Golden Age Legitimate Fei

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407. Funeral dog

In the early morning, when the Mohist army once again slammed the drums, the Chu army was really defeated. The Mohist Army opened the door to Fuyang City with almost no effort to destroy it. Almost all of the generals are missing, and at least half of the soldiers are exhibiting. When the soldiers on the upper floor of the Xiangyang City saw the white hair under the city, the white man suddenly lost all his courage. At one time, the 800,000-strong army collapsed.

At this time, Mo Jingli was still unaware of the Taishou House in the city. This time the injury is a huge blow to his physiology or psychology. Especially in the case that he still suspected that the ink repair was still alive, the temper of Mo Jingli became even more varied and varied. Being seriously injured, it is even more difficult for him to get out of bed, not to mention the fact that he is on the battlefield to direct the war.

"The emperor! The emperor! Not good!" When Mo Jingli once again thundered toward the enemy's doctor, the doorstep came from the door.

Mo Jingli frowned and displeased: "Get in! What?"

The attendant fell to the ground and cried in horror: "The emperor... Mo Jiajun, Mo Jiajun came in!"

"What?!" Mo Jingli suddenly got up, suddenly it was a twist of the distorted **** "color", "How can the Mojia army come in so quickly?" It is not that Mo Jingli's eyes are higher than the top, do not believe in Mohist The ability of the army. But there are 800,000 troops in Puyang. Unless these soldiers are all at the same time, the Mohist army is no longer able to score in such a breath.

"It's true... Our army deputy generals have disappeared. There are still half of the soldiers and horses... suddenly eating their stomachs. In addition... In addition, it seems that someone has seen the king appear at the gate of the city." I didn’t see ink repairing myself. It’s unclear what people who listened to the letter said. After all, the dead king of the king suddenly appeared at the gate of the city, which really frightened many people. Most ordinary soldiers find it difficult to think of things like the death of the king. The first reflection is mostly that they think they are ghosts. [

"Ink repair?!" Mo Jingli's face "color" is white, even the hand under the sleeve can not help but start to tremble, "What is going on?! Check it out!" The waiter trembled : "The emperor... Mo Jiajun has already entered the city gate. Let's go... let's go."

"Escape?" Mo Jingli's eyes are full of blood. "Where can you escape?"

The attendant advised: "Leave the green hills, don't be afraid of no firewood. Emperor... As long as we return to Jiangnan, we will be able to make a comeback. If the king is caught..." The waiter shook, he was ink Li’s confidant, if it is caught by the king, there is absolutely death. The reputation of Ding Wang has been heard a lot in these years.

After listening to the attendants, the ink color of the ink goddess changed slightly, and the eyes changed.

This account is very easy to play, and there are almost no casualties on both sides. When the white king of the white body fell in the center of the largest street in Xiangyang City, everyone could not help but stop the weapons in their hands. I only listened to the sound of ink repairing and sent it in all directions. "All the big Chu soldiers put down their weapons. The king has never been jealous."

Some people hesitate, these people are ordinary soldiers. Without the commander of the generals, they are a loose sand. They don't even know what they should do next. The Mojiajun and Dingwangfu are indeed the most revered places in the hearts of the big Chu men who are born and raised. The glory of the great Chu who was guarded by the Mohist army is also the deepest recollection of everyone who has experienced the chaos of the Great Chu War. Soon, someone dropped the weapon in his hand.

There will be a second one. Soon the sound of the weapons landing all over the street, the people who had been hiding in their own homes and closed their doors have also come out. The homeowners of various famous families in Yunzhou, headed by Chu Shaoying, have even greeted them. "Chu people and other people congratulate the Royal Highness!"

"Congratulations to His Royal Highness! Longevity of the king!" A burst of cheers broke out in the crowd, and the voice of the call quickly swept the entire city of Xiangyang.

Seeing that a potentially protracted siege war was supposed to be solved was almost a casualty. The generals of the Mohist army have all revealed their smiles. Lenghuai stood on the street and looked at Lu Jinxian, who was not far away, and smiled: "It is really one person who can reach a million soldiers. Under the heavens, who else can have this reputation in addition to His Royal Highness?"

As a veteran of the Mo Jiajun, Lu Jinxian is also honored. Nodded and smiled: "The cold general said that in addition to the king... Who can prestige under the heavens?" Cold and Huai smiled lightly, and now the battle with Xiling is still a winner, but watching the deployment of the king I can understand that the good days of the Xiling army are only going to end. In this world, who else can master the winner besides Ding Wang? The world that has been separated for hundreds of years will finally be unified again in the hands of Dingwangfu. A true dynasty will come. Even a veteran like Lenghuai can't help but scream.

"This king will be able to send troops to Xiling, where the great Chu soldiers, willing to follow the king to fight against the Xiling, and tomorrow with the king to start. Unwilling, stay in Fuyang. After the end of the war, you can repent of Jiangnan."

"I am willing to follow His Royal Highness and fight against Xiling!"

"I will wait to follow His Royal Highness!"

"Swear to follow His Royal Highness!"

The crumbling big Chu, and the dynasty of the kingdom. The ruthless Chu Di and the wise and wise king, the soldiers who used the cannon fodder, the ink-painted ink, and the love of the soldiers, such as the ink repair, how to choose almost no choice. [

Innovative ink nodded and said: "Very good, from now on, all the Chu army in Fuyang City, that is, under the arm of the Mohist Army."

"Swear to loyalty to the lord!"

Lu Qingxian and Lenghuai were ordered to resettle the big Chu soldiers who had just returned to the country. Mo Xiuzhen took the people to the Taishou House where Mo Jingli was located. When I was familiar with the road, I entered the room of Mo Jingli and saw only the doctor and the servant who died. However, Mo Jingli himself has already disappeared from Jing Li himself.

"Mo Jingli escaped? Wang Ye, his subordinate immediately sent people to find." Xu Qingfeng annoyed. Before I was sent only to the Taishou House, I did not even send Qilin to stare. Who can think that under the heavy squad, Mo Jingli can still escape from the government.

Ink repaired nodded and said: "Go, don't blame yourself. Compared with receiving Fuyang City, Mo Jingli is not a big deal." Although it shows that the soldiers are not bloody, they have received the Yangyang City, but the blood left in the dark is not less. The confidant guards of Mo Jingli, the dark guards of the Dachu Royal, and some of the generals who still care for Mo Jingli, who had already invested in the family of Mo Jingli, need to be cleaned up in the shortest possible time. Moreover, as the emperor of Mo Jingli, how could he not have a dark guard? Although the dark guard of the Dachu royal family is not as good as the unicorn of the Mojia army, it is no worse than Lei Zhenwei’s Jinyiwei. It’s not hard to face face to face, but it’s not difficult to escape with one person.

Xu Qingfeng nodded and turned away.

Ink repaired his head and glanced at a **** room. The lips sneered a sneer. "Mu Jingli, if the king is you, I would rather die here... maybe it will be better."

Mo Xiu did not stop in Fuyang because of Mo Jingli's escape. The next day, the morning was not yet bright, and Mo Xiuzhen left Fuyang with a cold Huaihe and a million army. Only more than 200,000 soldiers and horses were left, and Lu Jinxian and Yunxiao were responsible for all the places east of Fuyang. Now that Mo Jingli has been seriously injured, at least for a long time, it cannot be tossed. And even if he was well fed, Mo Xiuzhen also prepared a lot of things waiting for him, I am afraid that nothing can be tossed out. In the case that the strength of the army does not occupy too much disadvantage, Mo Xiuzhen is absolutely reassured about the ability of Lu Jinxian.

At this time, there are dozens of secluded small courtyards outside the city of Xiangyang. The outside looks like an ordinary farmhouse, but the atmosphere in the courtyard is chilling. Several guard-like men stood in the yard, and the **** "color" listened abruptly to the painful "呻" sound. In the dark room, the ink of the goddess Mo Jing Li was staring at the man who was squatting and not far away. The man was beaten up and **** and bloody, and he was already dying.

"Let's say, how did the Mo Jiajun enter the city in the end?" Mo Jing Li Shen "color" sinister asked.

The man shook his head in a difficult way, and his eyes were full of prayers. He really didn't know how the Mohist army entered the city, and he didn't know why the Chu army officers suddenly diarrhea after using the newly sent food. He was just a small rations officer. If he knows that he will be sinned if he escapes, he would rather stay in Fuyang City to be a prisoner. When Mojing Lidun lost his resistance to sex, Shen Sheng said: "Throw it out!"

The man was frightened and asked for mercy, but now he has no voice for mercy. Being thrown out does not mean that the torture is over, but that his life will end here. These days, he is not the first person to suffer these sins, and will never be the last one. Soon, the man who had been beaten into blood was dragged out. No one will pity him. In the past few days, the injury of Mo Jingli has not been good, and his temper has become more and more violent. Most people are used to it.

A servant-looking man enters the door with care, "Imperial...Imperial?"

"What is it?" Mo Jingli asked coldly. Since suffering such an embarrassing injury, Mo Jingli has become extraordinarily gloomy. Even the room where he lives has become sinister, and even the light is not allowed to see. The attendant came in and finally adapted to the darkness in the room, but still surprised the cold look of Mo Jingli. Depressed the fear in the heart, the servant whispered: "The emperor of the emperor... the king, the king has conquered all the soldiers and horses of Fuyang. Yesterday morning, he took the soldiers and horses and left Xiangyang to go west."

In the dark room, it was silent for a long time. After a while, I heard that the voice of Mo Jingli was slowly and fiercely spread. "Ink repaired... with a sly horse, to fight with Lei Zhen?"

"Return to the emperor, yes. The 800,000 Mohist army in the city of Fuyang has all been returned to the king." The obedient voice suppressed.

"Family! These traitors! You want to marry them nine!" With a bang, one thing crossed the ear of the attendant and squatted behind him. The waiter fell softly and fell to the ground. "The emperor is angry, the emperor cares for the dragon body." Mo Jingli sneered, staring at the attendant who was lying on the ground: "Keep your weight? You all want to die earlier?"

"The slaves don't dare... the emperor is forgiving." The man who was kneeling on the ground trembled: "The emperor... the emperor is angry, waiting for us to return to the south of the Yangtze River. It is not too late to reorganize the soldiers and horses to find the revenge of the palace. Now this... The North is almost all the soldiers and horses of the Royal Palace. Let's say, we really shouldn't stay for a long time." After venting a pass, Mo Jingli gradually recovered a trace of wisdom and looked at the sweaty attendants in front of her eyes. Get up."

The attendant knew that today was a pass, and the heart secretly let out a sigh of relief, and quickly thanked the emperor for standing up. His respectfulness seems to make Mo Jingli very satisfied, and the voice of Mo Jingli is more peaceful. "You will prepare, return to Jiangnan early tomorrow."

"Yes Yes……"

"Opening the emperor, Qiu Daren asked to see." Outside the door, the guard said. Mo Jingli frowned slightly, and some displeased words: "What is he doing?" Outside the door, Qiu Daren’s voice still had some breathing, apparently in a hurry: "The emperor, the old minister has an urgent report."

"come in."

Qiu Daren opened the door and frowned at the darkness in the room. What I want to say, Mo Jingli asked in a deep voice: "What is it?" Qiu Daren took a folded paper from his sleeve and said: "Look at the emperor, this is the county where the old minister has just been away. Tear off. Announcement issued by several co-branded couples in Yunzhou." Mo Jingli fiercely sat up and said: "Chu Shaoying? Fast, take it and give it to you." The attendant took over from Qiu Daren. The paper basket was up and lit a candlestick not far from the bed. The two of them only saw the appearance of the bed of Mo Jingli. Because of the serious injuries and the anger of these days, the face of Mo Jingli was obviously very pale, and the whole person became very thin. Most importantly, the individual has a feeling of extreme disharmony. Qiu Daren frowned and didn't dare to look again. He was neither the confidant nor the heavy minister of Mo Jingli. He did not understand Mo Jingli. Although I know that the emperor is a bit wrong, but now I have no time to take care of these things.

The ink plaque in the hands of Mo Jingli, the original smile on the lips also solidified on the lips. The notice was not written by him to criticize Murray and the various sins of the palace and the declaration of allegiance to him, but to all kinds of complaints against him. Up to him poisoned Mo Jingqi under house arrest, killing the ink cloud, descending to him to abandon the city and fleeing, and the alliance with the Xiling North, and so on, everything can be clearly seen as if you see it. These literati's pens are sometimes more profitable than knives. In their writings, Mo Jingli is a sinister villain who is unyielding and filial and even ignoring the world. What makes Mo Jingli angry is that the notice was posted before the Mohist army broke through the sun. The following payment indicates that the notice was announced on the second day after Chu Shaoying expressed his loyalty to him, and the joint names of these people happened to be several homeowners who announced their success after Chu Shaoying.

"Chu, Shao, Ying." Mo Jingli gritted his teeth, his eyes looked like a general "shooting" to Qiu Daren. "Why didn't you have any news in Fuyang before?" Qiu Daren quickly said: "They were not suitable for release in Fuyang. At first, it was a small county town that was 30 miles away from Fuyang. After that, it spread to the surrounding area, but it never released any news in Fuyang. So...we are..." Qiu Daren said, while bowing his head, In my heart, I keep thinking. Look at the appearance of the emperor, I am afraid that this is true. Although the two were the truth of the death of the emperor, he did not know, but the emperor abandoned Chu Jing and fled, and after the reintroduction of Chu Jing by the king's palace, the joint Beibei and Xiling attacked the Mohist army was all known to the whole world. The emperor... finished...

"Waste! The order is passed down, and the heads of Chu Shaoying and the few **** are coming back to see you!" Mo Jingli yelled.

"Imperial...Imperial..." The attendants around him are: "This... I’m afraid... Ding Wang left a team of 200 people with unicorns in Fuyang City. Our people in Fuyang are afraid..."

The so-called Fushuang to the disaster is not alone, when Mo Jingli thinks that he is already bad enough, there are still more unfortunate things waiting for him. The pedestrians were not able to raise the wounds of Mo Jingli, and they hid the whereabouts and went quietly to Jiangnan. But I didn't want to go in less than two days, and another news spread again across the river. The Empress Dowager Taichu and the Nanjing Quchen successively murdered the two emperors with the emperor. The Xingbing Road ordered the millions of soldiers to die, and the Emperor Mo Jingli, the son of the Emperor Mojingqi, was the emperor. And announced that it will be repaired with Dingwangfu and jointly crusade Xiling. Did not wait for Mo Jingli to go back, Mo Suiyun boarded the emperor under the support of the Empress Dowager and the ministers. On the second day of the throne, the 300,000 troops were ordered to cross the Yunxiao River and march to Xiling. After getting this news, Mo Jingli spit on the spot and fainted. After waking up, I was madly screaming and smashing the things in the room. However, the body that was seriously injured was even weaker, but Mo Jingli still refused to stop. "Ink repair! Ink repair! You must kill you! You must kill you!"

Outside the door, the screaming of the singer of the singer of the singer of the singer and the screaming of the screaming of the singer.

In the Xiling Lei Teng Wind Army, these days, with the face of Murong Shen and Nan Hou and others, the face of Lei Tengfeng also carries a trace of exhaustion. Nanhou and Murong Shen are all veterans who have been through the battlefield for a long time, that is, the Lei Teng wind force is dominant, but they still do not take much advantage in their confrontation. These days, the two sides can only be regarded as a stalemate and each wins or loses. However, the situation did not have as smooth as their father and son expected. The Xiling army had just been hit by Feihongguan and was badly hit. Even Lei Zhenduo was seriously injured. This is absolutely something that no one has ever thought of, so that the Xiling soldiers and horses surrounding Feihongguan are low. On the contrary, because of the death of ink repair, the Mohist army of Feihong closed the whole army and murderous. One heart wants to avenge the king, this kind of contrast, even if the Xiling army is almost several times more than the Mojia army, Feihongguan is not so easy to win.

On these two days, Murong Shen and Nan Hou, who had been arguing almost every day, had disappeared. This made Lei Zhenqi, who had been screaming at them in one fell swoop, as if they had punched them on cotton. And this sudden change is even more faint, making him feel a little uneasy and conspiracy.

"The end will see the world." A man dressed in an armor rushed in. Lei Tengfeng revived the "color" and sat up and said: "General Yang, what is so hurried?"

General Yang frowned: "Qi Yu Shizi, just after the end of the news, Murong Shennan Hou two roads and horses suddenly fell back 30 miles last night camp. It seems that these days do not intend to work with us." Lei Tengfeng Frown, "Don't plan to do it? Do they have any tricks?" Not to mention that Lei Tengfeng suspects that they may still be able to get rid of the time. Anyway, their task is to drag Nanhou and Murong Shen to death. Here. But the other party has absolutely no such time. After all, Feihongguan is still surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Xiling troops. Behind Feihongguan is the base camp of the Mohist Army. Murong Shen and Nan Hou absolutely can't afford to gamble.

General Yang wrinkled his eyebrows and hesitated before he said: "The subordinates still have Nanhou and Murong Shen at this time no longer in the military."

"What do you say?" Lei Tengfeng slammed up and said: "Did they rush back to Feihongguan? This is impossible. Even if they have unicorn escorts, we have blocked all the roads to Feihongguan. They are impossible. Without hesitation, we will repent of Feihongguan." In order to trap Nanhou and Murong Shen outside Feihongguan, Lei Tengfeng spent a lot of effort. Without the fierce tactics of these two legitimate young men, at this time Feihongguan, besides Ye Liu and Feng Zhiyao, the most able to play is the veteran general Lantern who is already over seventy years old.

General Yang was silent for a moment: "But... the subordinates sent people to explore, at least 50% of the grasp, these two people are indeed not in the army." If Murong Shen and Nan Hou are afraid that there is a person, the Mojiajun is definitely not Will retreat so far, and clearly means that they don't want to be enemies with them for the time being.

Lei Tengfeng has some anxious frowns. "If they don't go back to Hongguan and they are no longer in the army, then where did they go? No, let's first test people. In case this is their pre-designed trap..."

"Yes, his subordinates obey!" General Yang confessed.

"Shi Zi! Kai Shi Shi Zi, the big thing is not good!" The big account sent a rush of footsteps. Lei Tengfeng’s unpleasant frowning: “Come on.”

The people outside the door quickly came in, and gasped and said: "Qi, Kaiqi Shizi... There is a large group of people in the direction of Xiangyang who have killed us here. According to the prospective probe, at least... at least seven or eight hundred thousand people !"

"What? Mo Jingli lost?!" General Yang was shocked.

Lei Teng Fengshen "color" dignified, "No, where is the 70-800,000 people from the Mohist army?" The people of Lenghuai and Lu Jinxian add up, even if there is no wear and loss is not enough 800,000 people. What's more, after playing for so long, how can you not break it, and how can you not stay behind? Moreover, the Mohist army has always forbidden to recruit troops on the battlefield. It is impossible for the Mohist army to have so many people.

"Who is the leader?" asked Lei Tengfeng.

"Yes... It’s ink repairing... The spies in front said that they saw the king's flag of the king's palace!"

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