Golden Age Legitimate Fei

383. Beibei fiasco

In the big account of Beibei, Ye Luye and He Lianzhen were sitting in the big account. Helian’s true color was silent and silent. Yeluye walked around in the big account, and a pair of swords and eyebrows were locked. God's "color" is also a little anxious and uneasy.

I don’t know how many laps I’m going to turn around. Yeluye’s footsteps look at He Lian’s truth: “Hey, General Helian’s there won’t be any problem.” He Lian really settled his mind and said: “His Royal Highness Don't be jealous. There is no bad news from Penger, and we can't "disorder" ourselves.

"Yellow nodded and silenced for a long time, Shen Sheng said: "I don't know why, I always feel a little uneasy. ”

He Lian is silent, I don’t know if it’s too worried or what really happened. Not only is Yeluye feeling uneasy, but even Helian really feels that something is wrong.

Thinking about it, He Lian really got up and said: "I will send someone to inquire."

Maybe it’s really bad. Yeluye nodded and said, “I’m going to send more people to talk about the news and let them return as soon as possible.”

"Yes." He Lian really turned around and made a big account.

As soon as he got out of the big account, He Lianzhen saw a fire coming in from the outside of the camp and went straight into the camp of Beibei. Just falling on a tent, although it is now a harsh winter, many tents are covered with a layer of frost, and did not immediately burn, but also surprised many people. He Lianzhen immediately sighed and immediately responded and shouted: "There is an enemy!"

Originally heard in Yeluye in the big account, he immediately rushed out, Shen Sheng said: "What happened?!" He Lianzhen eyes are a little red, saying: "The Mojiajun people are outside the camp. !Anti-enemy!"

The rocket just blasted the entire Beibei camp. After a while, a deep horn sounded in the big camp. The soldiers of the whole army immediately took up their respective weapons and rushed out of the camp to prepare the enemy. It is a pity that the soldiers who rushed to the front just appeared outside the Tuen Mun. They were greeted by the overwhelming arrow rain. In the darkness, it is the enemy that is dark and my Ming. The feather arrow is even coming to see it.

"It’s the Mohist army!" someone shouted.

The entire Beibei camp suddenly became "chaotic". He Lian was so angry that he sang loudly and led the generals to lead the soldiers to defend their enemies.

Not far from the Beiying camp, the ink repaired the glass and stood upright, followed by a red dress of Feng Zhiyao and Zhuo Jing Lin Han and others. Looking at the Beibei army that was caught by the Mohist army, the mood of the people could not help but get better.

In the face of ink repair, Mo Xiaobao was hidden under a large robes, only to reveal a small head. A pair of smart big eyes looked at the red light that was not far away, and the Beibei military camp that killed the sounds slid and turned, apparently watching it with relish.

After these days of wear and tear, the number of soldiers and horses of the Beibei army is not much different from that of the Mohist army. Now most of the troops of the Beibei army have been taken away by He Lianpeng, so that at this time the North Army and the Terracotta Warriors are even less than the Mohist Army. Under the sudden attack, the Beibei army was even defeated. However, at half an hour, the whole situation has begun to fall to the Mojia army.

He Lianzhen took the side soldiers to support this Yeluye battle and retired, while turning back to the Yelu wild road: "Your Highness, we are fooled. I am afraid that Penger can't come back, let's withdraw first!"

"Retract?! Where can we withdraw?" Yeluye led the way. It’s not what he said, but the place where they are now is less than two hundred miles from the border of Beibei. If it is to withdraw further, I am afraid that I will really withdraw it to Beijiao. It also indicates that this game lasted for two or three years, and the battle against Dachu, which began vigorously and vigorously, ended up with the most humiliating ending.

Yeluye naturally does not want to, but the situation at this time is because he is not willing. Either retreat or die, waiting for He Lianpeng to return. But no matter whether He Lianpeng still can't come back, the price that the death war needs to pay is not what Yeluye is willing to bear. I forgot to look at the direction of the coach of the Mohist Army in the distance. Yeluye hated the channel: "Withdraw!"

The horn of the retreat rang in the darkness, and the Beibei soldiers who had already had low morale immediately retreated in the direction of Yeluye as the tide. Although the soldiers of the Mojiajun chased the back, they did not step by step, but they kept the speed of the unhurried. He Lian really felt wrong in his heart, but the situation at this time has only two ways for him, either to go forward or to turn back. Naturally, they can't go back and the Mohist army is hard-pressed, so they can only go forward.

On the other hand, He Lianpeng, who was besieged by Qilin, finally got out after an hour. When he finally integrated the army and the army that broke through the clouds, the sky in the east had already appeared slightly white.

Behind him, Yunxiao and others looked at the direction of Beibei’s army and left lightly. A unicorn has some sullen words: "Why don't we kill him? Let him go?" Although He Lianpeng's martial arts is indeed very powerful, but already has many masters and enemy experience, and well-trained Kirin is still not the best. It’s only a matter of time before his life is done.

Xu Qingfeng took a look at the brains of his subordinates: "Since the prince is so commanded, naturally he has his reason, let's go, don't catch up with the excitement."

All the people agreed in unison, and they picked up and followed the direction of He Lianpeng’s army. [

When He Lianpeng and Ye Luye met, they were already bright. Although the fog in the early morning made them unable to see each other and almost killed each other, the two sides would still be in one place.

It is not safe to stay in such a fog that is unfamiliar with the terrain, but the soldiers of the Beibei have been struggling after a night of rushing. He Lianzhen had to find a place with an open space to rest. As soon as the number of soldiers and horses was cleared, the number of people made the three faces "green". The original hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses, after a night of killing, there are only less than 200,000. At least 90% of them are still the soldiers and horses brought back by He Lianpeng. The soldiers and horses that were originally left in the camp were almost completely annihilated.

He Lianzhen’s "color" looked faintly at the Yeluye sitting on the side of the field, looking at He Lianpeng: "Peng Er, how did you find us?" He Lianpeng squinted, Shen Sheng: "Baby After being killed from the Yunxiao Army, all the way to find the four-five road Mojiajun interception, all the way to kill here just happened to meet the father and His Royal Highness."

He Lian really thickened his eyebrows and screamed: "This is not right... We have been running in front, and the Mojia army is chasing behind. Even if the "fun" road is in the big direction, it will not be too far wrong. How can you be chased all the way? Just happened to meet us?"

He Lianpeng could not help but jump in his heart and suddenly jumped up and said: "Father!"

He Lianzhen looked at him, and He Lianpeng’s **** was "yellow" and gritted: "We have a plan for ink repair!" He Lianzhen’s face, the face "color" is also a change, a grasp of He Lianpeng disease Channel: "You mean..."

"Haha, General Helian now wants to understand that it doesn't feel late?" In the dense fog, a pleasant and whispering laugh came from afar. When the sound just came out, it was still far away, but when the voice fell, it seemed to be there. He Lianzhen and others followed the sound, and saw the place where the dense fog spread away. A white-haired figure appeared abruptly there, and there was some faint mist on the face. 』, but He Lianpeng and He Lianzhen clearly felt that he was laughing, and it was a very cold smile.

"Ink, repair, oh!" He Lian really bite his teeth.

"It is this king, after a lapse of 19 years, it is not easy to invite General Helen to return to the wind valley." Ink white is white, and the white hair flutters in the cold wind. The lips evoke a faint smile, but when you say it, you feel a chilling murder.

"Here is the return wind valley?!" He Lian really shouted.

Ink repaired and laughed and said: "Isn't it? I didn't expect General Helen to have forgotten it in less than 20 years. But... Wang also felt that General Gren, General Ghost, must be deeply impressed. Unfortunately, this time Can't go to Ghost Valley to enter General Helian." Huifeng Valley was the place where the Mohist army was designed by He Lianzhen. Even the place where Wang Fuxiu, the predecessor of the palace, was killed is not too far away. In the place where the Ghost Valley is less than fifty miles away from the Wind Valley, it was the place where the ink was burnt and the fire was completely defeated, and the ink repaired himself was also seriously injured. In these two places, the two sides who participated in the original war were afraid that they would not forget.

In the ink repairing speech, the number of Mo Jiajun has come up from around. In the fog, only a few shadows of the shadows were seen, as if the ghosts were cold and ethereal, so that the soldiers who were already tired and hungry underneath were even scared.

After the repair of the ink, a few figures appeared gradually, the white glazed glaze and other people, the red phoenix son, the black Xu Qingfeng Zhuo Jing Lin Han and others, all looking at the bottom of the North 戎 soldiers. Only Mo Xiaobao, who is in the black color of the jewellery next to Ye Li, is obviously in great spirit although he has not slept overnight. Looking at the crowd underneath, staring at the big round eyes. Looked at the serious people around me, curiously pulled the clothes of the phoenix.

Feng Zhiyao quietly shook his head toward Mo Xiaobao, and made a "color" in the direction of ink repair. Mo Xiaobao licked his mouth and quietly sneaked into the side of Mo Xiu, "Father Wang..."

Ink repaired a faint smile, leaned over and picked up Mo Xiaobao, and smiled: "Yu Yu, do you know where this is?"

This is the first time that Murray has called his name so seriously. Mo Xiaobao blinked his eyes and was curious: "Father, what is this place?"

"Here... this is the place where my Mohist army martyrs, and your uncle's burial place."

Mo Xiaobao blinked his eyes. Although he is not very old, he will naturally teach the history of the Mojiajun and Dingwangfu. Naturally, I also know that I still have a very respectable uncle who is killed by the Beijia people. At one time, Mo Xiaobao occasionally quietly thought about it. If the uncle did not die, the father would bully himself and help one more person.

"Father, do we have to avenge our uncle?" Mo Xiaobao asked with big eyes.

"Not bad."

Feng Zhiyao, who followed the ink repair, couldn't help but take his eyes to the glaze. Xiao Shizi is still under eight years old, so that such a child can still watch this scene, is it a bit too abnormal. Ye Liu Nai’s sigh and look at the eagerness of Mo Xiaobao’s enthusiasm, but it’s not like a scared look. In the heart, Ye Liu is also somewhat worried that his well-behaved son was taught by Mo Xiu. However, on the way how Mo Xiaobao and Ye Li are close, the boy is naturally more obedient to his father in some respects. For example, now.

Among the army of Beibei, Yeluye stood out from the crowd, and his face was "colorful" and staring at the ink repairing not far away: "Ding Wang good means, good resistance to "sex"!" At this time, Yeluye Where can you still not know, these days, Mo Xiuzhen has been playing with them all the time. The ultimate goal is to force the army of Beibei to return to the Valley of the Winds, in order to report that Mo Xiwen was concealed here.

Ink repaired and smiled and nodded: "Well. The seven princes of the horizontal and vertical are now returning to Beibei with a lot of defeated soldiers. It is definitely not the opponent of the prince of Yelu. It is better to bury the body back to the wind valley, and count all the seven imperial names. His Royal Highness should thank the King."

The Yelu wild **** "color" is distorted, and the ants are still greedy, let alone people. Yeluye is not afraid of death, but he is absolutely unwilling to die. But I also understand that their situation is not that they have the final say. Now hundreds of thousands of Mohist troops have surrounded the surrounding area, and they have lost more than 200,000 troops, even if they are desperately unable to rush out. As long as the ink repairs a slam, the arrows are all in one, and the Northern Army is buried in an instant.

He Lian’s face was pale and silent. He Lianpeng stood beside Yeluye, staring at the glass of the glass around the ink repairing.

"In the next He Lianpeng, please fight with Ding Wang!" He Lianpeng suddenly stepped forward, Shen Sheng.

The eyes of the Mohist army generals brushed to He Lianpeng, just like watching an idiot. In the face of the king's face, I want to challenge the king, this guy is really crazy.

Sure enough, I saw ink repair and sneer, and said: "Why did General Helen challenge the king? Is this to look down on the king?" He Lianpeng looked at the ink repair, didn't answer, just stared tightly. Leaf glass.

Ye Liu faint smile, step forward and said: "Since General Helian has this interest, Benedict is accompanying himself. Please." Although Ye Li has no good feelings for He Lianpeng, but He Lianpeng is a country general. Knowing that the success of a female scholastic theory is not a face-to-face event. Knowing that mortal can still be so persistent, at least prove that He Lianpeng really regards Yeli as an opponent.

"Ali." Ink repairs slightly frowning, the internal force of Yeli is much different than that of He Lianpeng. Although he is confident that he will never have a "sexual" life in Yeli, he can't guarantee Yeli absolutely. Will not be injured.

Ye Li shook his head and smiled: "Nothing will happen."

In the first few steps of the glaze, the silver awns in the sleeves flashed, and a short, cold blade appeared in the palm of the hand. Opposite, He Lianpeng is a long knife for the use of the weapon. Just watching the weapon makes people feel that it is extremely difficult for them to be equal.

He Lianpeng was also welcome, and his long knife smashed toward Ye Liping. Ye Li was slightly wrong, and the sideways let it pass. The white "color" sound was like Feihong flying close to He Lianpeng. In the faint mist, everyone saw only two figures in time and time, and the sound of weapons and guns could not stop. Ye Li, who played against He Lianpeng, slightly frowned, and she was absolutely better than He Lianpeng. Just after the short blade and the long knife hit each other several times, Ye Liu felt that his right hand was numb. At the moment, he is no longer hard-hitting with He Lianpeng, and he is close to He Lianpeng, and he is close to himself. As a result, He Lianpeng’s long knife lost its use. A few times I wanted to get away from the leaves, but they all ended in failure. If you talk about melee, there are not many people in the world who are opponents of Yeli. If you don't use internal forces, even if you don't have ink, you may not be able to take advantage of it. As a result, for a time, the two men are evenly matched.

The two men struggled with nearly a hundred tricks, but no one actually took advantage of it. He Lianpeng’s eyes sank, and the strong internal force was in the palm of his hand. He shot the leaf to the glaze, and the glaze saw the machine faster. The left hand sleeve was drawn out with a sharp edge, and he did not hesitate to stab the Helenpeng’s abdomen. Sideways avoiding the hands of He Lianpeng. He Lianpeng wanted to reinvent Ye Zi, regardless of the dagger that Ye Li had forced him to come. At the same time as the abdomen hurts, the palm force hits the glaze. Although the side of the glass was let out, it was still suffering from a trace of internal injuries. Go back and draw back the dagger, and quickly go back.

The glass dagger's dagger was extracted from He Lianpeng and found bad. The glass dagger is specially designed to put the knife in the middle. There is a blood trough in the middle. As long as it is on the body, it will bleed. The last time, He Lianpeng injured his arm and raised a lot of injuries. This time he injured the abdomen. Needless to say. Only He Lianpeng knows that it is a good fortune to fall into the hands of Mo Xiu, as long as he can kill or seriously damage the glass, where will he still bleed and die?

The leaves retreat a certain distance and the lips are flowing out of a trace of red blood. Watching He Lianpeng stand on the spot with a long knife, the blood of the abdomen is squirming, and the glass of the glass smears the blood on his lips: "General Helian, inheritance."

He Lianpeng sneered, and even threw a long knife and rushed toward the leaf. The eye of the glass flashed, and the short-handed flash of the right hand flashed, as a white rainbow swept past He Lianpeng. The two were only intertwined for a moment, and they were far apart. Ye Li turned back. On the other side, He Lianpeng had already fallen, and there was a slender blood mark on his throat.

"Peng Er!" He Lianzhen screamed, although He Lianpeng was only his son, but he grew up from a young age. What's more, He Lianzhen has no children, and He Lianpeng is no different from his own son. In this world, except for Ye Luye, He Lianzhen’s most important person is He Lianpeng. At this time, seeing him actually died in the hands of Ye Liu, naturally it is grief. Throwing over He Lianpeng, he cried, and looked up and slammed into the glass.

Ye Liu wiped the blood on the dagger and walked back to the ink repair. It’s not serious that Mo Xiujian saw her hurt, and this is what she puts down.

Just after the face-to-face, the Beibei army lost He Lianpeng, the highest martial art in the army, which made the Beibei army with low morale worse. Yeluye frustrated and looked at the soldiers around, Nai’s smile. At this time, the fog around it has gradually dispersed, and there are black-pressed Mohist soldiers in all directions. In this case, let alone rushing out, I am afraid that they will not be able to move a little.

"This king lost, how do you want the king?" Yeluye closed his eyes and sighed.

Inklessly smiled and said: "How does the king want to be, does General Helian not know?"

Wen Yan, He Lianpeng's face "color" changed greatly, "Ink repair! You..." He Lianpeng couldn't help but think of the two fires that were 19 years ago. One is in the return to the valley, just here, it is the Mo family who watched the number died in the fire. One was in the Ghost Valley, the Mojiajun and the Beibei lost both sides, and Mo Xiu was seriously injured and killed a few times. Beibei was so badly hurt that he almost fell into disrepair. But now... ink repairs actually think...

"Ding Wang, the Seventh Highness has already admitted defeat!" He Lian really proud that he could not say the word surrender. He could only say that according to the meaning of Yeluye, he would admit defeat.

"How about that?" Ink repaired his eyebrows. "This king waited for 19 years on this day, just to commemorate the soul of the Mohist army in this windy valley. So... drop and not fall, all step into the big Chu The northern monks in the territory are not dead!"

In this conversation between the two, how can Yeluye still understand the meaning of ink repair? Mo Xiuzhen actually wanted to burn all of them to death in the Return Valley for the revenge of the Mohist army who died here more than a decade ago. Yeluye only felt that his throat was a little bit painful. He stepped forward and bite his teeth: "Ding Wang, the king was defeated, and the king of life and death was allowed to be disposed of by the king. However, I also asked the king to let go of these soldiers. They are all Take orders."

After Mo Xiu’s body, Feng Zhiyao sneered a sneer: “Is the Yelu Emperor mean that those people behind you have not slaughtered the people of my Central Plains?” Yelu’s wild words, the blood of the North Chu River flows into the river, and more of them are The "sex" life of ordinary people in Dachu. So that the entire ten rooms are nine empty, in such a case, how the Yeluye theory is also a sophistry.

Ink repaired a cold smile and raised his hand: "Let the arrow!"

Around the Mohist army, the arrows were laid out neatly, and the arrows were like rain.

"Ink repair, you are deceiving too much!" He Lian screamed, "rush out!"

The beasts are still fighting, let alone people. Although these North Korean soldiers have long been exhausted, but they are not allowed to fight in the face of life and death. One by one almost red-eyed and rushed out in the direction of the north.

Looking at the action of the Northern Army, ink repaired a cold smile on his lips. In the hands of Feng Zhiyao, the flag of the black "color" waved, and the Mohist army officers responded unceremoniously, but in the northwest direction, if there was a gap, a gap was left for the soldiers to pass.

Mo Xiuqi and others did not catch up, but the **** "color" calmly stood there and looked away from the direction of the North Remnant.

"Boom!" A loud noise, the northwest direction suddenly red light, and in a moment it was red, almost half of the sky. The faint, screaming mourning voice came from the northwest, almost unbearable.

Ye Li silently stood next to Ink repair, after all, he still closed his eyes and couldn't bear to hold his eyes and raised his hand to cover the ears of Mo Xiaobao. Mo Xiaobao refused to hold the hand of Ye Liu, although the screams were scared in his ears, but he even knew that the father was revenge for the Mohist army and the uncle who died in the past. Children are always naive and cruel, and there are only absolute right and wrong in their eyes. Since it is right, you must be afraid or even pity.

Feng Zhiyao silently looked at the red light in the distance, and he participated in the war more than a decade ago. Although he did not catch up with the return to the valley, but when he and Mo Xiuqi arrived, they still saw the horrors of the soldiers who died in the return wind valley. No, they can't even be called war dead, they are drowning.

Like Mo Xiu, in the past 19 years, Feng Zhiyao has never forgotten. I think that these murderous Mohist army spirits have never rested. Until now, the 200,000-strong army in the north of the country worshipped the soul of the Mohist army.

willing,

Schering, rest in peace!

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