The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

The battle between Daqing and southern Xinjiang has not yet begun, and the soldiers of Daqing have already lost their positions.

How will we fight the next battle?

The sky was filled with the terrified and strenuous shouts of the soldiers, intertwined with each other, and the flocks of birds gradually circled in one place, without them taking action, these soldiers had already fled in all directions.

It can be said that the scene at this time has become a mess.

The people here are turned on their backs, but the southern Xinjiang on the other side is full of fun.

The originally tense atmosphere disappeared.

Seeing the backbone coming, the people in southern Xinjiang relaxed a lot.

Inexplicably, they believed that this divinely ordained saint would definitely bring them the gospel.

Wei Rou, who was sitting on Dahei's body, looked solemnly at the Daqing soldiers in the distance.

She didn't want to ruin her life because of this, but since Daqing was approaching the city, it would be unreasonable for her not to stand up and do something.

Anyway, with the title of Saintess of Southern Xinjiang on her head, she can only do her best.

Not only the soldiers of Daqing, but also the flock of birds were also killed and injured. Many corpses fell on the battlefield, blood flowed like rivers, which made people feel unbearable.

Wei Rou had never seen such a scene before, she thought that her heart would be hardened enough after living a new life, but now she still felt a little sad.

She also thought that Gu Xi had experienced such a fight since he went to the battlefield in his teens, which was even worse than today's. How did he face this situation at that time?

How did he stand up in such a bloody storm?Also achieved this period after period of legend?

Wei Rou's thoughts came back, and she pursed her lips and looked at Gu Xi who was aside.

"What should I do next?"

Gu Xi also looked at the battle ahead.

"Without a cup of tea, they will retreat."

Although I don't know who is leading the army, but now that the battle situation has become like this, if we don't retreat, we will only suffer heavy losses.

Anyone with a little brain will not continue to chase forward at this time.

Unless that person really wants to ruin the entire army.

Wei Rou nodded.

Gu Xi said again: "You don't have to come forward this time, if you teach them that this is what you did, Bao Buqi will find someone to assassinate you."

Even though there are people guarding Wei Rou around, Gu Xi still doesn't want this kind of thing to happen, so be careful.

Wei Rou shrugged helplessly when she heard this, "I'm afraid I can't hide it."

Gu Xi was silent for a moment, and the surrounding people in southern Xinjiang were shouting for the saint. The soldiers of Daqing only needed to inquire a little bit to know who the saint was, and they couldn't hide it.

It seems that the next step is to strengthen vigilance.

Seeing Gu Xi's appearance, Wei Rou smiled slightly, and her tense expression relaxed a little.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

As expected by Gu Xi, not long after, the soldiers of Daqing receded one after another like a wave of rest.

There are corpses lying all over the border in southern Xinjiang, some of which have exposed deep bones, spears stuck on the ground, and fallen banners, which are still stained with blood. It is not known whether they belong to humans or animals.

Sitting on the big black back, Wei Rou watched the desolate scene from afar, unable to hide the sadness on her face.

She patted Dahei underneath.

"Big black."

Before she said anything, Dahei seemed to feel something, and drove her to the border.

The flock of birds that had been circling in the sky also slowly flew back, hovering above Wei Rou's head, forming a protective barrier.

Wei Rou got down from Dahei and buried the bodies of those birds and beasts on the spot.

Seeing her acting like this, Gu Xi didn't stop her, and called out the shadow guards to clean up the corpses on the battlefield.