Huyan River, the army of barbarians with scimitars wading quickly in the shallowest part of the river, the clear and shallow water mixed with mud splashed three feet high.
Dayong's arrows kept coming, but they were all blocked by the barbarian monks who crossed the river ahead of time. There is no deer glass on the bow, and the arrows shot will not have spiritual power. The barbarian monk can fend off those ordinary feather arrows with just a light swing of the long knife, without hurting the soldiers behind him in the slightest.
"Stop the arrow!" The general of the bow and arrow battalion ordered to stop, and it would be a waste to shoot like this. The archers retreated in unison, and the cavalry armed with spears changed formation and rushed forward.
"Kill—" The spear in the cavalryman's hand still had deer glass on it, and it collided with the barbarian monk's long knife, making a deafening roar.
The spear with spiritual power slashed across the necks of several barbarians who had just rushed ashore, and the spiritual power turned into a strong wind, which instantly cut off the fragile necks, and blood sprayed out in unison, forming a large blood flower. The barbarian monk with a big knife attacked from behind, knocked the cavalry with a spear to the ground, and chopped off the head of Dayong monk.
The soldiers fought close to each other, and the sound of killing shook the sky. The stone beach of Huyan River was soon stained red with blood.
As the vanguard of the Northern Territory, a young general from the Northern Territory was very heroic. He rushed to the front and entangled the three barbarian monks alone. He is a retainer of the Shen family, and he is about to close thousands of households. He is very good with a silver gun. Lu Li's spiritual light is coated on the long gun barrel, firmly resisting the two long knives that were cut at the same time.
The young general raised his eyebrows and smiled, and using his spiritual energy, he suddenly pushed the two away, and with one move, he returned his carbine and stabbed at the other person who was trying to sneak up on him. At this moment, the deer glass on the silver gun flashed and shattered with a click, exhausting its spiritual power.
He had no choice but to bend down to avoid the knife, and quickly groped for the horse pocket containing the deer glass, but found nothing. There is a shortage of deer glass these days, and even the generals have a daily rule, and his share for today has been exhausted.
"General, be careful!" the Xiu soldier next to him shouted, and rushed over to block him. The three barbarians saw that his deer glass was not enough, and they immediately attacked him.
"Pfft—" The little soldier was immediately killed by the knife, the young general shouted and rushed over, but the barbarian chopped off the silver gun with one knife, and then slashed at his neck with one knife.
The young general closed his eyes in despair, "嗖—" the sound of an arrow piercing through the air came from his ears, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a large arrow full of inspiration flying past his shoulder, and it flew towards him with a "boom". The barbarian shot straight through.
The powerful arrow didn't stop, and led the barbarian to penetrate another soldier behind him. The two were strung together in a string and smashed heavily at a group of barbarians who had just climbed ashore, and fell into the river like dumplings.
"Princess!" The young general turned his head and looked behind him in surprise.
Shen Yingying, who was holding a mulberry arc bow, rode straight on the horse with her waist straight, threw him a deer glass, and then made a gesture with a whistling sound.
The cavalry retreated in unison, and the archers who reloaded the deer glass stepped forward, firing all arrows.
"Whoosh, whoosh!" Thinking it was an ordinary arrow, the barbarian monk casually blocked it, but unexpectedly, the spiritual arrow pierced through the wind of the knife and went straight into the heart.
Wen Shilan, who was standing on the other side of the river, saw this and immediately ordered a change of formation. Dayong's supplies arrived. At this time, there was only one dead end to cross the river. The barbarians resisted for a while and then began to retreat.
Wen Shilan jumped up, and went straight to Shenlou who was riding his horse.
Yu Yuan came out in response, and cut the wolf knife across the air, sending out crackling sparks. Two extremely powerful spiritual forces collided, and the wind rolled up the turf on the ground, setting off a height of ten feet.
The sword energy is like a rainbow in the setting sun, and with the change of sword moves, it is connected into one piece in the air, emitting a dazzling light. The spirit sword collided with the saber, and it was like a thousand-weight hammer straight down, shaking people's tiger's mouth numb.
Wen Shilan was taken aback, this vast and tsunami-like spiritual power could be contained in one point, it was more than a little stronger than Shen Qirui's! Where is the strength that a twenty-year-old junior should have
Looking at Shen Lou again, every move is as stable as Mount Tai, effortless, obviously not yet at the limit.
"Good boy, you were not so good before!" Wen Shilan couldn't help praising him.
"You never acted like this before." Shen Lou dodged the knife sideways and looked at Wen Shilan coldly.
In his previous life, he fought with Wen Shilan for nearly ten years. Although the way was different, it did not prevent him from admiring this person. Natural martial arts, open and aboveboard, a generation of heroes. Unexpectedly, now he has become a villain who stabs people in the back.
Hearing this, Wen Shilan's complexion changed slightly, with a bit of resentment in his eyes. At this moment, Yu Yuanjian broke through the defensive spiritual power and stabbed straight at his door. A flat sword, not too fast, and without changing moves, just like the basic moves that young people practice every morning, but they can't resist it no matter what.
With a sound of "嗤", Wen Shilan, who couldn't dodge in time, was stabbed in the shoulder, and the wolf-slaying knife slashed across, knocking Yu Yuan away hard.
"Woo—" The horn sounded in the barbarian camp. All the barbarians retreated to the north of the Huyan River, Wen Shilan was injured and no longer wanted to fight.
As it was getting late, Shen Lou ordered Ming Jin to withdraw his troops, and today's battle was considered to be over.
Lin Xin sat in the marshal's tent in a dainty manner, playing with Marshal Shen's pen, ink and seal. The marshal's personal guard stood silently, and the soldiers who stayed in the camp did not dare to approach, scratching their ears and looking inside.
"Marshal, where do you sleep on weekdays?" Lin Xin held a pen in his mouth, and nodded to the little guard who was watching his eyes, nose, nose, nose, and heart.
"Back to Lord Marquis, he is currently marching, and the marshal is sleeping behind the screen." The little guard pointed to the huge map behind the chair where Lin Xin was sitting, which served as a screen. Map divides the tent into two halves, the front is used for discussing matters, and the back is used for rest.
Stand ready, pull out camp at any time.
Lin Xin yawned and stood up. Hurrying all the way, and dragging Luli for hundreds of miles, I was really tired.
"Master Hou wants to rest? This subordinate will make a bed for you..." Lin Xin waved his hand to stop Xiao Qinwei before he could finish speaking.
"You also heard what Shen Qingque said just now, I can just sleep here, get back." Lin Xin said slowly, his words were full of ambiguity.
The little guard was only in his teens, he looked very tender, his neck turned red when he heard this, and he stammered, "Sub, this subordinate will resign."
The bed behind the screen is a bit crude, just a flat wooden board covered with tiger skin and a round pillow thrown on it. Lin Xin kicked off his shoes and climbed up, and rubbed his face on the tiger skin. It was full of the smell of Shenlou, the cold fragrance of plants and trees mixed with a faint smell of sweat.
Outside the tent, a few men whispered.
"Mother, Master Hou really slept on the Duke's bed?"
"Just now they..."
"Tell me, is it possible to increase spiritual power by being with men? Look at our country's lord, how fierce he is recently!"
"Go back and grab a good-looking man to try."
As expected of being a bandit, Shen Jiajun opened his mouth and shut his mouth to rob, but he also knew how to measure and did not dare to arrange Lin Xin and Shen Lou indiscriminately.
Lin Xin originally wanted to listen to it again, but was enveloped by Shen Lou's breath, and fell asleep not long after. When Shen Lou returned to the tent full of evil spirits, he saw Xinxin sleeping softly on the bed, and the coldness in his eyes disappeared.
In his sleep, in a trance, someone hugged him into his arms, with a faint smell of blood. Lin Xin rubbed against the familiar body temperature and fell into a long dream.
After being shot to the bone by Shen Yingying, she woke up from serious injuries and saw Shen Lou's debt-collecting face. Without saying a few words, the man left him and left. Lin Xin was hungry, so he had to get up to find something to eat.
The woods outside the hut seemed to be endless. A rabbit slipped by, Lin Xin quickened his pace to catch up, and suddenly a black shadow sprang out, directly attacking the wound on his shoulder.
"Hmm—" The unhealed wound was bleeding profusely, and the other party took something and collected all the blood. The scene in front of him became more and more blurred, Lin Xin couldn't see clearly, and suddenly heard Shen Lou shout: "Who is it!"
"Huh!" Lin Xin woke up suddenly and found himself sleeping in Shen Lou's arms.
"Xinxin?" Shen Lou was reading the account books when he felt the person in his arms tremble suddenly, and immediately looked down at him.
"You're back." Lin Xin looked up, it was already pitch black outside the tent, candles were lit by the bedside, reflecting Shen Lou's eyes full of concern, "I just dreamed about the past."
Shen Lou's heart skipped a beat, "What?"
"At that time, you threw me into the hut and left by yourself, did you turn back later?" Lin Xin sat up and asked Shen Lou in front of him.
"You don't remember?" Shen Lou pulled his thin lips into a straight line when he heard Lin Xin say this, "I didn't abandon you, I went to find medicine." After leaving the letter alone and spurning himself, he still came back on time. Unexpectedly, he saw Lin Xin being attacked and fell down in the forest.
Lin Xin trembled slightly, how could he forget this paragraph? "Then do you remember, who was the one who attacked me?"
"I didn't see clearly. I was afraid that something would happen to you again, so I didn't chase you." Shen Lou shook his head, "What's wrong?"
"I just dreamed that that person seemed to have taken my blood." Lin Xin licked his dry lips.
Shen Lou's fingertips trembled slightly, and he wrapped his arms around Lin Xin's waist, "There was a disorder in the dream, maybe it was mixed up with the palace banquet."
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Xinxin: Woohoo, I had a nightmare
Lou Lou: Hugging old Gong, not afraid, not afraid
Chongchong: Woohoo, I had a nightmare
Master: Was the chicken leg stolen, or was the fish soup spilled on the floor
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