Empress Chongxilong who became a sick and weak emperor

big bowl of wine

Song Yan was a little happy, and even everyone on the battlefield felt the joy of the big golden dragon.

The big golden dragon carefully held its claws, as if afraid that the person on the claws would fall off its claws. The huge and slender dragon whiskers were swinging in the air. At this moment, the little sun, which was blocked by the gray and white clouds, did not hesitate to sprinkle its own bright sun on the ground. on the head of the dragon.

This is the darling of God.

It is an existence that lives in mythology.

Everyone's swords were clenched tightly in their hands, but neither side acted rashly. At this time, the sharp-eyed Huns or soldiers who had fought hundreds of battles with the Huns had already recognized the terrified and fearful man hanging on the dragon's claw. The painful second prince of the Huns.

But no one opened their mouths to say anything, they just murmured in a low voice of doubt.

How is it possible, how could the dragon, which symbolizes dignity, come to catch a little Hun?

Yes, under such circumstances, the second prince of the Xiongnu had become an ordinary person to them. Even if the second prince of the Xiongnu had a gash in his back severely by the dragon's claw, and blood fell down along with it, no one cared.

What's even more exaggerated is that they even thought that they must not let the blood of the Huns be stained with the dragon's claws. After all, God, noble and inviolable.

Even if the second prince of the Huns controlled the entire camp of the Huns, Xin Shanyu's own brother couldn't do it either.

The Xiongnu soldiers who were full of fighting spirit suddenly became frightened and began to fall into self-doubt. Did they violate God's punishment?

But otherwise, why only arrest their chief general, not other people, or the Han people.They were terrified, and even at this good time when the Han people were unprepared, they did not dare to act rashly.

They are in pain and can't figure it out.

However, unlike the ashen faces of the Xiongnu soldiers, some Han soldiers cheered a little. Listen carefully, and you can hear what they said, "It's bigger than the previous one, but it must be the same head!" Familiar coercion, but it's a pity that the Holy One is not here." "I'm here to make a difference, isn't it, after all, I can be regarded as an acquaintance!"

God alone loves them so much that they can't help but feel proud.

After all, His Majesty's experience of taming the dragon last time is still vivid in his memory, which makes them feel excited when they think about it now, and the proud golden dragon bows his head for their emperor!

Their faces were flushed with excitement, and like children, they tried to raise their heads, eager for the golden dragon to notice them.

At this time, Song Yan lowered her head, and saw so many small, small people densely distributed beside familiar buildings.

Jin Long scratched his head spiritually, did he make a big fuss?

but.

Hit!Look at what he is doing, didn't he teach to seize every opportunity to subdue the enemy, now the enemy is by his hand, holding a knife, look at what he is doing, can he influence the Huns to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately?

Song Yan was so angry that he couldn't fight, what a great opportunity, a group of people are so silly!

However, just when Song Yan couldn't bear to look directly and wanted to run away, suddenly, the sound of weapons falling came from a corner of the battlefield, and then like a magical effect, the sound of collisions made by falling weapons gradually began to spread. throughout the battlefield.

They dropped their weapons, as if they wanted to stop fighting.

Song Yan looked suspiciously, and found that the Huns in turf clothes on the ground dropped their weapons and covered their faces and began to cry. They kneeled down and knelt in his direction. The wailing sound of woo seems to be confessing, it seems to be self-loathing.

The cries of the entire Xiongnu camp joined together and became howls of ghosts and wolves.

Their voices were hoarse, and their cries were not pleasant, but they were immersed in it, even full of emotions.

Song Yan was stunned, and so were the Han soldiers.

This, this is the vicious Huns.

However, they were crying, but why did these Han soldiers burst out with excitement and joy in their hearts.

With a sense of excitement that it's finally here.

If you are beaming, you should set off firecrackers with the howling of ghosts and wolves of the Huns!

They will always remember the tragedies of the Huns, they will always know that they drank the blood of the Han people to survive, and they will always know the viciousness and bloodiness of the Huns.

They can’t feel sympathy, or even feel that it’s not enough. If they can get their forgiveness by crying and repenting, how will those who have been bullied, those who were innocently killed, and those who spilled blood on the battlefield come back?

There is a golden dragon in front of them, but they may not be able to have the fairy magic that turns the dead bones into flesh and blood.

They clearly know what death is, and what is the separation of yin and yang.

Song Yan was at a loss, he didn't like the Huns, but he didn't hate the Huns, because Xu Huaiqing was the only one who could arouse his great emotions so far, and the Huns were far from this list, because they were not qualified, and they could Because I can't even look at it, it's just a bunch of little bugs.

But if His Majesty hates this group of people, Song Yan must not like it, and must also hate it.

What's more, Song Yan knew all about the evil deeds of the Huns from the capital to the north, not to mention that they dared to covet His Majesty's country and poison His Majesty.

Is His Majesty's world something they can covet?

Song Yan faintly felt that he did not have the right to deal with this group of people. He looked down in a daze, and saw that the soldiers belonging to him had more intense hatred and impetuosity than before.

It is an emotion that wants to swallow the other party alive, and it is a resentment that will never die.

Song Yan had a glimmer of enlightenment, and this glimmer of enlightenment smashed into his head like light, and it became wider and bigger, illuminating Song Yan's entire sea of ​​consciousness.

Who will judge these Huns?Of course it is the persecuted people, this group of Han Chinese soldiers who are not afraid of death and their leader, his majesty.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, Song Yan realized that he and His Majesty seemed to be separated, and His Majesty became one with the whole world.

But he is dissociated in the whole world, relying on the connection with His Majesty to connect with the whole world.

So what your majesty loves is what he loves, and what your majesty hates is what he hates.

But it doesn't matter, he will make great strides to approach Xu Huaiqing.After all, as a golden dragon, something called responsibility but love told him that he should accommodate his female dragon.

Song Yan's golden color brought a touch of warmth to the transparent animal pupils, and then, the people standing below were surprised to find that the scales on the Golden Dragon's body seemed to have been washed, and the golden dragon was more golden than before, so that the sky was in the sky. To make way for him, Jinlong's body seems to be much bigger, and the little sun in the sky is more like a small toy, which can be held by Jinlong to play with.

shock!

Such an obvious change. Sure enough, this time you can't judge dragons by size, and next time you can't judge dragons by color. After all, who knew that dragons would have such earth-shaking and more handsome changes.

But Song Yan's feelings are more intuitive. The cultivation base that has been stagnant for thousands of years is growing rapidly in a blowout style. It seems that he wants to make up for all the wrongs he has done to the Golden Dragon for thousands of years, and he has begun to show a clear preference.

Although the spiritual power was not full, it was more than half full.

Song Yan was ecstatic, wishing she could fly the dragon body around in circles.

! !He shouted silently. After all, he hadn't raised his cultivation base for thousands of years, from the initial hope to the final silence, from the initial communication with the world to the unwillingness to take a bath in the East China Sea.It is also because of this that he only finds it troublesome to go to this place where the aura is barren, no matter how much it is, there will be nothing.

Now he really wants to miss his Majesty, and wants to share this monstrous joy with His Majesty.

After all, Song Yan proudly said that he is still a young player, and it is understandable that he cannot control his emotions. Who made him young and energetic.

Then the next step is to deal with these Huns.

Song Yan's beast pupils gradually became deep, and he swung his dragon tail and threw it towards the battlefield. The airflow generated by the dragon tail instantly swept the kneeling and repenting Huns back heavily, avoiding his army perfectly, and sent the Huns The person who was shocked was lying on the ground face up, and all his weaknesses were exposed.

At this time, the people on the battlefield seemed to remember something, and immediately put their swords on the necks of the fallen Huns, and those who wanted to resist were dealt with on the spot, and the situation of the battle suddenly changed. Be clear.

But at the same time, chaos in small areas is inevitable.

After all, they are repenting to the gods, not these Han people. Their unyielding and uncontrollable souls make them make the last resistance.

Song Yan returned to the battlefield gracefully without anyone noticing, picked up his knife without anyone noticing, and slapped it on the head of the second prince of the Xiongnu, which made him already banned The eloquent second prince of the Xiongnu became even quieter.

Song Yan tipped her toes, flew onto the Huns' big tent, and then cut off the bar of the Huns' banner with a knife.

The flag wavered in the air, made a final struggle and then fell to the ground. Song Yan held the hostages in his hands and looked ahead, spreading his voice to the entire Huns camp: "Your second prince of the Huns is dead. If you surrender quickly, then Spare your life, if not, shoot and kill on the spot!"

Song Yan was holding a knife, and the majesty of his body was not to be underestimated. His handsome face enjoyed the unique light and shadow at the highest point of the Huns, which perfectly reflected his sword eyebrows, star eyes and sharp-edged face.

No one stared at Song Yan, but they knew that Song Yan was here.

But how did the second prince of the Xiongnu get into Song Yan's hands? They didn't think deeply about it. Maybe Jinlong didn't want it anymore?After all, he has become handsome, so the toys should be better.

Song Yan first raised his voice in Chinese once, and then notified him three times in Xiongnu language.After all, language is something that can be seen through by a natural creature at a glance.

He is giving the final order, making the final foreshadowing for their victory.

The golden dragon who came from nowhere is pulling the sidelines, the coach is dead, and the Han people with weapons are staring at them. For the first time, the Huns who are still stubbornly feel that they have lost. They have lost completely. The Han people they look down on.

Some Huns put down their weapons, and some who were not afraid of death still wanted to fight. There was no doubt about the ending. One after another, the Han people won the final victory! !

They uprooted the Huns camp that was entrenched around the northern border and wanted to invade all the time! !

The wind blew a strand of hair that fell from Song Yan's forehead. His body was stained with dust and little blood splashed by unknown people, but he smiled.

Your Majesty, he has won.

At this time, joy like the New Year swept over the tired soldiers. Tonight, they would drink heavily and eat meat.

Tonight, they will discuss heroes in a big wine bowl!