On the small flat slope just formed below Qingshuijian, Lan Ye has already regrouped the remaining two or three thousand troops, lined up, and prepared to meet the enemy!
The sound of the horn in the distance is getting closer and closer, and the battle is imminent!
"Here we come! Yuchi Wuyou's people are here to kill you!" Lan Sheng rode on the horse and turned to face Lan Ye who was beside him.
Lan Ye's eyes were burning, "Okay! I've been waiting for this moment for a long time! He Yuchi Wuyou plotted against my thousands of soldiers, if he doesn't kill him... there is no way to vent his anger!"
Zongzheng Fusu's troops quickly descended from Qingshuijian, came to the flat ground, and confronted Lan Ye's troops, and the two sides were in a stalemate.
"Master Lan, you are not as good as me in marching and fighting. It is still possible to win me with 20,000 horses. Now there are only 3,000 remnants left. I only need 300 elite soldiers to break through! You..." Zongzheng Fu Su paused, and slowly raised his middle finger towards him, "It's not my opponent at all!"
"Yuchi Wuyou! You are too crazy!" Lan Ye's eyes turned hard, "You declared victory before the battle was fought! Have you forgotten that half a year ago, you lost to our Lan family? , lost one hundred and eight lives of your former prince's mansion!"
Zongzheng Fusu ignored his provocation.
The calmer he was, the angrier Lan Ye became, "Oh... no, I was wrong! It's not one hundred and eight lives, but one hundred and six lives! The other two living people, one is you, and the other is you. There is one... Do you want to guess who it is?!"
Zongzheng Fusu's eyes sank, and he stared at him with burning eyes.
Lan Ye waved his hand and said, "Bring that stinky bitch to me!"
Yuying has already shed her black killer outfit and put on a light pink long skirt. Her messy long hair was also pulled up and twisted into a gentle and dignified falling moon bun. Everything has become her again. The appearance when she just married Yuchi Wuyou three years ago is just three dirty words branded on her face... already, it can't be cleaned up!
When Zongzheng Fusu suddenly saw her figure, he froze.
"Yuchi Wuyou, do you still remember her? Do you still remember the woman you loved so desperately?" Lan Ye jumped off his horse, drew his long sword, and pressed it on Yuying's neck, "If you can't remember , you just take a step forward, this handsome man will let you see her face clearly!"
Zongzheng Fusu stood there in a daze, without saying a word. The surrounding soldiers obviously recognized the woman, and they all forgot to breathe in shock. The long swords that were held high in their hands drooped, and their morale disappeared in an instant. Everyone just stared at the black figure in front of them silently, waiting for his order.
Dongfang Jing herself was considered tall, but she seemed short among such a group of big men. In order to prevent Wuyou from discovering her existence, she deliberately changed her appearance and hid in the back row... Hearing the sound of sprinting ahead suddenly stopped, she moved away unconsciously, looked forward along the gap, and tried hard to See clearly... what's going on in front of you!
In the middle of a group of black armors, she seemed to see a touch of bright pink.
Although the night was dark, she could vaguely recognize it as a woman with the torches shining on the mountain!
What kind of woman is that
Because of the distance, she could only see the outline.
But Wuyou's war horse stopped, for a woman... At the critical moment, he suddenly put down the long sword in his hand!