Empress Chongxilong who became a sick and weak emperor

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"Yes or no?" Song Yan looked at Gowa as if she could see through people.

Gowa felt dizzy for some reason, and when he opened his eyes again, his originally fierce eyes became harmless. He stared blankly at Song Yan, and to be precise, he fell into Song Yan's eyes.

In a pair of golden animal pupils.

Gova's voice was very soft, and he said honestly: "No, yes." He answered two questions asked by Song Yan respectively.

The inheritance that Song Yan got is only a few words about the mantra, and it is used with the beast pupil, so what he can do now is to let people answer yes or no.But this is enough, after all, the opposite of him is no longer an almost brutal and naive overlord, but a mortal who has no power to restrain a chicken.

Song Yan got the answer, but she didn't expect that Ge Wa was really not a Hun. According to the poison, he was a person from the land of witchcraft. Now it looks like this.

Song Yan's eyes fell on the weird lines on Gowa's face, and asked, "Is the totem on your face related to your relatives?"

Now Gowa could only hear Song Yan's words, even though he was extremely conscious inside, he couldn't help answering Song Yan's questions and answers.

Gova hesitated a lot this time, but in the end he answered softly with difficulty pulling the corner of his mouth: "Yes."

"Did the Huns collude with the barbarians?"

Threatening the south of Daxing are the barbarians, where there are many mountains and forests, the environment is humid and harsh, and witches and ghosts are prevalent.

It is a famous witchcraft land.

Gova hesitated even more this time, and said yes, but after a while he said no, in short he repeated back and forth, and did not answer yes or no in the end.

Seeing this, Song Yan blinked her eyes, and the animal pupils gradually faded away, leaving only the pupils as black as ink.

Following Song Yan's actions, Gowa's eyes also regained their clarity. He stepped back in fear, and fell backwards without standing still, hitting the wet, cold withered grass.

Gova's back hurt from the blow, but all his attention was on Song Yan.

"You, you—" Gowa still spoke the Xiongnu dialect, which he was used to, even if the other party spoke Chinese, of course he could understand Chinese, after all, their opponents they coveted were all Han Chinese and Han Chinese. rich.

What Gowa said confused the little soldier standing beside him with his head bowed. He only knew that General Song was asking a question, but he couldn't understand what Gowa was answering. It wasn't until Gowa's words were tinged with anger that he felt that he had returned. on track.

After all, the picture of General Song and the Huns living in harmony is too amazing.

They should have looked like they were at war with each other and would never stop dying.

Gowa was flustered, and began to scold a lot emotionally, but he still didn't dare to look Song Yan in the eyes. The uneasiness rising from the bottom of his heart frightened him, and now he just wanted to let Song Yan go.

Gowa had heard of the yellowed talisman that made people tell the truth, and he held it in the hands of the grandmother, but now Song Yan didn't need the talisman to make him speak the truth uncontrollably.Song Yan is even more powerful than the old lady.

The viciousness and fragility in his eyes alternated, and the words that came out of his mouth were swearing.

Song Yan's expression was very calm, as if Gowa wasn't crazy about himself, he told the soldiers beside him: "Let people look after him, if he has anything to say, let him write it down and give it to me."

Xiao Bing took the order, and Ge Wa also heard what Song Yan said clearly, paused for a moment and then continued to scold.He was a broken pot, and he died, and killing so many Han people is enough.

He paranoidly thought that it would be his glory to be dragged into hell by evil spirits!

Song Yan didn't care about Gewa anymore, this person has a lot of secrets, it's fine to talk about it or not, it depends on whether he can't help it.What he cared more about was whether the Xiongnu had any connection with the barbarians, but now that Gova looked like he was more inclined not to.

One is that the distance between the two places is too far, and the other is that Gowa is the only one who has been confirmed to be from the Nanman, but he does not want to mention where he is from.

Crazy wants to refuse Song Yan's question about totems and relatives, and this kind of attitude is so inclined to disdain to mention it, rather than like a person who has nostalgia for his hometown.

Then such a person would not have contributed to the alliance between the northern Huns and the southern barbarians.

When Song Yan walked out of the dungeon, the sky was completely dark at this time, the wind that blew as soon as she came out was bone-chillingly cold, and the smell in the air also changed, like a harbinger of the coming storm.

Song Yan was helpless, she could weather the wind and rain, it sounded good, but it was a bit tasteless.

It is also possible to replace this with turning a stone into gold.

Song Yan returned to the imperial tent, a few lamps were burning in the corner of the tent, Xu Huaiqing was not awake yet, but still fell asleep peacefully, and his sleeping face was also pretty, anyway, Song Yan was very rare.

It's not an exaggeration to pile up any kind words on him.

Song Yan lay beside Xu Huaiqing, holding him in her arms, the night was silent, even though he had only woken up for less than an hour, he closed his eyes and began to sleep.

He doesn't want to disturb His Majesty, and now he can only use this stupid method to gather spiritual energy.

Fortunately, he feels good. After all, no matter how small the aura is, there is no reason to let it go.

……

With a movement in her arms, Song Yan opened her eyes the next moment, and lowered her head to see the sleepy-eyed beauty.

"Why do you get up so early?" Song Yan approached and asked.

Xu Huaiqing was still depressed but his mood improved a lot. He explained in a smooth manner: "There will be heavy snow in two days, we have to take advantage of this time to chase after the Huns. After all, there is only the second prince of the Huns in charge in their barracks. It is very useful. This is an excellent time, their food and grass are gradually decreasing, and Dargen's death has made them emotionally weak. In addition, even if the Huns send reinforcements, they will be blocked under the heavy snow and unable to advance an inch. "

"So, these two days are the best time to beat the dog in the water."

When it came to business, Xu Huaiqing looked extremely serious.

He is a very qualified emperor, all he seeks is to benefit the interests of the great line, even if he stays by Song Yan's bedside without sleep these two days, he insists on making the best decision.

The battle situation changed rapidly in two days, and this came both urgently and steadily.

But that's right, Song Yan killed Dargen, and the next step is not that the entire Xiongnu camp can't justify it.

Song Yan immediately followed Xu Huaiqing's pace without hesitation: "Okay! I'll be with you."

Xu Huaiqing didn't speak but the meaning was clear, they were naturally together, after all, they were all three-rank General Huaihua, so it's not surprising to follow him.

The two got up quickly and began to call the army.

Xu Huaiqing put on bright yellow armor and commanded from the rear. All the military information would be delivered to his desk at a very fast speed by the soldiers, and the energetic generals stood at his head waiting for orders.

Song Yan led the pioneer army out of the barracks first, and went straight to the direction where the Huns were. When the Huns got the news temporarily, a group of Hun soldiers were pushed to the battlefield in a panic.

The second prince of the Xiongnu is useless, but the soldiers in their hands are not inferior. Just from the various weapons in their hands, it can be seen that they are making use of their strengths and avoiding weaknesses, and they have brought their own advantages to the extreme.

There were quite a few people in the first wave, and the leader was a fat man. Song Yan had seen him in the camp of the second prince of the Xiongnu.

The two sides rushed together with the sound of the drum without even speaking harshly. The sound of the drum aroused infinite hatred and bravery in their hearts.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

Use the blood of the Huns to pay homage to their deceased relatives and neighbors or the Han compatriots who were killed by strangers, and pay homage to the heroic spirits who died tragically on the battlefield!

The scars on their backs rushed forward clamoring, they had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Song Yan also rushed up on the horse, and went straight to the fat man. All those who tried to block him along the way were slapped to death with a heavy knife, completely giving way to him.

It doesn't make sense to watch his soldiers go to charge, but he is indifferent.

This ferocious moment is obviously not suitable for him to control the overall situation and train the cubs, but unlike last time, it was Song Yan who took care of them and believed them.

Among them are the soldiers who have been stationed at the border, and the elite soldiers brought by Xu Huaiqing. They are not weak, and this is their home field.

So please fight as much as you want, he will clean up their future troubles for them.

Song Yan rushed towards the future troubles, captured the thief first and captured the king first, since the second prince of the Xiongnu was not there, then he would use the fat man for surgery, and they would be able to mess up their positions.

Seeing Song Yan galloping towards him, the man hastily tightened the reins, seeming to be walking but not walking, surrounded by crowded people, there is no way out, and he can't retreat, let the second prince know that he will be torn apart.

He panicked, but he didn't know whether it was the blood of the Huns or the Han people on the ground that stained his eyes. The sound of fighting rang out in his ears. Blood and swords were mixed together. This was a battlefield with no retreat.

He yelled hard, and held up the hammer to smash Song Yan, die! !

But no, obviously he couldn't find the way, Song Yan used his horseshoe to gallop out a way, the moment he raised the hammer, the heavy knife in Song Yan's hand flew out of his hand, and grazed the neck of the Hun general , In an instant, blood spurted out, smashing his head at the Hun soldiers beside him.

And Song Yan's heavy knife turned around at an unbelievable angle and returned to his hand.

His knife was sharpened, and it was given to such a Hun general.

Song Yan shouted vigorously: "The general of the Xiongnu is dead, soldiers! The opportunity for revenge is at hand. Kill the Huns to comfort those dead heroes! Rush into the Huns camp and capture the second prince of the Huns alive!!"

"The general of the Huns is dead, rush up! Kill the Huns in front of us, and the victory belongs to us!"

He rode a horse and rushed out of the field one after another, spreading the news of the death of the Hun general throughout the battlefield, and did not forget to boost morale.

For a moment, Daxing's soldiers were red-eyed, their comrades were not afraid of falling down, and they would rush forward while holding their wounds when they were injured. They were not excited when their swords were pierced into the flesh and blood of their enemies, only burning with unquenchable hatred.

This is family-country hatred. They don't like to kill, but it's not that they don't know how to kill. They are ordinary people but they will never allow them to be violated!

They were placed high hopes that even if they became physical barriers, they would never let the Huns invade.

In the end, Song Yan also dismounted, picked up the wounded soldiers to the logistics soldiers, and personally dealt with the difficult enemies.

Life is so precious, one life and one soul are definitely not for giving away.

As for those who were seriously injured and wanted to continue to fight, Song Yan directly slapped them unconscious, and he would be upset if he lost a soldier. These were raised with great difficulty by him, and he pointed out their shortcomings one by one.

His master is His Majesty, and his students are this group of soldiers who charge forward.

Their identities have long been His Majesty's disciples, they are honorable and valuable.

The situation of the battle began to be one-sided from a stalemate, and the scale of victory was gradually falling to their side.

If they don't win, Song Yan will have to ask God.