The vast plains are full of wind and sand

The earth shook slightly, stones jumped at their feet, and in the distance, the rolling yellow sand surged with an unstoppable momentum. All of them looked solemn, as if staring at an unknowable fate.

"Heh, these little bunnies still have the guts." Liu Shijiu took the lead and couldn't hold it back, patted the horse's back, and shouted

"Isn't it, it's diligent to send you to death, right?" Cao Deng touched the saber on his waist and chuckled.

"yes, it's fast." Zhang Zai's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the increasingly thick smoke and dust in the distance, but his expression became more and more relaxed.

"This time I won, I'll invite you to drink." Li Yuanheng, who had been silent, suddenly interjected.

"Eh, general, when you say this, aren't you afraid that your sister-in-law will blame you for spending money?" I put on the hippie smile in my heart.

"If you can fight with the prince, you can fight with your brothers, and some silver taels must not care about insiders." Li Yuanheng chuckled, his expression solemn and fanatical, and he looked at the thin figure in front of him respectfully.

The yellow sand is long, where is the singing and dancing?

Liang Liang turned around, his heart was slightly uneasy, and his eyes drifted away with the yellow sand, as if he saw the high city, the high seat, and the high man.

Chang'an, after all, is Chang'an.

"Lord Wang, this success, I don't want the pots of wine of your baby shamelessly." Song Er leaned over and smiled.

Third Brother Song laughed. Liang Liang came back to his senses and chuckled.

"Then as long as the prince doesn't laugh, it's done." Song Er turned his head leisurely, looking at the mottled city walls, his eyes were clear, and he was only resolute, "Lord Wang, when the old prince was here, he said that our Nantang is not a fiefdom, not a line of defense, Nantang is the last resting place for us lonely souls and wild ghosts, and that is our home......"

Liang Liang's heart moved slightly, thinking of the familiar or unfamiliar faces in the city behind him, thinking of their trusting gaze and resolute attitude, he smiled, and all the uneasiness disappeared.

Put the fucking bullshit, what is guarding the country, Lao Tzu has to guard his own door!

Those who offend me in the Southern Tang Dynasty will be killed!

If you figure it out and go to the battlefield, then you can kill the enemy. Liang Liang was upright, patted Song Er's shoulder with the scabbard, turned his head to look at the billowing smoke and dust in front of him, his eyes were fierce and resolute, his hand was raised high and put down fiercely, and he said coldly

"Nantang, draw your sword!"

"Nantang, Liu Sixteen, obey the orders of the prince and draw the sword! Qianhuwei listened to my orders, and all drew their swords! ”

"Nantang, Cao Deng, obey the orders of the prince and draw your sword! The Beifu army listened to my orders and drew their swords! ”

"Nantang, Zhang Buzhi, obey the prince's orders and draw your sword! The Nanfu army listened to my orders, and all drew their swords! ”

"Nantang, Li Yuanheng, obey the orders of the prince and draw the sword! The Black Flag Army listened to my orders, and all drew their swords! ”

"Southern Tang ......"

Listening to the sound of the military order sweeping in, Liang Liang's thoughts seemed to return to that winter day.

Blood splashed everywhere, swords and swords, weak wails mixed with unwilling roars, terrible screams, desolate soldiers, familiar figures gradually left...... Also, desperate yourself!

That winter day that will never be justified!

Hell, I hate myself the most powerlessly, the feeling of trying to redeem but helpless, it's really annoying!

This experience, don't come again!

Thinking of this, Liang Liang's eyes became colder and colder, looking at the splashing smoke and dust, and slowly pulled out the knife

"Nan Tang, Liang Liang, draw your sword!"