Snow fell between the sky and the earth, and the snowy field could not see the end at a glance. The cold wind was so cold that the horses screamed their noses. A group of Zhongnan's tired Zhongnan cavalry unloaded their armor and hung them on the side of the horse's back, even those of the demons. The battle flags were already crooked, and a group of people rushed across the snowy field, avoiding ice caves and icebergs as much as possible, otherwise the horses would not be able to pass.
The shallow wind seemed to be extremely cold, tightening the fox fur collar tightly, a thick layer of frost had already condensed on a pair of sword eyebrows, he frowned, as if he could smell something in his nose, he couldn't help but tremble. , Stayed in place.
"Marshal, what's the matter?" a lieutenant asked.
"There seems to be a smell of blood..." Qian Feng frowned.
"Smell of blood?"
"Well, how far is your Majesty's station from us, at most ten miles away."
Qianfeng felt a little uneasy in his heart, suddenly raised his whip to beat the horse, and shouted: "The front cavalry will follow me at full speed. Hurry up, everyone will drop their armor and march at full speed!"
A group of high-level demon cavalry were dumbfounded, and then followed the shallow wind with their horses.
The sound of horse hooves stepped on the ice, making a creaking sound. Thousands of cavalry marched together like an earthquake, and even cracks appeared on the ice, which seemed to collapse at any time.
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The smell of blood became stronger and stronger. When the horses of the shallow wind set foot on an unfrozen wasteland, the scene before them was unforgettable for a lifetime-the endless wasteland was full of corpses, the corpses of the demons, armored demon, winged man, and high class. The corpses of the demons were mixed together, and the fragments and limbs were everywhere. The war flags of the demons were toppled and broken, and flames were raging all around. Many of the bodies of the armor demon were still burning. Very unbearable.
"Your Majesty... Jinger..."
Shallow wind slid down the horse in a daze, and walked forward staggeringly, his boots stepped into the mud puddle full of blood, splashing blood all over his body.
Behind him, a group of Zhongnan cavalry were shocked.
Looking at the place like a purgatory field, they were so scared that they were so scared. This was a nightmare day for the demons. It was even more desolate than the fiasco on the Eight Wastes. The demons lost their last hope on this day and became the mainlanders. The soul of no master.
"Marshal Asakaze..." the lieutenant said with a bleak expression.
The shallow wind seemed to have not heard it, holding a long sword, step by step towards the distance, there, countless armored demon corpses piled up and burned, and in the center of the corpse were a group of high demon guards holding long swords. They fell to the ground in various directions, some of them were pierced through the heart, and some of their heads were chopped off, and their deaths were extremely tragic.
"Jing'er..."
The shallow wind walked forward with blood, and the cold wind blew his blood-stained cloak, looking very embarrassed. There were many corpses of high-level demon guards around. They were killed to protect their masters, and the more outer armor demon was even more embarrassed. It was to protect the Demon Emperor that he died of unfavorable life. At the core of the battle circle, several corpses with their heads lying there quietly.
"Why is this?"
Qianfeng sat in the bloody water with dim eyes, holding the cold palm of a corpse on the side, the gale messed up his long hair, and muttered: "Why, what did Jing'er and Ning'er commit? Wrong, why is it like this... ”
He smiled suddenly, grinning terribly.
After laughing for a long time, he laughed madly and burst into tears.
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"marshal!"
In the air, a wingman shouted loudly: "There are people from the West. It seems... It seems that they are a group of people riding dragons. They have launched an attack on us. What should I do!?"
Qianfeng picked up the body of Feng Jing'er who had lost his head, and said lightly: "Take the bodies of your majesty and the two majesty, leaving the second battalion to resist the powerful enemy, and the rest will retreat with me. It will not be their opponent."
"Who are they?" the lieutenant asked.
"That is the emblem of the Tianji Empire..." Qianfeng looked into the distance and said, "Retreat!"
The lieutenant panicked: "Marshal, we have nowhere to go. Where else can we go?"
"Eight Wasteland, we return to the mainland!"
"This… "
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Two days later, Dongshuangcheng was the capital of the east.
Although it is already spring, the walls of Dongshuangcheng are still frozen into a thick layer of frost, like cold winter. The soldiers guarding the walls are warming with their palms. In the distance, there are two ice blocks on the official road. A figure riding a horse came suddenly, with a golden flag on his shoulder, which looked not like a battle flag, but more like a scepter of some kind of envoy.
"If you come, stop, or you will let go of arrows!"
The general in charge of guarding is Zhang Wei, carrying the sword and stepping on the battlement, Yan Ning and beard shouting in a low voice: "Who dares to come to Dongdu without authorization? It seems that you are not like people from the broken tripod world. "
One of the lean people in the city smiled: "Yes, we are the envoy sent by Lord Fang Lan, the leader of the Dragon Ji Corps of the Tianji Empire, and we are here to present gifts to His Royal Highness King Qin of your country."
"A member of the Longji Corps?" Zhang Wei raised his eyebrows: "Didn't the Longji Corps eat meat and drink in the Tianji Empire? What are you doing here in the Broken Ding Realm? Take it for me!"
The small door opened, and dozens of imperial army cavalry rushed out and easily took down the two envoys.
"General Zhang Wei!"
A forbidden army respectfully said: "I found a few brocade boxes from their horsebacks, can you see?"
"Open."
"Yes!"
When the brocade box was opened, Zhang Wei couldn't help taking a breath of air. The arrogance and perversion on his face were wiped out, and he said coldly: "Go, take them to the Lingxi Hall!"
"Yes!"
The sound of horses’ hooves galloped through the city and soon arrived at the East Capital Hall. After several days of repairs, the hall has been completely renewed and is engraved with gold inscriptions. The big three characters "Lingxi Hall" are engraved on the top of the palace gate, and the name is Lin Muyu. Feng Jixing came up with it together. As for the reason for the name, the two of them didn't know exactly why it was because of Tang Xiaoxi's relationship.
There was a morning meeting in the Hall of Ling Xi. Since most of the leaders of the various legions and officials of the three, four and six departments lived in the Hall of Ling Xi, the morning meeting was held very early.
A huge sand table was placed in the center of the main hall. It was filled with blue chips representing the strength of the major legions, but there were no red chips, because so far no one knew where the forces of the Celestial Continent were.
"Your Highness!"
Zhang Wei's voice came from outside: "The big thing is not good!"
"What's the matter with Zhang Wei, panicking?" Feng Jixing asked, raising his eyebrows.
Zhang Wei strode the red carpet into the main hall and said: "Two envoys claiming to be from the Dragon Corps of the Tianji Empire came from outside the city. They brought gifts to give to His Royal Highness Yu... This gift..."
"What's the matter, hesitating?" Lin Muyu said: "What kind of gift, bring it up."
"Yes!"
Zhang Wei waved his hand, and the three forbidden soldiers entered the hall holding the brocade box and placed the gifts above the king's rank.
"What the god is doing mysteriously, open it." Tang Xiaoxi said.
"Yes!"
The soldiers stretched out their hands to open the brocade box. Suddenly Tang Xiaoxi, Lin Muyu, Feng Jixing, Qin Yan and others were shocked. Inside the brocade box were three heads, Feng Yuan, Feng Jing'er, Feng Ning's father and daughter. Ah's head!
Tang Xiaoxi stumbled to the ground, his mind was blank, and he muttered: "How could this be... Your Highness Ning'er... Who killed His Highness Ning'er so cruelly!"
She burst into tears and was trapped in the Demon Clan Tongtian Gorge for so long, but Feng Ning'er had always been with her, such a gentle and graceful girl, who killed her so cruelly ? !
"His Royal Highness Ning'er..."
Lin Muyu's heart was very bitter, and Feng Ning'er's voice and smile seemed to be vividly remembered. He stepped forward and knelt on one knee in front of Feng Ning'er's head. His voice trembled slightly, and he whispered: "Rest in peace, Ning'er... "
"Ayu, are you okay?"
Feng Jixing glanced at Lin Muyu worriedly and then at Tang Xiaoxi. He knew that Feng Ning'er showed his admiration for Lin Muyu when he was in Lanyan City. This feeling is unspeakable, a girl who admires herself. Although she had no destiny, seeing her being killed so cruelly, Lin Muyu definitely felt uncomfortable.
Reaching out to cover the brocade box, Lin Muyu couldn't bear to look anymore, holding Tang Xiaoxi's fragrant shoulders and helping her up, and said in a cold voice: "Zhang Wei, bring in the two envoys."
"Yes!"
The two envoys walked in slowly, with a haughty look. The thin man among them was also not polite. He looked up at Lin Muyu and looked at the rusty gold cloak behind him and said, "You are the Royal Highness of King Qin Lin Muyu, right?"
"It's me." Lin Muyu's eyes were flat and said: "When did the Longji Corps come to the Broken Ding Realm?"
The envoy laughed: "When your Highness is sleeping."
Feng Jixing squinted his eyes: "Don't think about it, you actually went to the territory of the Demon Race first. The Dragon Corps must have come from the land bridge in the extreme north, but I'm very surprised... how did you get here? Mortals can’t bear to cross the land bridge in the wind and snow? Even the strong in the sanctuary on the land bridge will be frozen to death, let alone you?"
The envoy clasped his fists and laughed: "You must believe in His Royal Highness Wang Feng Ji Xing. Actually, it is very simple. Dragons, they are the race closest to gods. Dragons can use Dragon Flame and Dragon Yu Douxuan to help our soldiers survive the severe cold. , Four hundred thousand Dragon Ji Corps and Liu Ji Corps have gathered in Mobei. Hearing that your country has been at war with the demons for many years, our leader Fang Lan ordered the destruction of the demons and shame your Highness. Well, I was ordered to send the heads of the Demon King and the two princesses as gifts. Your Highness is also pleased to accept it. Soon, the honorary trade union of our Tianji Empire will enter the ports of your country. I hope that we can trade with each other and prosper together. "
"So I should thank you?" Lin Muyu sneered.
"No need to thank you." The envoy smiled slightly: "As long as His Royal Highness is happy."
"No, there is one more thing that makes me happier."
King Qin raised his hand suddenly, a sword light flickered ten meters away, the envoy was speechless, his head rolled off his neck, his body crashed to the ground, and blood splashed all over the envoy.
"Come here, take a brocade box and put his head on, let another envoy take his head back to life, let's say this is my gift of appreciation from Lin Muyu, and I hope Fang Lan will take it."
Lin Muyu's voice was cold and she couldn't hold her beak.
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"Finally, war is declared..."
Feng Jixing groaned and laughed: "Although it is a matter of time."
…
Lin Muyu couldn't help feeling cold, and finally understood the meaning of a poem given to him by Chen Yu, the second prince of the Tianjue Empire.
The mountains are high and the water is long and the road is long.
Warm wine in the pavilion and talk and laugh, regardless of the snow everywhere else.
In fact, Chen Yu had long known that the Tianji Empire had sent elite troops to sneak across the Northern Polar Land Bridge, but why didn't he tell himself? I'm afraid, it's just that Chen Yu doesn't want Tianji Empire to win, nor does she want Broken Dingjie to win. The result he most wants to see is to lose both!
When I think of this, my heart is even more chilling.
How sinister and evil the world is, it is beyond the hearts of the people!
It was decided. In November, we will continue to maintain the progress of four days, three shifts, three days, two shifts, and in December, it will be replaced by a regular two shifts a day. Ye Zi is tired and really can't make it.