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The general of Beida in Mobei Town, Xie Zhengyun, and his wife Yan was martyred. The position of general of Zhenbei in Mobei was inherited by his descendant Xie Zhao. The girl was fifteen years old. There was considerable disagreement in the military.

The October weather had begun to turn cold, but the soldiers on the school field were still sweating profusely. But not everyone is so hardworking. A few lazy fellows waved the knives in their hands weakly, and there was a passable look in their eyes. When someone on patrol passes by, they will wave vigorously a few times, and once they pass by, they will return to their original lazy posture.

Xie Zhao was wearing a suit of silver armor, her long hair was tied up high, and a long sword hung from her waist. Standing on a high platform, his eyes looked at the soldiers who were training in the school grounds.

When she saw a few lazy soldiers, a trace of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and she frowned and walked towards the soldiers step by step. Is it because of my grandfather's death? The hearts of the army have been moved.

The soldier sensed that someone was approaching, and resumed his vigorous movements, but when he saw in his eyes that the person who was approaching was nothing more than a petite girl, the soldier's eyes crossed with disdain. It's like saying it's just a woman.

With the sound of the bell, the soldier didn't even see Xie Zhao draw his sword clearly, and the knife in his hand had been picked out by Xie Zhao. In a moment, the knife that had been picked up into the sky fell and was firmly inserted in front of the soldier. Frightened, the soldier sat on the ground with a weak leg. The change was only a moment, but the soldiers trained on the school field mountain all stopped their movements because of this change, and they all looked at Xie Zhao. There was disdain and indifference in his eyes.

Putting the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand back to his waist, Xie Zhao took a few steps and lifted the knife that she had picked off. His eyes crossed and he looked at the soldiers around him. She spoke, word by word, with a loud voice. "If you don't accept it, you will fight me." After Xie Zhao's words were finished, there was silence on the school field for a while. Most of the soldiers clenched their swords and wanted to fight the girl, but they were worried about it.

Suddenly, a big man with a strong figure walked out of the crowd. He pointed the tip of his knife at Xie Zhao. There was arrogance in his eyes. "If you lose, how about taking off this silver armor on your body and accompanying us to be happy." He laughed.

Xie Zhao's amber eyes darkened, and she looked at Dahan with neither anger nor shyness on her face. It's just that the knife in his hand has become a tight grip.

"Let's make a move."

The big man laughed enough, and looking at Xie Zhao's expression, he raised his knife and slashed at Xie Zhao. Most of the people in the girl army in front of him who inherited the position of General Mobei were not convinced, and he was just one of them.

The moment the blades collided, the big man felt numb, couldn't help but stumble, and his body retreated. He looked at the girl who waved the knife in disbelief, how could it be, how could this guy in front of him have so much strength.

At the same time, the soldiers watching the battle around were also shocked, this girl was stronger than expected, and her fighting spirit was already burning.

Moved her wrist, she was still a little unaccustomed to holding a knife with a hand that had been holding a sword all year round. Looking coldly at the eager soldiers around him, Xie Zhao slowly spoke. "It's okay for you to go up together, anyway, I'm here today to clean you up."

I don't know who moved first, and for a while the school field fell into a scuffle. Xie Zhao, who was wearing silver armor, her figure was extremely conspicuous in the iron armor.

"Is that okay?" The adjutant general standing on the high platform showed a worried look on his face, and asked loudly how the general could win so many soldiers on the school field with only one person. The black-clothed young man beside him looked at Xie Zhao, who was fighting in the audience, and his voice was low, and he slowly spoke. "It doesn't matter." After a pause, he continued to speak. "It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's whether those soldiers can fight together in the future."

Is that so? The adjutant general listened to Murong Yao's words, and his face showed an expression of sudden realization. Then he looked into the school yard again, and there was already a wail on the ground. The expression on the face of the besieged girl was vaguely unknown due to the distance, but the soldier had already lowered the knife in his hand.

Xie Zhao gasped and looked at the soldiers around him, his eyes were full of battle intent. It is more difficult to clean up this group of ruffians than expected, but as long as you can gather the hearts of the army, it doesn't matter if you fight. Thinking of this, she clenched the knife in her hand and rushed at the soldier in front of her again.

Half an hour later, the battle on the school grounds was over.

Xie Zhao sat on the ground, surrounded by a group of men who were already lying on the ground and refused to get up.

Looking at the soldiers around her, Xie Zhao wiped the sweat oozing from her forehead, and her breath had not calmed down.

After a moment, someone struggling to sit up and look at Xie Zhao.

"You're not bad."

"Of course." Xie Zhao opened his mouth and smiled, and his smile was full of confidence in himself.

Murong Yao stood tall and looked at Xie Zhao, today's goal has been achieved, they can go back. He slowly walked down the high platform, ready to open his mouth and go home. But suddenly, with the sound of horses' hooves, the soldier in charge of the order kicked up a puff of dust and flew off his horse.

"Report ...... When Beijon came, he had crossed the Black River and set up camp a hundred miles away from the city gate. ”

"What." Xie Zhao stood up suddenly, and his face returned to a solemn expression. Clenched into fists, she gritted her teeth. "I'll go back to the city." Saying that, she and Murong Yao hurriedly left the school grounds, leaving a group of soldiers lying on the school grounds.

At the same time, hundreds of miles outside Yancheng, the northernmost part of Mobei, a man dressed in Jiang Guo's costume was looking at the city wall of Yancheng with a magical telescope in his hand. The bell of Garan Temple has been runged, and the days of Yasukuni ruling most of the continent should be over. Take advantage of the fact that the continent is plunged into chaos to seize the opportunity.

"Your Highness, when are we going to attack?" The soldier in armor asked the man respectfully. The mind of the man in front of him, he has followed him for many years as a lieutenant, and he has not guessed it.

"Hmm." The man thought for a moment, and looked in the direction of Yancheng, a hundred miles away, and narrowed his eyes. "Order the three armies, rest in place, and attack Yancheng at night at midnight."

"Yes." The soldier in armor was about to turn around as he spoke, but was stopped by the man.

"Jiang Mo, don't you think I'm too ruthless?" There was an incalculable sigh in the faint voice.

"The last general will not dare." Jiang Mo stood quietly behind the man, his head down.

"Jiang Guo...... Yasukuni ......" The man stretched out his palm in front of his eyes, looked at it, and clenched it into a fist. "Since ancient times, Jiang Guo has been in the north of this desert north, bounded by the Heihe River, and has never participated in the disputes on this continent, but even if we fight, our neighbor Yue has always been aggressive. At the moment when I captured the royal city of Yue, I understood one thing. There are some things that you don't just have to fight for. If you want to be king, you have to fight for my people, who have trust. In order to make our country better, it doesn't hurt even if it is notorious in the history books of future generations. Jiang Mo looked at Jiang Yuan who said this, and the doubts in his heart disappeared.

"Your Highness." Jiang Mo's hand clenched tightly into a fist.

"You go and give orders to the three armies."

"Yes." Jiang Mo said and turned to leave. And the man who remained in place and was called His Highness continued to look at the walls of Yancheng. According to the reliable news from the spies in the city, Xie Zhengyun was surprised, and the new general Zhenbei was just a fifteen-year-old child, still a woman. It's not that he's prejudiced against women, he's also full of admiration for smart women, but on the battlefield, after all, it's still a man's world, which is caused by their strength.

However, if he can hold the important position of guarding Mobei, she must also be an extremely outstanding woman, thinking like this, he is even more looking forward to the night attack after nightfall.

It was a moonless midnight, the earth had fallen into a dark silence, people who had been busy all day had fallen asleep, outside Yancheng, dozens of black-clothed people had quietly approached the gate of Yancheng. They carry claws and special nails around their waists for rock climbing.

The man in black at the head waved to the person behind him, signaling action. The talon was thrown against the gates, and after several failures, it was finally secured.

At the city gates, the soldiers defending the city were groggy and dozing off from time to time. But he always forced himself to open his eyes before falling asleep. After some struggle, he finally came to his senses, only to find an iron claw on the city gate.

Hurriedly lit the belt to represent the wolf smoke of the enemy attack, and the defenders of the city hurriedly pushed their equally sleepy companions not far away.

"Oh no, there's an enemy attack."

The sleepy soldier had just been shaken awake, and when he heard this, he saw the soldier who woke him with his eyes suddenly widened and slowly fell. He had an arrow stuck in his back.

The commotion at the gates soon spread to the city.

Xie Zhao was about to fall asleep, but when he looked up, he saw the wolf smoke burning on the city wall, and in the dark night, the smoke burned faintly and vaguely.

Holding the sword that was placed aside, Xie Zhao didn't care about putting on his armor and rushed over with his sword.

By the time Xie Zhao arrived, Murong Yao was already standing on the city wall, and at this moment, there was a bright fire outside the city. Sitting on the horse for the head was a young man in silver armor. With a bow and arrow in his hand, he smiled with interest when he saw Xie Zhao's appearance. Then it's a bow and a sword.

Catch the whistling arrow feathers. Xie Zhao's smile deepened as he looked at the man under the city. It's a tough opponent. Xie Zhao gave a definition of the men in the city in this way.

This girl is not bad, I don't know if I can be an opponent. Jiang Yuan thought about signaling the archery team behind him to start releasing arrows. For a while, a rain of arrows filled the air.

"Guard the gates below. Then send someone to collect the rain of arrows and tell every household in the city not to go out of their houses. The rest of the men stood by and fought back after the rain of arrows had passed. ”

"Yes."

After Murong Yao finished giving everything, he turned his head and saw that Zhao was not wearing armor and went to the city gate. He couldn't help but frown. "You ......"

"I'm going to wear armor." Xie Zhao hurriedly ran down the city gate as he spoke.

In the dark of the night, the fire was like daylight. With the order to fight, the Xie family army rushed out of Yancheng. At the forefront was Xie Zhao, who was dressed in Xuanjia. She still had immaturity on her face, but the three-foot Qingfeng in her hand was flashing with a murderous light under the bright and dark firelight.

As the blades intersect. In the darkness of the night, the war in Mobei officially began.