"Madame, no one will know our whereabouts. Duanmu Shan repeatedly assured Murong Ke.

He looked at Bu Yangfei again, "I dare to guarantee my life, my archers did not let any of the birds fly back." We met a few of their scouts, and none of them could go back to report the news. Maybe they should send more people. All in all, the people of the Qingqiu family don't know our whereabouts. ”

Murong Ke nodded. Once the implementation army crossed the river and entered the southern border, the secret march was no longer important, and even if Qingqiu's spiritual power woke up, I am afraid that it would have to fight to the death with the army led by Tai Shi'an that they left behind.

Murong Ke silently prayed for Tai Shi'an in his heart: No one expects you to win, just save your life.

"What is the size of Qingqiu Youyong's troops?" asked Bu Yangfei.

"A total of fifteen thousand infantry, divided into three camps, scattered around the city of Wanghai, separated by a river. There were about three thousand cavalry. Duanmushan said.

"It should be so," Murong Ke nodded in agreement. No one here is more familiar with the terrain of Wanghai City than her, "If you want to surround Wanghai City, it is only the only way, but this is also their fatal wound, and the troops cannot be quickly assembled." ”

"The Dragon Slayer is nearly three times as strong as ours. Bu Yangfei said.

"That's a good word," said Lord Yuwencheng, "but we have the same.

"He didn't know we were coming, and we knew he was there. The old lord Yu Wencheng said with confidence.

Entering the southern border and continuing southward, Murong Ke found a familiar taste of his hometown, and good news followed.

When the army of the Northern Underworld bypassed the source of the Blue Sea River and turned around and galloped south, Nalan Gangfeng waved the colorful deer flag from Kangcheng to join the army first.

Later, where the Northern Wolves War Group passed, when people heard that this army was coming to guard the southern border, and the leader was Murong Ke, the little county lord who had left Wanghai City for eighteen years, the crowd was excited!

Murong Ke and Bu Yangfei's forces expanded rapidly.

One man after another, one Southland family after another, joined their ranks. These include mercenary knights, petty princes, stragglers who have lost their masters, and hot-blooded farmers.

After being defeated by Qingqiu Youyong under Wanghai City, the people who fled in all directions regathered under the wolf battle flag.

The army did everything they could, urging their horses forward, and came here before Qingqiu Youyong received the news.

Now, the decisive moment has come.

Murong Ke watched his son get on the horse, and Yuwen Guang, the son of Lord Yuwen Cheng, held the reins for him.

Yu Wenguang is two years older than Bu Yangfei, but in comparison, he is childish and lives like he is five years younger, and his face is excited and uneasy. He tied his shield and handed over his helmet.

Bu Yang Fei lowered his mask, covered the face that Murong Ke loved so much, and transformed into a tall and heroic young knight, sitting on a gray horse.

The woods were too dark for the moonlight to reach, so when Bu Yangfei turned to look at his mother, under the mask, she saw nothing but darkness.

"Mother, I have to go to the front. Bu Yangfei told his mother, "My father taught me that the more critical the moment, the more I should let my subordinates see that the leader is with them. ”

"Go," she said, "I won't go anywhere until I see you." ”

"I'm going to give them courage. Bu Yangfei said.

Bu Yang Fei turned the big gray horse and slowly walked away from her, the north wind accompanying him like a shadow, and his personal guards followed.

Who will give me the courage? Murong Ke asked himself. However, she remained silent and forced herself to say goodbye to her son with a smile.

Many of the vassals of the Northern Underworld and their heirs fought for the glory of fighting alongside the Young Wolf Lord, the new title they had given their son. So when Murong Ke turned down his son's many guards, those who were denied the ability to continue the battle were elated, while those who were left behind complained again and again, and Murong Ke ignored their complaints.

According to the results of the final bargaining, Murong Ke left thirty people by his side. There is even a woman among them, Akamatsu Yue, the only daughter of the patriarch of the Akamatsu family, Akamatsu Yang, who is also the heir of the family. The woman was slender and six feet tall, and the other girls were still playing with rag dolls, and her toy was a meteor hammer.

At the moment of life and death, Murong Ke thought to himself, are these thirty people enough? Is the six thousand people here enough?

There was a faint birdsong in the distance, a high-pitched and sharp trill, like a cold hand, across the back of Murong Ke's neck.

Another bird chirped, followed by a third, and then a fourth.

It's the birdsong of the Grim Reaper. After so many years in the Northern Underworld City, Murong Ke has long been very familiar with it. In the deep snow of winter, when the snow forest is white and silent, you can see their traces. They are the birds of the north.

Use the birdsong of the north to convey a message that only northerners can understand.

They're here, Murong Ke thought to himself.

"Madame, here they are. Akamatsu whispered softly.

Murong Ke nodded, the surrounding woods quieted down, and in the silence all around, he could hear their voices, although the distance was far away, they were rapidly approaching: the sound of thousands of horses galloping, the exchange of swords, guns and armor, the muttering of warriors, and the sound of laughter and scolding.

The voices grew louder and louder, she heard more laughter and scolding, someone giving orders, and the water splashed as she crossed the stream. A horse is grunting. A certain man was cursing.

In the end, Murong Ke saw him, although it was only for a moment, although she only looked at the bottom of the valley through the cracks in the forest, but she knew that it must be him. Even at such a distance, the figure of the "Dragon Slayer" Qingqiu Youyong was still clearly recognizable, his black hair and silver armor were dyed silver white by the moonlight, and his cyan cloak became black. He didn't wear a helmet.

He appeared suddenly, then quickly disappeared, his silver armor obscured by the trees again. He was followed by a long procession of knights, guards, commanders, and about three-quarters of the total number of cavalry of the Qingqiu family.

On the first day he joined the army, Nalan Gangfeng made a statement to Murong Ke and Bu Yangfei. "Qingqiu Youyong is a brave man, and he will never stay in the tent honestly, waiting for the carpenter to build a siege ladder. "Nalan Gangfeng has just suffered a lot, and assures the leaders from the north, "So far, Qingqiu Youyong has led the cavalry to attack three times, chasing the scattered southern princes or storming the recalcitrant manors. ”

So Bu Yangfei nodded, carefully studying the map of the southern border. Bu Yangchen had taught him to be familiar with maps.

"You're attacking him here," Bu Yangfei pointed to the map and said to Nalan Gangfeng, "just bring two or three hundred people, and fly your own colorful deer flag." Only defeat, and then you flee here—" his finger moved an inch to the left, "we're in ambush here." ”

The "here" that the son was referring to was immersed in the silence of the night. The moonlight is light, shadows float, the ground is covered with thick fallen leaves, the ridges are densely forested, and the hills descend slowly to the riverbed. The lower the terrain, the more sparse the trees become.

"Here," her son sat on his horse, looking back at her for the last time, and saluted with his sword raised.

"Here", Akamatsu Yang played a long, low horn, and blasted down from the east side, blasting into the river valley, informing the entire mountain forest that the wolf warriors had all entered the trap.

The north wind howled high in the moonlight, resounding through the valley.

How have southerners ever heard such a terrifying sound?

The wolf's howl seemed to penetrate Murong Ke directly, and she found herself trembling all over. It's a terrifying sound, a terrifying sound, but there is a rhythm in it.

For a moment, Murong Ke actually felt a trace of pity for the Qingqiu Legion in the river valley. That's the sound of death, she thought.

Whoop Woo Woo Woo - The trumpet of Duanmu Mountain came from the opposite ridge, and the east and west sides, the armies of the lords who were in ambush from all directions also sounded their horns in response.

Nalan Gangfeng's small force, which only had a few hundred people fleeing in camouflage all the way and introduced the Qingqiu Army into the encirclement, actually responded with a trumpet, ready to fight again.

And at the extremely narrow north mouth of the river valley, like a bent elbow turning direction, the battle horn of Lord Yuwen Cheng came from there, low and deep, full of mourning of the dead, joining this dark chorus.

In the ravine below, the enemy shouted and the horses kicked their front hooves.

The archers who were ordered to fly in the branches rained down with arrows.

In the darkness, this is the arrow of death that cannot be seen or dodged, and mortals can only entrust their fate to the protection of the gods.

It was as if the Whispering Forest exhaled the breath that had been pressed for a long time, and a wave of arrows fell, and the whole night was suddenly filled with the wailing of people and horses.

Murong Ke looked around, and the warriors raised their swords and spears one after another, removing the dirt and leaves used to hide the reflection, revealing the extremely sharp and cruel sharp blades.

"The strong are self-reliant!" When the second wave of arrow rain fell, Murong Ke heard Bu Yangfei shouting out the motto of the Buyang family.

Bu Yang Fei rode out from a hidden height, and led his men to swoop down towards the river valley.

Murong Ke sat quietly on his horse, motionless.

Thirty personal gauntlets stood around her, and she just waited. Just like waiting for his father's triumph when he was young, waiting for his return after getting married. And now, she is waiting for her son.

Murong Ke was placed on a high ridge, and the woods almost completely shaded the battle below. Her heart was beating wildly, once, twice, four times, and suddenly, only she and her guards were left in the forest, and the rest melted into the boundless green.

However, when she raised her eyes and looked at the ridge on the other side of the river valley, she saw the cavalry of Duanmu Mountain emerging from behind the dark shadows of the dense forest, forming an endless long horizontal formation, and began to charge.

When they galloped out of the woods, at the moment of breathing, Murong Ke saw the moonlight sprinkled down like a thousand fireflies wrapped in silver flames, rushing down the mountain.

Murong Ke blinked. They were warriors who swooped down towards the valley and either killed or killed.

Although Murong Ke couldn't Xuancheng witness the battle in person, he could at least say that he had heard the whole thing.

The valley reverberated with the crisp sound of swords, the crackle of broken spears, the tragic songs of people howling and neighing, and the proverbs and slogans of various families......

When she understood that it was useless to open her eyes, Murong Ke had no choice but to close her eyes and listen. She heard the hooves of horses rushing, the muddy water splashing of iron boots, the dull sound of swords splitting shields, the friction of steel clashing, the whizzing of bows and arrows, and the thundering of war drums.

People cursed loudly, begged for mercy, or were spared death, or were doomed, some survived, others died in the valley.

The valley seemed to give Murong Ke auditory hallucinations. She heard the sound of the Swift Fly, as clear as the cry in her ear, "Follow me, follow me!" and then she heard the snow wolf roar in the north wind, its sharp teeth tearing at the flesh, and the centaur let out a cry of pain full of fear.

Is this really just a wolf? It's like a monster coming down to the world.

The voice grew weaker until it died down, and at last only the wolf howled.

A few rays of red dawn tentatively revealed the east, and the north wind howled in the sky.

When he returned, he was not riding the original gray horse, but a big brown horse. The wolf's head on his shield was almost chopped to pieces, and deep marks were carved into the board, but he seemed to be unharmed.

However, when he approached, Murong Ke found that his chain mail gloves and outer sleeves were all covered in black blood. "Are you hurt?" she asked uneasily.

Bu Yangfei stretched out his hand and shook his fingers. "I'm fine," he said, "this ...... It's not my blood, maybe it's ......," he shook his head. "I don't know. ”

A large crowd followed him up the slope, all dirty, their armor dented, but laughing and laughing.

Duanmushan and Yuwenguang took the lead, and the two dragged Qingqiu Youyong left and right. They pushed him in front of Murong Ke's mount. "King Slayer? Duanmushan let go of him, laughed out loud, and then stomped on his calf from behind, causing him to fall to his knees.

Qingqiu Youyong raised his head. "Madame Buyan," he said on his knees, a wound on his head, blood running down one cheek, and the pale morning sun shining down his face. "I'd love to serve you, but I don't know where my sword went?"

"I don't care about your service, let alone your life or death. Murong Ke told him, "What I want is my Murong family's clansmen and my husband and daughter in Guangming City." ”

"I'm afraid I don't know where they've gone. ”

"Then you have only one way to die, and my son will become the one who slaughters the 'King Butcher'. ”

"Kill him, young wolf lord. Duanmushan shouted, "cut off his head." ”

"No," Bu Yangfei replied, taking off his blood-stained gloves. "It was more useful for him to live, and besides, my father would never kill a prisoner after a war. ”

"Your father is wise," said Aiogaoka, "and he is a man." ”

"Take him away and put him in shackles. Murong Ke said.

"Do as my mother says," Bu Yangfei ordered, "and besides, be sure to send more people to guard them tightly." Be careful of Lord Nalan Gangfeng, he can't wait to stick this guy's head on the tip of the gun right now. ”

The crowd laughed.

"Yes, my lord. Duanmu Shan gestured to several of his subordinates, and Qingqiu Youyong was taken down, bandaged his wounds and put on shackles.

"Why does Lord Nalan Gangfeng want to kill him?" asked Murong Ke.

Bu Yangfei turned his head to look at the forest, and his eyes showed Bu Yangchen's usual melancholy atmosphere, "He...... Kill them......"

"The two younger brothers of Lord Nalan Gangfeng. Duanmushan explained.

"Both died at his hands," Bu Yangfei said.

"No one can deny the courage of Qingqiu's brave men," Duanmushan said, "Seeing that the general situation was gone, he frantically led the last of his men all the way to the river valley, trying to rush to the side of the young wolf lord and cut him down, and he almost succeeded." ”

"He didn't know where his sword went...... His sword first severed the hands of one of the knights, split the heads of two infantrymen, and then forgot it on the neck of the last brother of the Lord of Nalan Steelblade. Bu Yangfei said, "From the moment he charged until he was captured, he kept chanting my name, if it weren't for the joint efforts of everyone to stop him......"

"Thank you!" Murong Ke thanked everyone. "Otherwise, I would be mourning now. ”

Murong Ke then looked at his son and said, "Fei'er, your subordinates have fulfilled their sworn duty, and they are brave and fearless to protect their feudal lords, and there are also many warriors who have died in battle. You can mourn for them and commend them for their bravery, but not now, you don't have time to grieve. We've cut off the head of the snake, but three-quarters of the snake is still wrapped around your grandfather's Wanghai City. We have won the war, but we have not won it. ”

"But what a glorious battle!" Duanmu Shan said excitedly, "Madam, since the Moyi family conquered the Seven Kingdoms a thousand years ago, there has never been such a wonderful battle in the kingdom. I swear that for every ten deaths on the Qingqiu family's side, we only die one. We have captured nearly a hundred knights, more than a dozen Qingqiu vassals, in addition to the king butcher Qingqiu Youyong, there are also a lot of messy big and small foxes, it's really messy. ”

"What about Qingqiu's spiritual power?" Murong Ke interrupted him. "Duanmu Mountain, tell me, may I ask if there are these two people in the mess you caught?"

"This ...... No, ma'am. Duanmu Shan replied, his head dripping with sweat under Murong Ke's stern gaze.

"As long as you haven't caught Qingqiu's spiritual power, the war won't end. ”

Bu Yangfei lifted his head and used his hands to remove the messy hair from his forehead. "Mother is right, the battle of Wanghai City is still waiting for us. ”

Many years ago, Murong Ke once took his infant back to his parents' house. At that time, she left the North Underworld City, crossed the Canglang River in a small boat, and went south to Wanghai City.

When I think about it now, it seems like it happened thousands of years ago. Now, they have also crossed the Canglang River and returned home.

However, the infant has grown into a brave warrior in armor and a sword.

Paddled up and down, Bu Yangfei and Beifeng sat in the bow of the ship, he put his hand on the head of the snow wolf, Duanmu Mountain accompanied him, and Lord Nalan Gangfeng sat on the second boat behind, along with the other vassal princes of the northern realm.

Murong Ke sat at the stern of the first boat, and they sailed down the river, letting the strong current of the Canglang River carry them past the tall waterwheel tower. The huge waterwheel in the tower was turning, the sound of water was loud, and all kinds of childhood memories brought a sad smile on the corner of Murong Ke's mouth.

On the castles along the way, soldiers and civilians lined up on the sandstone city walls, people chanted the names of their mothers and sons, and the banner of the blue sea fierce shark of the Murong family in the south fluttered high in the wind.

It was an exciting scene, but Murong Ke's heart couldn't be happy, and she wondered if she could feel joy in her life anymore.

Hey, my husband, how are you?

The speed of Murong Ke's southward war horse and warship was too fast, faster than the speed of the spread of the news.

At this time, she was still crying out deeply in her heart: Bu Yangchen, do you see it, I am fighting for you, your son is fighting for you, and the whole north is fighting for you.

So, you have to live well.

All she answered was the whistling of the wind under the interception of the sails.