower. Fu Yao seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and said with a mocking smile: "The patriarch's vision is so short-sighted."
Hao slammed the knife back in again, and let out a disdainful "sneer".
It's just that even though his saber was sheathed, Fu Wan was still knocked down on the sand by a huge force, blood spurted out, his eyes stared straight ahead, and after a long while, he turned his head tremblingly.
Ji Yanran rode his horse horizontally, looking at him coldly.
A round of golden sun gushes out from behind.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Hao Meng gritted his teeth and raised his knife to kill him. To be the patriarch of the Night Wolf Witch Clan, his kung fu can quite match his ambition, a silver knife makes the clouds flow smoothly, and when his head "bangs" fell off, even the Dragon Chanting Sword trembled slightly.
Ji Yanran frowned: "You also took medicine."
Hao Meng was also horrified in his heart, he instinctively glanced at the man on the ground, and wanted to ask another question, but his body had already begun to lose control, and the darkness gradually invaded his brain, and soon, everything was washed away by the water. Burned away by the fire, only the enemy in front of me is left in my eyes, the enemy.
Like a wild beast, he entangled Ji Yanran tightly. Fu Yao took the opportunity to climb on the horse's back, and wanted to continue to escape into the distance, when a black steed suddenly fell from the sky, its iron hoof stomped heavily on his shoulder, kicking that bone to pieces.
At the same time, Ji Yanran chopped off Mao Meng's head with his backhand, and his bearded head rolled down several times on the ground, bringing out a pool of black and smelly blood, which was really nauseating.
Yun Yifeng was dressed in white, with an innocent expression on his face, he didn't even have time to draw his sword.
If I had known you could solve it, I wouldn't have come.
This is great, and I have to be trained again.
So he hurried to please: "I was wrong."
Ji Yanran said: "Dare to do it next time."
Yun Yifeng: "..."
I dare not, really.
Several personal soldiers also chased after him at this time, Ji Yanran tossed the scorpion to them, and asked: "Do you really want to go to the battlefield that much?"
Yun Yifeng thought about it for a while, and always felt that there was a trap behind these words, so he said: "No, I just want to lie under the quilt."
After finishing speaking, she slapped Cuihua's buttocks and wanted to run away, but Ji Yanran grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of her.
"Let's go, I'll take you to have a look."
The Master of Yunmen was still thinking about whether he should be hypocritical and evasive, but Feishuangjiao had already sped up all four hooves, rushing towards the battlefield like thunder and lightning.
Cuihua: "..."
The wind made his cheeks hurt, and the killing sound was endless.
This is really not a good place to talk about love.
Yun Yifeng was completely protected in his arms, when he opened his eyes, there was a streak of bright red blood, and when he opened his eyes again, another head flew towards him.
The war was coming to an end, but the murderous aura hadn't diminished at all. On the contrary, it was getting darker and more oppressive like the darkness before dawn. The corpses were piled up like a mountain, and severed limbs were constantly struggling to stick out, as if they still wanted to stand up, and the fingers that exposed the bones were convulsed, digging holes out of the ground.
Yun Yifeng felt palpitations.
Even though he was used to killing, even though he had been suffering from birth, it was inevitable that his whole body would be cold at this time. Compared with the war, compared with the tens of thousands of killings at every turn, personal joy and anger are really too small, like a grain of grain in the ocean, a speck of dust in the world, almost negligible. And only when the flames of war are extinguished and the country is stable, can farmers drive their cattle home leisurely at dusk, merchants can spit and settle their accounts, literati can splash ink while drunk, and girls can feel at ease embroidering mandarin duck handkerchiefs and standing at the gate of the Lantern Festival. Under the lamplight, I threw it to my sweetheart with a blushing heartbeat.
What these soldiers guard is the country, and it is also the three meals a day of all ordinary people, with the same ordinary joys and sorrows as them.
Thinking of this, Yun Yifeng was almost in awe of Ji Yanran. Before, he only knew that he was a great general who wanted to guard the rivers and mountains and the people, but he didn't think carefully about how heavy the word "Shou" is, so at this moment, everything is presented in the most cruel and real situation before his eyes. The touch he received in his heart, I am afraid that seventeen or eighteen scholars would not be able to describe it.
When the last Ghost Face fell, the armor of every Allied soldier was stained red with blood. They held their swords, dragged their exhausted bodies, and sat on the ground, sitting in this hell like a Shura field, and no one spoke.
All that resounded through the sky was the sound of horns.
The flames of war burned the barren grass and sand dunes.
Ji Yanran asked the person in his arms: "Why are you silent?"
The hem of Yun Yi's windbreaker was stained with blood, and her heartbeat had not yet completely calmed down: "I haven't figured out how to praise it yet."
Ji Yanran lowered her head and quickly rubbed the corner of his lips.
Yun Yifeng: "..."
The two were at a high place at this time, and thousands of troops and horses could have seen this kiss.
The scorching sun is on the head, and the wind is strong.
The general Xuanjia has a long sword, and the son has black hair and white clothes.
After a short period of silence, there was a roar of laughter, and finally there was a trace of vitality on the lifeless battlefield.
This time, the master of Yunmen went out with a sword in his hand, and he put on a lot of momentum, but half of the enemies were not killed, but he was kissed in public in a daze, and his momentum suddenly weakened. He found a moment when no one was paying attention, and hurriedly rode The pony slipped back.
Li Jun was waiting at the camp, and when she saw him, she rushed forward, her face was full of tears, joy and sorrow, she stammered for a long time, but she couldn't utter a word, and finally the guards around her couldn't see him, and offered to help explain, It is said that when the ghost-faced men attacked the camp, King Pingle also bravely raised a knife and helped kill two people.
Yun Yifeng perfunctory: "Congratulations."
Li Jun said firmly: "Now I can be regarded as a strong man!"
Yun Yifeng said: "Yes, yes, yes."
Li Jun asked again, "Where's my uncle?"
Yun Yifeng replied: "I didn't find it."
Li Jun opened her mouth wide in a daze: "Ah?"
According to everyone's previous thinking, the Red Crow Sect took Su Minghou's family away, and they must join forces to make a big deal, but who knew that there was no one in sight. In fact, Yun Yifeng is also struggling to understand this matter. It can't be said that Yang Boqing was brainwashed and drugged together and became one of the ghost faces, right? That's really... inexplicable.
Li Jun was still sighing, but Yun Yifeng had already got into the tent and downed three cups of herbal tea in one go, only then did he feel the heat subside a bit. It doesn't matter whether it's because of his weak body or because His Royal Highness Xiao Wang kissed him alive. In short, he doesn't plan to go out again today, and just sits on the bench, as stable as a rock.
Li Jun sighed alone for a while, and after thinking about it, she felt that she should be quite safe in the military camp, so she temporarily put her uncle aside, and moved forward to care about another important matter: "Win the battle, are you It's not..." He rubbed his fingers with an inscrutable expression on his face.
Yun Yifeng curled his mouth: "What are you rubbing, I owe you money?"
"Why do you owe me money?" Li Jun dragged the bench again and squeezed towards him, "Let's celebrate." If it were written in the storybook, this would also be a fairy tale of romance.
Yun Yifeng: "..."
Li Jun continued to ask: "When will the seventh brother come back?"
"It's early." Yun Yifeng said, "The battle is over and the mess has not been cleaned up yet. How are those crazy captives? Are they not dead?"
"Mr. Mei gave them medicine, and they all fell into a coma." Li Jun said, "Has the culprit been caught?"
"Yeah." Yun Yifeng said, "It is estimated that the trial is underway now, to see if he can spit out the antidote."
Even if the thirty or so captives were ignored, at least Wu En could be saved. The other party was in danger alone, and he was willing to risk his life to destroy the formation knowing that there were explosives buried in Stonehenge. He was truly a first-class warrior. Live well.
There was still a lot of noise outside the tent, the wounded soldiers and horses all needed medical treatment, and it was always dark when they were busy.
After being fed the decoction by the plum bamboo pine, although he woke up, he was bitten to death and refused to say the antidote. He didn't respond when he heard Yang Boqing's name, and only stared at everyone with a pair of black eyes. Yerteng felt agitated during the trial, stood up and walked out: "Let's kill them together, so as not to cause new troubles."
Lin Ying said to Ji Yanran: "It's better to leave it to your subordinates. Don't worry, the prince will find a way to pry his mouth open."
Ji Yanran nodded: "Thank you."
And when everything was dealt with, it was already noon the next day. Ji Yanran was dizzy and returned to the tent. After a quick wash, she lost her appetite and fell asleep. Yun Yifeng covered him with the quilt, and when he went out, he saw Li Jun standing there with his hands behind his back, shaking his head and sighing regretfully, oops, does my seventh brother know what he missed
Master Yunmen raised his hand and punched.
King Pingle shrank his neck and ran faster than the thief.
Lin Ying came over with a stack of confessions, saying that the old lady couldn't stand the torture, and finally let go. According to his confession, Senior Mei is already researching the antidote at this time. As for the whereabouts of Su Minghou's family, it seems that he really doesn't know—even as if he has never heard of it at all, and is at a loss.
Li Jun asked: "I haven't heard what it means. Could it be that my uncle was not kidnapped by the Red Crow Sect, but someone else?"
Lin Ying said: "As far as it is concerned, it is indeed the case."
Yun Yifeng speculated: "So the other party cut off the fingers of the servants in the mansion with great fanfare, and set up some altars pretending to be gods and ghosts, just to mislead us to think about the Red Crow cult, so as to hide the real movements of the Yang family?"
But who would that be? Yun Yifeng frowned, and thought of the black hand behind the scenes who wanted to stir up conflicts between Li Jing and Ji Yanran several times.
The ghost lingers.
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Ji Yanran slept for six hours, the sky was dim and the ground was dark, and she had many intermittent dreams. When she woke up, she was rarely in a trance, and she couldn't tell where she was for a long time.
The ground brazier was still burning, dispelling the midnight chill. The bed was warm, and the person in the dream was in his arms, breathing long and deeply, and sleeping soundly and peacefully. The pillow was fragrant, like a cherry blossom forest in spring.
So he couldn't bear to get up, and tightened his arms, lowered his head and rubbed his slightly cool hair, thinking about some things after the war. The Night Wolf Witch Clan is extinct. If what Yerten said is true, he is one step closer to the blood ganoderma. As for the unfounded third condition... Thinking of this, he frowned slightly, and unconsciously Just stroking on that thin back, wanting to exchange for a peace of mind.
In this way, no matter how soundly asleep Yun Yifeng is, he should wake up.
"Did I disturb you?" Ji Yan then stopped belatedly.
Yun Yifeng sat up with support, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to drink some water."
Ji Yanran got out of bed, poured warm tea for him, and drank three or four cups by herself.
The rough tea enters the throat, no longer thirsty, no longer sleepy.
Ji Yanran leaned against the head of the bed, her underwear was loose, revealing her firm chest with several new wounds. He continued to think about his thoughts, so he only patted the person next to him with his hands, and his eyes shone with fire, a little more lazy and gentle than usual, and a little inexplicable... How should I put it, Ruoyunmen The master knows how to embroider handkerchiefs, but I'm afraid he will dig out the sewing basket on the spot, embroider seventy or eighty pieces in one go, and throw them over like snow.
It's human nature to be blinded by color.
It's just that this "color" is born too tall and mighty, and it's not easy to be frivolous with a sick body.
Ji Yanran: "..."
Yun Yifeng tugged at his belt and asked, "Can't you take it off?"
His Royal Highness Xiao Wang was silent for a moment: "Yes."
There were soldiers patrolling and talking outside the tent. Although the heavy door curtain was firmly fixed to the ground, when the wind was stronger, a bit of cool air would still sneak in, making people feel pimples all over their bodies. Ji Yanran pulled off the quilt without saying a word, and covered her tightly, just when the master of Yunmen lamented that something was wrong, and felt that he was probably going to be forced to sleep well again, there was a wet and soft touch on his lips.
Ji Yanran pressed his hand on the side of the pillow, kissed affectionately and hotly, her rapid breathing intertwined, no matter how cold the night was, it should be hot. The silk satin brocade was crumpled into a mess, covering the head but not the legs. In this dark and narrow space, Yun Yifeng felt that he was almost melted into a ball by his fatal kisses and love words, and his whole face was covered. It was hot, and the body was even hotter, but the bare feet were hanging outside, blown by the cold wind so that there was no trace of heat, and it became more and more like a piece of cold fine jade.
The conditions in the army are difficult, and His Royal Highness Xiao Wang's bridal chamber is even more expensive than that of a rich man.
Yun Yifeng was lying on the pillow, her black hair slid over her shoulders like satin, and the hideous burn was about to fade away. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but I always felt that the newly grown skin was more ticklish, such as at this time , only being swept away by the breath, he was already shrinking and trying to hide forward. Ji Yanran pressed his thin waist, leaned over and hugged him even tighter.
"Don't be afraid."
The low and hoarse words made Yun Yifeng's heart tremble, and he turned his head to look at him, but his eyes were gently covered.
In this way, only the fragrance of flowers remains in the world.
When it was almost dawn, the empty porcelain jar rolled to the ground with a "snap", and even the lid broke.
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