"The old man is right, carry the carriage in, and then carry it out after the fight." It was proposed.

Everyone thought about it and thought that this method was good.

Song Xian thought about it for a while, Su Taifu was no longer in his position, and Taifu's mansion was full of literati who didn't dare to kill chickens. He himself is half-disabled, Deng Yi is dead, and the figure behind him looks terrifying, but it may not be another Deng Yi?

In this world, a Deng Yi is already a demon.

Raising his hand impatiently, the twenty elite soldiers directly lifted the carriage, Su Qianruo shook it twice, sighed and sat firmly against the window, and finally got out of the probe and looked out of the window.

Grandfather was just too stubborn.

Two thousand elite soldiers approached Deng Wei. Song Xian looked at the carriage alone. Su Taifu was carried by the servant to the front of the tower first, Su Taifu took out a moon-shaped thing from his sleeve, opened the tower, the servant put him down, he slowly turned his wheel and slid towards the tower.

The servant turned around and suddenly kicked Deng Yan's corpse with his foot.

Deng Yan's corpse was kicked and trembled, and it fell to the ground with a thud, and the two thousand elite soldiers were so frightened that their legs were weak, and they looked at each other and did not dare to step forward.

Song Xian also looked over this way.

The autumn moon was boundless, and the sound of drums suddenly sounded in the tower.

It's a broken formation!

When I was a child, my father played a broken song. Su Qianruo raised his voice and sang softly to the sound of the drums.

The blood-like remnant sun Shura field hideous collection.

The yellow sand is all over the sky, drinking horses and crossing the autumn water

The red-clothed gale, the sleeves are bloodthirsty and crazy

Looking at the frost moon and the cool war horses

Basil is chaotic, white bones are buried, yellow sand is buried, and Zhongliang is buried.

The tragic song of the strong man echoed through the corner of the camp.

The horse chased the wind and lifted the long front's blood.

The bonfire is sporadic and easy to water, and the cold light is broken.

A lifetime of decisive slaughter and another battle

"Decisive lore... Another fight"

The last two sentences are so poignant that they seem to be able to tear through the wind in the air. But there was some kind of hint surging.

Decisive lore, another battle!

It was just a moment of lightning, and the brilliance of the Moon Slasher really tore through the wind in the air.

Lightning slashes forward. It's not as fast as a man who has been pierced by an arrow.

The elite soldiers in the first column were shocked.

A big head was slashed to the ground by the moon cutting knife that had already been cut over.

The blood was like an angry red cherry rain, spraying and flying.

There was no breath to breathe, and he slashed down one by one, and he didn't know that the hot and cold blood sprayed to the front door, and he decisively killed, and then slashed down.

What about wearing heavy armor. The same head will fall to the ground.

Take my life, humiliate my body, and pay me the head!

The eyes are red. Hands up and down, chopping melons and vegetables.

What about holding a broken crossbow in my hand, I have no place in my body to insert your arrows, then. It's your turn to sharpen my knife on your neck!

It's chilling.

Two thousand elite soldiers were instantly swept away. As if they were frightened, Deng Yi's side was full of people.

The hill-like servant didn't know when he also came to the back of the carriage, raised the carriage with both hands, hugged it to his chest, and ran away.

Song Xian only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and it was in the time when this pillar of incense was not enough. The situation has taken a turn for the worse!

Deng Yi once again stood up from adversity, from the mortal situation. The moon slashing knife is swung until the hand is soft, and the head is slashed until the eyes are dizzy.

He was bathed in other people's blood, and shouted at Song Xian with a faint smile: "Brother! My clothes aren't easy to wear. ”

Song Xian drew his sword and pointed at Deng Yan, bluffing, his wrist trembled slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Great Wei million soldiers and horses, I don't believe you can really resist!" The emperor will definitely mobilize all the soldiers and horses to besiege the Taifu Mansion, you just can breathe a little longer, what are you proud of? ”

Deng Yi waved his hand, swept away the obstacles around him, raised his eyebrows and pulled out the arrows on his body, snorting while pulling, and when he arrived, he simply slashed down with a knife, and a broken arrow fell.

He tilted his head, half-lowered his eyes, and shouted towards the tower, "Teacher... They bully the few, what should the disciples do? Continue to chop off your head or sit back and wait for an army of millions? ”

The remaining remnants had already retreated to Song Xian's side, and no one dared to approach.

Nema, this is a human or a ghost.

You can also cut people with arrows on your back!

Mrs. Su panted and put down the drum hammer, and took two breaths before scolding: "No luck!" If you can't win, do you go home to find your mother? You are bullying Deng Yi, you have no mother, no father, no one to support you. Deng Yao, didn't I tell you, if you can't win, run, look at your arrows, is it popular to play a hedgehog today? ”

"You are treason, disobedience! Aren't you afraid that your reputation will be ruined in one fell swoop? Song Xianse shouted inwardly.

Mrs. Su stroked the beard on her chin and nodded, as if she was a little confused: "Come in, let's think about it in the tower, is this a rebellion or a disobedience?" ”

Deng Yi turned around, walked quickly to the side of the carriage, opened the door, smiled lightly and stretched out his hand to Su Qianruo, "Come, this time it's really off." ”

Su Qianruo held back her tears, put her hand in his palm, and slowly followed him out of the carriage, and the two walked into the tower gate.

Mrs. Su poked her head out of the window on the side of the tower with a smile, "Song Xian, you can go back to whoever you want, your family really can't be lifted."

The old man kindly invited you to tea, you see that you are going to dirty my yard, and you have to go back to your father and mother to bring troops to bombard my mansion, and the old man is not silent.

Ruyifang's matter, I know who did the sin, you said that you want to send a million troops to attack and can't bluff the old man!

Without a million troops, it will be impossible to step on the old man's mansion.

If you don't believe it, you can try! ”

Deng was stunned, the Song family had a hussar camp in their hands, Mrs. Song was the beloved daughter of Da Sima, and there were also heavy sword dead soldiers in the palace involved. Even if they can't muster a million troops, they can still mobilize 350,000 soldiers and horses in one day.

Teacher, this Taifu Mansion, really has no combat power. In fact, he was not sure that he could hold it.

When I think about it, I feel a little discouraged.

"Ruyi Fang was burned down, but the official artillery workshop and the private artillery workshop were not affected. This tower was left by your senior brother Su Minxing, and it was a dowry for Qianruo. You pushed him as a teacher to go up and see the scenery? ”

Deng Yi obeyed his words and pushed Mrs. Su to the second floor of the tower.

A dazzling array of red cylinders was stacked, and Mrs. Su asked proudly: "It's all on it." Deng Yi, when I was a child, when I set off firecrackers during the New Year's Festival, you shrank in the corner and couldn't make a contribution. Now that the fried hairy monkey in Minhang is gone, my leg is not good, if it is a weak woman, our family, you can go and light firecrackers! ”

Deng Yi thought about the strange wind, and felt a little confident in his heart, but after thinking about it, he still felt that it was inappropriate, and shook his head and said: "The teacher and I are not afraid of bombing, but if she is a woman, if it is blown black, her husband will hate her, right?" ”

Mrs. Su pursed her lips and said disdainfully: "Just your cowardice!" I don't dare to ask you to light a firecracker and throw a firecracker to scare people, are you embarrassed to call a man who relies on strength to go all over the world? Lose face! ”

Deng rolled his eyes and sneered, and said, "Master, I'm worried about Qianruo. ”

Firecrackers?

This firecracker has to blast the imperial capital into the sky!

"Rest assured, Zhang Combing will not dare to withdraw from the marriage. Don't worry about shallowness. Mrs. Su comforted Deng Wei, "Besides, how can firecrackers blow up your own people, don't you get it if you light it quickly?" (To be continued.) )