After receiving the order of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, Wang Zhiyi felt that he should be asking Xin Wang Zhao Zhen for instructions, so he asked for instructions. "What am I going to do, Chitose?" Wang Zhiyi said.
"Are you the chief of the guard or I am the chief of the guard? Act according to the occasion, and judge for yourself." Xinwang Zhao Zhen replied: "Your brother or that idiot can become a general in charge of one side, and I believe you will be fine."
"Huh?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen said solemnly: "I just help him plan his life with you."
"Understand," Wang Zhiyi bowed and said, "It is an honor to be prepared."
"Go." Xinwang Zhao Zhen nodded. But when he saw the girl in red limping over, Wang Zhiyi couldn't help but sighed as he passed by the other party: "It's really like Miss Luo Yueer's figure, Tong Yan's huge breasts are white and tender, so you're my lord. I like this type." But before he finished speaking, he was rewarded with a big roll of eyes. Ma Yueying gritted his teeth and glanced at this guy, and passed him by, walking to the letter Wang Zhao Zhen.
The letter king Zhao Zhen asked: "Ma Yueying, are you okay?"
Ma Yueying was taken aback for a moment: "En?"
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen looked at him. "I'm fine." The girl in red wiped the blood off her face, and replied casually: "It's just Chitose, he is on the first..."
"I know." Xinwang Zhao Zhen nodded and said: "The number one is injured internally, but it is not serious. I believe his recovery time will not be long.
Ma Yueying glanced at the young prince.
He vaguely knew the special relationship between the fighters of the King’s Army Special Forces and the King Zhao Zhen, as well as their consistent way of doing things. Although a little strange, he nodded and stopped asking. Just make sure that there is nothing wrong with No.1, although Xinwang Zhaozhen did not answer, but he already got the answer he wanted from Xinwang Zhaozhen's face. Because he knows that Xinwang Zhaozhen is by no means the kind of person who is indifferent to the deployment of his men.
The situation on the battlefield is changing. In fact, the swordsmen and disciples of the Jianghu swordsman have crossed the last line of defense of the guards outside the mansion.
After Cui Meng retreated, he immediately issued an order to the army led by Mo to retreat into the mansion, but he did not expect that because of his own order, the situation on the battlefield became more difficult to clean up for a while.
Cui Meng, a fierce general, is already used to commanding the Golden Army in battle. Although he also understands the habits of the Song Army, he still needs to talk about his grasp of the Song Army’s psychology. After all, he can't keep up with the real Song Army generals. When the torrent of swordsmen and disciples of the rivers and lakes formed a sporadic remaining Golden Army, after losing the support of the Golden Army, the army under Mo's leadership was distracted and there was no room for a foothold. Originally, the army was shaken, let alone a retreat, the morale of the army under Mo commander was completely depleted, and it was like a duck that was driven away. This is the belief Wang Zhao Zhen hoped to solve the problem once and for all, and drove these people into the Mo Mansion to solve it together, and specifically ordered Cui Meng to instruct Shan Hongfei not to rush to kill. Otherwise, it is estimated that these domineering soldiers would have been crying for their fathers and mothers at this moment.
At this, Cui Meng could only feel stunned.
In fact, when Cui Meng turned on his horse, it happened to see such a collapse of the army. He couldn't help but yelled in secret: "A bunch of eateries, idiots!"
But cursing is meaningless, and Cui Meng understands this. He raised his head and saw the shining Venus star in the night sky. He wished that the main force of Marshal Wushu would be here, and he would be able to pile up the letter to Wang Zhaozhen with the tactics of the sea of people. However, he also knew that this was just a delusion, because the main force of Wushu had a more important task of resisting the main force of the King's Army in the northern realm, and the main force was also used to confront the army of the King's Army. Moreover, even if he could come, he would have to break through the joint blockade of Song Jun and Xinwang Jun. That was impossible, so he couldn't appear in this place.
He understood that Wu Shu privately assigned a part of the elite to him, and Zhao Gou agreed that it was already the limit for them to go south to his control area.
But what frustrated him was that the letter Wang Zhao Zhen lost nearly 10% of his strength before and after his shot. Fortunately, it was just a Mongolian archer.
However, it is not that simple to say that the King of Letters has won now.
There are also a hundred guards in the inner city, most of them are cavalry soldiers who do not lead privately raised private soldiers, relying on them can support for a period of time, but in this case, only taking away the leader of the people is the safest Methods. As for whether he can support until the army arrives, it is difficult to say. He is unwilling to take risks. Thinking of this, Cui Meng silently turned his gaze to the north.
"Young humans, the fight between us continues."
Cui Hu urged the war horse to cross the ruined soldiers and enter the mansion as quickly as possible.
He has a black helmet and black armor, dragging a long cloak, like a black lightning passing through the palace gate. Entering the palace gate, Cui Meng issued an order to let the soldiers in the porch close the palace gate. He decisively gave up the cumbersome plan behind reorganizing, not to mention whether the young King Letter would give him this time, and Cui Meng didn't plan to let these people attack the mansion, so as not to let the other party have a chance.
As for the dead or alive of those Song soldiers who are out of combat effectiveness, what does it have to do with him
However, when the general of the Golden Army of the Golden State Army came to the wall of the mansion with a new suit, he found that the king of faith, Zhao Zhen, his Jianghu swordsman, and his disciples had arrived under the tall walls of the mansion. The speed is faster than even he thought. Under their impact, the soldiers were fleeing along the streets on both sides of the mansion, without any deterrent effect at all. He turned his head and saw Mo Tongling wearing a silk robe standing beside him, his face turned pale.
"Master Cui?" The Master Mo commander couldn't help asking.
"I can't stop them here." Cui Meng glanced down and replied coldly: "If you want to save your life, you have to follow me."
Commander Mo was taken aback, he didn't expect that even the famous and famous Golden Army would be defeated. "What about my people?" he asked in a low voice.
"You can control them?" The shrewd eyes under the metal mask gave him a cold look.
Mo commanded a suffocation.
He was about to say something, but suddenly he heard an exclamation around him. Both of them turned their heads at the same time, but they happened to see a few people wearing short sleeves, pushing a catapult, and walking out of the crowd. They lit torches and held gunpowder bombs.
Commander Mo was startled. It was a firearm in the Shimen Armory. He obviously let people destroy those firearms, but he didn't expect to be gotten by the letter king. But Cui Meng already roared: "It's a firearm, stop them!"
But it was too late, Wang Zhiyi had already put his hand down and said: "Fire!"
On Shimen Street, a group of people wearing common clothes and holding weapons are advancing fast. But the surroundings were silent.
"No enemy was found." "No enemy was found here either."
"There are no such damn dog officials and golden men here either." The shouts were one after another on the empty streets. Miao Yufeng turned his head, a shallow gloss reflected in anxious pupils. Where did the golden army and officers and soldiers go? The female creditor's slender fingers rested motionlessly on the hilt of the rapier, and the doubt in her heart was like a mist that gradually spread out and could not see her fingers. Everyone looked around in the mist, but found nothing.
The swordsmen of the rivers and lakes and the disciples who helped the disciples moved forward in the darkness, their footsteps rustling. All the unknown lurked under the loneliness of the night, a consequence of a rebellious uprising and an opposition from the government, invisibly grabbing everyone's soul. Fear was like a shadow that hung over everyone's heads. He didn't need to speak, but also strangled everyone's throats. Everyone looked around with shining eyes in the dark, for fear that the golden army and officers and soldiers who suddenly disappeared without a trace would gush out from a certain alley and surround them. .
They traversed half of the city, thinking they would encounter the bloodthirsty enemies head-on on the way, and then start a desperate fight. But the enemy seems to exist only in imagination, and the golden army and the official army here seem to have never existed before. Miao Yufeng turned around suspiciously. The light from a lighting torch in a teenager's hand penetrated into the depths of his pupils, reflecting the other side's face that was pale and bloodless due to malnutrition.
"The village master?" the boy asked. "What are you doing?"
"Did the believer make a wrong judgment?" He whispered, "Will they go around elsewhere?"
"Impossible." The female village master categorically denied this judgment and said: "The battlefield is racing against time. The opponents will not be so stupid that they don't know the direction of our attack."
"But..." The boy wanted to say something more, but someone in front of him shouted: "The village master!"
Both of them were startled and looked over there at the same time.
"What's the matter?" "The corpse and traces of the fight were found." The man shouted: "The village master, come and take a look."
Miao Yufeng and the boy glanced at each other, nodded and followed, but when the two turned the corner of the street, they were stunned.
A scene on the long street has completely changed.
It seemed that there had been a fierce battle. Looking around, there was almost no one exposed on the slabs on the street, and there were corpses one after another as far as the eye could see. The cracked wall seemed to be overturned by some powerful force. Some bricks were even lifted tens of meters away. At least there has been a big battle here.
Miao Yufeng raised his head and saw a thick brick wall not far away sinking inward, collapsing to one side. She took a light breath and walked forward, looking at the corpses of the Jin Army and Song Army who were stumbling in the mud pit, and the people in commoners who were too late to clean up.
"Who are the people?" The head of the female guardian looked at the corpses and frowned. The corpses were dressed just like the poor people outside the city. This is a good explanation, but there are a lot of golden soldiers next to the bodies of these people. How should we understand? He observed it carefully and found that the casualty ratio was close to five to one, which meant that there were at least five golden army wrecks next to a civilian's body. With this exchange ratio, if the poor people outside the city had this fighting capacity, Miao Yufeng would have to wonder how Mo Lieutenant lived to this day.
The Jianghu swordsman and the disciples all shook their heads.
There was a flash in Miao Yufeng's eyes, something that happened this night was beyond her cognition. At this time, there was a sound of horseshoes in the street, and everyone raised their heads and saw the two riders galloping over in the night and stopped in front of them. They were the scouts sent out earlier. The female village master immediately recovered from his thoughts. He raised his head and asked: "What's wrong, is there anything to discover before?"
"The village master!" The rider replied immediately: "There is a sound of fighting in the direction of the city gate."
Is there a sound of fighting in the direction of the city gate
This means that these refugees actually pushed back the officers and soldiers supported by the Jin Army
Everyone stopped and couldn't help looking at each other. What kind of situation is this
In the darkness, the light of the torch flickered.
The young girl sat quietly in front of the torch, the bright red flames outlined the soft lines of his cheeks, between bright and dark, the graceful lines extended to the beautiful shadow of the neck under the collarbone. Her dark eyes refracted fire, as if the deepest part of her pupils
Light up a swaying flame. At this time, the girl was quietly pursing her lips, putting her hands on her knees, motionless.
With a loud "bang", a flame that can only be hugged by two people suddenly rose from the ground, carrying gravel and mud, and hitting the ocean under the supporting Mo commander's army. The fire wave swept across, "Cracking!" 'There was a chaotic sound, and countless broken bodies were thrown high and swept to one side.
A tall, indifferent man dressed in animal skin robes stood on the wall and directed a group of poor people to throw thunderbolts, as if cleaning up rubbish, bombarding the golden men and the army commanded by Mo again and again. Retreat. And the barbarian warriors who stood beside them, covered in cloth clothes, were staring at the attack of the enemy below with faint eyes, ready to repel the sneak attacks of the golden warrior masters hidden among the mob.
The battle has lasted for half an hour, but finally a tall barbarian walked up to the girl, bowed his head respectfully and said: "Miss Ji Qianqian, it seems that there is reinforcements."
Ji Qianqian's eyes flashed: "Who?" He asked.
"It seems to be the swordsmen and gang disciples of the people in the rivers and lakes, and some people who have rebelled."
She looked back at the wall, then turned her head back without saying a word, and nodded. Then he turned around slightly and saw Luo Yueer was holding her precious package in both hands, with her upper body completely lying on the battlement on the other side. She was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed at this time, her long eyelashes hanging down like a brush, her beautiful face flushed against the firelight, and she was charming and tender, and it was lovely.
Ji Qianqian sighed weakly, stretched out and patted the girl's face.
Luo Yueer immediately smashed his mouth, waved his hand and muttered softly, "What's the matter!"
Ji Qianqian suddenly felt a feeling of loss of strength.
"Luo Yueer."
"I know, I know." Luo Yueer frowned, but her eyes didn't open.
Miao Yufeng was taken aback when she saw Ji Qianqian for the first time. The mature female village owner couldn't help but frowned. She finally saw the strangely dressed guys. Those barbarians had a large number of thunderbolts in their hands, and the officers and soldiers outside the city gate and a small number of Golden Army warriors had little effect under the suppression of their firearms. Not to mention that they are late, it is estimated that they will not come, I am afraid there will be no change in the outcome of the battle here. But in his heart he couldn't help but think of how sacred these people were. She doesn't know if these people are the young Xinwang's subordinates, but if they are, does it mean that the other party has never believed in herself at all
Then, on the side of Huazhonglong, the letter king Zhao Zhen should also have some follow-up measures.
He took a breath, and even though he knew it was normal, he still felt a little uncomfortable. It was as if he had made up his mind and worked hard, but in the end he was denied his courage by others. Although his mind was mature and determined, he still had some expectations. Especially during the battle that day and night, after witnessing the faithful king Zhao Zhen's accomplice of Mo commander, she had a faint hope in her heart, hoping that this would be an opportunity to change her destiny.
In this troubled world, there is no peace forever. She hopes that the believer Zhao Zhen is a master Zi worthy of following, at least so that most of her people can live a good life. But as expected, the rich and powerful are ordinary people, no matter how different they are, but they will always think about how to plan other people all day long, so they are full of suspicion about other people and don't trust anyone. Even the believer Zhao Zhen could not escape this circle. The female village master swept her long hair behind her ears, and she became silent when she thought of this.
But Ji Qianqian raised her head and looked at this woman who was one head taller than herself, her expression calm and motionless, as if she did not show any weakness. These should be the swordsmen of the Jianghu that the King Qiansui conquered? He thought, and then he thought about it for a moment, and he probably sorted out the thoughts of believing in Wang Zhaozhen. However, seeing each other's every move in his eyes, a glimmer of understanding suddenly flashed. She opened the mouth and said, "May I ask who you are?"
Miao Yufeng looked at this little girl. Although the other person was much younger than him, he still felt a faint sense of oppression.
"Another amazing little girl." The female village master sneered in her heart, but she said with a teasing tone when she spoke. She said: "Miao Yufeng, the village master group of the Golden Flower Village, we are the King of Letters. Sent by Chitose, who are you little girl?"
The temptation came. Ji Qianqian smiled softly in her heart, but replied without changing her face: "I am also a subordinate of Xin Wang Qiansui. To be precise, I am his master craftsman and temporary staff." He stretched out his hand flatly: "This This is Miss Luo Yueer, who is the fiancee of Wang Qiansui."
Miss Luo yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily.
Sure enough, he was a believer in the king, and Miao Yufeng's heart moved. Disgust and disappointment flashed in his eyes.
This trace of disappointment and disgust did not escape Ji Qianqian's eyes. Sure enough, the same thought as Miao Yufeng flashed in his mind, but his expression turned coldly and he said coldly, "But Ms. Miao Yufeng, please don’t be suspicious. Although I appeared here as a subordinate of Chitose, I didn’t It doesn’t mean that I agree with his approach." She raised her head and looked at the female village master with a cold face: “So, the village master, please help me tell Lord Chitose.” Miao Yufeng was a little surprised. What can she do? Need to tell the letter to Wang Zhao Zhen yourself