Vol 3 Chapter 1866: Panic for the rest of the life

Murong Lan Zema ran for a while, about five miles ahead, at least 100,000 sergeants were fighting for their lives and death, and on the ground by the river, large areas with footprints were also mixed together. Among the hoof marks of the film, it leads to the front.
Muronglan's eyebrows fell, and he dismounted to look at these footprints, which is obviously different from the footprints that he wore in military boots. These footprints are all marked with toes, obviously not wearing shoes, and an unpleasant black rot Juice, sprinkled everywhere, the middle-aged nausea, and some even flowed to the Hutuo River on the side, resulting in dozens of hundreds of fish, flipping white belly, floating on the river surface, people see the color change.
Muronglan gritted his teeth and muttered, "Is it too late, is it still too late?"
She turned back and jumped back immediately, just about to steer the horse again, as long as she crossed the mountain in front, the battlefield on the original park was near, she was about to start, but only heard a deafening A loud noise, coming from the battlefield in front, burst into flames, so that the dark night sky suddenly reflected brighter than ten thousand suns, a huge black, mushroom-shaped smoke, pulled up From the ground, straight up to the sky, wrapped in this cloud of dust, clearly there are many pieces of human body fragments, and even burned directly into a ball in the air, turned into ashes, and scattered all over the ground.
Muronglan's eyes widened, and the internal organs shook between her chest and abdomen. The extreme discomfort made her almost spit out. Between her ears, there was a roar. She opened her eyes and opened her mouth. The huge pressure in the abdomen of this cavity, and the sound of this huge explosion came like the chanting, the dull and low song of Agan, mixed with crying and screaming, resounding through the night sky.
Muronglan murmured openly: "Is it, is this black fire?"
Qinglong's metallic voice sounded in a jungle on one side: "Princess Lan, where does life not meet, I am here, waiting for you for a long time!"
Muronglan's eyes were wide open, and the jade wrist turned, and the Snowflake Iron Knife was pulled out of her hand, in line with her Li Xiao: "All this is your conspiracy, I killed you!"
While chattering, she was riding a horse into the forest, but in the open space in the forest, there were two people standing side by side, a white hair beside the green dragon, an old man wrapped in a cape, a pair Falcon-like eyes stared directly at Murong Lan, and with a magnetic and magical voice, it rang in her ears: "Princess Lan, good luck."
Two days later, Zhongshan, Yan Guo Hall.
Murong Bao crooked on the dragon chair without a soul, and he had completely lost his spirit. His face was full of fireworks, and his left arm was wrapped with a thick wound band. It was the same as the two days ago. Compared with Emperor Dayan, it was judged as two people, and the numerous Yan Kingdom culture and martial arts standing in the hall were also silent, bowing their hands and bowing their hands, a dull and strange atmosphere permeated the entire hall.
Shang Shufeng Yi, a skinny Chinese man in his fifties, sighed and said: "Your Majesty, the job of receiving the army has been basically completed. Those who do not come back at this time, I am afraid they will not return to Zhongshan City. Ten Thousand Infantry, 37,000 Iron Riders attacked, and less than twenty thousand returned. "
Murong Bao closed his eyes in pain: "How could this be, how could this be ?!"
Murong agriculturally looked at Muronglin, who was standing opposite and had a swollen nose, and said in a deep voice: "His Royal Highness Zhao, do you have anything to say?"
Murong Lin opened his mouth and murmured: "The sky is about to die, I will be able to tell me what to say. First, those long-lived monsters, then Black Fiery Thunder, then Wei Junqi riding, and ambushing out, you and me It ’s already lucky enough to be able to take back a life. Think about the more than one hundred thousand brothers we ca n’t come back to, what would you say? "
Murong Bao gritted his teeth and straightened up: "Where is Fan Yang? How is he now?"
Feng Yi said: "After the rescue of His Majesty, King Fan Yang broke off and waited for His Majesty's escape, they forcibly broke through. Although the loss was heavy, less than 5,000 soldiers and horses escaped, but they returned to Yecheng, but ............ "
Murong Bao hurriedly said: "Just what?"
Tears gleamed in Feng Yi's eyes: "It's just that our army has failed disastrously. The contact between Zhongshan and Yecheng has been severed. The last news the minister received was that Fan Yang returned to Yecheng and there was no follow-up."
Muronglan's voice sounded from His Highness: "Your Majesty is still worried about your own good. The World War I defeated our army disastrously. The World War I lost all the strength of the field. What will the big swallow do, and Your Majesty!
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Murong Bao's spirit was refreshed, and he quickly jumped from the dragon chair and looked at His Royal Highness. I saw Murong Lan wearing a silver armor and a white filial band wrapped around her head, slowly walking in, her expression revealed a calmness. Sorrow, but there is an unspeakable calm color, enough to make people feel at ease.
Murong Bao almost cried out: "Princess Lan, aunt, me, I thought I would not see you in this life! They all said, they said you were missing on the battlefield. "
Murong Lan shook his head: "I haven't finished my business, but I believe that Dayan's qi is not exhausted. If God really wants me to perish, then Majesty, King Zhao, King Gaoyang, they are the pillars of the country. Will you escape? Your majesty, things have not reached the point of despair, He Lanlu and his five thousand soldiers ~ EbookFREE.me ~ also burst out, followed by Fan Yang and his soldiers, ran to Yecheng, and Lu Pu and his son , And escaped from the fire, and now returned to Youzhou, echoing with your son Murong. Now Zhongshan is fighting or defending, and you need to make an early decision! "
Murong Bao was hesitant: "Are these real? Are we not exhausted yet?"
Muronglan said right: "No, your majesty, you still have a chance, Dayan also has a chance. There are 60,000 soldiers and horses in Zhongshan City, and there are more than 10,000 armored horses. Whether you are defending the city or breaking through to the Dragon City, there is a chance. As for the King Fan Yang in the south, His Majesty can no longer count on it. Please ask the King to descend and allow King Fan Yang to cross the Yellow River and take refuge in Qingzhou. "
Murong Lin's face changed: "Aunt, what do you mean? Qingzhou is now the site of Eastern Jin. Do you want us to fight with Eastern Jin at the same time?"
Murong Lan sighed: "Now there is only this way. King Fan Yang will never be able to hold it again in Yecheng. It is impossible to move northward. It is only possible to cross the Yellow River south and enter Qilu. Fortunately, the Eastern Jin Dynasty is now in civil strife and has no time to take care of Qilu. As long as Fan Yang occupied the land of Shandong, he would give His Majesty time to fight for the northward withdrawal, and this is the purpose of my return! "
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