Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Standing on the top of the hill, looking at the smoke and dust rising in the distance, and then looking at the red-armored soldiers hidden behind the mountain who had entered combat mode from rest, Ling Qingyu shook Yang Zhao's hand and patted his seat. The big dark horse took a step back and said: Go ahead.

Seeing Ling Qingyu retreating behind the rocks, Yang Zhao put on his helmet. Although the hill was not high, the view was good. At this time, he could clearly see that a group of Zhou soldiers who had abandoned their helmets and armor were running towards this direction desperately. Following behind was a large group of Liao soldiers who were shouting with excitement.

Here are two hills facing each other, forming a valley that is not too narrow. The red-armored knights spread out behind the mountains on both sides. Some of them have already bypassed the hills, waiting for the Liao soldiers to enter the valley before surrounding them.

Yang Zhao rode his horse down the top of the mountain, holding the silver gun in his hand, and stood quietly at the front.

Ling Qingyu retracted behind the rock, looked at Ying Jiu who was sitting against the rock, and asked in a low voice: Jiu, are you okay?

Well, it's okay. Ying Jiu bent his legs, his injured arm naturally pressed on his abdomen, and leaned his head on the rock, saying, Master, I'll take a nap and call me after the beating.

The personal guard who was sent by Yang Zhao to protect Ling Qingyu looked at Ying Jiu with admiration as he closed his eyes and went to sleep. He thought to himself, how cruel, how can he sleep like this? ! There's going to be a war later! War! Dude!

Luo Ping was running so hard that he was almost out of breath, but he didn't dare to stop. He didn't know where he was running. He only knew that if he didn't run, he would be like the fool in the village, and half of his head would be chopped off in one go. The plasma splashed directly onto the body and was still hot.

He didn't want to die. His wife had just gotten married, and she was drafted into the army and sent to this damn battlefield without being even warm in bed. He had also fought at home, but compared to now, it was just a child's game.

He followed the people in front of him into the valley like a headless fly, but Luo Ping slowed down a little. He looked at the red-armored knights standing quietly on both sides. The contempt and coldness in their eyes made him feel cold. They were like statues. The red knights were obviously soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but the fierce fighting spirit on their bodies was far beyond that of the Zhao army who trained them.

Seeing the soldiers who were running away and even losing their armor slowly slowing down in panic and surprise, Wei Lang waved the gun in his hand to signal them to run over quickly. Seeing those men's eyes in a daze, he shouted in a low voice: Hurry up. Run! If you don’t want to die, keep running!”

Frightened by him, the soldiers sped up and ran into the valley.

Run! Run! Damin chased after a big man, stabbing the big man in the butt with the knife in his hand from time to time, laughing at his frightened and desperate expression.

The big man stumbled when he was about to run into the valley, and Damin's knife stabbed directly into his body, causing him to die without even humming. Damin glanced at him with regret, then chased another Zhou Bing who looked stronger. After chasing him into the canyon, he saw the Zhou Bing suddenly turned his head and roared with red eyes: I and you Fight!

Damin laughed and said: Yes, this has some flavor, come on! He slashed at the Zhou soldier with a single swing of his sword.

With a clang, the sword that was swung with the sound of wind was blocked in mid-air. At the same time, a long spear stretched out from the side silently and passed through his body mercilessly. Damin then stiffened his neck and looked. He turned to the side and stared at the red knight with a dead look.

As the corpses of the Liao soldiers who first rushed into the valley fell, a wave of knights rushed out of the valley, shouting the word kill. At the same time, there were also those who had already come out from the mountainside and surrounded the Liao soldiers in a circle. Cavalry on the left and right wings.

Ling Qingyu poked his head out from behind the rock, climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down, watching the red people forming a circle around the chasing Liao soldiers, watching the knights with black horses, red armor and silver spears shuttle easily among them, watching The red-armored knights were just like the Liao soldiers teasing the Zhou soldiers just now, and like ****, they slaughtered the Liao soldiers who had not recovered at all and could not even integrate into the queue, like mowing grass.

Is this war? Human life is trampled like spring grass, either you die or I die! Ling Qingyu sat back on the rock. In this era, is human life so worthless? If this was just because Zhao Mingliang and Xiao Sui wanted to get what they wanted, it was because the second prince wanted to gain a bargaining chip to seize the throne, it was because the emperor was hot-headed, it was the power struggle of these superior people, and the war caused by all kinds of selfish desires, in the end it was If these innocent people she knew and even loved were to risk their lives, then what kind of war was this?

Ling Qingyu's body was trembling slightly. She had been living in a peaceful era. Things like war only existed in books and movies. Even after arriving here, she had encountered many bloody battles over the years, but after watching these two battles, she I have some understanding of why the emperor was so angry that blood flowed for thousands of miles. The new Zhou soldiers who were hunted down and the Liao army who were surrounded and suppressed were like ants to those who decided to launch a war, just a number. However, these numbers are like living lives!

A thick and warm palm was covered on her hand. Ying Jiu rested his head on her shoulder. His hot breath tickled her ears a little. His voice was low but comforting, and he whispered. : Don't be afraid...

Ling Qingyu was startled and turned her head to look at him, seeing that he still had his eyes closed, but his palm was encircling her hand and holding it in his palm. The circles under his eyes suddenly became hot, and Ling Qingyu couldn't help but think of that person, the person who had been dead for almost a year.

Yan San...

As night fell, the corpses of Zhou soldiers and Liao soldiers lay scattered on the plain in front of the valley. The clear brilliance of the moonlight made everything hazy, making the smell of blood floating in the air seem to be washed away.

The news brought by the scouts was not good. The new army retreating to Jinpo Pass was slowed down by the steep mountain road in Feihu Valley. They were basically chased by the Liao army chasing after them like vegetables. They didn't know where they were. What is the situation of the second prince in the main camp?

Shall we catch up? Xia Shuzheng asked.

If Zhao Mingliang's reinforcements arrived from Xinzhou, Yeluqi should not have time to chase down those stragglers, but would have to retreat to Yuzhou to prepare for a confrontation with Zhao Mingliang's army. But Zhao Mingliang's reinforcements did not come. If they rush to reinforce the stragglers at this time, they may not only face Yeluqi and the others. Yang Zhao shook his head and said, Brothers, please work hard. Let's go to Yangjuan's place to rest.

Wei Lang and Xia Shuzheng looked at each other, saluted, and then went to form their own teams. Yangjuan is heading towards Yunzhou, which is getting further and further away from Heishui Pass.

The number of new soldiers who managed to escape with their lives was not large, only a few hundred. Yang Zhao gave them the horses of the Liao army, and then asked them to keep up if they could. Those who couldn't keep up could flee directly to the mountains. . In the end, only a hundred people followed them to Yangjuan.

Standing on the top of the hill, looking at the smoke and dust rising in the distance, and then looking at the red-armored soldiers hidden behind the mountain who had entered combat mode from rest, Ling Qingyu shook Yang Zhao's hand and patted his seat. The big dark horse took a step back and said: Go ahead.

Seeing Ling Qingyu retreating behind the rocks, Yang Zhao put on his helmet. Although the hill was not high, the view was good. At this time, he could clearly see that a group of Zhou soldiers who had abandoned their helmets and armor were running towards this direction desperately. Following behind was a large group of Liao soldiers who were shouting with excitement.

Here are two hills facing each other, forming a valley that is not too narrow. The red-armored knights spread out behind the mountains on both sides. Some of them have already bypassed the hills, waiting for the Liao soldiers to enter the valley before surrounding them.

Yang Zhao rode his horse down the top of the mountain, holding the silver gun in his hand, and stood quietly at the front.

Ling Qingyu retracted behind the rock, looked at Ying Jiu who was sitting against the rock, and asked in a low voice: Jiu, are you okay?

Well, it's okay. Ying Jiu bent his legs, his injured arm naturally pressed on his abdomen, and leaned his head on the rock, saying, Master, I'll take a nap and call me after the beating.

The personal guard who was sent by Yang Zhao to protect Ling Qingyu looked at Ying Jiu with admiration as he closed his eyes and went to sleep. He thought to himself, how cruel, how can he sleep like this? ! There's going to be a war later! War! Dude!

Luo Ping was running so hard that he was almost out of breath, but he didn't dare to stop. He didn't know where he was running. He only knew that if he didn't run, he would be like the fool in the village, and half of his head would be chopped off in one go. The plasma splashed directly onto the body and was still hot.

He didn't want to die. His wife had just gotten married, and she was drafted into the army and sent to this damn battlefield without being even warm in bed. He had also fought at home, but compared to now, it was just a child's game.

He followed the people in front of him into the valley like a headless fly, but Luo Ping slowed down a little. He looked at the red-armored knights standing quietly on both sides. The contempt and coldness in their eyes made him feel cold. They were like statues. The red knights were obviously soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but the fierce fighting spirit on their bodies was far beyond that of the Zhao army who trained them.

Seeing the soldiers who were running away and even losing their armor slowly slowing down in panic and surprise, Wei Lang waved the gun in his hand to signal them to run over quickly. Seeing those men's eyes in a daze, he shouted in a low voice: Hurry up. Run! If you don’t want to die, keep running!”

Frightened by him, the soldiers sped up and ran into the valley.

Run! Run! Damin chased after a big man, stabbing the big man in the butt with the knife in his hand from time to time, laughing at his frightened and desperate expression.

The big man stumbled when he was about to run into the valley, and Damin's knife stabbed directly into his body, causing him to die without even humming. Damin glanced at him with regret, then chased another Zhou Bing who looked stronger. After chasing him into the canyon, he saw the Zhou Bing suddenly turned his head and roared with red eyes: I and you Fight!

Damin laughed and said: Yes, this has some flavor, come on! He slashed at the Zhou soldier with a single swing of his sword.

With a clang, the sword that was swung with the sound of wind was blocked in mid-air. At the same time, a long spear stretched out from the side silently and passed through his body mercilessly. Damin then stiffened his neck and looked. He turned to the side and stared at the red knight with a dead look.

As the corpses of the Liao soldiers who first rushed into the valley fell, a wave of knights rushed out of the valley, shouting the word kill. At the same time, there were also those who had already come out from the mountainside and surrounded the Liao soldiers in a circle. Cavalry on the left and right wings.

Ling Qingyu poked his head out from behind the rock, climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down, watching the red people forming a circle around the chasing Liao soldiers, watching the knights with black horses, red armor and silver spears shuttle easily among them, watching The red-armored knights were just like the Liao soldiers teasing the Zhou soldiers just now, and like ****, they slaughtered the Liao soldiers who had not recovered at all and could not even integrate into the queue, like mowing grass.

Is this war? Human life is trampled like spring grass, either you die or I die! Ling Qingyu sat back on the rock. In this era, is human life so worthless? If this was just because Zhao Mingliang and Xiao Sui wanted to get what they wanted, it was because the second prince wanted to gain a bargaining chip to seize the throne, it was because the emperor was hot-headed, it was the power struggle of these superior people, and the war caused by all kinds of selfish desires, in the end it was If these innocent people she knew and even loved were to risk their lives, then what kind of war was this?

Ling Qingyu's body was trembling slightly. She had been living in a peaceful era. Things like war only existed in books and movies. Even after arriving here, she had encountered many bloody battles over the years, but after watching these two battles, she I have some understanding of why the emperor was so angry that blood flowed for thousands of miles. The new Zhou soldiers who were hunted down and the Liao army who were surrounded and suppressed were like ants to those who decided to launch a war, just a number. However, these numbers are like living lives!

A thick and warm palm was covered on her hand. Ying Jiu rested his head on her shoulder. His hot breath tickled her ears a little. His voice was low but comforting, and he whispered. : Don't be afraid...

Ling Qingyu was startled and turned her head to look at him, seeing that he still had his eyes closed, but his palm was encircling her hand and holding it in his palm. The circles under his eyes suddenly became hot, and Ling Qingyu couldn't help but think of that person, the person who had been dead for almost a year.

Yan San...

As night fell, the corpses of Zhou soldiers and Liao soldiers lay scattered on the plain in front of the valley. The clear brilliance of the moonlight made everything hazy, making the smell of blood floating in the air seem to be washed away.

The news brought by the scouts was not good. The new army retreating to Jinpo Pass was slowed down by the steep mountain road in Feihu Valley. They were basically chased by the Liao army chasing after them like vegetables. They didn't know where they were. What is the situation of the second prince in the main camp?

Shall we catch up? Xia Shuzheng asked.

If Zhao Mingliang's reinforcements arrived from Xinzhou, Yeluqi should not have time to chase down those stragglers, but would have to retreat to Yuzhou to prepare for a confrontation with Zhao Mingliang's army. But Zhao Mingliang's reinforcements did not come. If they rush to reinforce the stragglers at this time, they may not only face Yeluqi and the others. Yang Zhao shook his head and said, Brothers, please work hard. Let's go to Yangjuan's place to rest.

Wei Lang and Xia Shuzheng looked at each other, saluted, and then went to form their own teams. Yangjuan is heading towards Yunzhou, which is getting further and further away from Heishui Pass.

The number of new soldiers who managed to escape with their lives was not large, only a few hundred. Yang Zhao gave them the horses of the Liao army, and then asked them to keep up if they could. Those who couldn't keep up could flee directly to the mountains. . In the end, only a hundred people followed them to Yangjuan.