You Can’t Be Fierce Towards Me!

Before Chu went to heaven, he pointed the wild boar on the ground with his toes. "This is a good thing. How can I never see me so popular?"

Fu Wei looked at the flustered figure that hadtily walked away, and then looked at an ignorant man with his hands on his chin. "Whoever makes you face all day is scary."

Chu Xiangtian did not understand, his fingers pinched the young man’s neck and put his face in front of him. “Where am I scary?”

Fu Hao looked at the handsome face in front of him. The man's expression was soft and the sharp outline seemed to be gentle. It was not scary at all, but it was very pleasing.

Of course, this is only for him, it is not necessarily for others.

"Well, don't scare people." Fu Yan stretched his hand and pinched his face, and rebelled for a second. "It is their courage to be too small.

Chu Xiangtian whispered, his palm against his back and neck, "more and more naughty,"

Fu Hao took his hand down and held it. The two men looked at each other and walked back, while still talking.

“Is it the land of the capital?”

"Well, it's time to come tomorrow, and there are already advanced teams coming to report."

"..."

Zhou Chuanqing, who was completely ignored when they said that they were walking away: "..."

***

The news of Chu Xiangtian’s return has not yet been passed out. The foreigners took a rest for half a day and launched an offensive the next afternoon.

The giant wood was carried by people, and slammed into the gate again and again, and was attacked by numerous gates to make an overwhelming snoring.

Above the towering walls, foreign soldiers stood on the siege ladder and did not fear the rolling stones and hot oil. They went up and climbed up.

Mullah Philip stood with the army under the gate of the city, with a smile on his lips.

As soon as the gate opens, he can take the army and kill him. He can grab enough food for the people to spend the winter, and even take up the city, and take the mountain as the starting point and gradually occupy the land of Dachu.

The city gate, which was continuously struck, made a heavy "squeaking" sound. Murah slammed the scimitar, and the light in his eyes became more powerful. He shook his arms and shouted, "kill!"

The foreign soldiers behind him shouted together, "kill!"

The horse was restless on the ground and trembled on the ground.

Zhou Chuanqing’s armor stood on the gate of the city. It was no different from the past, but in the heights that Murat could not see, he showed a smile of a good show.

In the city, Chu Xiangtian wore a battle armor, carrying a long gun to the horse, and the sharp gun head flashed cold. The Ducheng grain and grass weapons have arrived at the mountain Yuguan, and they have no worries in this battle.

The closed city gate suddenly opened in his drinking voice, and the foreign soldiers holding the giant wood charge could not catch up, and could not restrain the power and directly fell to the ground.

Chu Xiangtian eyes lifted up, such as the eagle, such as the hunting wolf, firmly nailed to the body of Mura, the soldiers behind him made a shocking sound, Chu Xiangtian raised a long gun, a clip of the horse's belly first forward Rushing away, not waiting for the foreign soldiers on the ground to climb up, thousands of horseshoes trampled over, stepping on the flesh and blood of foreign soldiers, rushing to Mura.

Originally, I saw the opening of the city gate, and Mula’s smile was stiff on his face. There was no news of Chu Xiangtian before. The Chu people did not dare to fight in the city. They all expected that Chu would be trapped in the mountains, maybe early. It’s already dead without a whole body. I didn't expect him to be so hard, and he came back quietly.

The high sentiment of the soldiers behind him suddenly fell, and there were even vague fears. Chu Xiangtian’s name of killing God is not white, but it is piled up by the bones of countless foreign soldiers. He is like a real, feelingless killing **** on the battlefield. Any foreigner who blocks the road, one Do not stay.

Chu Xiangtian appeared, has not yet met, the morale of the foreign people has fallen a bit, the soldiers of the big Chu are against the downturn of the previous few days, very brave, followed by Chu Xiangtian into the foreign soldiers.

The two armies smothered, people fight with each other, horses collide with horses, and between the guns and guns, the friction is like the sound of cracked jade, which makes the eardrum hurt.

Chu Xiangtian went straight to Murah and slammed his rifle out. He held the handle with one hand and stabbed the man with the momentum.

Mura slammed her left arm, and the strength was not as good as it used to be. She was able to avoid sideways and the right hand raised her knife.

The knife and gun collide and rub out Mars.

Chu picks up the corner of Tianzui, and the long-gun rifle quickly slashes out from the other side, directly hitting the left side of Murat, and Mura’s force to lose the balance of the left arm is much worse. At this moment, the backhand is back. Added a bit of wolverine.

However, Chu Xiangtian seems to see that his power is not enough. Like the cat that makes the mouse, he repeatedly attacks the left side of Mura, but for a moment, Mura’s power can’t stand, and his eyes turn and sway. It is necessary to retreat when you make a big drink.

An alien general in the oblique spurs rushed over, trying to help him stop Chu Xiangtian's offensive to gain time. Chu Xiangtian eyes condensed, the rifle instantly disengaged, crossed the foreign generals and stabbed straight into the back of Mura's chest, running through the heart.

Mula’s figure was paused, and then he planted the horse stiffly. The foreigners screamed with grief and anger, and wanted to avenge the leader. Chu Xiangtian tightened the rope and the horse stood up and escaped. Then, after waiting for the foreign generals to react, they flew forward and escaped the chaos. The neat ones pulled out and pulled out the long guns. The surrounding foreign soldiers screamed in horror, but they did not dare to go forward.

Chu Xiangtian sneak a smile, take the opportunity to remove the head of Mula Philip, pick it at the tip of the gun, such as the sharp edge of the sea, break the flow of people, return to the city gate, hold the head of Mugla Philip, "Mura乞力 is dead! Kill!"

The Dachu soldiers shouted loudly and rushed to the foreign races.

The foreigners lost their princes and their morale fell, but in a few moments they collapsed. The original chiefs of several tribes saw the wrong situation, and the soldiers with their own tribes fled.

The poor did not chase, the big Chu soldiers returned in an orderly manner, and made a loud cry.

On the battlefield, the body of the enemy and the enemy's body were piled up. The armor was bathed in blood and the rifle was wounded. But this battle that lasted for several months was finally terminated.

The first level of Mura Philip was hung up on the wall, the soldiers began to clean up the battlefield, and the corpses of the dead corpses were converged and buried, and the remaining corpses were cleaned up.

In the midst of the flames, the shadow of war that continued to cover the mountains and the mountains was finally dissipated.

In the middle of the night, the soldiers of the people could not sleep, the lights in the city were bright, and the people greeted the red lanterns with joy, and the streets and alleys were celebrated.

Chu Xiangtian and Fu Yan stood on the wall, just hit the victory, and near New Year's Eve, the guards were also called to drink and celebrate, only a few rotation soldiers in the distance.

The two men shoulder to shoulder, holding hands, Fu Yan feels the temperature of the palm of the hand, watching the cheering people below, just think that the past life is like cloud smoke dissipated, the moment can give him a real sense of truth.

"This year's New Year's Eve is going to be over in the mountains." Chu Xiangtian was close, hugged him from behind, his chin on his shoulder, and his cheek to his cheek.

Fu Hao subconsciously groaned, and the corner of his mouth was bent into a beautiful arc. "Well, you are just fine."

Chu Xiangtian's face, his lips are attached to him, and the two don't have a deep kiss. Just like this, if there is nothing like grinding, feel the other's existence.

"Will we get married when we go back?"

"it is good."

"The ancestors are all old, and then dare to grind, I will personally ask the ancestors of the ancestors to see who dare not agree." Chu Xiangtian gas.

Fu Yan laughed, "Okay."

The winter night is cold, but the gripping hand is very warm.

***

After the end of the war, it is not immediately possible for the class division to return to the DPRK. The people of Shanyuguan must rehabilitate, the relatives of the warring soldiers need to be comforted, and the generals who are sitting in the mountains and the mountains must be re-selected.

After several months of fighting, there were a lot of problems left. Chu Xiangtian was more busy than before. The soldiers who had the merits and demerits had to pay attention to merits. He observed for a few days, and secretly recorded a few outstanding young people. Warrior.

Among them, He Xianliang, whom Fu has never seen for a long time, is also among them. According to the trajectory of the last world, He Xianliang should have emerged in the second king rebellion, but this world’s second king rebellion was solved in advance, and He Xianliang did not leave the army, but instead He was brought into his army by Chu Xiangtian, and he was arranged to take care of him.

He is indeed a good seed for practicing martial arts. The people who took him are quite appreciative of him. This time, he was on the battlefield with the support of the army.

After a few months of battlefield killing, he made a lot of merits, and he said that he was still riding a school.

Although the cause of the process has changed, the result is the same as before.

Chu Xiangtian wrote down him and prepared to cultivate it in the future. Although it is incumbent on the guardian of the country, but one more person who makes the call, he is more relaxed, why not.

When the army returned to the DPRK, it was already in February. The spies sent back the news. After Murah’s death, the foreigners fled back to the depths of the grasslands, because the tribes fighting for food again split and killed each other. After the winter, the number was less than half. And each tribe is like a deadly enemy. It is estimated that there is no possibility of uniting in recent decades.

The crisis was completely removed, and the mountain Yuguan was temporarily taken over by the former deputy, and Chu Xiangtian took the army to triumph.

The people in the city chased after the army, and they went back until they could not see the figure.

Qingyang City is also singing and dancing, sweeping away the long-standing downturn atmosphere, the city lights, the day of the arrival of the army, Chu Fengyuan with the group of ministers out of the city to meet the triumphant army.