Long Yue rarely drinks alcohol, and ascends to the throne, unless there is a major happy event, Long Yue will never touch alcohol. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Some people like to drink freely, some like to drink wantonly, and some like to use wine to kill their sorrows, but Long Yue can not drink without drinking, lest drinking affect his thinking and judgment.

Today, Long Yue is drinking for the first time, and he drinks a lot.

Wu Bo sacrificed his life to accompany the emperor and accompanied Long Yue to drink until he was happy.

The sun is setting and twilight is approaching.

Long Yue stood up straight, his eyes kept looking out of the main hall.

After a long time.

Long Yue turned around, walked back to the dragon chair with a little staggering, sighed heavily, reached out and picked up the fold on the desk, and was about to open it.

"Urgent!"

"Great victory in the West!"

A loud voice came into Long Yue's ears.

Long Yue's body trembled, threw the fold directly onto the desk, stood up from the dragon chair, and ran towards the outside of the main hall.

Completely disregarding the image.

A dusty messenger galloped in.

Thump!

A dull voice rang out, and the messenger fell to his knees.

Folds are submitted.

Long Yue took a deep breath, calmed down, and took the fold.

"Reward!"

Long Yue's tone was heavy and long.

Wu Bo hurried over, and several rare and valuable knick-knacks slipped into the messenger's hand.

The dragon walked more and more quickly, probably because of the willingness to drink, and his pace was a little scattered.

Do it above the case.

Long Yue waved his hand, and the desk was swept away and became clean.

With a solemn expression, he put the fold on the table and slowly opened it.

Looking at some unfamiliar handwriting, Long Yue's body couldn't help but tremble.

The dragon is lowered, word by word, and reads the excerpt in detail.

The handwriting is very unfamiliar, but it has a sharp edge.

The excerpt describes in detail the events of the war in the west, from the moment the old lady crossed the western border, how many silver taels the old lady brought, how many treasures and jade vessels are clearly written, how many people are brought, and what names are recorded clearly.

The most authentic and concise language describes a century-old war heartily, and between the lines, the strong battlefield killing spirit comes to the face.

As far as the eye can see, on the Boluo grassland, the grass is withering, the wind is blowing, and the sound of snorting is endless.

The speed of the old lady's convoy was very slow, and the large temperature difference between day and night made the old lady very uncomfortable, although wearing a thick coat, the old lady's body could not help but tremble, trembling all over, and constantly dripping in cold sweat.

Three days and two nights.

The convoy reached the depths of the royal court, facing the carriage full of gold and silver, and the people in the royal court continued to let out deafening cheers.

The old lady got out of the car alone.

He entered the yurt alone, and no one followed.

Fifty-eight disciples of the Sword Sect escorting the convoy, and eight hundred Taiqian Iron Cavalry were all waiting outside.

There was silence in the yurt.

Three hours later, a fierce struggle broke out in the silent yurt, and the old lady, who seemed to be weak, broke through the fine sheepskin carefully sewn yurt with two fingers, and swept out.

A peace talks that were doomed to fail have finally come to an end.

The convoy set off in a hurry.

There are fifty-eight disciples of the Sword Sect, and they are in the lead.

Fifty-eight swords, like the death scythe of the hell messenger to seduce the soul and ask for his life, forcibly tore a huge hole in the defense line of the royal court's iron horse.

The convoy fought and retreated.

Wang Tingren were like mad dogs, biting the convoy and refusing to give up.

Half a day's gallop of one hundred and eighty miles.

The convoy was full of people and horses.

The number one warrior of the royal court, Yelu Donglai, who had the courage of ten thousand people, personally led the army to chase.

At the same time, the general of the steppe, Tuoba Bufan, and Yelu thundered, each leading the army to form a flanking attack and outflank the convoy.

The 800 elites who escorted the convoy were completely wiped out.

The fifty-eight disciples of the Sword Sect left a short period to intercept the pursuit of the royal court's cavalry.

A fierce battle.

Fifty-eight people lost sixteen, the other forty-two were wounded, and the steppe cavalry lost more than 1,000 wounded.

As the gold, silver and jewels on the carriage decreased, the cavalry of the royal court also penetrated into the trap that Taiqian had already set.

Pocket array.

The carriage that was loaded away was empty, eight hundred good men died in the grassland, and sixteen of the fifty-eight disciples of the Sword Sect were lost.

The goal of luring the enemy deeper has finally been achieved.

The old lady stood alone and one horse in front of the 180,000 pursuers of the royal court.

The Forty-Two Sword Sect followed behind.

Yelu came to the east, Tuoba was extraordinary, and the army led by Yelu thunder surrounded him heavily.

Taiqian's army began to tighten its pockets, and the 580,000 western troops, and even the men and horsemen in the army were all in armor.

The army of Taiqian was like locusts crossing the border, densely packed, crushing over the grassland, and completely tightening its pockets.

The old lady has the will to die.

One man and one horse took the lead.

The thin body spread its wings like an eagle, rushing towards Yelu Dong, the first warrior of the grassland.

The forty-two disciples of the Sword Sect were also fearless, the long sword was unsheathed, and the blood rain was lifted, like a sharp steel cone, brutally piercing into the army of the royal court.

Rush out and give birth.

You can't rush to death.

Where the blade of the sword is pointing, it is invincible.

The forty-two disciples of the Sword Sect came out with blood, and twenty-four people fell behind halfway.

The old lady relied on the strength of one person to entangle Yelu Donglai.

The qi machine flowed for thousands of miles, and the bodies of the two directly crashed through the heavy siege and disappeared into the far reaches of the grassland.

The army of Taiqian moved violently.

The arrows came like a curtain of rain, and after three rounds of arrows, the royal court suffered heavy casualties.

The Iron Rider's charge begins.

The warriors roared, the horses neighed, and the screams seemed to come from the terrible hell, the blood splashed red the withered grass, and the corpses that continued to fall were trampled into blood and mud by the horses, and the bloody battle ended.

All the 180,000 troops of the royal court were slaughtered.

Appendix 1: The old lady was invincible in the final battle of Yelu Donglai, but he was seriously injured Yelu Donglai, returned with blood, his qi failed, and when he was dying, he divided his luck into three and disappeared into the sky as three rainbow lights, without a trace.

Appendix 2: Lin Rufeng, the commander of the Western Battalion, killed the grassland general Yelu Thunder.

Appendix 3: The eighteen disciples who rushed out of the Sword Sect successfully killed Tuoba Bufan, and lost six people again.

Appendix 4: Follow the last wish of Lao Taifu and bury him on the western border.

Appendix 5: Taiqian's army has gone deep into the hinterland of the Boluo grassland, actively fighting a decisive battle with the royal court, intending to completely solve the troubles.

After a long time, Long Yue finally finished reading the excerpts, and it seemed that he had spent all his strength, slowly leaning back on the mountain behind the chair, and was silent for a long time.

Long Yue's eyes were a little misty, with a few tears.

There is one thing to do.

The old lady can't escape either.