Miss Xu smiled and looked at him tenderly, with an elegant expression.
Her soft words kept echoing in Lin Wanrong's ears, making Lin Wanrong stunned for a while. That's right, am I stupid? How can I take such a dangerous matter on my own head? This is not my style! Any man who is full of passion will throw himself into it involuntarily. This is the desire hidden in everyone's heart. Even a cunning and treacherous person like him, who never loses money, is no exception.
Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Miss Xu smiled sweetly: "This doesn't match your usual temperament. Are you really ready to leave your beautiful family behind and do something where life and death are uncertain?"
Lin Wanrong sighed for a long time, and said helplessly: "Do you think I want to go? But some things must be done by someone. The most hateful thing is that I am still the most suitable person to do this matter-except I think I am unlucky, I What else can I do?"
He shook his head and said miserable, but the meaning was very clear—he was determined to go.
Xu Zhiqing stared blankly at him, and suddenly remembered many things, the first meeting in the Jade Buddha Temple, the second meeting at the Jinghua College, the Xiangguo Temple saying that Lanzan praises the quiet grass, and casting a net by the Weishan Lake to fish for silver. He was laughing and joking, and he didn't lose any of the advantages he should have taken. His frivolous appearance has long been deeply rooted in his heart. Unexpectedly, on the battlefield, he is also a heroic man with strong bones, and even Turkic people who are as fierce as wolves are afraid of him three points. Heroic and frivolous, two extreme personalities appear in the same person, making people happy and worrying. But I don't know which one I like more.
Seeing Xu Zhiqing staring at her, her face sometimes red and sometimes white, sometimes happy and sometimes sad, she didn't know what the symptoms were. Lin Wanrong hastily stretched out his palm and waved it in front of her eyes: "Miss Xu, what's wrong with you? Oh, look at you, it seems that you are suffering from the wind and cold. Quickly stretch out your hands, and I'll take your pulse."
"You're just playing around." Xu Zhiqing rolled her eyes at him, her cheeks burning hot: "I'm thinking about your proposal, and I don't know if what you said is true or not."
"Really?" Lin Wanrong stared at her cheek and hehe said: "Miss Xu, I will teach you a trick. When a person tells a lie, the base of his ears will definitely turn red. If you don't believe me, feel it."
Xu Zhiqing stretched out her little hand subconsciously. Fang was about to touch the base of his ear, and suddenly he woke up, and said anxiously: "What are you doing?! You are bluffing me again, you are the one with red ears! You have red ears every day!"
Hehehehe, Lin Wanrong looked at her and smiled triumphantly. Xu Zhiqing hurriedly lowered her head, her ears were burning like fire, the two of them were speechless for a moment. The atmosphere is charming and warm.
"You should write back to them earlier." Seeing him holding the portraits of the wives tightly in his hands, Xu Zhiqing said quietly, "Looking forward to the growth of flowers, lovesickness stimulates the heart. The feeling of parting is the most delicious. Sad, don't treat these good women lightly."
Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "Of course I have to reply. I'll go back and boil water to wash the whites later, and then draw a photo and send it home. It's Ning'er's favorite."
"Frivolous." Although he said it in a secretive way. But Ms. Xu has been with him for a long time, and she can tell what his portrait will look like just by looking at his ugly face. She couldn't help but blushed and spat, and said, "The thing you're talking about runs through the canyon of Helan Mountain. Where did you hear it from?"
Speaking of business, Lin Wanrong stopped laughing, and his face became very serious: "Don't worry about where I heard it from, Miss Xu, I just ask you, do you believe me?"
Xu Zhiqing neither nodded nor shook her head, she said quietly: "I believe in Ning'er."
What this girl said was absurd, and Lin Wanrong said: "That's fine. Winning seeks from danger, and the gain is directly proportional to the effort. Under the current situation, no matter whether this road exists or not, we must die." It's better to be a live horse doctor than to stay here and wait for the barbarians to attack. Besides, if I really find it—"
Xu Zhiqing's face was pale, she cut off his words, and said lightly: "But if this is a dead end—"
A dead end? Lin Wanrong was stunned for a moment. Seeing Miss Xu's eyes full of tears, he suddenly smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't die. My second lady always said that good people don't live long, and bad people live a thousand years. I firmly believe that my good days are still long."
Seeing that he had made up his mind and there was no reluctance in his smile, Xu Zhiqing was silent for a while, and finally gritted her teeth: "Okay, I will report to the Marshal and order you to lead the army across Helan Mountain from east to west, and surprise the barbarian fortress Saiba Yanhaote."
Lin Wanrong nodded, feeling heavy in his heart. The East-West Corridor of Helan Mountain only existed in his memory, and he was not at all sure whether he could walk through this road. But the situation is pressing, the Turkic iron cavalry is advancing step by step, and in a few days they will come to the foot of Helan Mountain. The surprise attack on Bayanhot is the most unexpected and effective move. Of course, it is accompanied by many dangers and difficulties.
"With the current marching speed of the Hu people, they will be in front of Helan Mountain within three days and start a big battle with our army. These two north-south grand canyons are the last barrier in front of Xingqing Mansion, and they are also the barrier for our army to defend. I assure you that Helan Mountain will not fall within ten days from the time when the barbarians arrive at the foot of the mountain." Xu Zhiqing raised her eyebrows lightly, and said firmly, holding her hands tightly.
There are two grand canyons running north-south, and Xu Zhiqing has to divide her troops to defend them, and she can't let go of either one. But the Turkic people hold the initiative, but they can concentrate their forces to choose one and attack it. In order to buy time for his surprise attack on Bayanhot, Xu Zhiqing had to lead the army to defend Helan Mountain for more than ten days, which was twice as much as originally expected. One can imagine the great pressure.
It's all here, what else can I say other than nodding. Lin Wanrong sighed deeply: "Thank you, Miss Xu."
Xu Zhiqing's eyes were slightly red, and she said softly: "You, thank you for no reason, is it your family's business to fight against the barbarians?"
That's true, Lin Wanrong smiled, nodded and said: "In this case, I will go back to the camp to make arrangements now. In order to buy time, we will leave early tomorrow morning."
Xu Zhiqing hummed, but did not speak. Lin Wanrong turned around and walked away, just as she was about to step out of the tent, she heard Miss Xu softly calling: "Lin San—"
Lin Wanrong turned her head and saw Ms. Xu's eyes were like mist, her face was blushing a little, and she slowly took off the helmet with slender hands, revealing her head full of black silk and black hair, like the most beautiful silk in the south of the Yangtze River, hanging down to her shoulders softly.
With snow skin, phoenix eyes, willow eyebrows, and cherry lips, her figure is like a willow drooping by the lake. Xu Zhiqing, without her uniform, is charming, gentle and beautiful, her youth in an instant overwhelms the wind and frost of the desert.
"Miss Xu, you—" Lin Wanrong licked her chapped lips and was stunned.
Xu Zhiqing smiled shyly: "Does it look good?!"
"Looks good, looks good." Lin Wanrong nodded silly.
Xu Zhiqing looked at him and whispered softly: "Do you still remember the story of the sand burial I told you?"
"So cruel, remember."
The mist in Xu Zhiqing's eyes slowly rose, and she murmured softly: "I exchanged the thoughts of every life for a grain of sand sprinkled by the sky, and thus, there was the vast Taklama!"
Hearing the story of the sand burial again, it was really touching. Looking at Ms. Xu's cheeks covered with tears, Lin Wanrong's lips were murmured, unable to utter a word.
Xu Zhiqing suddenly smiled sweetly, incomparably beautiful: "Lin San, can you promise me one thing?"
"Okay, okay," Lin Wanrong nodded hastily: "Don't say one, even a hundred, I agree."
"I only want one piece." Xu Zhiqing stared at him, her long eyelashes trembling, her big tears dripping silently: "Please remember, you must come back!! If not, who will I wear my most beautiful clothes for? Where will my body be buried?"
Looking at Xu Zhiqing's crystal clear teardrops and beautiful and pure smile, Lin Wanrong was silently stunned, as if his heart was filled with air, fluttering, and in an instant, he even forgot himself...
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Under the setting sun, a white horse pierced through the wind, sand and setting sun like a sharp arrow, and galloped straight to the camp on the right. The shadow under the afterglow dragged into a long oblique line.
"General Lin is back!" Du Xiuyuan stood up abruptly with eager eyes.
Hu Bugui moved even more hastily, he took two steps forward to grab the horse that had already entered the camp and slowed down. Quickly said: "General, the military division agrees?"
Lin Wanrong got off the horse and nodded lightly: "Yes."
"Allowed?" Hu Bugui was overjoyed: "Great, this time the Turkic people will be overwhelmed, fuck."
Gao Chief's eyes were very good, he stared at him and wondered: "Brother, what's wrong with you, your eye circles are red?"
"Oh, I go fast on horseback, the wind and sand are too strong." I thought of the breathtaking eyes of the beautiful female military division. Lin Wanrong is both sweet and heart-wrenching. He sighed softly, shook his head to dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind, pulled out Hu Bugui and said, "Brother Hu. Is there any answer to what I asked you to inquire about?"
Hu Bugui nodded, and took out a yellowed skin from his arms and handed it to him: "I visited the few remaining hunters in Helan Mountain in the past two days, and from what they said, there was indeed a legend. Someone crossed the After crossing the Helan Mountains, I also saw Bayanhot’s golden fur. It’s just that it’s a long time ago, and it’s all about Orion legends. We have no way of verifying it. This fur was found in an Orion’s home. I think the arrow seems to be Go northwest and get it back."
The leather is very old, and most of the marks drawn with charcoal on it, except for a few mountain ranges marked with triangles, can no longer be discerned, but the final direction of the arrow is indeed heading northwest, as Hu Bugui said. . Lin Wanrong took a few glances. Comparing with the map in my memory, I only feel that it is plausible, and it is far more blurred than clear.
But this piece of sheepskin at least proves one point, indeed, there have been some brave hunters who have explored in this area. It is not too far away to traverse Helan according to the west, and Lin Wanrong feels more at ease.
"Brother Hu, have all the brothers gathered?" He put the skin in his arms and said in a deep voice.
Hu Bugui gave a thumbs up and said excitedly: "I carefully selected the eight thousand brothers. They are all very good men. I only heard that this trip was close to death, but no one frowned."
"My Dahua never lacks heroes!" Lin Wanrong patted him on the shoulder and smiled gratifiedly.
Du Xiuyuan looked at his smile, and snorted dissatisfiedly: "General Lin, why can Lao Hu go, but I can't?"
"Brother Du, do we still need to pay attention to these things?" Lin Wanrong said indifferently: "This time the attack on Bayanhot is led by combat power, and my army on the right needs to be guarded by resourceful people. Look at our army, Besides you, who else can be it? Besides, I put you in the most dangerous city in the Battle of Wuyuan, and your courage is obvious to all, and there is no need to prove it."
Lin Wanrong's majesty was the result of a bloody battle. Which one of his subordinates refused to accept it? Although Du Xiuyuan was disappointed, he had no choice but to accept the general order.
The night before departure is the most difficult. Facing a journey where life and death are uncertain, who can sleep peacefully? Slowly stroking the portraits of the wives, remembering the experience of knowing and acquainting with them, scenes emerge in front of my eyes, warm and romantic, and my memory is still vivid. Xin, Lin Wanrong was full of sorrow and joy, and there was an indescribably depressing feeling.
I wanted to return a letter to my family, presenting Lin Lang's picture of naked bathing, but I just started to write, but I couldn't help it. On the top of the high Helan Mountain, a young general whose face could not be seen clearly, holding a long sword in his hand, raised his head to the sky and howled angrily. This is a true portrayal of his mood at the moment.
Put the picture of General Lin shaking the enemy's gallbladder in an envelope, and look at the sky, it is already five o'clock. Gao Chief, Hu Bugui, and Brother Baqian were all ready to go, and they were all waiting for him.
The young cheeks were full of admiration and confidence for General Lin, which was an unparalleled spiritual power, which made Lin Wanrong's heart surge when he saw it. He tried his best to poke the horse's head, and shouted: "The target is the northern foot of Helan Mountain, Bayanhaote, let's go—"
The sound of horseshoes ticking and crisp broke the silence of Helan Mountain before dawn. A group of strong Dahua sergeants meandered up the east foot, gradually sinking into the long valley.
The deep and elegant sound of the Matouqin drifted slowly like the fog in the desert, and the desolate singing of the woman Qingyue came from nowhere, echoing in the heart of the heart:
"The wind of my hometown caresses my face,
The fragrance of herbage permeates my heart;
Herds of bulls are haunting, and the shepherd boy is still sitting on horseback,
The melodious long tone escorts you to a distant place... "