An Ning was dumbfounded when he heard this, Yang Zheming took a sip of hot water and said softly: "But these are just legends." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He looked at her: "I remember, you once saved the children of the Li family?" ”

An Ning nodded: "Yes, a girl and a boy." She frowned and finally asked the question in her mind: "How do you know this?" Even if he had memories of his past life, he shouldn't be like a god. Yang Zheming coughed, and asked instead of answering: "Do you remember that you promised me three things?" ”

An Ning raised her eyebrows: "What do you want?" Money or power? Yang Zheming just wanted to speak, but suddenly reached out and pressed her neck violently and lowered her body, and a sharp whistling sound came from the air.

An Ning's face was pressed against the cold grass, and she heard the arrows whistling on the ground in her ears, Yang Zheming pressed against her tightly, the sound of sharp weapons entering the flesh, and some people screamed and ran.

The Black Hawk ran up to them in a few steps and escorted them to the tent. Arrows rained down from the darkness, and An Ning could hear General Bu shouting, "There are enemy troops coming, defend!" Qingyan and Liu Niang were not by her side, surrounded by panicked crowds and screams.

Yang Zheming pulled An Ning and hid behind the tent, and heard a cavalry shouting and running in the distance, and the sound of horses' hooves shook the earth, like a cavalry of thousands of people.

It's going to be a tough battle.

"It's a Westerner!" General Bu shouted: "Defense, shield." ”

How could the Western Turks have crossed Beijung to such a far place?

An Ning and Yang Zheming glanced at each other, and they thought in their hearts that they had passed the secret trade route.

The secret trade is only known to a few people in the Beirong royal family, and the third prince is dead, who told the Western Turks?

The Western Turks rode in, waving their broadswords, holding torches, and cutting off the head of a Beirong man who ran in the wrong direction. They set the tent on fire, and the camp was in flames.

General Bu gave a sharp order: "Put out the fire and cut off their horses' legs." ”

Black Hawk whispered, "They should want to rob the Beijung Mission. "The Beijung mission carried a large amount of gold and treasure, as well as credentials handed over to Daliang. If the envoy dies here, the national letter is destroyed, and the peace between the Beirong and Daliang people will no longer exist.

The credentials were sent to the Jin capital to be handed over to the Great Liang Emperor, and it would take a month at the earliest. That's why Su An didn't wait for Da Liang's reply, and simply handed over Su Ling to her first, hoping that Emperor Da Liang could believe in his sincerity and send someone to support him as soon as possible.

Even if there is a case, Su Ling is at least safe in Daliang.

If something happens to the mission here, it will be even more impossible for Daliang to aid Beirong. Beijon will only be mired in extremely passive civil strife.

The King of Beirong and Queen Beirong, General Bu and Yang Zheming, more than anyone else, hoped that the mission would reach Daliang safely.

Who else, who else knows the way of trade and reveals it to the Westerners?

"It's Su He." An Ning gritted his teeth and said, "It's him, he must be here." ”

She suddenly turned around and ran out, a red figure chased her closely, Yang Zheming looked back at the black eagle, and a trace of anger crossed his eyes: "Find Su He and let him get out of here quickly." ”

This bastard thing actually bites them back.

An Ning ran to the door of the tent, and there was fire everywhere, soldiers strangled together, and shouts of killing everywhere.

An Ning swept the crowd at a glance, Qiao Wu and Qiao Si were already fighting with the Western Turks, and the Western Turks were running towards the goods. Qiao Si personally ripped off the horse of a Western Turk, and cut off the hand of the Western Turk with a big knife in his hand.

There was a scuffle, the sword was ruthless, and the maple mark fell beside An Ning, and his voice carried a hint of anxiety: "Your Highness, it's too dangerous here." ”

An Ning suddenly stopped and looked into the darkness.

In the midst of the chaos, there was a man standing in the dark shadows on horseback, his face blurred, quiet as a shadow, his eyes shining with a wolf-like cold gaze.

Even if it was blurred so blurred in the darkness that he couldn't see his face clearly, An Ning almost instinctively decided that it was Su He. He is still alive, surviving the collapse of the underground palace. Now like demons, they bring destruction and war to mock their weakness and powerlessness.

How could a man as conceited and proud as he hadn't come to witness the killing and horror he had brought, he was so keen to appreciate the panic he had caused.

Everyone followed An Ning's gaze towards Su He, who was standing in the shadows.

His hands were stained with Qiao Mobai's blood.

The two were twenty paces apart, and Su He seemed to smile at An Ning, pulled the horse rope, and turned to leave in the darkness.

He's going to run.

An Ning instinctively chased a few steps, but before she could run a few steps, Qiao Si grabbed a horse from a Western Turk, skipped past her, and chased after Su He.

Qiao Wu hacked a Western Turk to death, and when he saw Qiao Si chasing him out single-handedly, he shouted, "Don't chase!" There is a lot of danger on the grassland, I don't know what the situation is, Qiao Si chased it out and easily fell into the trap of the Western Turks.

Qiao Si didn't hear it, it was the murderer of Qiao Gongzi, and he couldn't let him run away.

The two of them rode in two, and disappeared into the darkness in a blink of an eye.

An Ning turned back to Feng Zhen and said, "We also chase." Maple Scar looked around and saw a Western Turk riding a horse, he stepped forward a few steps, and turned over from his horse, and the neck of the Western Turk was cut by his sword, and he fell from the horse.

Maple Scar controlled the horse, and when he reached An Ning, he leaned down, pulled An Ning up, and chased him out of the grassland.

Yang Zheming turned his head and looked at Black Eagle: "You stay here, find Zhuji and Bright Moon, and ensure their safety." ”

Su He is forbearing, insidious and cunning, and it is no coincidence that he appears here.

He couldn't let An Ning and Su He face each other head-on.

The black eagle paused, and saw this Yang Ziming lightly tear off a Western Turk who had ridden a horse, and got on the horse to chase An Ning, not knowing whether he would catch up to protect his master or stay.

A deep voice suddenly resounded throughout the camp: "Where are the warriors of Beirong, Qiu Muling Abu, and those Daliang people?" In the darkness, the tall Garim Khan slowly walked in, and behind him were the Western Turkic troops holding torches high, and they continued to pour in.

There was a moment of silence in the camp, and the hill Abu had just killed a Western Turk, straightened up, blood dripping with the scimitar in his hand, and looked at Garim Khanke.

A Western Turkic warrior carried a struggling Beijung envoy to the Western Turk king.

The king of the Western Turks, Garim Khanke, lowered his body, and the hilt of the knife in his hand slashed mercilessly through the neck of the Beijung minister, and blood spurted out, and he cut off the whole head with great force, and his face was splashed with the blood of the severed head.

Garim Khan raised his head high, and the Si Turks cheered, their eyes full of excitement and fanaticism.

They crossed snow-capped mountains and extremely cold lands, crossed half of the wasteland, and came here, bringing death and slaughter.