Chapter 911: Shen Yichao slapped her with a slap in the face

Nan Baoyi raised her eyebrows: "You are so calm, did you expect that the Yin Dynasty Zong was the leader of the mountain bandits, and also the alliance between him and the second brother?"
"No. Yin Chaozong's move was unexpected to me." Shen Yichao fiddled with the chess basket. "As expected, Xiao Daoyan is the man who won the ten southwestern counties. It's just that..."
He calmly twisted a white chess piece and landed it on the chessboard: "It's just that he has a back hand, I may not have it."
On the chessboard, Heizi's offensive was fierce, while Baizi turned offensive into defense and gradually retreated to the southwest corner.
Nan Baoyi had studied chess, and noticed that as Bai Zi retreated, a sinister and cunning trap was gradually woven into the southwest corner, waiting for Hei Zi to throw himself into the net.
A move that seems to retreat and escape, but deliberately lures the enemy to go deeper!
With a jump of her eyelids, she picked up the telescope again.
Dust billowed on the battlefield.
The Yin Taishou never expected that the bandit was his eldest son.
His army suffered heavy losses from the enemy.
He could not help cursing loudly, and drove his chariot to abscond to the southwest, shouting to withdraw his troops.
Nan Baoyi whispered, "It goes straight to Luoyang from the southwest. He wants to defend Luoyang City? However, if the army surrounds Luoyang City and the supply is insufficient in the city, he will sooner or later lose. Shen Yichao, what is your intention in this move? ?"
The wind on the battlefield was bloody.
Shen Yichao held the tea with a smile on his face: "Let's watch it."
Walking from the battlefield to Luoyang, there are undulating hills on the way, and the only throat path is the path between the two mountains. The walls on both sides of the path are towering into the clouds, and thousands of Buddhas are carved. It is spectacular when you look up. .
The path is narrow and can only accommodate four or five horses crossing side by side.
Xiao Yi, Shen Yijue, and Yin Chaozong took the lead and walked out of the trail. Xiao Yi held the reins.
He raised his head.
Some of the Buddha statues on the mountain wall have a majestic appearance, and some smile often, sitting or lying down, with different postures.
It was obviously still pictures, but somehow he felt that they were staring at him, those stern expressions gradually distorted and weird, making all kinds of rustling conversations.
It's like talking about his once invincible life, murderous acts.
His hand holding Mo Dao was tight and tight.
"The King Yong!"
A loud shout came from the front.
Xiao Yi recovered.
Looking up, Shen Yijue and Yin Chaozong had already ran into the mountain trail on horseback, turning their heads to urge him.
He stabilized his mind.
Looking around, the terrain here approximates a thin line of sky.
If Yin Snian is a little smarter, set an ambush here...
He thought so, the thousands of horses behind him had already chased them, passing him like flowing water, following Shen Yijue like a pilgrimage.
Xiao Yi always held the reins.
Shen Yijue's marching style is too blunt and decisive. He likes to win the pursuit with one effort, and likes to use overwhelming power to deal with the enemy.
However, Yin Chaozong had been suppressed for ten years, and he was finally able to raise his eyebrows today. This joy dilutes his former guard, making him as unscrupulous as Shen Yijue.
But he is different.
In today's battle, he is the coach.
He had to think more.
The blood stains on the Mo knife slowly dripped to the ground.
Thousands of troops crossed his sides and galloped toward the depths of the trail, while he was like a stone, standing quietly in the middle of the river.
He narrowed Danfeng's eyes.
Where has Shen Yichao gone these days?
There is no military adviser around Yin Sinian. Is it possible for Shen Yichao to choose to rely on him for the sake of the cold?
If Shen Yichao sits in Luoyang, what idea will he make for Yin Si Nian?
The wind from the depths of the valley is oncoming, with a slight coldness.
He held Mo Dao's hand tight and tight, and suddenly looked towards Laojun Mountain.
Across the clouds, the stone pavilion is vaguely visible.
Can you trust it?
Yin Sinian had Shen Yichao sitting in the back, and he also had Xiao Sui sitting in the back.
He won't lose the game between forces, and Xiao Sui won't lose the game between military divisions, right?
He has very little contact with that brother.
However, in this life and death battle, he chose to trust him.
Xiao Yi turned his sword around and stepped onto the mountain trail resolutely.
...
Outpost.
Shen Yichao was playing with a few chess pieces and suddenly dropped one on the southwest corner with a smile.
The originally defeated White reversed the situation in an instant, and the severed dragon came back to life, attacking Heizi with teeth and claws, trapping them in a trap.
"License."
He said.
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion suddenly came from the southwest.
Nan Baoyi was so shocked that even the telescope fell to the ground, and hurriedly picked it up, but saw the thick smoke billowing from the southwest, and the sound of explosions continued!
The towering mountain walls collapsed one after another, and all the soldiers and horses that merged into the sky were buried under the boulders and mud!
Nan Baoyi's hands and feet were cold.
The delicate little face lost its blood, and her heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, as if to jump out of her chest.
"Second brother..."
She muttered.
After a while, a dagger slipped out of the girl's sleeve. She turned around and grabbed Shen Yichao's collar, and put the dagger against his neck.
The beautiful Danfeng eyes were dyed blush, her lips trembled, and the hand holding the knife trembled.
The dagger pierced the flesh inadvertently.
Yanhong blood beads appeared, dyeing Shen Yichao's white collar dark.
Shen Yichao lowered his eyes, glanced at her trembling hands, her thin lips lightly raised: "You are afraid, you are afraid that Xiao Daoyan is dead, aren't you?"
"Afraid?"
Nan Baoyi's eyes were redder.
Her eyes were clearly full of tears, but she refused to shed tears, and sneered under the gaze of the man.
She lifted her chin, and said every word: "I am not afraid, but angry. I am angry that you are not as good as a beast! You murdered the army of the court, you murdered the royal family you should be loyal to, you even murdered your own relatives. brother……"
Her voice trembled violently.
She stared at Shen Yichao, and Dan Feng had strong hatred in her eyes.
The little Langjun in front of him is stunning in white clothes, Shengxue, and he is clearly a noble son with a crown full of Beijing, and he clearly has a beautiful future for honoring the minister, but he is extremely hated!
In this world, how can anyone be so indifferent to this kind of sake?
Facing the young girl's scolding, Shen Yichao smiled gently.
He held Nan Baoyi's wrist and stood up slowly.
After all, it is a man, his strength is much greater than that of Nan Baoyi.
Nan Baoyi's wrist bones were painfully gripped, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground and was stepped on by Shen Yichao's foot.
She angered: "Shen Yichao"
"Snapped!"
Shen Yichao slapped her with a slap in the face.
Half of Nan Baoyi's head buzzed.
The five red fingerprints on the snow-white cheeks are extremely clear and cruel.
Bleeding stains from the corners of the mouth, a few strands of broken hair hanging from the corners of the forehead, adding a bit of embarrassment.
She was startled and slowly raised her head.
Shen Yichao smiled, with unprecedented excitement and hostility in his eyes: "I have wanted to beat you for a long time. I wanted to give you a slap as early as when I was in Jinguan City. Nan Baoyi, What qualifications do you have to point fingers at me? What qualifications do you have to persuade Yanyan to leave me?"