The potter was stunned for a moment, looked back, and sure enough, he saw Mulan standing there, looking at the two of them with a meaningful sneer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ahem, Madam is back, how are the soldiers doing?" The potter asked calmly and with a smile.

Hua Mulan walked in, "The morale of the soldiers is very strong, and they will be able to protect the safety of their husbands when they go out with me tomorrow." ”

"That's good."

The potter nodded, but took Mulan's hand up, "Mulan, it's not as difficult as before, you are also the body of the master's mother, I don't think you need to go into battle in person this time." ”

On Mulan's cold face, the pride of a heroine immediately appeared, "Mulan doesn't want to be that kind of arrogant lady, it is Mulan's style to go into battle to kill the enemy." ”

"I know, but that was before, and now your identity is different after all." The potter smiled and persuaded Mulan: "I have to go to the battlefield no matter what, without my protection by your side, what if there is a mistake, no, I must be by your side and protect you at all times." ”

The potter had no choice, so he had to smile helplessly: "Okay, I promise you for my husband, but you only protect me, don't rush up and shout and kill when you are excited." ”

Seeing her husband's promise, Hua Mulan smiled happily, was excited for a while, stood on tiptoe and kissed him deeply on the face.

When Gan Mei saw this scene, her heart suddenly pounded, and she felt that she was standing here again, and she seemed quite embarrassed, so she hurriedly said: "Mei'er won't disturb the son and his wife to rest, Mei'er will retire." ”

With that, she bowed and closed the curtain.

In the brightly lit tent, only the potter and the husband and wife Mulan.

The potter was stirred by Ganmei, and now Ganmei is gone, and then he looks at his wife, but he sees that her pretty face is full of mature charm, and there is an unbearable throbbing in this dim light.

The big war is coming, and before the blood-stained battlefield, it's not bad to relax and travel light.

The idea of "evil" grew, and the corner of the potter's mouth raised a wicked smile, and he picked her up while Mulan was not paying attention.

"Husband, what are you going to do, this is the big tent of the Chinese army, and you dare to come nonsense." Hua Mulan's face suddenly dizzy, and she said shyly.

The potter's face was evil, and he smiled: "The husband is going to the battlefield tomorrow, and I am very nervous in my heart, madam, you can be merciful, let the husband relax and relax, hehe......"

"Husband, um~~" Mulan wanted to refuse to return the leave, and pretended to struggle a few times, but she was still carried by the potter to the inner account.

The sound soon quietly overflowed from the crack in the curtain.

Ganmei outside the tent hadn't gone far, and when she heard the sound inside, she couldn't help but feel a little jealousy between her eyebrows, her face was even more red and hot, and her body was hot, so she had to leave in a panic.

A night of greedy joy, at the end of the day, the potter is already glorious.

Before I knew it, the east was already clouded and white.

This time is the time when people are the most sleepy, and it is also the time when they sleep the deepest, and the potter is to launch a fatal blow to Liu Bei's camp at this time.

After Mulan waited for the potter to get dressed, she went out of the tent first to order the pro-army to line up and prepare for departure.

The potter's eyes were full of fierce murderous intent, and he slowly walked out of the tent with his sword, but he saw that in the camp, hundreds of soldiers had already rushed out of the tent, silently going to the designated location to assemble, and in the dark night, it was like a ghost army, silently brewing a killing machine.

The potter took a long breath, and he could feel the long-suppressed anger in his chest, and he couldn't wait to erupt.

Since he was exiled to Haixi, he has been persecuted by Liu Bei's calculations several times, which can be described as full of dangers, and he has already been holding back the fire in his belly.

Today, he is going to use a decisive victory to completely liquidate all kinds of things Liu Bei has done to him.

"Childe, there are no eyes on the battlefield, you must be careful." Gamme reappeared, and she took the potter's helmet from the tent, stood on tiptoe, and put it on for him.

Although the armor was worn by the main mother Hua Mulan for the potter, Gan Mei was still not at ease, and rechecked his armor again, for fear that something would happen to him on the battlefield.

The potter could see that the strange woman in front of him was caring for herself from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't worry, Childe, I'm blessed by God, it's okay." The potter smiled confidently and calmly.

"Anyway, Childe still can't be careless." But Gan Mei was worried.

The potter was about to comfort her a few more words, but a voice came from behind him: "With me, your son-in-law will be fine, whoever dares to hurt a single hair, I will break him into thousands of pieces." ”

The woman's voice has a kind of man's heroism, and the potter doesn't have to guess to know that it is his wife Mulan.

Looking back, sure enough, I saw Mulan riding a horse, holding a silver spear, and a red cloak like fire hunting and flying behind her, lining her like a blooming fire lotus.

When Gan Mei saw Mulan, she couldn't help but think of the glamorous voices of men and women she heard outside the tent a few hours ago, and suddenly felt ashamed, and a trace of faintness quietly swept up on her face, so she could only bow and reply with a low "madam".

"Mei'er, with the protection of your mother, I will be fine, son, you can prepare your Ganjia wine in the tent, and wait for me to come back and drink it." After that, without further words, the potter turned over and rode towards the camp gate.

Mulan glanced at Ganmei, there was no jealousy in her eyes, as if to hint at her reassurance, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd with the potter.

"I hope that God will bless the son, be able to win the battle, and return safely......" Gan Mei clasped her hands and interlocked her fingers, silently praying for the potter's favor.

Before dawn, the six thousand Tao family troops were assembled, and the solemn military spirit seemed to pierce the dim sky and kill a dawn.

Glancing at the slaughtering soldiers, and then looking up at the east, the potter pointed his horsewhip and shouted: "The whole army is leaving!" ”

The camp gate opened suddenly, and the potter rode his horse and held his sword, and was the first to run out of the camp.

The 6,000 enthusiastic Taojia soldiers behind him, with a heart of meritorious service, drove out of the camp in an orderly manner, and according to the prior deployment, with Zang Ba, Lian Po and other main generals, they were divided into three roads, and under the cover of the unknown sky, they rushed towards the camp of Liu Jun not far away.

Half an hour later, the potter stood proudly like a green pine, stationed more than 200 steps away from the enemy camp, and stared at the reality of the enemy camp with eagle eyes.

The main army of 2,000 infantry cavalry stood silently, and at the same time, the remaining 4,000 soldiers and horses, under the leadership of Zang Ba and Lian Po, arrived at the designated position.

In front of the military formation, the bare-chested Fan Xu, with a pig-killing knife in his hand, with a hideous face, commanded five hundred sword and shield hands, and was already ready to act as a sharp knife dead soldier to break through the enemy camp.

Standing quietly for a long time, estimating the rest of the seven soldiers and horses, the potter drew his sword in his hand and shouted: "Light a fire for me!" ”

When the order was passed, the soldiers who had already prepared quickly lit three piles of wolf smoke horn fires, and in a moment, three fires rose into the sky, and they could be seen within a radius of more than ten miles.

"Kill Liu Bei, take Xuzhou, my pottery merchant and you share the wealth, kill me!" The potter's long sword pointed forward, and he roared sharply, "Kill Liu Bei-"

"Take Xuzhou-"

Amidst the thunderous shouts, the ghostly legions roared into formation, like a black and oppressive hellish frenzy, surging towards the quiet enemy camp.

The offensive begins.