twilight endless

In March of the 15th year of Wuxing, Yi Wang Zhou Ji was ordered to lead an army of [-] seven kills, and the imperial army led by former general Zhao Suiqing with [-] troops went to Fengchuan.Two months later, the army arrived at the south bank of Fengchuan - Fengzhou.

In Fengzhou in May, it is the season when everything is recovering and the grass is lush. The banks of Fengchuan, where cattle and sheep should be everywhere, are showing signs of decline due to the harassment of the Mo people.In the afterglow of the setting sun, there are no cattle and sheep returning to the pen on the ten thousand hectares of pastures, but carrion corpses lying on the ground, flocks of crows vying for food, and black eagles hovering high above the sky, staring at them.

Standing on the turret, Zhou Ji asked sadly and angrily, "Why didn't anyone restrain these bones?"

"Your Highness." Zhao Suiqing also suppressed his anger, "These are women and children captured by the barbarian army before the massacre of the city. Every few days, the barbarians will drive a few people out of the city, and when the prisoners reach the confrontation place, they will shoot arrows Shoot and kill, the soldiers who defended the city had left the city to protect the prisoners when they saw the prisoners returning to the city a few times ago, but they were all shot to death by powerful crossbows."

"The barbarians are so rampant?" Zhou Ji's hand holding the hilt of the sword shook slightly due to anger.

"According to the long history of the defenders, there are many good shooters in the barbarian army, and the shooting range is twice that of our army."

"Twice? Who has such arm strength?" Zhou Ji involuntarily looked at Rui'er.

Rui'er understood what Zhou Ji meant, and shook his head to indicate that the half-demon could not do it. He took the bow and arrow from the soldiers following him, aimed at the crow that was eating the carrion, and although the arrow hit, the range was obviously not enough. and the enemy.

"My body and strength are considered superior among half-demons." Rui'er said very objectively, "I guess the barbarian army should use a special giant bow."

"A special giant bow?" Zhao Suiqing frowned, "The barbarian army's cavalry and archery are better than our army's. In a frontal confrontation in the open grassland, our army has no advantage. If the barbarian army has a giant bow blessing, it will be even more Avoid confronting the enemy head-on." Zhao Suiqing looked at Zhou Ji, "His Royal Highness, at present, the best way to win is to hold back the main force of the barbarian army in a stalemate, and then look for opportunities to attack by surprise."

"Yes." Zhou Ji agreed, "It's just that the dangerous road is hard to find in such an endless grassland." Zhou Ji looked at the sun setting on the horizon, and said to Zhao Suiqing, "I'm afraid this campaign will last for years and months. General Zhao, please line up your troops and protect the border town first."

"Please rest assured, Your Highness." Zhao Suiqing bowed to accept the order.

Zhou Ji went back to his camp from the turret, couldn't wait to write a book, stuffed it into the envelope on Sparrowhawk's leg, and told Rui'er to let him fly, and be careful of the black eagle in the grassland.

"Your Highness." Rui'er asked knowingly, "If you are afraid of the sparrowhawk's loss, why don't you use the letter carved with the army, it can fly faster than the sparrowhawk."

"This is a private letter from my king." Zhou Ji gave Rui'er a sharp look, "Do you want my king's private letter to be known to all courts? Hurry up!"

Rui'er held back her laughter, carried Sparrowhawk out of the house, whispered a few words in Sparrowhawk's ear, let Sparrowhawk fly, and watched Sparrowhawk quickly disappear into the night.

Sparrowhawk took Zhou Ji's letter all the way southward, flying over grasslands, farmland, mountains and rivers, and over rural farmhouses, lakes and creeks, and finally passed through the strange barrier of Shenjian Forest with ease, and landed in Qianluozhuang On the windowsill of a house.

Bai Yuheng was counting the food boxes sent by the Seventh Prince in the house. When he saw a sparrow hawk coming, he thought it was some order from the imperial god, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand to hug the sparrow hawk. Hand grasps wrist.Bai Yuheng was startled, he twisted a small joint neatly to get rid of the restraint, followed by a palm, and he barely stopped when he was about to call on the face of the person, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, why don't you make a sound when you come here?" ?”

"If I speak out, I won't be able to see Bai Lingshi's exquisite skills." Su Sheng praised, "The hand-off-character formula was used beautifully just now."

"To be praised by Su Lingshi, the No. 1 spiritual master in martial arts, Yu Heng is really flattered." Bai Yuheng pointed to the food box in the room and said, "Look, even the prince admires Su Lingshi's martial arts, and he sent so many Thank you ceremony."

"Hey..." Su Sheng looked at those food boxes and said sadly, "With such a kind reward, will the emperor think I'm a pig spirit?"

Hearing this, Bai Yuheng couldn't help laughing until he beat his chest, Su Cheng looked at him helplessly, waiting for him to finish laughing.

"Brother." Bai Yuheng managed to hold back his laughter and asked, "Did the Seventh Prince come again on the fifth day of the lunar new year?"

"Yes, Luo Luo is teaching him sword skills in the Forest of God's View." Su Cheng was extremely proud, "The first disciple is very obedient, and saves me a big job as a teacher. I am very happy to be a teacher."

Bai Yuheng was quite speechless about his pride, and wanted to reach out to catch Sparrowhawk again.

"Don't touch it." Su Sheng still grabbed his wrist and stopped him, "This is not the sparrowhawk looking for you."

"How does brother know?"

"Look." Su Cheng pointed to the envelope on Sparrowhawk's feet, "Sparrowhawk is a spiritual creature in the World Spirit Hall, and those who can tame it must be those who can pass on the spirit. How can they use letters? So, [-]% It's King Yi..."

"A letter to Susu?" Bai Yuheng suddenly realized, felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart, and said sincerely, "It's hard to say that King Yi's affection for Susu, even if he is far away in the frontier, letters often come."

"I don't think it's a good thing for a prince and a half-demon to tell each other their hearts." Su Cheng shook his head, "Since the World Spirit Palace forced the palace to seize the throne in the Tongqi period, it is strictly forbidden for people of the royal family to practice spiritual arts and serve as spiritual masters. The royal family members are also not allowed to step into the World Spirit Hall without purpose, not to mention..." Su Sheng moved closer to Bai Yuheng's ear, and said in a low voice, "Today's road to the top also has a share in the World Spirit Hall, and now the prince and the World Spirit Hall I have a lot of contacts, and I am afraid that someone will think too much."

"Isn't it?" Bai Yuheng felt that Su Cheng's words were a bit serious, "I'm afraid this letter is all sweet words from children, and has nothing to do with imperial power. Even if people know about it, so what?"

"Oh." Su Cheng sneered, and dropped four words, "God's will is unpredictable."

In September of the 15th year of Wuxing, when the south wind rose at night, the Fengzhou defenders attacked the enemy with fire, beheaded two thousand enemies, and regained the revival.

Zhou Ji's joy can be seen between the lines, Su Su looked at the flying ink characters, as if seeing Zhou Ji standing at the head of the army with high spirits, showing the king's style.With a smile on her lips, Susu took up a pen and wrote a reply.Seeing the sparrow eagle flying far away, Susu secretly made up her mind that she must study harder tomorrow, and she must not let Zhou Ji laugh at her in the future.

Since the recovery of Xingwei, the northwestern defense line of Fengzhou has been consolidated again. Although the enemy and barbarians invaded many times, they failed to make another victory.Since then, the Fengzhou garrison and the enemy have faced each other across two abandoned cities.

In February of the 17th year of Wuxing, the enemy's barbarian support army crossed the Fengchuan Glacier in the gust of wind and snow, suppressing the situation and prospering.The garrison of Fengzhou was difficult to fight in the snow and snow, and entangled the enemy under the city of Xingwei.It was only at night that I realized that it was a feint attack by the barbarian army. By dawn, the two fortresses of Beiliang and Jie'an had been lost, and the western border of Fengzhou was opened.Zhou Ji led the Seven Killing Army to assist the western border, and fought hard for three days with the [-] barbarian army to regain Jie'an, so as to stop the enemy and barbarian encroachment.

More than half of the Seven Killers suffered casualties, and Zhou Ji was also shot in the left shoulder by an arrow.The pain was no match for self-blame, Zhou Jiku sat on the edge, speechless all night.Rui'er was heartbroken, and softly persuaded: "The enemy is very cunning, Your Highness has already tried his best."

"Do your best?" Zhou Ji looked at Rui'er in surprise, "It is the soldiers of the Seven Killing Army who are doing their best, not me, Zhou Ji."

"On the battlefield, His Highness and all the paozes advanced and retreated together, everyone saw it."

"So what?" Zhou Ji's eyes turned red, "They are shrouded in horse leather, but I am living alone."

"Your Highness..." Rui'er held Zhou Ji's hand and said softly, "How can there be no casualties when the two armies are fighting? The soldiers exchanged their own flesh and blood for the peace of the frontier people."

"But, I lost Beiliang..." Zhou Ji's tone was filled with tears, "Rui'er, I thought about it all night, am I too self-righteous? My conceit killed half of the Seven Killers , and even harmed the people of a city in Beiliang, I..."

"No!" Rui'er interrupted Zhou Ji, "There is no general who is always victorious, nor is there an emperor who is born to rule the country and the world. If His Highness loses a city and cannot fight anymore, then who will protect the people in Jie'an? I'm afraid that I will fall into the iron heels of the barbarian army tomorrow."

Seeing Zhou Ji's dazed expression, Rui'er sighed softly, forced out a relieved smile, took out an envelope from her bosom and stuffed it into Zhou Ji's hand, and said softly, "Your Highness should rest earlier." Turned around and left the house.

Zhou Ji fumbled for the letter pouch, facing Susu a little shamelessly, hesitating for a long time before opening it.A ball of letter paper with a faint plum fragrance fell out of the pocket, and Zhan Xin saw the small and elegant characters crowded together densely.

"I wish Wang An from a distance. Susu practiced in the Forest of God's View today. She was surprised to see that the plum blossoms had bloomed half a month earlier than in previous years. She called for auspicious omens. I heard that the battle of Fengchuan was inseparable. It was very difficult. Susu couldn't help it." Knowing the art of war, I don’t know if this fighter is like the cycle of four seasons, one ebbs and another? If God sees the snow in the forest and the plum blossoms in spring, will the two sides of Fengchuan also be cold and fade away? Does this early blooming plum blossom herald When spring comes early, great victory is approaching? Then Susu can’t be lazy. The king guards the country, the country, the country, and the country’s well-being in the northern wilderness. Susu also needs to practice diligently in Qianluozhuang. Humiliate my king's glory. I have been in love for two years, and my heart is on the king's body. I only hope that my king's martial arts will be prosperous and return with great victory. Niannian."

Perhaps because of the long journey, the letter was already a little wrinkled. Zhou Ji put the letter on the table and stroked it gently with his hands, as if he wanted to smooth the wrinkles on the letter and heal the pain in his heart.The faint plum fragrance is looming, revealing from between the lines, facing the dripping tears.

Rui'er stood on the porch, wrapping Sparrowhawk under his robe.

"Listen, when you go back, don't tell His Highness Susu about his injury, or Susu will be worried. And don't tell His Highness Susu that he cried, or your Highness will find it embarrassing." Rui'er stretched out his hand and flicked Sparrowhawk's little head, "Did you hear that?"

Sparrowhawk was sleeping, when he was hit suddenly, a Jiling woke up, and pecked Rui'er in dissatisfaction.

"Did you hear that?!"

Sparrowhawk ignored Rui'er, shook the feathers on his head, pricked into Rui'er's arms vigorously, and continued to sleep.

"Your Highness hasn't eaten all day." Rui'er carried Sparrowhawk to the kitchen, "Why don't you cook a bowl of eagle soup for Your Highness."

sparrow hawk:"……"

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【Small theater in the brain】

Rui'er: This sparrowhawk slept too much yesterday, it might become silly, why don't we roast it.

Sparrowhawk: what? ?Knock in!