Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

As it got closer to noon, the only light gradually dimmed, but the wind and snow in the sky grew stronger.

In the howling wind and snow just outside the city, a small scarlet door quietly opened, the hem of the red cloak was raised, and the pure white horse stopped in front of the door with two sounds of __, and the falling white snowflakes fell on the ground. The jet-black bun melted away instantly, her slender white fingers clasped the reins tightly, and her thin red lips were tightly pressed against the edge of the furry hat.

Not far behind the leading rider, a figure in a gray cloak rode forward and lowered his voice to report.

"Neijun, everything has been arranged."

The leading white horse snorted, and its hoofs trampled on the white snow uneasy. The man on the horse responded with a low voice. His slender fingers were almost transparent against the ice and snow. Compared with his crow-like long hair and scarlet cloak, The bright colors almost sting the eyes.

"Let's go, drive!"

The sound of horseshoes hitting the slightly wet ground raised muddy soil with a bloody smell. Behind the white horse were many men in black with boxes on their backs, passing over the dry yellow grass like a flash of lightning, and the heavy sound came from far away. As they approached the Red River Valley, where the screams of killing were loud, the strong wind whipped snow particles and slapped everyone's faces, making them feel icy cold.

When they arrived at the outskirts of the Red River Valley, they saw crooked corpses all along the road, and one of the soldiers, even though he was dead, was still holding a small bright red flag tightly in his hand. Ding Ding glanced at the soldier, then raised his hand and drew out his long sword to look at the narrow and long valley not far away, where the two sides were fighting very stalemate.

The long sword was stained with blood and slashed across an enemy soldier who was rushing over. Jiang Luoyu's eyes flashed coldly at the situation in front of him. Instead of riding his horse forward, he suddenly turned his horse's head to the sides of the Red River Valley When he reached the bluestone steps at the foot of the mountain, a Li bird with emerald feathers swooped down from the sky—this was given to him by Murong Hao to be domesticated for several years after he entered the Murong Mansion. The young bird has been used to deliver messages for Jiang Luoyu.

Seeing the snow-white Li bird swooping in, Jiang Luoyu raised his hand and whistled. The Li bird seemed to find its direction suddenly, flapped its wings and landed on the light armor on Jiang Luoyu's arm, stretched out The bright red claws allowed the master to take off the brocade in the letter box, unfold it to read the densely packed small characters.

"Luo Bai can't get away by himself, but he has already sent people towards this side. You take people and armor to meet them."

Scanning the news on it, Jiang Luoyu breathed out a breath of white air, obviously relaxed a bit, turned his head to look at Sleeping Star who was waiting for orders and the many men in black behind him, and gave orders in a low voice.

When Mian Xing heard this, his face suddenly changed, and he immediately shook his head and refused to leave: "Mr. Nei, your body is unusual and you must not act like this. If your subordinates take these dead men away..."

"It's enough to leave me a few dead soldiers. I know that going in with such a body is a burden. I will never go into the Red River Valley to fight on my own. Don't worry. As long as you can meet the Sergeant Otaki who came , and quickly arranged everything I ordered, and came back to me immediately."

Seeing his worried appearance, Jiang Luoyu's eyes softened a little, but her face did not fluctuate at all. She raised her hand and patted his shoulder, raised her arm but put on the heavy armor, got on the horse again and clamped her legs, He led a few men in black who followed him up the bluestone road up the mountain, and the sound echoed in the empty valley.

"let's go!"

Looking at his back, Mian Xing couldn't help but gritted her teeth, forced herself to suppress the worries in her heart, and got on her horse with the rest of her life.

The man in black turned his horse's head and rode towards the valley mouth again. The horse's hooves hit the dark red soil in bursts, setting off gusts of wind, and were soon completely buried by sheets of white snow.

The dark blue mountain was quickly covered by the vast white snow, and the bright red and broken limbs under it were shocking. The man in the scarlet cloak drew out his swords, and walked along the bloody road with indifferent eyes. There was a pause on the severed bow and arrow, and the slender fingers clenched even more tightly.

It seems that the man is not completely unprepared for such an arrangement... Before entering the valley, he had wiped out the ambush archers on the cliffs on both sides, otherwise if the army entered the mountain depression, it would definitely suffer a bigger ambush. But I don't know what's going on in the valley now...

While thinking this way, he narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched the two swords by his side, walked towards the edge of the cliff step by step, raised his hand and slashed a remnant soldier who was supporting him to escape, and stared down the cliff .

Everything that could be seen was blurred by the fluttering white snow, broken limbs flew high, the sound of endless shouts of killing and the sound of swords piercing flesh, followed by an instant rush from below, with a strong blood that could not go away, The gust of wind raised the scarlet cloak, as if it was the only bright color left in the world.

Returning his hands and inserting the two swords back into the scabbards, the pair of black jade-like pupils moved slightly, and landed on the man in the silver armor in the middle of the valley. It was dyed dark red, and although his life was not in danger due to his superb martial arts, when there was a deep bone wound on his forearm, he couldn't help pursing his lips secretly, and his face became more and more stern.

The man in black walked quickly to his side and reported in a low voice: "My lord, you are ready."

Since he was ordered to enter the Red River Valley, he first sent people to kill the archers lying in ambush on the cliffs on both sides, and then led most of the infantry into the valley, only to find that the number of troops in the valley was completely different from what was reported, and even the soldiers under his command There were three times as many sergeants, and Murong Hao already felt that he had been tricked. He unconsciously recalled that when Xiao Yu's fingers slid across the Red River Valley on the map in the early morning in the city guard mansion, he felt thoughtful and full of emotions. Standing next to Xiao Yu with that person, showing a look of panic for the first time, his dark brown eyes darkened by killing intent, but he clenched the spear in his right hand even more tightly.

He fought non-stop for nearly two hours. No matter how deep his inner strength was and how strong his martial arts were, he still felt a little tired. He looked away from the corpses of several Hun generals and the only Hun prince he had killed in front of him. During the fight, he hurriedly glanced at the surrounding sergeants, and was a little shocked to find that the deaths of these few people did not prevent the remaining Huns from attacking, but instead made them fight harder with the remaining Dajin soldiers, even at the expense of their own death. Also drag a few more people.

Such ferocity and fearlessness of death have long surpassed that of ordinary soldiers.

From this point of view, all of this is more like an agreement long ago. Even if the commander of the Hun soldiers will be killed at this time, all the Hun soldiers will still not retreat, but will desperately destroy Dajin. In the army, there are many well-trained dead soldiers wearing soldiers' clothes mixed in. All the dead soldiers' blades were suddenly poisoned. When the soldier's dagger sliced ​​across his forearm, he should have fallen anyway.

Such a vicious and thoughtful plan is not like Xiao Yu's daring to frame him alone, but more like the idea of ​​the Wuya family who has defected...

The spear in his hand killed the person in front of him who intended to sneak attack on the exposed rock. That handsome fair face was already stained with dark red blood. In one person's heart, a majestic and heavy drum sounded suddenly at this moment, as if it was beating with the heart in his chest——

What is this sound?

The lieutenant general who had been secretly following him was already drenched in blood. Hearing this voice, his expression brightened immediately, and he ignored his calf which was still bleeding from the arrow just now, so he moved to Murong Hao's side with difficulty, and said in a low voice with some excitement. : "General, it's the sound of marching drums! This drumbeat is... reinforcements are coming soon!"

The man in black and silver armor didn't answer when he heard the words, but turned his head slowly and looked in the direction of the sound of the drum.

Flocks of fluffy snowflakes fell all over the sky, almost covering his vision, but when the cold wind rolled up and unfolded the scarlet cloak that was lifted by the sound of drums, Murong Hao's eyes instantly shrank to a dot, Dingding looked at that figure in disbelief, almost forgetting that there were still many enemies around him.

"... Chen Hua?"

Jiang Luoyu stood in front of the marching drum, which was as tall as a man, clasped the drumsticks with both hands and thumped the big drum, and followed the army's custom to beat the drum beats for reinforcements. He didn't look down the mountain again. People's reaction after hearing the drumbeat and recognizing him, but there are circles of joy and bitterness in the bottom of my heart.

Zhaomin, with my current body, I can't easily drag you down, but since I'm here now, I must let you know that I have the same thoughts as you--

If I cannot live with you, I am willing to die with you.

The sound of drums from the march reverberated in this world, and the red color suddenly bloomed against the wind and snow, like a red plum blooming proudly. The Dajin sergeant, who was a little depressed at first, heard the sound of such drums , Gradually cheer up and fight back against the Huns army. After a while, another wave of shouts and killings came from the direction outside the valley, which proved that reinforcements did come to meet them.

Murong Hao also heard the same sound, but his handsome face did not change at that moment, he still chopped down the dead man who came to him with a blank expression, and looked far away in the direction of Taniguchi, At the next moment he suddenly saw those soldiers wearing Otaki armor rushing in from Taniguchi, commanded by some unknown generals wearing Otaki armor to come this way, his already dignified gaze became even deeper. up.

No matter how indifferent he is at the moment, he already knows where these troops came from—as long as anyone who is interested sees the armor of Da Jin and Da Long, and thinks of Da Jin and Da Long fighting against the Huns together for nearly half a year, they will definitely be able to guess. Come out, this is the army from the Xiaoyao King not far from here.

But the strange thing is that although these generals who lead the sergeants are wearing gold armor, Murong Hao has no impression of them at all.

The man in Xuanyi vaguely felt that this matter must be weird, or it was the arrangement of the man who was beating drums on the mountain at this time, but according to common sense, if there is no tiger order in charge of military supplies, it is absolutely impossible to adjust these armors...

This kind of thinking did not exist in his mind for too long, but was quickly brought to an end by the pounce of the remaining few dead soldiers. into a person's chest, but the dead soldier desperately fought for his life, and inserted a very small dagger into his shoulder——