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It was already the time when Lang Yue was promoted, and he couldn't remember how long this vile battle had been fought.
In the melee where the enemy and the enemy were inseparable, Xiang Huan only felt that someone rushed behind him, and shouted with a hoarse male duck voice: "General, report from the rear, and the chief Sima Shenshi is Pingxiang!" Guan Baying set off and is on the way right now!"
The cavalryman was almost crying with joy, and shouted in a broken voice: "General, we have defended!"
"We're here to stay!"
He held Xueya's gun tightly, and the previously cold weapon was scorching hot after two full days of fighting. It was covered with his blood, the blood of the enemy, and the blood of countless tiger and leopard riders, as if tens of thousands of The soul condenses in the palm and fights side by side with it.
Xiang Huan seemed to wake up suddenly from a void environment that he couldn't hear or see. He held the rein in one hand and his gun in the other, staring fiercely at the army that was drifting away not far away. .
Suddenly, it seemed that he had made some kind of determination.
"The Seventh Battalion of Tiger and Leopard Cavalry!" His voice became hoarse, but still powerful, "All come out!"
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The fire in the cellar suddenly dimmed.
The firewood that had been burned intermittently for two days was obviously not enough at this time. The cold basement could not see the sunlight, which made the passage of time extremely slow.
The women huddled together, their nervous tension made it difficult to fall asleep. Occasionally, they would sleep lightly for a while, but would soon be awakened by the loud noise outside.
At this moment, I don't know whether it was day or night, but the people who had been worried for a long time vaguely felt that the roar above their heads and the shaking of the earth caused by the throwing stones were gradually subsiding.
Interested people began to look around, wondering: "Is it over?"
Immediately afterwards, more people gradually raised their heads.
"Is it over?"
But soon fell into panic again: "Then our armyis it defeated or won?"
"I do not know¡¡"
Qing Hua couldn't help holding Wan Yao's hand tremblingly, as if only in this way could she barely share a little courage and hope.
Finally, someone boldly jumped out: "I'll go out and have a look!"
This is a deadly job.
After all, the friendly army didn't know where they were hiding. If they rushed back to the ground, it would be a good thing that they ran into their own people defending the city. The place will be discovered immediately.
But there is no way, if Qinglong City is broken, how long will the small cellar be safe?
What's more, they don't even have much dry food left now.
A group of people waited in place for news with trepidation.
Time passed little by little, and the bold young man had been away for a long time. When it was so long that no one had any thoughts, he suddenly came back happily like a divine soldier descending from heaven.
"The enemy has retreated, the enemy has retreated!"
The people crowded in the narrow space immediately stood up one by one.
"What? Say it again!"
"we won?"
"Did we win?!"
"Yes!" His face was full of excitement for the rest of his life, "Yuan Fu withdrew his troops half an hour ago, and the general pulled out his camp ahead of time, and he will be here soon!"
The three characters of the general are like a needle that can hold the sea, pulling everyone's hanging heart back safely.
They all breathed a sigh of relief, but Wan Yao showed a completely different look of nervousness, and stepped forward to ask: "How is the situation outside? Did our army suffer heavy casualties?"
The other party was slightly taken aback, then shook his head truthfully: "I don't know, there seem to be a lot of corpses on the other side of the city wall I just don't know if any general was lost."
The second half of the sentence pierced into the chest like an awl, and Wan Yao's heart sank suddenly.
She lowered her head and remained silent for a while, then immediately handed several bags of luggage to Qing Hua, "You wait here for a while, if you have nothing to do, go home first."
After a pause, he added: "I want to inquire about it."
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The grass in the deep winter valley was withered and yellow, and Yuan Fu's beacon horse escorted him on a rapid march all the way.
The failure of the battle did not seem to have caused this famous general to feel too much grief and anger, and his cold and iron face was always indifferent.
He is a man born for war.
The children who came to this world in the last years of Zhang He are doomed to be ill-fated. When they are born and grow up to seven or eight years old, they will face the invasion of northern barbarians and the south, and the people will live in dire straits.Fu! "
Marquis Wu'an's tiger eyes flickered.
"Yuan Gong!" The subordinate couldn't help urging. They really delayed for too long, and Ji Changchuan's soldiers and horses will come back at any time.
Xu Shi also realized that he had talked too much, so Yuan Fu shook out his long knife and didn't waste any more time.
"That's all, summer insects are beyond words."
When he said "stop", the horse had already moved, but his men were even faster, and before he finished speaking, the blade fell from the top of Xiang Huan's head.
Yuan Fu is a military general who broke out from the mountain of corpses. There is no dazzling skill in every move. It is a real knife and axe. Rip people in half!
Just heard a "bang".
The weapons collided, wiping out fine sparks on the snow-white gun shaft.
Almost all the two parties present were startled by this series of opening and closing movements. First, they were shocked by the speed of Yuan Gong's moves, and secondly, they were surprised that his knife would be intercepted halfway. Thinking that Xiang Huan can catch this power that can cut gold and iron!
Yuan Fu pressed the handle of the knife tightly, his lips were tightly pursed due to the force, trembling slightly, the young man under the cold light met his gaze straightly, those cold eyes seemed to be unwilling to admit defeat tough.
Few people have dared to look at him like this.
Once in the martial arts arena in Chang'an, Xiang Huan blocked his knife in full view of everyone. At that time, he had already made the young boy's mouth go numb before he could use all his strength.
Yuan Fu thought that he knew the boy's strength to some extent, but the short confrontation had to surprise him.
Unexpectedly, in just one year, the young man on the opposite side has grown to such an extent.
The cold moon was shining brightly, and the light reflected by the snow teeth shone into his eyes. In a trance, he recalled the sentence Xiang Huan said to himself when he first met, "Nineteen years old". Over half a hundred years.
The waves of the Yangtze River always come so unexpectedly.
Following the boy's loud shout, the war horse followed Yuan Fu back a few feet.
The cavalry around watching the battle seemed to have come back to their senses only now, and finally remembered their original intention of standing here. At that moment, it was as if a war drum was beating, and they raised their weapons and set off their horses.
The breath of the battlefield was rekindled on the plain far away from the city gate. Under the desolate moonlight, the opposing tides of the two armies rushed towards each other, and among the crowd, there was a fierce confrontation between the old and the young.
In fact, Xiang Huan was not sure that he could really defeat Yuan Fu. There was a gap of twenty years between them. There will also be endless troubles.
He was trying to delay time with him as much as possible, and he was trying his best to exert all his strength. Xueya turned faster and faster in the palm of his hand. Two days and two nights of fighting almost exhausted the last energy, but this Shi Xianghuan actually gave birth to a kind of revelry.
He and Yuan Fu have two completely different killing techniques. No matter how fast the marksmanship is, Yuan Fu can always use the simplest chopping to suppress the flowery sharpness effortlessly.
The knives of famous generals in troubled times are faster and sharper than each other.
The huge shocks of successive fights made the two weapons faintly tend to break.
Although Yuan Fu was able to deal with the young man in front of him with ease, he couldn't help feeling in his heart¡ª¡ª
Facing such a person whose physique is not as good as his own, he has used ten moves and still hasn't killed him.
After a period of confrontation, he also began to feel tired.
At this moment, even a generation of overlords can't help but sigh and admit that they are really old.
When fending off Xiang Huan's spear, he thought, if he was nineteen years old, how could an enemy like this delay his time? Within three strokes, he can cut the opponent off the horse.
How high-spirited and defiant it is, it seems that there is always inexhaustible strength, even if you have no power and power, you only have a long knife in your hand, and you still have the pride to conquer the world.
A strand of silver thread from the helmet on the sideburns fluttered in the night wind.
However, for a moment of dazzlement, Xueya stabbed at every corner with unstoppable momentum.
Yuan Fu swung Xiang Huan's battle spear away with such force that he was directly forced off the horse.
Although Ming Jia blocked most of the attacks for him, mortal bodies are not invulnerable after all, and soon, a bright red overflowed from his chest.
He was astonished, astonished that he would be hurt by such a young man!
"Mr. Yuan, it's too late, hurry up!"
The lieutenants on both sides stood by his left and right, and rushed out from the gap made by killing.
Yuan Fu glanced at the young man who had fallen to the ground, and finally pulled the reins around to turn the horse and galloped forward.
In the distance, where the morning sun meets the horizon, there are magnificent figures of thousands of troops and horses. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)bsp; "Gong Yuan, it's too late, hurry up!"
The lieutenants on both sides stood by his left and right, and rushed out from the gap made by killing.
Yuan Fu glanced at the young man who had fallen to the ground, and finally pulled the reins around to turn the horse and galloped forward.
In the distance, where the morning sun meets the horizon, there are magnificent figures of thousands of troops and horses. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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