Iron hoofs, cold winds on the tail of the clothes, rushing in the dark night, vaguely, you can also see the cotton sleeves tied to the horse's hooves. Ning Chen's eyes narrowed even tighter. The military advisor from Beimeng really couldn't make mistakes in any detail. How big was the impact of the cotton sleeves? It's not really big, a simple description is nothing more than hearing this clanking iron from ten miles away or nine miles away.
Just hooves.
However, on the battlefield, a difference of one mile can lead to completely different results. The military division of Beimeng did not make any mistakes in this detail.
The general leading the troops was a master. The closer he got, the harder it would be to conceal the aura of such a strong man. Ning Chen slowly bent his bow, took an arrow, and was about to shoot it, but after a while, he retracted it.
"Is Niangniang safe?" Ning Chen turned around, looked at the woman beside him, and asked softly.
Qing Ning nodded. Now the eldest grandson's camp is surrounded by experts in the army. As long as it is not a strong man like the one who assassinated Wuhou before, the mother's safety will be absolutely safe.
In the assassination a few days ago, although the Marquis of Taiping was seriously injured, the three swordsmen were not much better, and it was impossible for them to have the ability to shoot in a short period of time.
"Then I'm relieved." After he finished speaking, Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and walked down from the heights, saying, "Sister Qingming, let's go and say hello to the military advisor of Beimeng Wangting"
Since he only has the ability of one arrow, why not give it to the woman in Beimeng.
Qing Ning's expression was startled, but she didn't stop her. With her here, nothing would happen to Ning Chen.
Moments later, a carriage departed from the barracks and quickly disappeared into the darkness while the night fell.
The distance of two hundred miles is not too far, an hour is enough for a fast horse to gallop, and the speed of the carriage is not as fast as that of a fast horse, but after an hour and a half, it will reach the northern Mongolian military camp.
Ning Chen found a place with a slightly higher terrain, then looked at the direction of the Beimeng military camp, and bent the bow in his hand again.
In front of the Beimeng camp, Fan Lingyue stood in the cold wind, quietly looking at the direction of the Daxia military camp, her eyes were calm and ruthless.
The light blue clothes are simple but revealing dignity. Fan Lingyue's identity is not difficult to identify. Ning Chen felt a sense of familiarity after seeing the light blue clothes. .
It was her, the woman who happened to meet in Luoyue City, Yueling.
Everyone who listens to the moon, listens to the moon, and moon spirits is really a fool of fate, full of nonsense.
No wonder the eighth prince of Daxia died so simply. It turned out that at that time, she appeared for this reason.
Naturally, there is no reason to retract the bowed bow. In this cold wind, Ning Chen's eyes were cold and terrifying.
Just as Tongfan Lingyue said, she and Ning Chen are very similar people, and there is an extremely ruthless heart hidden under the calm appearance.
Compassionate each other, and even chatting happily, can't stop the determination of the two to kill each other.
The arrows in the cold wind passed like shooting stars, and the silver light was so dazzling in the night sky.
However, this stunning arrow was caught by one hand, and the young general appeared in front of Fan Lingyue, covering the sky with one hand, blocking this ruthless arrow.
"Sister Qingming, let's go," Ning Chen said softly.
"Yes," Lime replied.
The two got into the carriage, left quickly, and disappeared into the darkness again after a while.
In front of the Beimeng military camp, the young general frowned as he looked at the direction the arrow was flying. He didn't understand who was going to assassinate the military division.
"He is Ning Chen"
Fan Lingyue said lightly, then turned around and walked towards the tent, but the two of them still met.
"It's a pity that the three thousand light cavalry" Fan Lingyue knew that the attack on the camp had failed. She once said that they were very similar, not only ruthless, but also scheming. The old general in the Daxia military camp was a mediocre, Ning Chen But not, on the contrary, he is not only not mediocre, but also a very intelligent
Ming people.
In the dark night, the speeding carriage passed a vague shadow. Ning Chen sat in the carriage, his face slightly pale, the arrow just now was too much for him at the moment.
He was already prepared for failing to kill Fan Lingyue, but he still wanted to say a word now.
Fucking genius!
The young general was obviously not much older than him, but at least he was at the pinnacle of the ninth rank. When did this world have so many geniuses as dogs.
He has practiced hard for so long, and there are always experts around him to guide him, and he is not lacking even innate.
Fate is so fucking unfair to that old woman.
When the two returned to the barracks, the battle was over, and the three thousand light cavalry had basically been shot into a hornet's nest by bows and arrows. Even if one or two hundred people fled in the dark, nothing would change.
Seeing the two returning in the carriage, Changsun frowned and said, "What are you doing?"
Ning Chen got off the carriage and said honestly, "Go and say hello to the military advisor of Beimeng Royal Court."
Lime nodded to the side, indicating that it was true.
The eldest grandson didn't ask any more questions, and snorted softly: "Don't be so foolish in the future."
Ning Chen and Qing Ning glanced at each other, and immediately separated again in a tacit understanding. It seemed that the eldest grandson was in a good mood, he didn't ask more questions, and he didn't scold anyone.
The three thousand light cavalry did not bring anything on their bodies. The horses and light armor were dead, bad and bad, and there was no easy recovery. However, this was a victory anyway, and most of the soldiers who were awakened in the middle of the night had some excited.
It turned out that the Empress had already arrived in Beimeng to attack the camp, and the voice of a thousand years spread throughout the entire Daxia military camp.
Changsun accepted it calmly, and after boosting the morale of the generals, he returned to the account with a hint of relief to rest.
Ning Chen wanted to shout, I guessed it, I guessed it!
Unfortunately, he didn't dare.
The officers and men of Daxia need a hero who steps on colorful clouds to appear. Obviously, the empress who has a high reputation in Daxia is the most suitable candidate.
Ning Chen also returned to the account and rested. He was the most tired person tonight. That arrow consumed all his strength, and in the end it was not successful.
Fan Lingyue had to be pulled out from the young general beside her, this was Ning Chen's last thought before she lost consciousness.
On the second day, Li Ning, who had not seen Ning Chen for a long time, came directly to the tent and was about to pull him up from the bed, but it felt wrong. When he touched the former's forehead, he was shocked.
Too hot!
The medical officer in the army arrived soon after, and after taking Ning Chen's pulse, his face was extremely ugly.
This pulse is even more chaotic than that of Marquis Wu.
After hearing the news, the eldest grandson also rushed over, and when he saw the morbid redness on Ning Chen's face, his brows furrowed even tighter.
"It was fine last night, what's going on?" Zhangsun asked angrily.
Seeing that the queen was angry, the medical officer looked even more nervous, and hurriedly said, "Report to the maiden, this situation is caused by the wind and cold."
"Fenghan! How could he get windchill!" The eldest grandson was even more angry, and under his worries, he completely lost the virtuous appearance of the mother in the world on weekdays.
"This" the medical officer couldn't tell the reason. He didn't know the young man in front of him at all. He only knew that the latter was very trusted by the Empress and was always with him.
"Niangniang" Qing Ning stepped forward and said a few words in Zhangsun's ear.
After hearing this, the eldest grandson was furious and shouted, "He's ignorant, but you're still ignorant, how can you accompany him to make a fool of yourself!" She didn't ask much last night, thinking that the two of them hadn't gone to the Beimeng military camp to have a look. Circle, who would have thought that these two would be so bold as to assassinate the military advisor, let alone this kid's body, it's not easy to even stay awake, so he
Can't let her worry about snacks less!
"Zhi, treat Ben Gong, if you can't heal, come to see me!" The eldest grandson snorted angrily and said.
"Yes," the doctor replied tremblingly, and hurriedly went out to prepare medicinal materials and hot water.
Three hours later, Ning Chen woke up once, looked at the eldest grandson beside him, just said a few words, and then fainted again.
"Niangniang, no matter what, you must not be able to defend yourself. In addition, write a letter to the old marquis and ask him to lead his troops and horses to intercept Beimeng's food and grass. The number of people does not need to be too many, 50,000 is enough."
"Also, if Fan Lingyue really uses cavalry to attack, the goddess will put the 30,000 cavalry in the battalion. It's worth it for 30,000 to exchange for 20,000."
"Also, even if all the 150,000 people died in battle, we couldn't retreat. The defeat was like a mountain. She has 100,000 cavalry, and we couldn't retreat."
Even when he was seriously ill, Ning Chen's words were still calm and ruthless to the point of being terrifying. In one sentence, he would simply give up the lives of 30,000 cavalrymen in the battalion and even the entire battalion.
"You have a good rest, and other things will wait for you to get better." The eldest grandson couldn't bear it, neither agreed nor refused, but comforted softly.
Ning Chen smiled weakly, and before he could answer, he fell into a coma again.
Qing Ning was a little chilled when she listened to it again, it was the first time she had seen such a ruthless side of Ning Chen.
"Does it feel like he has changed?" The eldest grandson didn't look back, so he guessed what was in Lime's heart.
"Well, I'm not used to it," Lime replied honestly. "The weaker a person is, the less able he is to hide himself. Ning Chen is not an affectionate person. Everything he shows is shy and even harmless. It's for others to see. The longer you get in touch, the more you will feel to the ice that comes from his bones
cold"
When the words were over, the eldest grandson sighed lightly and continued, "In the entire army, as long as you and I don't have an accident, I am afraid that even if everyone else died cleanly, he would at most sigh in a hurtful way, then turn around and leave. won't take it to heart"
"This palace is more and more fortunate. When I first met in the palace, I dragged him into Weiyang Palace. Otherwise, if such a person becomes an enemy of Daxia, there will be a second military advisor in the world."
The more she heard what the eldest grandson said, the more frightened Qing Ning became. She never thought that Ning Chen, who dared not speak out in front of her and the niece, would be the one who made the niece look so highly, and even feared.
"Niangniang, Ning Chen will not be disadvantaged in the big summer." Qing Ning couldn't help but say something, she heard the fear in her voice, and couldn't help defending. "Haha." The eldest grandson smiled softly and said, "Don't worry, Ben Gong has no other intentions. Although he is ruthless, he is also the most important thing in his heart. Ben Gong never thought that he would turn his back on the emperor. Xia, of course, the premise is that you and I are still alive"