Carefully comprehending the mystery, I feel that many of the doubts I had about the stolen marksmanship were suddenly solved. Yi Wei is secretly happy, tomorrow morning, she will go to steal the division again, and she will master this set of marksmanship by seven or eight points.

The next day, as usual, the whole row set out before dawn, insisting on running in the morning, Yi Wei quietly went around behind the poplar tree after two laps, and saw Lai Zhande in the poplar road again, Yi Wei sighed softly, she had not been found.

Some new discoveries have made a scarecrow on the poplar road, which is estimated to be an imaginary enemy for today's practice of the "cold-faced silver gun".

Lai Zhande seems to have been practicing for a while and is resting. Yi Wei felt a little sorry, she had to supervise the morning of the tiger every day, and she couldn't get up earlier than now, and missed the previous paragraph. But fortunately, after Yi Wei hid for a while, Lai Zhande picked up the silver gun and started a new round of practice.

The one I am practicing now is not the same as what I practiced yesterday.

Yi Wei was dumbfounded for a moment, but he didn't have the heart to think about it, and seriously put all his attention on memory, and suddenly heard Lai Zhande read: "The first style: galloping." I saw that the silver spear in Lai Zhande's hand was carried by him quickly, straight forward, moving with his body, the gun hit all directions, the instantaneous body transfer cooperated with the point of the silver spear, so that Yi Wei was dazzled, this style was completed, Yi Wei was directly covered there, this, this, she didn't even remember a move now, she was anxious at the moment, but saw that the "cold face silver gun" was practiced again, Yi Wei was so anxious that he wanted to stop, and found that he was in a pull, and suddenly realized that he was stealing the teacher, and hurriedly swallowed his own voice, Calm down and look at the next move of the "cold face silver gun", and suddenly said softly, "Huh", what Lai Zhande is practicing now is the trick "galloping" just now, but obviously, the speed has become very slow, and every move can be seen very precisely, Yi Wei is very happy, and he is very hard to write down the operation of each move, and he is thinking about it, and suddenly he saw Lai Zhande quickly practicing this set of marksmanship, which is even faster than the first time, the whole set of actions is as fast as it is fierce, and the figure is so fast that it is difficult to distinguish. The marksmanship has been proficient to the realm, and the last one is picked up, and the grass pierced by the straw man in front of him is actually flying from root to root, and the soft grass is as hard as a long needle, and in the flying, part of the straw goes straight through the poplar leaves.

Yi Wei, who was dumbfounded, watched this scene until Lai Zhande was far away, and he still couldn't move for a long time. Picking the poplar leaf with straw, Yiwei's hand began to tremble, and the gun was transported to the extreme.

In the past three months, the siege of the city has not stopped, all the way is like a broken bamboo, the defeat of the Mang Zhuo soldiers all the way, the chaos and panic of the Mang Zhuo court and the field, the main hall of the council is waiting for the court all day long, the Emperor Zhuo Zhuo does not leave the seat of Jiao sitting on the throne, the ministers do not return home for a few months, there are constantly teleporters to send the latest battle report, but they are all defeated or ask for help, the latest battle report is presented by the exhausted intelligence soldiers, the eunuch of the master of ceremonies read out loud with a hoarse voice: "The city is defeated, the soldiers will be 80,000, the city of Yao Majesty will be defeated, the soldiers will be 100,000, ...... the defeat of Qiancheng," the eunuch's voice began to tremble, and he glanced at the pale-faced emperor, "The general who defends the city, the prince, the pawn, the soldiers and generals are all annihilated, and the ...... is 500,000." ”

The ministers standing in the court hall all panicked and beaked in disbelief, Zhuo Junben's face was instantly white, with a look of disbelief, he stood up straight, grabbed the information, and got up by himself, the last line: "Pan has slaughtered the four cities, and now the soldiers are ...... under the capital of Mang." ”

Standing stiffly on the spot, the paper soldier slipped from his hand in mid-air, and slowly floated to the ground where the light was visible.

How so? How could it be! Even the thousand cities garrisoned by the prince himself were conquered, and Zhuo Jun was even more sad about the death of his prince on the battlefield when he was shocked by the tragic annihilation of the 500,000 soldiers. Mangzhuo and Pan have fought each other for generations, after thousands of battles of all sizes, the Pan army is strong, Mangzhuo is tenacious, and Mangzhuo and Pan are also half of the victory and defeat, the two countries have been in place for hundreds of years, how could he never have thought that he Mangzhuo in this battle, the defeat is like a mountain, the former strong lion style of the Mangzhuo army will collapse, the city has been repeatedly defeated, and the people have been slaughtered tens of millions of .......

Looking at the government and the opposition, those ministers who are calm and relaxed on weekdays, arguing like a river, are all drooping their heads at this time, all at a loss, Jun Zhuo laughed at himself, what can he expect? Looking forward to a miracle from the sky? Zhuo Jun collapsed his shoulders, reckless Zhuo, I am afraid that he will not be able to return to the sky.

A minister at the bottom stomped his feet and said: "I said earlier that I would cut the land and settle the people, and look at the current ......." ”

"I said that it was long overdue to recruit men from all over the country, to overwhelm the enemy with strength, and that there would be no one who would fall into this field......." There will be a shake of the head and a sigh.

"Mangdu, who is stationed there?" Zhuo Jun asked weakly.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

"Who?" Roared, what kind of courtiers are these people?

No one answered because they were afraid of picking themselves at this time, and if they did, they would have to carry the life and death of the entire country.

Zhuo Jun's laughter suddenly broke out in the main hall, and he kept laughing, laughing until his voice was hoarse and could only make a "quack" sound, laughing and slumping down on the steps of the chair, laughing until tears covered Zhuo Jun's face, even this question, no one responded, what else could he expect from Mang Zhuo? Hundreds of years of foundation, only three months, to destroy this, tears in the hazy, a group of useless ministers looked at each other, Zhuo Jun completely understood, Mang Zhuo has this calamity, not completely providential, in fact, he does not know people clearly, and the use of people is not fine!

Youzhang touched his tears, opened his misty eyes, and a beautiful and white face came into view, "Father! ”

"Bing'er~~!"

"Yes!" Zhuo Bing's face was full of worry, "Father, the defense of the city in Mangdu is a salary!" ”

"Oh? Beigong salary? "His quasi-son-in-law, Bing'er's quasi-attached horse.

"Father, the sons beg you, let the sons and daughters defend the city with the salary, and the sons swear to be with the city, or ...... with the king." Zhuo Jun saw his daughter's face of determination, he was a big country, and finally fell to the point that even his daughter had to be pushed out to defend the city, and glanced at His Royal Highness's ministers, those who used to be so-called one person under ten thousand people, full of hearts for the world, ministers with thin ambitions, he has always thought that there are outstanding talents with great talents, and they don't even have the courage to contact his gaze, the country is dying, and they have not yet turned against him to seek glory, which can probably be regarded as a kind of loyalty.

Waving his hand and tilting his head to the side, Zhuo Jun said weakly: "Let's go, you go!" ”。 Now, as the king of a country, he has no right to refuse anyone's request, the crown prince has died, the princess has asked for his life, and his Zhuo family's contribution to Mangzhuo is left to dedicate this last bit of strength......

After nine knocks, Zhuo Bing strutted in front of the group of ministers who were called the pillars of the country, left the Mangzhuo Palace, stepped down the white jade staircase carved with dragons and phoenixes, and passed through the large square sprinkled with the sunset, and when he was about to step out of the first palace gate, Zhuo Bing looked back at the majestic palace, the whole palace was immersed in blood, and the breath of death spread out from the center of the entire palace.......

Zhuo Bing, who was dressed in heavy armor, appeared on the tower of Mangdu City, and beside her was her prospective husband Beigong Xin, who had been married by appointment.

"The enemy general is Ji Jiu, the general of Pan Weiwu, with 350,000 troops, stationed ten miles outside the city of Mangdu, and the day before yesterday Ji Jiu personally led 200,000 troops, launched the first attack, it is estimated that the enemy will lose 10,000, and our side will not be damaged." Beigong Xin introduced the battle situation to Zhuo Bing

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