It's hard to seal a fool

The report was sent to Ningjing urgently in eight hundred miles.When Zhao Xi received the news, he froze.

"Say it again."

"...Han Zhonglang led 500 troops as the vanguard, and led [-] people to sneak attack on the enemy's vanguard barracks. Although they were completely wiped out, they encountered a large army of barbarians...the whole army was wiped out."

Hum——Suddenly, a heavy hammer seemed to hit his chest, and he couldn't speak because of palpitations.Those vacant phoenix eyes projected an erratic gaze, and for a moment he didn't know where to look.Zhao Xi lowered his eyelids until his pupils slowly focused.

he died?How can I die?That inexplicable hazy emotion has been entangled in my heart for four years with three points of hatred, and now there is no result. The smiling and unprincipled appearance of that person seems to be still in front of my eyes, suddenly like a bronze mirror that fell to the ground , broke apart.

Zhao Xi's heart choked, and his fists under the table were quietly clenched.

"Where's Jiang Chongshi's army?"

"It is said that... I got lost." The terrain in the desert is treacherous. Although such a low-level mistake as getting lost should not be made, there are indeed many veterans who are defeated in this place.Speaking of it, it's not a big mistake.

"Heh...heh...you're so lost." Zhao Xi sneered, and then laughed in a low voice. So what if I hand it over to such a person, and guard for a day and a night under the siege of the barbarian army? He is used to showing off!"

The dark guard bent down, not daring to answer.

"Where's the corpse?"

"Yellow mist rose from the fighting place, and the bodies of many soldiers were buried in the yellow sand."

Zhao Xi squinted his eyes, but calmed down at this moment. He leaned on the back of the red sandalwood chair and nodded, "That's right, that means there are no bones left."

"..." You can't say that, master, what's the matter with your comfortable look.

"Go down."

"promise."

The dark guard withdrew, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.Han Zhonglang has always been a mystery among the several hidden guards, only know that his master's attitude towards him is unusual, like love and hate, unpredictable.Sometimes the master doesn't care about Han Zhonglang's whereabouts at all, but sometimes he specifically asks about his recent situation.

Now that people die like a lamp going out, even though they don't know what kind of grievances there are between the two of them, the master can completely let go.

Not long after the hidden guards retreated, people around Prince Zhao Jin came to look for Zhao Xi and invited him to the East Palace for a briefing. It was said that Duke Wei had just visited the prince this morning.

The wind blows over the Mingsha Mountain in the desert, humming like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

When Song Qingming woke up, the crescent above his head was shrouded in a halo of the moon, and a few barbarian cavalry were walking leisurely. A net bag was hung between the two horses. Bring it forward.

He moved his body, only to feel pain all over his body, the armor should have been taken away by them, Song Qingming roughly estimated his injury and remaining strength.Temporarily gave up the idea of ​​struggling, lay quietly on the net bag and pretended to be dead.

It was very cold.

His mind was in a mess. At one moment, it was the tragic scene of three thousand pioneers being besieged and died. Louli and Ning Buqing listened to the music, and even the scenes of punching and kicking with those veterans who came back from the battlefield on the training ground flooded up.

Song Qingming's eyes were dazed, and he could feel the softness of his hot body, and he couldn't lift his strength.According to Qin Shou, he should be seriously injured now, the wound was inflamed and his body had a high fever, and he was in a very dangerous situation.

Is this the end?Suddenly it was Zhao Xi staring at him viciously again, his father shook his lips at the gate of the city, and finally murmured the word "Ping An", Fa Cai's pupils gradually dilated, and Song Qingming suddenly woke up.

He can't die yet.

Three thousand soldiers swore an oath in front of the battle that those who survived must give an explanation to the dead. Now that his subordinates have become the heads hanging on the enemy's horses, what right does he have to give up the chance of life?He promised his father that he would come back safely, and his mother that he would be crowned Marquis Guangzong and Yaozu. He even boldly said in front of Zhao Xi that he would never lose, and now!

He doesn't deserve to give up!

Song Qingming had some strength again. He gritted his teeth and moved his frozen hands. Panting lightly, he raised his eyelids to look at the barbarian cavalry around him.

In the distance, he saw familiar faces with blue faces, heads colliding with each other, dangling from the horse.

The tip of his nose suddenly became sore, his fists were clenched and his veins were exposed, and tears welled up in an instant, seeping into the wound on his face, as fine as a needle prick.

No, at this moment, it is most necessary to calm down.

Pick the weakest striker - turn the horse's head immediately after snatching the horse. If the speed is fast enough, the cavalry can't react in time, maybe, maybe there is a chance to escape back alive.

Song Qingming tried to breathe steadily, and looked carefully:

Right up the slope, that's a fine horse!

But at this moment Yu Wenzhi was at the forefront of the army, he expected that his captives would only be left to linger, and only some wounded and disabled generals would follow behind to take care of them.It was cold at night in the desert, and all the soldiers hurried back, wanting to return to the barracks to celebrate.

No one expected that under the dim sky, those resolute eyes were looking around and secretly planning everything.Although his five fingers were frozen stiff, his heart, which had flowed with blood, was still hot, and it continuously exuded energy.

"Hey!" Song Qingming was silent for a long time, and suddenly a carp stood up, leaped onto the horse leaning up, and pushed the unsuspecting barbarian down.

Then he took the man's bow and arrow and turned the horse's head, raised the whip and let it fall hard, and the horse flew south.

A few cavalrymen behind him yelled in the barbarian language loudly, which he half understood, they were all swearing at father and mother.

They carried Song Qingming to the rear of the army, but now several people came to chase him, and several people went to inform the army in front. Song Qingming knew that the situation was urgent and urgent, so he rode his horse and bowed, turning his head and shooting a few arrows one after another.

"I'm chasing your father!" He angrily cursed back in the barbarian language.

The desert is yellow sand, thousands of miles of loess, and the barbarians sent hundreds of cavalry to chase after Song Qingming. The horseshoes planed the yellow sand and flew up.One person and one rider, leaving dozens of horses behind, galloping in the yellow sand.

He just wants to live, go back alive, and ask Jiang Chongshi what happened!

However, his physical strength did not allow him to drag on like this, and the distance of tens of miles was only halfway through, so he could only keep whipping his horse, hoping to meet Da Wu's troops.

"Hoo--" An arrow shot, but Song Qingming couldn't avoid it, it pierced through his right arm.

He turned pale with pain, and almost fell off his horse, cursing in a low voice, throwing away the bow he had seized and the empty quiver. , Song Qingming suddenly saw a flag flying on the slope.

That is——his eyes froze suddenly, it was Li Gou's 1000-man vanguard army!

The army on the slope also noticed him, and galloped down hundreds of horsemen to meet him. The barbarian cavalry behind him were only a few dozen steps away from him, and they had no choice but to tighten their horses to stop their momentum, and hurriedly pulled their horses away. Turn your head back and ride your horse away.

The hundreds of riders were divided into two groups, the larger group went to chase after them, and in just a moment, they became like bereaved dogs.

This is what it is called, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.

Song Qingming's last thought flashed by, and then he grinned and fell off the horse.

"grown ups!"

The author says:

Two chapters today, another chapter in the afternoon, hurry up