Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

"It doesn't matter, I can fight one against a hundred."

Pei Zhao gave a relieved smile and held his hand tighter.

In fact, even he himself was not sure. The only thing he could do was to stick to it, which would be considered as fulfilling the military order. It was nothing more than a life.

"Pei Zhao."

Qi Sui called him out coldly, and the burning candlelight on the bedside reflected each other's eyes, making them a little more harmonious and warm.

He said calmly: "If you go to Yancheng, I will accompany you. I am more powerful than you. I can fight one against a thousand."

"It's too dangerous, no way. Marching is hard, you..."

"Come to the battlefield instead of fighting? I'm not here for sightseeing."

Qi Sui's tone was a little dissatisfied, "There is no way marching is not painful, but I used to march for tens or hundreds of years. It's just a few months, and it's nothing if it goes by in the blink of an eye."

Tens and hundreds of years...

Pei Zhao subconsciously touched his forehead. It was late at night, so he wasn't awake yet, right?

"Why do you look so retarded?"

Qi Sui opened his hand and spoke firmly.

"I am discussing this matter with you very seriously. You didn't tell me last time you came to Mobei. It won't work this time."

"Didn't I tell you this?"

Pei Zhao straightened up, knelt on one knee on the bed, hugged the man, and smiled foolishly in the young man's ear.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to me. I'm much stronger than you think."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The berth was so small that he almost rolled off the bed as soon as he got up.

He was hugged around the waist with quick eyes and hands. He was sleeping on his side and picked up the quilt to cover the two of them.

"A Sui, how long has it been since you slept with me? Don't go back to the camp tonight."

"What are you doing?"

Qi Sui was a little warm from being hugged. She knew that he was changing the subject, so she couldn't think of anything to say to him.

Just watching him rub against her neck.

Slightly angry, "Are you being a rogue? I haven't said I forgive you yet."

"Seeing as I am about to go into the army, please forgive me."

Pei Zhao smiled with his eyes, kissed the young man's neck with lingering breath, and hugged his thin shoulders and back.

Leaving light and shallow marks along the way.

His final voice was slightly deep, like the thickness after being soaked in strong tea, with a slight undercurrent of hoarseness, which made Qi Sui's heart tighten.

"A Sui, when this battle is over, I will marry you and go home."

The light of the candle was extinguished, and there was no sound of any disturbance. Only the burning torches outside the tent shone one or two rays of scattered light.

Mobei, with its thousands of ravines and ravines, is a vast expanse of rivers and mountains, and every inch of sand and stone rolled over is screaming with the cry of eagles.

It's the wind, it's the rain, it's the miles-long Populus euphratica forest in the desert.

The next day, when Qi Sui woke up, the sky was bright and his eyes were too sleepy to open. He could vaguely hear the discussion outside.

"Why did everyone disappear when I woke up? It was so fast."

"The elite troops assigned by the general left early in the morning. The war in Yancheng is urgent, and it will be a matter of time before a fight begins."

"But it's only five thousand, Northern Qi has twenty thousand... Our side will soon start a war, and the imperial court has been dragging its feet with no reinforcements. Sooner or later we will..."

"Don't say such depressing words, the war hasn't started yet!"

Several soldiers sighed and finished their discussion outside, and soon became silent.

Qi Sui's eyes were empty, and there was a hint of coolness on his exposed ankles.

The people beside him had long since disappeared. From what they said, it was impossible to tell how far they had left the military camp.

...This guy left him and ran away again.

Qi Sui grabbed the mattress in annoyance, his complex emotions churning, his throat became uncomfortable and swollen, and he took a breath for a long time.

Suddenly gritted his teeth.

He punched the bed with his fist, making a dent!

"If you don't take me with you, you will die! Wait for me to collect your body!"

Brainless stuff!

Qi Sui was so angry that he grabbed his clothes and put them on angrily. He could slap anyone with a black face!

Not long after, the horn of war sounded.

The yellow sand is decaying and turning red day by day, black crows are hovering on the desolate branches, and gunpowder smoke is everywhere.

Some of the troops from the Northern Qi Dynasty went to Yancheng, and those who stayed in the eastern suburbs could barely cope with the current situation, but it also meant that Yancheng was isolated and helpless.

Mobei has asked the court for help several times, hoping to receive reinforcements, but the court has not replied, let alone the arrival of reinforcements.

The feasting and feasting of the capital city is not the dry food and water bottles for the soldiers of Mobei, and the extravagant golden nest cannot provide any warm tent to protect them from the wind and rain.

"Nanzhao soldiers, follow me to kill, follow me -!!"

Wolf smoke was everywhere, and beacon fire was rising into the sky.

The sound of fighting broke out, corpses lay everywhere, and there was no light for thousands of miles.

"We only have one chance, fight with our lives and never retreat!"

Along with the shouts of the soldiers charging into battle, countless corpses stretched in the wilderness.

Blood splattered in the sword fight, and screams continued.

In early June, it rained in Mobei.

The war continued on the seventh day.

The battle was dark, and the smell of blood in the air covered up the smell of damp earth. Countless people fell and countless people stood up.

Qi Sui's body followed the instinct, and his eyes turned red in the pouring rain. The sword blade was slack in his hand, but he slashed down with the sword.

There are 30,000 soldiers in the eastern suburbs, but only 5,000 are going to Yancheng.

If the battle in the eastern suburbs can be won, the remaining troops can go to Yancheng and protect the people there.

But, but...

"Captain! Captain! I can't do it anymore. Urgent report from Yancheng!"

The soldiers and horses in the back row, Zhao Ying, were fighting among the people. He was hit hard by a sword on his back and finally fell backwards from exhaustion!

Qi Sui always stayed by Zhao Ying's side, turning around to hold the man's body that was about to fall.

Quickly take him to a relatively safe location.

"Captain!"

"No, it's okay..." Zhao Ying coughed weakly.

At the same time, the soldier who sent the urgent report handed out a blood-stained paper scroll in his hand, his lips trembling in panic.

"Captain... Urgent report from Yancheng, five thousand soldiers have lost four thousand, they can't hold on any longer!"

This is to be expected.

But upon hearing the news, Zhao Ying still trembled.

The rain got into his eyes, causing him to breathe heavily.

"The city of Yan cannot be lost. What will happen to the people inside once it is lost? What will happen to the city behind!"

Zhao Ying looked at the swords and swords in front of him, his palms were filled with a large amount of smoothness, and his lips were so pale that he seemed about to faint in the next second.

"No, we can't lose it... How many people do we still have in the eastern suburbs?"

"Including the current ones, there are only thirteen thousand."

"Three thousand, allocate three thousand to Yancheng!"

The imperial court finally received a letter a few days ago saying that it would send troops to support, but it was unclear when exactly it would be.

All they can do now is to resist stubbornly, but the eastern suburbs can still resist, and Yancheng must not be lost!

"But Captain, there is no one left in the army... They——"

"Captain, let me go."

Qi Sui, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up.

Big raindrops fell down, glistening down the tips of his jet-black hair, blurring his vision.

His voice was choked, and he reached out to take the emergency report, trembling, and repeated it.

"Captain, let me go, I only want one thousand, I only want one thousand..."