The approaching firelight, the sound of rushing hooves ringing in his ears, as if it was the fear imprinted in his heart, lingered no matter what, and stayed in the heart field, accompanied by the violent heartbeat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info hit almost every nerve, every cell. He is not allowed to escape, much less is allowed to escape. The sound of hooves seemed to hit the fear in almost his heart, deeply crushing his disguise, revealing the fear in his heart, and slowly wandering on it, laughing at him; And the brighter and brighter firelight gradually magnified the fear on the face, as if it had been reflected in the waning moon at this time. His body began to shake inexplicably, and his clenched fist slowly loosened, and suddenly he clenched violently again; The struggling expression on his face suddenly relaxed, but at the moment of relaxation, he suddenly got up again and was repeatedly afraid and uneasy; Fear and anxiety were quickly replaced by a deep struggle. Finally, a light suddenly shot out of his eyes, which seemed to be almost there, and his fists were clenched, gradually white, and covered with green tendons; And at that moment, all the uneasiness in almost all his body seemed to hide in an unknown corner of his heart for a moment, and only a little fear remained in his eyes; At that moment, the fire in his eyes was slowly disappearing, slowly fading from his eyes, and the sound of the horses' hooves galloping in his heart was also far away drop by drop, and also far away little by little; Finally, almost no longer heard, could not see. The clenched fists slowly loosened, but for some reason began to tremble violently again; His trembling hands slowly moved to the hilt of the knife that hung from his waist.

At the moment when he almost grasped the hilt of the sword, his trembling hands were white, almost as white as the faint moonlight in the night sky; Breathing gradually became rapid, and suddenly calmed down; And the fear in his eyes gradually began to magnify, making him uneasy, and a piece of sweat gushed out of his hands at some point, and the drop of sweat on his forehead slowly dripped down, and it happened to fall on the blade that he almost pulled out hard, and the blooming fluorescent light flashed in his gaze. Out of nowhere, he borrowed a burst of courage, and gradually calmed his trembling hands, and suddenly a loud roar rolled out from his roar. The roar was so violent, and it was so sad, even the waning moon in the sky was slightly rippling.

The knife finally landed next to the neck that was almost there. The cold sword light has already illuminated the pale face that was almost the same at this time. Although his hands no longer trembled, he lacked a lot of strength at the moment, as if he could only swing this knife without using all the strength in his body.

The fire was getting closer, and the sound of hooves was getting more and more intense. It's so dazzling, and it's so ruthless. It was as if at that moment, the terrible ghost who had turned into hell, the terrifying Grim Reaper, roared, screamed, roared...

His reddened eyes were almost completely replaced by fear in his heart, and he never saw any other looks. The steady hand gradually began to tremble, tremble, and tremble violently. Finally, his throat rolled hard, but he couldn't make any sound, only a few screams of fear ringing in his heart. Suddenly, a fear welled up in his heart that he had forgotten, and that fear seemed to give him unsurpassed strength. The blade, slowly watching his neck move, getting closer and closer, seemed to be in the next blink of an eye, the blade would stab into his flesh, stabbing into the surging veins...

At this time, everyone around him, every soldier who fled here with him was like this, the expression on his face was almost the same as almost the same, and even more miserable and tormented than him. It was as if the wind blowing on their faces at this time was also infected by them, and there was no joy, and it became very depressing, making it difficult to breathe, and it was unimaginable.

I don't know who it was, I couldn't bear the fear in my heart anymore, I couldn't resist the fear in my heart anymore, and finally dropped the knife on his neck. At that moment, the blood light gushing out of his neck almost brightened the entire sky, and took away the fear in everyone's heart, but it left the fear deep in his heart...

That blood light seemed to be a guide, as if it was a whisper in the ear, and as if it was a light in the darkness. The silence was broken in an instant, as if everyone's hand was being pulled by it, guided, moved slowly, moved slowly...

But just as he was about to stab the knife in his neck, suddenly a voice of surprise sounded in his ears: "General, general, look." "The sound of excitement instantly reached everyone's ears and everyone's heart, and everyone's eyes had to move with his voice and move with his excitement." It's reinforcements, general, that's our reinforcements. His voice was hoarse, accompanied by deep sobs. And these sobs, as if everyone's heart, no one will laugh at him, everyone just wants to forget this voice, I hope not to mention it again...

Looking at the cluster of firelight, seeing the almost excited smiles under the firelight, looking at every face in the firelight, and then at the sword in their hands—a sword that shimmered with cold light. The corners of Lu Xiaofeng's mouth slightly hooked an arc, and a very playful gaze suddenly shot out of his eyes, cutting through the night breeze and sending it to the eyes of the firelight. It was a smile that made almost Bula uncomfortable, even madly angry, and a playful gaze that made him a little ashamed and angry.

I almost heard Lu Xiaofeng's words in the wind, "Defeat Kou Mo chase, go back to the camp with me to celebrate." With the joy of hearing the chasers, he finally couldn't bear the anger in his heart, and suddenly swung his long whip, which fell heavily on the horse's back, and a sharp roar broke out from his mouth, and the scimitar in his hand seemed to be difficult to be quiet, wanting to drink the blood of the enemy in front of him. The healthy horse was in pain, and opened his hooves, about to look at the cluster of fire that was slowly moving and gradually disappearing. But the horse struggled for a long time, but could not move a single bit. An iron palm held it down, so that no matter how strong he was, he couldn't move a single bit.

Almost puzzled, he looked at the owner of the hand, and heard the sound coming from his mouth, "General Mandula has an order, don't pursue them, let them go." And we must leave this place too. Mandula is still waiting for the general in the army..." The horse under his crotch had already spread its hooves and was speeding away. Almost slowly moved his gaze, looking at the place where Lu Xiaofeng disappeared, wanting to vent the anger in his heart, but only let out a sigh of hatred; Turning the horse's head, with the thick resentment in his heart, cursed words, he looked at the camp of Mandula and left...

The moment I almost stepped into the barracks, I already felt a trace of uneasiness in my heart, but I couldn't tell which uneasiness it was. It wasn't until he lifted the curtain of the Mandula tent and saw a man covered in blood in the tent that he finally found out why he was so uneasy. How could the man covered in blood not know him? Listening to his words, it seemed like a tiny steel needle, deeply inserted in the heart of the almost, "General Ye Su said that he had failed to trust the general and failed to find out the truth of the enemy army for the general; And he had no shame to face the general, and he was unwilling to live up to the general's trust, so he led his subordinates to stand with the enemy general and the Baturu department; There were too many enemies to win, and General Yesola, unwilling to survive, led his troops to annihilate, and I was the only one who survived the blood of General Yesura. Don't dare to live up to the trust of General Yesura, and completely tell the general what he entrusted with his deathbed... The answer is like a leaf in the wind, hovering constantly, circulating in the wind, but never falling into the palm of your hand...

Mandula seemed to know the words of the man's heart, and after he had completely told Mandula what he had entrusted him, he suddenly pulled out a short blade from his waist and stabbed it at his chest. If it weren't for Mandula, who knew that he had this intention, he shot like the wind and shot down the short blade in his hand in an instant, I was afraid that no one would be able to save him at this time. Looking at the painful look on his face, Mandula said slowly, "I know the pain in your heart, and I can fully understand your state of mind at this time. With a roll of his eyes, he said with a strong affection, "But you can't just die." Your life at this time no longer belongs to you, it is no longer yours alone, but to everyone in the Yesura. You should live, live with this glory, and you must live now, for them to live, to live with their hope and trust..."

Mandula looked at the back of him slowly walking out of the big tent, he knew that he would definitely live well, and he firmly believed that he would create a brilliant one, which belonged to all the people of the Yasolabu. Gradually, he withdrew his gaze, only glanced at it faintly, and then withdrew his gaze and looked at the other generals who were seated. He didn't have to ask if it was almost the same, that glance was already the answer.

Mandula slowly walked to the tiger skin chair and sat down slowly. Looking around at the generals, an excited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he finally spoke, "The third watch makes rice, and the fourth watch sets off." Wave the army and go straight to Jizhou, and Jizhou must be held in the hands of our army within three days..."

"General, according to the last general's humble opinion, the main force of the enemy army must be in Jizhou at this time, and Baturu must be empty, I think Baturu should be attacked, not Jizhou."

Mandula looked at the man and smiled, "Otherwise, the main force of the enemy army will definitely be in Baturu." Looking at the generals' somewhat puzzled eyes, he said slowly, "Baturu is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there are many mountains, which is suitable for hiding soldiers, and it is more suitable for ambushing soldiers." The enemy's commander-in-chief, Li Muqi, was treacherous and scheming, and he did this just to let us know that the main force was in Jizhou and not in Baturu. However, this is just his trick, how can such a subplot hide from me? Baturu could not hold out, not because the enemy was not numerous, but because he was tempting the enemy, trying to make us feel that the soldiers there were empty, and lure our army away; And the onslaught of Jizhou and me, not so that our army has a moment of rest, as if to show off his strength, and in this way, it just exposes the weakness of the enemy army, so that I know that the main force of the enemy army will never be there. And the capture of Jizhou will definitely be dusk five days later. ”

Mandula's words seemed to be a prophecy, and at dusk five days later, as he had said, made the generals who doubted his words at this time. I deeply admired his resourcefulness.

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