Fengcheng, the main hall of sacrifice in southern Xinjiang, Fengqing glaze is anxiously walking back and forth in the hall.

He has hardly been able to sleep for a day these days, first the civil war in southern Xinjiang, originally he thought that if he let the various clans consume a little strength, his throne would be more stable.

Who knew that the Dong people dared to use evil witchcraft to kill the people of southern Xinjiang in the face of the world's condemnation, and the civil war that should have been ignited became an endless war.

His character is already weak and hesitant, and he does not have enough strength to deter all races, which makes him feel like he is sitting on a crater, and he is worried all day long.

Now, the Shengyuan Dynasty has raised troops to attack again, God knows if any god is having trouble with him, you must know that the Shengyuan Dynasty itself has not even settled the domestic situation now, and dares to raise troops to invade southern Xinjiang.

At this time, Feng Qingglaze couldn't wait to strangle that pony, it was all his bad idea, otherwise how could he be as passive as now.

It's just that the colt is no longer the colt of the past, as a divine envoy, even he, the prince, sometimes has to rely on him.

Fortunately, all ethnic groups still focus on the overall situation, and they all began to fight against the Shengyuan Dynasty with all their might, and the rivers and mountains carried down by the ancestors themselves have to be guarded even if they are incompetent, or they will not become sinners through the ages in southern Xinjiang, and they will not be able to return to the arms of the witch god after death.

In these days, he has not stopped for a moment, first sending representatives to negotiate with the Shengyuan Dynasty, and then asking all ethnic groups to recruit troops, and continuously sending soldiers and grain and grass to the front line.

Counting the days, the armies of all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang should soon be on the front line, and they don't know what the outcome of this war will be, hoping to hurt the Shengyuan Dynasty, so that they should not dare to raise troops for at least a few years in the future.

Feng Qingglaze, who was thinking about these things, was suddenly interrupted by a hurried voice: "Lord Wang, Miss Jin is seriously ill and dying, and I hope to see you for the last time." ”

"Ah!" Feng Qingglaze, who heard the news, immediately led people to rush out of the main hall.

Zhu Jin, Qiu Ju, the two Han girls are not only beautiful as fairies, but also empathetic, and quite pleasing people, Feng Qingglaze has been thinking about the days with them day and night.

It's just that these days are really busy, so they are neglected, but who knew that at this time, Miss Jin suddenly became seriously ill and dying.

This is really a house leak and even rainy, no matter what, you should go back to see your little lovely person, if there is any news of the big war, it will be transmitted to the palace to gather.

When he returned to the side hall of the palace, he found that he was sitting in the room unharmed and waiting for him.

Feng Qing, who was originally anxious, was furious, but before he could speak, the two little beauties wrapped up like snakes, and said delicately: "The prince is angry, the slave family has not seen you for many days, so he will make this decision." ”

Before Feng Qingglaze could speak, Qiu Ju had completely blocked his mouth with her own tongue, and the bamboo brocade girl was also skillfully untying his wide clothes.

No matter how angry he is, he can't help two flower-like beauties from fiddling like this, not to mention the Fengqing glaze that has not touched a woman for some days.

At this time, he had long forgotten about his anger, but began to really explore the two beauties, and his mind returned to the beauties, and then looked at the two daughters' dresses today, only to find that the two were exceptionally beautiful.

Wearing only tulle, their every move seems to be filled with endless reverie, and their faces seem to be shrouded in a faint layer of smoke, which is extraordinarily mysterious and beautiful.

When Feng Qingglaze was already dry, Zhujin brought a glass of green plum wine with understanding, which was a good thing to cheer up.

The Fengqing glaze that was drunk was no longer covered by a trace, like a hungry tiger

He pounced on the second daughter.

I don't know if it's an illusion or the reason for the medicinal wine, today's war seems to be completely different from the past, Feng Qingglaze feels like a general galloping on the battlefield, wanton and high-spirited.

Feng Qingglaze, who had never been so happy, vented his emotions endlessly, and the beautiful and tactful voice of the second daughter also resounded in his ears like crying.

It was a feast that fascinated and went crazy, until the end, Feng Qing glaze poured out the flames in her heart in a cattle-like panting.

Feng Qingqi suddenly felt that the pouring gate had completely collapsed, and torrents rushed out. In the extreme pleasure, Feng Qingxu suddenly felt a wave of unease, this torrent is getting bigger and bigger, and there is no sign of stopping!

After the desire is exhausted, blood is shed, and after the blood is exhausted, what flows out is the last bit of essence of life.

In the second daughter's clear mirror-like eyes, Feng Qingyan only felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, and her eyes gradually darkened.

Zhu Jin and Qiu Ju glanced at each other, knowing that this mission was completed, they got up and flattened Feng Qing's body, and then the two began to scream.

Hearing their exclamations, Feng Qingglaze's personal guards and housekeepers instantly rushed in and scolded angrily, "What happened?"

The second daughter pointed at Feng Qingglaze in horror and said, "Lord Wang... He ......"

The housekeeper stepped forward one by one, hugged Feng Qing's corpse and tried his snort, and then listened to his heartbeat, and suddenly wailed.

Then he jumped up, pulled the captain of the guard and said, "The prince is dead! This news must not be revealed, go and inform the old wizard!"

Also, the prince died strangely, most of it is related to these two calamities, lock them up first, and see if they can torture something!"

The two girls calmly let the wolf-like guards drag them out, they knew that their mission was done, and they knew from the moment they accepted the task that there would be such a day.

It's not sooner or later, it's just okay!

The palace of southern Xinjiang entered a state of emergency, and all the maids and servants had to stay in the house, not going out, and violators were immediately beheaded.

In the secret room in the backyard of the Southern Xinjiang Palace, Eighteen was standing calmly in front of the old wizard, waiting for the old wizard to finish reading the secret letter that seemed to be a thousand pounds, which was written by the divine envoy to the old wizard.

The content of the letter is very simple, only a few sentences: The general trend of southern Xinjiang has gone, and sooner or later there will be this day, it is only a matter of time. I'm here, the inheritance of southern Xinjiang is there, if I'm not there, I'm afraid there will be no inheritance.

You know what I want and where to go, it's up to you!

It's just these few simple words, but the old wizard looked at it again and again, at least for an hour, and Eighteen stood quietly to the side and waited for an hour.

After a long time, the old wizard's peculiar hoarse voice like heavy snow slowly sounded, and he sighed, "Hey...... Go back and tell the Divine Messenger that the old man knows, and I hope he will keep his promise......!"

Otherwise, he fell silent, and Eighteen looked at the old wizard without saying a word, bowed and turned away.

On the front line, in Guzhou City, not far from the Liping Walled City, tens of thousands of soldiers of various ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang are stationed there. After several days of repair, the wounded soldiers have been escorted back to the various ethnic groups to recuperate, all kinds of supplies and food and grass have been replenished, and these warriors of southern Xinjiang have returned to heroic strength.

However, inside the tent of the coalition forces, the atmosphere was solemn and silent at the moment.

Dan Muji and Song Wenzhao each held two battle reports in their hands, one of which was made by the gods

The people's victory document said that they had defeated the army of the Shengyuan Dynasty with 60,000 soldiers of the Dong tribe and could suspend reinforcements.

The other is a war report sent by Usman, saying that the divine envoy has betrayed southern Xinjiang, not only refusing to send reinforcements, but also cutting off the retreat of the Dong warriors, and the Dong warriors can only retreat to Yuping Pass, because there is not much grain and grass, I hope that all ethnic groups will quickly send reinforcements and reopen the supply line of the Liping walled city.

At this moment, what southern Xinjiang is facing is Yang Yichen's border army leopard cavalry and the forbidden army Zuo Xiaowei, please be careful with the allied forces of all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang.

The battle report sent from the front line was delivered to them by 100,000 Dong people in a hurry, and it arrived almost at the same time as the good news of the divine envoy.

Comparing the two battle reports, what happened on the front line is actually self-evident.

However, Danmuji and Song Wenzhao still looked at the two battle reports over and over again, and no one knew what the two commanders thought.

However, at the moment of life and death in southern Xinjiang, there is no room for the slightest hesitation, no matter how the divine envoy is ordered by the witch god, in the face of this astonishing fact, if you want to keep southern Xinjiang, the most important thing in front of you is to open up the supply line and rescue the 60,000 soldiers of the Dong people on the front line.

Although Yang Yichen's border army leopard cavalry and forbidden army have considerable combat power, they have not yet reached the point of being invincible in the world, not to mention that this is in southern Xinjiang, even if Xuanshuang is heavily ridden in southern Xinjiang, their combat power will be discounted, and these things cannot scare the warriors of southern Xinjiang.

Dan Muji pondered for a moment and said: "Is there any news from the prince's side, since the Dong people have spread the news to the front line, I believe that Fengcheng must have also received the news."

The power that the gods have today is caused by the old wizard and Feng Qingglaze, and I don't know what instructions the prince and the old wizard will give to this kind of betrayal at this critical moment. ”

No one answered his question, because there was no news from Fengcheng so far, and no one knew what was going on there.

There was a dead silence.

Finally, Danmuji gritted his teeth and looked at Song Wenzhao and said, "Commander Song, do you think we are now?"

Song Wenzhao finally knew at this moment what he felt wrong some time ago, he didn't hesitate, and said to the generals in the tent: "It's about the survival of all ethnic groups in our southern Xinjiang, we must attack the Liping Walled City!"

Danmuji breathed a sigh of relief, the Zhuang wolf soldiers are an important combat force in southern Xinjiang, if the Zhuang people want to stand on the side of the divine envoy, even if they capture the Liping walled city, they will have to face the front and back attacks of the Shengyuan Dynasty and the Zhuang people.

Danmuji waved his big hand and was about to give an order, when at this moment, a sharp footsteps came from far and near.

The curtain of the military tent was suddenly scraped open, and a Qiang warrior rushed to Danmuji and Song Wenzhao despite the rude gaze of the commanders reproaching him, handed over an urgent report, and said urgently: "Two adults, this is the most urgent news from Fengcheng!"

The two of them tore open the seal almost at the same time, and their faces immediately changed when they swept it away.

The prince died, and the old wizard asked the patriarchs of all clans to return to Fengcheng urgently, and the front-line battles could be handed over to the commanders of all clans to command.

In fact, the patriarchs of all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang are the commanders of the army, and when such a thing happens, the only one present who can lead reinforcements is Song Wenzhao.

Dan Muji stood up and said, "Everyone, we must rush back to Fengcheng now, and the command of the warriors of all ethnic groups is now under the full command of General Song. ”

The patriarchs of all clans left urgently, Song Wenzhao looked at the secret letter in a daze, and it took him a long time to turn around, and the eyes of the tribal leaders of all clans fell on him.

In the end, Song Wenzhao slowly raised his hand, and then waved it down, shouting:

"Attack the Liping Walled City!"