: 299. Zhu Xizhi

299. Zhu Xizhi
On the battlefield, I watched Zhu Ling’s invincibility. The soldiers on the side of the Mohist army are also somewhat unable to sit still. Although Zhang Qiyu understands that he is not Zhu Ling’s opponent, he is not willing to look at the other party’s arrogance before him.
"What is this kid?" Zhang Qiqi asked.
Qin Feng smiled at the side: "It should be a descendant of Zhu Xi, probably someone from the grandson. I heard that Zhu Xi has a grandson, but no one has seen him since he was too young and sick. Many people speculate that it is aborted. Now it seems that this is the only one." Zhang Qichen nodded: "No wonder, the grandson of General Jing Tianda, it really is a personal thing. Qin Tong led, trouble you." Kirin’s head, I have to follow him to defend the city, isn’t it just for doing this?
Qin Feng’s rare grin smiled, and the well-trained horses of the reins screamed at the men’s white clothes on the battlefield. In the fierce battle, Zhu Ling also noticed that someone rushed over to himself, and opened the enemies around him to meet the enemy, just in time to meet Qin Feng. Qin Feng slightly raised an eyebrow, and the long sword in his hand was drawn out, and he directly swayed Zhu Ling's face. Zhu Ling immediately avoided sideways and raised his sword to fight back. The two of you will come to me immediately.
It’s just that both of them use swords, and long swords are long and limited. It’s not convenient to start immediately. After playing dozens of rounds, the two players still have the ambition to jump down the horse’s back. Zhu Ling’s sword trembled in his hand and pointed to Qin Feng’s face.
Where are you coming from?
Qin Fengqiu smiled and said: "Ding Wangfu Wang Xia Qin Feng. Who is this?"
Zhu Ling frowned slightly, and the other side’s speech was no different. However, he replied in a cold voice: "Xiling is leading Zhu Ling."
Qin Feng smiled and said: "Is it really a descendant of General Zhu Lao? Fortunately!" Zhu Ling snorted, the two stopped talking and re-handed.
At the rear, Zhang Qiu saw that Zhu Ling was entangled in Qin Feng and suddenly felt very good. Even nodded and said: "Wang Hao sees Qin Feng left really good, or Wang Hao is far-sighted, this general is far behind." If there is no Qin Feng, this Zhu Ling is really not very good. Therefore, these rivers and lakes masters on the battlefield are most annoying. Ignore them, the killing power of these masters is far more than a dozen or even dozens of times better than the average soldier. If you send a general to follow them, if a master of the rivers and lakes loses a general who can lead the war, then Lost blood. Zhang Qizhen decided to use Wang Qi to borrow a few unicorns to suppress the battle.
Here, Zhang Qiyu is happy. Zhu Xi on the head of the city is not happy. After Zhu Lingyi was entangled, the soldiers of the Xiling soldiers immediately became chaotic. The Mohist army took the opportunity to die, but only a moment later, the soldiers of the Xiling had lost more than half. Qin Feng and Zhu Ling played very happy. Although there are many masters in the palace, everyone is an acquaintance, and it doesn't make much sense to fight. However, Qin Feng did not have the courage to go to the leap to challenge the master of Dingwang. So it is rare to meet such an unfamiliar master of Zhu Ling, naturally it is happily wrapped around him. In his heart, Zhu Ling’s heart was repeatedly complaining. He did not expect that his own reach would be entangled in such a long time by a young and unknown name in the Mohist army. Originally, I just wanted to kill Qin Feng as soon as possible, but now this fight is not going to end. He is already riding a tiger. Qin Feng does not stop and he can't unilaterally fight.
This time, he also found that Qin Feng’s reach is not worse than himself. If you have been growing up, you will not be afraid of losing both. Then, when Qin Feng was injured, Zhu Ling could not afford to hurt. He is the commander of Jingzheng, and his grandfather Zhu Xi’s age is too high to be able to command the army to rush. As a result, Zhu Ling’s heart was eager to start with a little bit of calm, and Qin Feng’s grasp of the opportunity to storm a hand was almost seriously injured.
On the head of the city, Zhu Ling looked at Zhu Ling, who was fighting with Qin Feng, and frowned. Signaling the soldiers around him to receive troops.
Together with the sound, the Xiling soldiers quickly returned to the city gate. Zhang Qizhen is not to be pursued. The gate of this small city is easy to open, but the nearly 200,000 Xiling army in the gate is not so easy to deal with. If you go to the city and fight with the Xiling Grand Army, the casualties are not too much for the Mohist army to accept.
Qin Feng is not in love, and the generous exit from a distance to Zhu Ling back to the city, but also returned to the Mohist army.

How?
asked Zhang Qichen.
Qin Feng’s face was lame and nodded.
Master, General Zhang should not take it with him.
Zhang grinned and grumbled:
I know that Laozi is not tired. You kid, Now I can say it? Where did Wang Hao go?" Don't think that Zhang Qizhen's character is much worse than his heart. It is said that the Princess Wang Hao who came to support them has never been exposed from beginning to end. How can Zhang Qichen not worry? Looking at this situation, I am afraid that even the prince does not know where Wang Hao ran. If you let the prince know, don't you marry his skin?
"General Zhang, don't worry about it." Qin Feng appeased. "I didn't say it, I have sent someone to meet Wang Hao."
Zhang Qizhen did not look good at him, you might as well say it. It’s all about the need to meet people. Obviously, the place where Wang Hao went is not so safe. Taking a deep breath, Zhang Qizhen suppressed the impulse to throw this person out. "What can we do?" Qin Feng thought for a moment: "Wait for the signal of Wang Hao, and then join the Feng San Gongzi to destroy the enemy?"
"Isn't Feng San in the big camp?! Where did he get out of it?" Zhang screamed and roared.
Qin Feng looks calm, "The secret can not be revealed, this ... general you know?"
I know your sister!
The two armies received less than a quarter of an hour, and the smoke in the mountains in the southwest suddenly burst into flames, thanks to the good weather today and the clear skies. The fog that haunts the mountains during the week is also scattered. Even if they are separated by dozens of miles, they can be seen clearly. Seeing this situation, Zhu Ling and Zhu Xi were shocked. "Grandfather! In the mountains..." There are not only a hundred thousand soldiers in the mountains, but also enough food for the 200,000-strong army to eat for one year. Zhu Xi naturally knows this, and the old face looks gloomy. "You take the soldiers back!"
"But grandfather, here..." Zhu Ling anxiously said.
Zhu Xi interrupted him: "It is not necessary to say that if the stationed land is taken by the Mohist army, we have more than 100,000 people trapped in the lonely city. The food cannot be supported for a few days." This small town is not a big city like the city, even if it is a Mojia army. It’s not a problem to be in the 3rd and 5th months. The hundreds of thousands of troops are only afraid that they will be able to clean the food in this small town in three or five days. At that time, I can only wait for the hungry army to clean up.
"The Mohist army will not have so many people. The people there will never exceed 30,000. You will bring the soldiers back, and you must hold it there anyway!" Zhu Xi told.
"grandfather……"
Zhu Xi sighed and patted the shoulders of his grandson: "Go, my grandfather broke for you."
Zhu Ling gritted his teeth, his eyes reddish and said: "The grandson knows, grandfather takes care!"
"Go!"
Zhu Ling brought the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses he brought back to the mountains where they had been entrenched for more than ten years. In the small town behind him, Zhu Xi, who was over 70 years old, took Xilin soldiers with less than 50,000. Strictly guard this lonely small county. What they have to face is the more than 100,000 murderous soldiers who are strong and strong. Riding on horseback, Zhu Ling finally looked back at the small town in the night, only to see the grandfather's old voice standing alone on the tower and looking at his direction. When the heart trembled, Zhu Ling endured the tingling of his eyes and gave the horse a whip under him, and rushed forward to the front.
The small town is not far from the mountains where Jing is stationed. For the march, the twenty-thirty-thirth is just a matter of time. But after entering the mountains, their speed had to slow down. Even if this is a place that they have been familiar with for more than a decade, they can no longer be familiar with it. Now they are no longer their comrades in the robes, but more likely to be enemies hidden in the dark.
"The son, the spy in front of the road to report, there is no movement in front." The guards rode back to Zhu Ling and whispered in front of him.
Zhu Ling said: "There is no problem even if there is no movement. I am afraid that the people who have left are gone." When he left, he left 30,000 horses in the forest. If they came back, how could these people not have the slightest movement? Now, looking at the silent silent mountains in front of him, Zhu Ling erased the last hope in his heart.
"The son, the girl Yang is really..." The guards couldn't say anything, although they only got along in a few days, but he also had a good impression on the girl Yang. Similarly, he also sees that the son of the family is different for the girl. They are in the mountains all the year round and rarely interact with outsiders. It is also a happy event if the son and the girl can achieve good things. Just did not expect...
Thinking of the weak and clear girl, Zhu Ling’s face sank. He never thought that he would be deceived by a woman, and that woman... Even now, he still has a little hope, I hope this is just a misunderstanding. But his reason also tells him, where is there such a misunderstanding in this world?
Looking at the gloomy face of his own son in the dark night, the guards quickly transferred the topic and said: "The son, after this mountain, it is coming to our camp."
"Let the people in front be careful." Zhu Ling nodded and sank.
But sometimes it is useless to be careful. The road between the mountains was narrow, and the soldiers in front passed safely and nothing happened. Just when everyone was about to let go of their hearts, a loud noise was remembered in the mountains. People were shocked to see a huge stone on the hill next to it pushed by something from the top of the mountain. Then there was a booming sound, and countless rocks rolled down from both sides of the hill. The road to forward and backward was quickly blocked. Not to mention the wailing and crying of countless soldiers who were caught by the mountains and stones, and they rang through the entire forest.
Soon, countless torches were lit on the hillsides on both sides. Instantly illuminate the gloomy forest with two dazzling dragons.
Some of the Xiling soldiers trapped in the valley were screaming and panicked, and some had already countered. Only the other side is condescending, and the archery of the Mo Jiajun is famous for the country. For a time, the valley was full of smell.
Zhu Ling stood silently in the chaos, and the guards around him loyally waved the arrows that hit him. The beautiful face is filled with haze and anger in the light of the time, but he can't do anything in the face of the arrow rain pouring over it. After more than ten years of hard work, my grandfather’s painstaking efforts for more than 20 years have been annihilated when he has not reacted to himself. It is not just the tens of thousands of jing of Zhu’s family that is destroyed in this small valley. It is more than a decade of painstaking efforts, ten years of patience and aspirations.
In the end, it is still too young, and Zhu Ling does not understand that it is true that the ancient language is a hero. But a hero created in a chaotic world will always have only a few of the districts, and more are the cannon fodders that are buried for the heroes. And no one in this world has stipulated that whoever pays will be a hero in that troubled world.
"Don, let's go!" The guard behind him pushed him and let him come back. Zhu Ling saw that several of the guards around him had already hanged, but still struggled around him. It’s just that the terrain has been extremely unfavorable to them. The archers of the Mohist Army are so good to resist. At this time, they have already reached the end of the murderous road.
Zhu Ling smiled bitterly, "Go? Where can I go?"
"Where to go everywhere, stay in the green hills, not afraid of no firewood. Son, let's go!" The guard shouted, and couldn't help but push Zhu Ling again, and screamed: "Don, don't forget." The old general is still waiting for you." Zhu Ling was surprised, as if this really came back to God. Looking up and seeing a scab in the valley, the number of soldiers who can stand up is less than 20%.
"Protect the son! Kill it!" The people around him whispered. Soon, the loyal guards and the family members of the Zhu family came over and helped Zhu Ling to rush forward. They have lived in this mountain for more than 20 years, and naturally understand where it is more likely to rush out. The remaining soldiers seemed to understand that they had reached a desperate situation, and they rushed to the hillsides on both sides and wanted to go with the enemy. But many of them have been re-shot. Occasionally, a few climbed to the top but could not escape the sharp edge of the Mohist army who had already waited there.
The people who guarded Zhu Ling were all martial arts high-powered generations, but in the end they only rushed out of the valley but only seven or eight people. As soon as they are surrounded, it is their world to enter the forest. It’s extremely difficult for the Mohist army to be even more powerful and want to find them in such mountains. However, the picture that rushed out of the valley still shocked them. Even in the dark night, through the faint moonlight, you can still see the horror of the corpse in front of the sky, and the strong smell in the air. These were the soldiers who had rushed out before, but unfortunately they did not die in the valley arrows inside, but still could not escape the ambush set by the enemy.
"The son, let's go!" The scarred guards around him pulled a dull jingle.
"Go!" Zhu Ling voice hoarse and whispered.
"Zhu Gongzi." The sound of the elegant and graceful voice sounded in the mountains. Zhu Ling’s heart trembled and looked up. Not far from the side of the mountain, a white girl stands in the wind. Under the faint moonlight, the girl's face reveals a crystal luster, and the beautiful eyelids bear a faint brilliance. Suddenly appeared on this dark and mountain battlefield, people feel like a banshee in the mountains.
"Who are you?" Zhu Ling’s voice was dry and pale, and he fixedly looked at the girl in front of him and asked hard.
The white girl looked at him with a faint smile, and some apologized: "My name is Ye Liu."
Leaves, glass! What a mundane word, what a dull name. However, these two words are heard in Zhu Ling’s ears, but they are like thunderous nine days. They are deafening. For a long while, Zhu Ling slowly laughed out, "Ye Li? Ye Li... Set the king's enamel... Haha..." As if to hear something funny, Zhu Ling's laughter is getting bigger and bigger, and finally laughs as if It’s going to be breathless. "You are a king?"
Ye Liang nodded: "I am Ding Wang."
"You lied to me." Zhu Ling gritted his teeth.
Yeli nodded, "I lied to you." Qingli's eyes were filled with regrets and helplessness, but there was no regret and embarrassment. The two armies fought, there is no good or evil, no right or wrong, and some, only positions. Different from each other's positions are enemies, and facing the enemy... unscrupulous means, this is the principle that Yeli recognized in his life and in this life.
"A good king will be..." Zhu Ling whispered softly: "I heard that the hundreds of thousands of troops in Zhennan Wang Leizheng were beaten almost completely under the hands of Ding Wang. Today, Zhu Ling is defeated by Ding Wang, but it is not It’s a loss. It’s a good time for Wang Hao to do so. It’s really fortunate in the next three lives.
Ye Liu’s helpless smile:
There are not many of the hundreds of thousands of troops in Zhu Gongzi’s hands, but they are helpless. It is the lack of soldiers and horses. If the son suddenly kills, I am afraid that it will cause a lot of trouble for the Mo Jiajun. In the very case, only the extraordinary policy can be used. If there is a rude, please ask the son forgive me."
"You have been eyeing Jingjing from the beginning?" Zhu Ling asked.
Yeli smiles lightly and does not deny it.
"General Zhu’s silently hid more than 100,000 troops and horses near Yucheng. Presumably, there are also many grain crops. To be honest, the first thing we look at is not the soldiers and horses of Zhu Gongzi but the soldiers. The grain. "Not far away, Feng Zhiyao walked in a big red brocade, and the blood on the long sword in his hand fell all the way.
Yeli helpless smile, looked at Feng Zhiyao and asked: "How come you?"
Feng Zhiyao smiled and said: "Wang Wang personally involved in the danger, if I do not go back and forth how to explain to Wang Ye?"
Yeli Emei, faintly watching the Phoenix. You can't tell him!
Feng Zhiyao raised his eyebrows. Can Wang Hao feel that he could hold it?
Looking at the eye contact between the two people, Zhu Ling looked like a sigh, calmly looking at the white girl in front of her eyes: "How do you want Wang Hao?"
Ye Li was silent for a moment, faintly said: "Please ask the son to go back with us."
Zhu Ling was silent. After a while, he only smiled. One finger Ye Lianglang said: "I have nothing to do with Zhu Ling in my life, but as a child of Zhu family, I will never be a prisoner under that stage. I will not give you a chance to threaten my grandfather!" Road: "So, what does the son want?"
Zhu Ling took the long sword in the guardian's hand and pointed it to the black cloud ride behind him. He said: "But fight for death!"
Feng Zhiyao’s face was slowly faded and replaced with a dignified color. In front of him, Zhu Ling actually has a bit of tenderness in his opinion. If he has achieved success in a few years, he is absolutely above himself. As a general, even if the other party is a defeated soldier, he admire and is willing to fulfill. The one's clothes were slashed and the blood on the sword was wiped clean. Feng Zhiyao nodded: "Zhu Gongzi, please."
"Slow." Ye Liu's voice came from the side, Feng Zhizhi picked up his eyebrows and took back the long sword to look at the glass. Ye Li raised his hand to stop the forest cold behind him, strolled up and looked straight into the youth on the clothes in front of him, whispering and clearing, "This is a wish to fight with the son."
"Wang Hao!" Feng Zhiyao and others were shocked and quickly wanted to stop. Although Zhu Ling’s army is now defeated, Zhu Ling is still a master. The blood on his body at this time is not his own. In fact, Zhu Ling has almost no real hand tonight. Ye Zi waved to prevent Feng Zhiyao and others from wanting to persuade, and slowly walked into Zhu Ling. "This is a wish to fight with the son, I wonder if it is okay?"
"I heard that the king is also a generation of masters, and I am fortunate. Please!"
Not a vast mountain forest, blood flowing into the river.
On the battlefield of the bodies of the Xiling soldiers who were all over the dead, the men in white shirts and the white girls stood in a calm position. If there were no long swords and blood-stained swords, this must be a beautiful one. Picture. Not far away is the crowd staring quietly at them.
The long sword in Zhu Ling’s hand trembled and pulled out two silver swords. Yeli smiled at him with a faint smile, and the snow-colored dagger flashed at his fingertips. As if it was just a moment of pause, the two figures rushed to each other at a very fast speed, and at the same time the two figures were intertwined and entangled. Zhu Ling’s sword in his hand was swaying, and the dagger in the hand of Ye Liang also shone with a cold suffocation.
Soon, Zhu Ling discovered that in the face of this woman's close-knit, he couldn't take advantage of it, and even greatly restricted the play of the sword. So he quickly opened a distance with Ye Liang. However, Ye Li will give him this opportunity. The chilly dagger, such as the sacral bones, is often pasted with his clothes, and the skin under the clothes is also chilled.
The long sword and the short blade hit each other, and the glass hand held the dagger's hand and trembled a little. After all, the strength of women and men are hard to compete anyway. A smudged eyebrow, the dagger attached to the blade straight to cut Zhu Ling's wrist, Zhu Ling's wrist quickly shunned away.
"Ding Wang is a good man!"
"Zhu Gongzi praised it."
Outside the battlefield, Feng Zhiyao stared at the two people in the fight and frowned. However, I have to admit that Wang Hao’s progress in recent years is extremely fast, even if it is a rare master like Zhu Ling, it will not fall below. Lin Han didn't know when he came to him. He also stared at the two people in the fight. He asked in his mouth: "How did Feng Sangong come? General Zhang..." Feng Zhiyao said: Qin Feng is enough there, even if it is not enough, I can drag the time to wait for us to go back. Wang Hao is not worried about being alone. It is you, hurt nothing?"
Lin Han touched his back and shook his head. The knife wound looked sinister, but the person who started it was calculated to just avoid the key points. Can only be considered a skin injury.
Feng Zhiyao raised his eyebrow and smiled: "I think it should be fine, but the son of the son personally started. Is this son's calculations good?"
"Thank you for the three sons of Feng Sangong." Lin Han gritted his teeth, although he was willing to do so, but he was ruined without any reason, and he could not get up. What's more, seeing the culprit is still there to be proud of the invitation. Lin Han deeply felt that the Feng Sangong should be repaired.
"Wang Hao, be careful!" The phoenix that smiled and joyfully saw the silver light and quickly reminded him. On the other hand, a guardian under Zhu Ling looked at the glazed glass that had nothing to do with Zhu Ling, and there was a fierce light in the shackles. At the moment when Ye Li and Zhu Ling separated, a silver-colored hidden weapon was shot.
While hearing the reminder of Feng Zhiyao, Ye Liu also heard the sound of the dark weapon behind him. The head did not return to the dagger in the back of the hand and wanted to block the hidden weapon behind him. However, Zhu Ling, who was not far away, suddenly flew over and rushed over. Ye Li slightly frowning is about to shoot a palm, but see Zhu Ling pushes his own hidden weapon into the chest of Zhu Ling without any hindrance.
"The son!" the guard screamed, and had not had time to react, the long arrows of the Mohist army had penetrated their chests.
Ye Liu stood fixed, and looked back at the people who fell to the ground, and the beautiful face flashed a trace of gloom. Feng Zhiyao saw Wang Hao nothing, this was relieved, and quickly took people to come forward to see if the group of people still live, in case of a sudden hidden weapon like that.
That hidden weapon is a common willow dart. The entire darts were shot into Zhu Ling's chest, revealing only a little dart head with a blue luster outside. Feng Zhiyao's face changed slightly, said: "The dart is poisonous." Lin Han looked at Zhu Ling who fell to the ground, and whispered: "Even if he does not block, the darts can't shoot Wang Hao." The dagger can shoot down the dart, but it was knocked open by Zhu Ling.
On the ground full of blood, Zhu Ling lay like that. Even his upper body was still on the body of a soldier who had been dead for a long time. Looking at the glazed eyes in front of the eyes, I moved my mouth and finally did not say anything. Ye Liang looked down at him and said faintly: "Why is this?"
The handsome young man pulled the lips and smiled and said: "I lost... my life, this is so..."
Yeli calmly said: "Winning and defeating is a common thing in the military. Only when you can live to flop, if you die, there will be nothing." Zhu Ling stunned, and soon shook his head and smiled at her: "Now say these What's the point? I never thought... I didn't expect that I would be defeated like this...just like I never thought about it, you will be, will be the king..."
Ye Li silently, Zhu Ling smiled and said: "You don't need to... don't feel sorry. I am tired... tired..." The poison on the willow eye is obviously not a general poison. In a short while, the gongfu Zhu Ling lips overflowed with black. Blood, slowly closed your eyes.
Ye Liu looked at the scene of the corpse in front of the eye, looking at the eyes of the young man in front of the white shirt has been stained with blood and eyes closed. Suddenly I felt a cold, and I couldn’t help but reach my arms.
"Wang Hao, he didn't want to live, it wasn't your fault." Lin Han whispered. Even if Zhu Ling does not stop the darts, there will be no problem. They can see it so far, and Zhu Ling, who is next to him, can naturally see it. From the time he fought his sword, he had already died. Such a proud young man, who had tasted such a fiasco in the first battle of his life, had no reason to let himself live again.
"I know." Ye Liu nodded, "clean the battlefield, go back and reinforce General Zhang!"
"Yes, Wang Hao." Feng Zhiyao should be.
In a small town dozens of miles away, Zhu Xi, who could not sleep in the middle of the night, stood on the head of the city and looked into the distance. Suddenly, an inexplicable trepidation made him stunned. He looked at the southwest direction and moved his lips. The two lines of tears flowed down the wrinkled face.
"Linger..."
The Xiling garrison of the small town suddenly launched an attack at the time of the fourth. Although the Mo Jiajun has been vigilant and alert all the time, but the four days are the time when most of the soldiers sleep. The attack that broke out still caused some little confusion in the Mohist army. However, in the end, it was a hundred soldiers, and soon the Mo Jiajun reacted and killed the Zhuling army of Zhu Xi.
"What happened? How could Zhu Xi suddenly send a sneak attack?" After the army, Zhang Qizhen asked and stared at the battlefield in front of him. It’s easy for him to find out that the morale of these Xiling defenders is very different from the previous ones. It is clear that there is a feeling that the death ambition wants to go with the Mo Jiajun. Looking up at the old figure standing on the wall in the distance, Zhang Qizhen always felt that something happened that he did not know. With Zhu Xi’s experience and ability to fight, it is absolutely impossible to make such a rash decision.
Qin Feng next to it is a normal face, faintly said: "Probably Wang Hao, they succeeded on the other side. But... we have not received the news, how did Zhu Xi receive the news?"
"Success?" Zhang Qiqi turned back and grabbed the collar of Qin Feng: "You haven't told me, what did Wang Hao do?!" Qin Feng slowly took his hand and grabbed the collar of his collar: "Wang Hao went to check Zhu Ling’s hundreds of thousands of troops have gone to the ground. And... there should be a lot of food and grass there. So, we don’t have to worry about food and military needs in a short time.

"What?" Zhang Qizhen was shocked. "Wang Hao went..." Qin Feng smiled and said: "Otherwise, the general thought that we are guarding this useless county town in the past few days? If they are hiding in the mountains and refused to come out, we are sending three. The 140,000-strong army may not be able to get them. Now they are not coming out of their own? When they come out, we can take the opportunity to take the place. The 100,000 army that went back last night is estimated to be gone. You can't be so crazy."
Zhang Qiyu took a few deep breaths, and he felt that he was almost scared to be half-life by this sudden news. But this... finally good news, isn't it? Even if Zhu Xi is going crazy, this black light will not be afraid of him when he fights, and there is not much difference between the two sides. In the end, it is hard to say who wins.
In the chaotic battle between the two armies, the sound of the horseshoes rushed from afar. The Mohist soldiers who are familiar with them have shown their joy.
"It's a black cloud ride! Black clouds are riding!" In the southwest direction, a black cavalry swept through the wind. Quickly rushed into the battlefield, and soon, the battlefield, which was still evenly matched, showed a one-sided situation. Behind the black cavalry, Ye Liu and Mo Xiuqiu ran on horses in tandem, and soon merged into the camp of Mojiajun.
From the far side, I saw Ye Liu coming back, and Zhang Qiyu quickly greeted him with a "Wang Hao!"
Ye Li glanced at the battlefield ahead, and of course saw the isolated old figure on the tower. After a pass, I said: "General Zhang is excused. How is the situation?" Zhang Qixiao said with a smile: "Wang Hao, despite the peace of mind, with the addition of the black cloud ride, the Xiling garrison must be swayed before dawn." Zhang Qizhen only completely let go of his heart. In the past few days, Wang Hao, with Qin Feng and others, said that he was assisted by the lord's order to defend the city. But since Wang Hao came, he never saw anyone again. I didn’t know what Wang Hao was watching until now. Only scared him to the heart and still trembled. If Wang Hao had something wrong, how could they explain it to Wang Ye?
"Congratulations to Wang Hao, it has wiped out more than 100,000 Jingjing without any effort." Zhang Qixiao smiled.
Ye Liu smiled and shook his head and said: "If there is no general sitting here, it will not be so easy."
The killing continued until the sky was heavy, and the Xiling garrison finally couldn’t resist the gradual collapse and retreat into the city. The gates and walls of the small town can hardly play any defensive role. The Mojiajun and Heiyun rides took less than an hour to open the gate and once again rushed into the small county. In fact, there are not many Xiling garrisons in the small towns. Only some streets and streets have occasionally heard intermittent killings. A group of people from Yeli stepped into the city, and the soldiers who entered the city one step at a time came to sue. "General Zhu Xi is still on the tower."
Everyone looked at it, and Ye Li whispered: "Go and see."
Others naturally have no opinion, and they set foot on the tower of the small town behind Ye Li. On the corner of the tower, Zhu Xi was wearing a pair of old shirts and holding hands, looking at the direction of the city. Even Ye Zi and others came up as if they didn't hear it. Yeli is not in a hurry, just calmly looking at the back of the old man.
I don't know how long it took, Zhu Xi slowly turned around to look at the crowd, and finally fell to the white glass of the hand reaching out. Shen Sheng asked: "This girl is Yang girl? Or is it a king?" Ye Liu arched his hand, a light smile and respectful words: "The younger generation Ye Liu, I have seen General Zhu."
Zhu Xi nodded and smiled. "Is it really a king? It is so young... It really is a young talent. The king is blessed..."
Ye Li whispered: "Predecessors praised."
Zhu Xi looked at her with a hint of indescribable eccentricity in her eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he asked: "I don't know how to dispose of Wang Hao." Ye Li sighed slightly, whispering: "Zhu Gongzi has already died... I hope the old general will mourn."
Zhu Xi’s body trembled a little, and the hand holding the long gun shook. After all, it was just a long sigh of Yang Tian, ​​saying: "Why is the war dead... Anything... I hurt him, he could have..." His only grandson, when he was young, was smart and intelligent. If it is not because of him, not because of Jing, he was originally free to live and fame and fortune. Just because of him, for his wish and ambition, Zhu Ling was hidden in the mountains at the age of twelve and three, and even if he died in the battlefield, no one would ever know his name, and he would never get his own deserved Identity and glory.
"General..." Ye Liu sighed. "Zhu Gongzi has already died in battle, and the General's Day is mourning. Zhu Gongzi is in the sky and does not want the general to hurt him."
Zhu Xi shook his head and said: "Ding Wang Yu, you don't have to persuade the old man. The old man has been nearly old and old, and he has already lived enough. Today, since the defeat of the army, the old man has nothing to say." Feng Zhiyao frowned slightly, Lang said: "Why should Zhu Laojun be like this? The Mo Jiajun is not the one who has killed him."
Zhu Xi looked at the phoenix and couldn't help but have a good time. Laughing: "The general's meaning, is it difficult for the Mohist army to want to persuade it? The old man has no effect on the Mohist army. What's more, the old man is half-lived for Xiling, and it is ridiculous to end up in the evening."
The glazed glazed, faintly said: "The generals misunderstood. The old generals Gao Fengliang, the Mohist army did not dare to persuade the generals. Now both you and me have won and lost, the old generals have long been unloading the fields. Also ask the old generals to leave. Ding Wangfu will not be embarrassed." Zhu Xi looked at Ye Liu and asked: "You are not afraid that the old man will come back after the walk, and against the Mo Jiajun?"
Ye Liu shook his head: "The younger generation believes in the old general."
The city building was silent for a long while, and Zhu Xi finally laughed loudly and shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness. Unfortunately, Zhu Xisheng is the general of Xiling Jingtian, and the death is also the general of Xiling Jingtian! Today, Zhu Xi defeated, Goodbye, see the old man and the emperor of Xiling, this life, don't give up!"
"The old general..."
Zhu Ling calmly looked at the white woman in front of her eyes, with a touch of regret and helplessness in her eyes. "Just, but unfortunately..." Suner is a big one with his own hands, how can he not understand. When Linger mentioned to him the woman named Yang Jianya, he knew that the woman was somewhat different in his eyes. Now he has finally seen a woman who can make his grandchildren look at each other, but it’s a pity...
"General Zhu Zhu?!" In the eyes of everyone shocked, the old man who had already been faint suddenly jumped out and fell out of the city. After the first step of the glass, the sleeves moved slightly, and finally stopped. The crowd went forward and stood on the top of the city and looked down. At the gate of the city, the old man lay quietly, and the blood slowly flowed under him to dye the red soil under his body and the white hair on his head.
Ye Li silently looked at the old man who had lost his life under the wall, his eyes stunned.
"Wang Hao..." Feng Zhiyao asked with some concern.
Ye Liu lightly turned and said: "Convergence, thick burial."
"Follow."