Chapter 157: Secretly let him go

"Brother, don't do it!" Mo Ziling's shouting continued, and the other two had been injured.
First, General Bap, in order to block an arrow for Man Mohan, was shot dead.
That arrow, from General Bap's forehead, pierced his head straight, and he would definitely die.
The second arrow came suddenly, although Mo Mohan was alert, but because of the speed, he was too late to dodge. When he dodge, he was shot in the right chest.
Suddenly, the blood was like a note, Mo Mo coldly caressed the wound, snorted, and he couldn't care about it any more, so Lingming resigned.
However, how could Mo Zichen give up such a great opportunity, shouting his arms and shouting: "Crush--"
In an instant, the imprisonment of the formation was lost, and the Mojia army rushed away like a flood beast, knocking the Nanman army into defeat.
In this pursuit, the Nanman Army's film armor was not killed.
As with the Tangling Army, Mo Zichen is no longer soft-hearted because of Mo Xiangjun.
If you can't hit it hard, how could Mo Xiangjun die?
Over the past decade or so, the tranquility of the border has been the heart of the Mojia Army. The existence of Mo Xiangjun and Mausoleum is like the nightmare of the Mojia Army, making the three generations of Mojia generals, even in peace, never sleep in peace. Diligent training, never rested.
The three brothers Mozichen, Moziqian, and Mozian took the lead, and Moyu and Moyu followed him, and they went there to kill a large area. When the five tigers are going to kill them, wherever they can resist, they just want to escape.
Mo Ziling's three souls and seven souls were lost. Her heart hurt, and she rushed up, and she rushed on a horse at will, holding a red spear gun, flying a whip, and catching up with her brother and others. pace.
Seeing chasing out a few miles, came to a valley.
Autumn wild luxuriant, weedy reeds. Looking around, the Nanman army who had fled to this place had also been almost killed. The death of the dead, the drop of the drop, but only the injured Nanman Prince Mohan was cold.
The surroundings gradually quieted down, and the twilight was in the twilight. A few jackdaws swept the red maple treetops, adding a bit of sadness to the valley where the corpse traversed the wild.
"Brother, but I don't see Mo Mo cold, do I have to chase it again? He was injured and should not be able to run far." Mo Zi'an was asking Mo Zichen for advice.
Mo Zichen's eyes were slightly condensed, and he sneered: "If he was arrested, it would be a good choice to let his aunt drop the mouse."
"No, brother," Mo Ziling quickly persuaded, "Man Mohan was not born of an aunt. If he was arrested, he might fall into the aunt's arms. Why did she really care about him? It looks like he is like a child, but he just wants to use him to make a play in front of the Nanman Emperor. Taking him as a hostage is useless. Besides, if you really take him as a hostage, then you really have a hatred with Nanman. After that, there will be unclear wars waiting. It is better to follow the ancestor's words. The Nanman problem should be reconciled. Reconciliation is the most fundamental way to solve the problem. "
"This……"
Mo Zichen murmured secretly, and what Mo Ziling said was not without reason.
Mo Fengzhi has been nagging about this several times, and the ringer still needs to be linked to the ringer. Perhaps the ultimate solution to the Nanban problem is to resolve the grievances.
"Yes," Mo Ziqian also persuaded, "Brother, if you can resolve the grievances with Nanman, then Dongling lacks an alliance, and naturally it will not dare to attack Beimo easily. In this way, you can fight for Beimo It takes a long time to recuperate. "
"However, Brother," Mo Zi'an has a different view. "Although I also agree to resolve the dispute between Nanman and Beimo by resolving grievances, what should I do in the period before the resolution? The injured Man Mohan returned to Nanman in this way. Will his aunt's arrogant temper become angry and lead the soldiers to attack Nanman again? It would be better to capture Man Mohan, at least Manyu still loves his biological son. What do you fear? Would n’t it be better to try to resolve it peacefully during this peaceful time? "
Mo Zichen slightly jaws: "What the third brother said is not without reason."
Mo Ziling listened to the conversation between the eldest brother and the third brother, and felt uneasy. A pair of beautiful eyes looked around and looked like he was searching for a pretty cold figure.
Suddenly, her eyes swept to her eyes, and in the tall pile of wormwood, there was a faint flash of starlight, isn't it a star deep in her mind?
Mo Ziling's heart froze, but Mo Mo was actually invisible in the vicinity.
He also seemed to capture the line of sight projected by Mo Ziling, and his pupils were slightly convergent, revealing a look of terror.
Mo Ziling quickly shook his head slightly, blinked, and gestured for him to hide.
"Big Brother," Mo Ziling said deliberately, "Ziling also thinks that San Ge is justified. Before he resolves his grievances, he might as well take the life of Mo Mo as a hostage. In this way, Nan Man will settle down for a while, and Tangling will lose its allies, It must not be a blame. Bei Mo also has the opportunity to recuperate and recuperate, so that he will not waste his painstakingly. It ’s better, let ’s chase it down. Let ’s hurry here and let Mo Mo escape, saying that no matter how much Now. "
"Well, good, chase!" Mo Zichen decisively ordered.
As a result, a group of people once again whip and spur the horse, continue to pursue, and pursue around.
Only, just half a mile away, Mo Ziling took off the white jade peacock hairpin on the bun and hid it in his sleeve, shouting loudly, "Three brothers, wait."
The three brothers stationed in Malaysia and looked back.
"What's wrong? Zi Ling." Mo Ziqian asked with concern.
"Second brother, my white jade peacock hairpin is gone, but that is the gift that my sister-in-law rewards me. My favorite must have been on the road. I looked back. If I found it, I would go back to the camp first. Anyway, to deal with a wounded Mo Mo, you generals are here, more than enough, I do not need to do more.
Mo Zi Ling said heartily.
Mo Ziqian said: "That's the case, go ahead and be more careful."
The group continued to search forward, Mo Ziling turned his horse's head and hurried back to the valley.
Moziling flew off the horse when she was about to approach the wormwood, and she threw herself with a heart. She dropped the reins and carefully pulled away the wormwood. Suddenly, a cold sword pierced, Moziling. Quickly fled to avoid the sword edge, then a figure flew out.
It can be seen that Mo Mohan wanted to use the sword, but he couldn't do it.
He was seriously injured, and the arrow was still inserted into his chest, covered with blood.
Mo Ziling quickly explained: "His Royal Highness Prince Mo Pan, I'm here to save you. I won't take you as a hostage. I want to save you and let you go back to Nanman. My brothers chased forward. But If I do n’t come to you, you will lose too much blood and die. I must come back. Your wounds must be treated in time. "