The news of Chu Xiuyu's dispatch of troops to Fancheng naturally quickly reached Wu Kunpeng's ears, and early the next morning, Cheng Hu was tied up in a prisoner cart and pushed in front of the two armies.

"Today, if Chu Xiuyu has not come to the holy decree and is willing to give up the city, then the life of Cheng Hu, the marquis of your former Yuancheng, will be used to give us the banner of the Jin'an army." Wu Kunpeng's words resounded in front of the battle.

In fact, Wu Kunpeng was also very entangled in his heart, after all, Shenghe was his motherland, just like what Chen Jia said in his mansion last time, no matter what the reason, he at least has a little grandson, of course, he knows that he also has a big grandson in Wuji Country, a great minister, this is not only his secret, but also his hole card, he is ready to inform Lin Mufeng when he attacks Shenghe, let him fight with him, and completely divide Shenghe. Of course, if all goes well, he still wants to go further, who doesn't want to be the supreme emperor? Considering that when everything is made public in the future, he also needs to give a reason or explanation to the people of the world, so it is still necessary to learn from the saints before the soldiers.

At the gate of Anyang City, Sun Aoting sat on the chariot with a solemn face, and Zhao Zilin rode a horse and wore a silver armor to lead the team in front of the battle.

Hai Ling learned that Cheng Hu appeared in front of the formation early in the morning, and he didn't even have time to freshen up, with a black and bright hair, he ran all the way to the front of the formation wearing only a white dress, and on his full and smooth forehead, even and fine beads of sweat slowly gathered along his cheeks and slowly flowed down.

A maid in a bright green dress followed her closely, and when she saw so many soldiers at first sight, the maid was so frightened that she pulled Hai Ling's arm tightly, and walked with her through an army of more than 100,000 people to the front of the battle.

As soon as the two of them appeared, they quickly became the new focus of everyone's attention.

Hai Ling's agile posture makes people can't help but look sideways, the straight hair and white dress fly together with the wind, like a beautiful picture, her quiet and beautiful face looks like a fairy who has strayed into the mortal world, so that these soldiers who are ready to kill the enemy can't help but feel ashamed of themselves. There is even an urge to bow and worship.

The battlefield that should have been murderous, with her appearance, suddenly fell silent......

As soon as Hai Ling arrived in front of the battle, he searched everywhere towards the opposite position. I saw the same arrangement of troops on the opposite side, a phalanx of thousands of people in the front row, and a tall chariot behind it, on which sat an old man in armor, because it was too far away. He could only see his gray-brown armor and gray hair next to his helmet, and in front of the Jin'an army, a man dressed in white leaned on a wooden cage prisoner cart.

"Cheng Hu ......" That must be Cheng Hu, although she can't be sure, but Hai Ling's sixth sense told her that it was her Cheng Hu, and Hai Ling's helpless tears instantly opened the floodgates.

Hai Ling's tears made the eyes of the viewer worry, and the soldiers around her seemed to feel her grievances, and they all frowned.

Sun Aoting didn't find Hai Ling in the chariot, and Wu Kunpeng on the opposite side looked at Hai Ling's white clothes fluttering from a distance. I couldn't help but ask the commander who was riding a horse next to him. "Who's that woman?"

"Hui Xiangye, it should be the wife of Yuanchenghou."

"Hmph, where is the fate of the city?"

"Xiangye, my subordinates know their mistakes! It's not the Marquis of Yuancheng, it's Cheng Hu's wife. The commander was so frightened that he quickly knelt down on one knee and clenched his fists to admit his mistake.

Hai Ling took a few steps forward, looked at the prisoner car from a distance, and saw Cheng Hu wearing a white dress with blood marks and sitting in the prisoner cart with his hands tied with his back. The once tall and mighty body was now leaning weakly against the side of the prisoner cart.

Cheng Hu, what's wrong with him? "Cheng Hu ......"

Seeing Cheng Hu's miserable appearance, Hai Ling's heart felt as if it was cracked, and she desperately broke free from the maid who was holding her arm. ran towards Cheng Hu's prisoner car firmly and quickly.

The white dress fluttered in the wind, the black hair danced in the wind, and the eyes of all the soldiers in the Shenghe and Jin'an positions were following the weak but graceful white figure, whether it was Shenghe or Jin'an's soldiers. None of them had any intention of raising their bows and arrows to shoot the Sea Spirits.

"Don't go over...... Sun Aoting also saw Hai Ling, and shouted that he wanted to go and chase him, but he was in the chariot, he stood up, only to find that Wu Kunpeng on the opposite side seemed to be about to stand up. Thinking of his current identity, Sun Aoting could only resist the impulse and sit back in the chariot.

Seeing this, Hai Ling's maid wanted to chase after her, but when she saw so many soldiers with weapons in her hands on the opposite side, she timidly withdrew her feet.

Zhao Zilin also wanted to chase, but he only raised the horse's legs, and the other party's people raised their bows and arrows. He couldn't let Hai Ling be shot by random arrows, and Zhao Zilin could only pacify the horses and stop in front of the formation. Seeing this, the soldiers on the other side also slowly put down the bows and arrows in their hands.

No one could bear to shoot a weak and harmless woman as beautiful as a fairy......

"Mrs. Hou, come back quickly." Zhao Zilin was anxious, and he was even more anxious when he saw Sun Aoting's appearance, he could only shout, hoping that Hai Ling would be lost.

"Mrs. Hou, danger, come back quickly!"

Seeing this, some other commanders joined the call.

But at this time, in Shi Hailing's eyes, heart, ears, and even her pure angelic soul, there was only Cheng Hu, only Cheng Hu's kindness to her, Cheng Hu's love for her, and only her thoughts, worries, and heart-wrenching pain for Cheng Hu......

Where can you still hear the shouts of the people behind you?

The soldiers of Jin'an on the opposite side all looked at the soldiers of Shenghe with disdain, and they also heard the shouts of the soldiers of Shenghe, and said in their hearts, what do you say, we are like demons. We won't hurt her.

Wu Kunpeng squinted at the fluttering white clothes, like a butterfly fluttering, the petite woman, with a raised hand and a foot, looked so beautiful and agile, Wu Kunpeng's eyes actually appeared Shi Hailing's appearance.

Yes, if his good granddaughter Hai Ling is still alive, it should still be so beautiful, but it's a pity that his granddaughter is still suffering as an official prostitute, I don't know if she is dead or alive, and the culprit is the emperor of Shenghe-Chu Xiuyu.

"Chu Xiuyu, this time, it's up to me to pull you off the dragon chair and how to let you taste my original pain." Wu Kunpeng clenched his hands while thinking, his palms were pierced by his nails and bleeding without realizing it, and a pair of eyes were still staring at the white shadow, but unfortunately, there was a phalanx of thousands of people in the middle, and he couldn't see the woman's face clearly.

The distance between the two armies was only more than a mile, but Shi Hailing was out of breath, she couldn't take a breath, and tried to rush to Cheng Hu's prisoner car. shook the prisoner cart with all his strength and shouted loudly to Cheng Hu.

"Cheng Hu, Cheng Hu, '

'Husband'......'

Cheng Hu seemed to be asleep, but he didn't react. Could it be that Cheng Hu is dead?

'No!! ‘

Shi Hailing turned around. Crazy shaking the arms of the soldiers guarding the prison car, tears kept rolling down his cheeks. "Please, please lock me up too, I want to be with my husband......"

"This ......"

When the soldier saw Hai Ling's pear blossom with rain, he felt very unbearable. But Xiangguo and the commander are here, he doesn't dare to make a mistake.

"You, go over and ask, see what that woman wants to do?"

Wu Kunpeng sat on the chariot, he watched from a distance, although he could only faintly hear some women's voices, but he couldn't really hear them, he sent a guard next to him to inquire.

After a while, the guard ran back.

"Back to Xiangye, that woman is Cheng Hu's wife. He said that he begged us to put her in a prison car, and she wanted to be with his husband. When the soldier walked up, he saw the deep relationship between Shi Hailing and Cheng Hu, and was moved by it, and spoke with a trace of choking.

"Whew~" Wu Kunpeng let out a long breath. "Then, let her get her wish."

"Yes!"

It may be that the woman evoked Wu Kunpeng's fond memories of his granddaughter Hai Ling, and he actually agreed.

……

According to Wu Kunpeng, this is the last day to decide whether to fight or make peace, but after all, it is a day, and the soldiers in the rear take turns cooking. The two teams faced off for a whole day.

Since Hai Ling entered the prisoner car, he put the dying Cheng Hulou into his arms, and Cheng Hu's flesh and blood were blurred. The new injuries added to the old ones, and the originally strong arms were much thinner. His chest was still rising and falling slightly, as if to tell Hai Ling that he was still alive, Hai Ling caressed Cheng Hu's hot face and kept calling out to Cheng Hu. She looked at the bloody wounds on Cheng Hu's body, and she was at a loss. I can only cry silently.

It is said that Cheng Hu was cured by Wu Kunpeng after Chen Jia left that day, Wu Kunpeng was called a military doctor to cure, originally Wu Kunpeng was good to him, that is, he was locked up, and he was given some water and rice a day, but he had not been abused, but since the day before, he learned that Chu Xiuyu was preparing to support Fancheng and was going to war, his treatment immediately took a sharp turn, he has been beaten all night, during which he fainted several times, and was woken up by someone with water, and continued to beat. The whip marks on the body are criss-crossed, and there is still a trace of good skin and flesh to be seen.

Sun Aoting is also in a hurry, Jiang Youchun's team will be able to arrive tonight, but in this situation, will he close the city gate for defense, or rush forward to fight?

Sun Aoting sent someone to raise a flag and gesture a few times, meaning that there was something to be delivered, and after Wu Kunpeng agreed, a soldier put down his weapon, sent a bottle of gold sore medicine to Hai Ling, and returned to the camp. After Hai Ling received it, he hurriedly helped Cheng Hu with medicine. Cheng Hu didn't move, letting Hai Ling sprinkle medicinal powder on his wounds.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally the sun was set......

"Wu Xiangguo, whether we go to war or not, please return Cheng Hu and Mrs. Hou." Zhao Zilin shouted loudly. Although it was far away, he deliberately used the words of internal force, and Wu Kunpeng on the opposite side could still hear it clearly.

"Hmph~! I have already said that Cheng Hu is used to sacrifice the flag today, but as for that Mrs. Hou, I can return it to you. "Wu Kunpeng also had some kung fu when he was young, and although he was abandoned a lot when he got old, he was very angry, and he spoke like a bell." Send the woman back. ”

"Yes!" The guards beside Wu Kunpeng walked solemnly towards the prisoner cart.

Even if it is deep, it is as small as dust under a horse's hooves on the battlefield, and it can only be allowed to fly away with the wind.

"Mrs. Hou, please."

"No, I'm not leaving, kill me if you want to. I am willing to die for him and sacrifice the flag for you. ”

"Mrs. Hou, Master Hou looks like this, he may not be able to live if he is sent back, and he will not worry about the green mountains without firewood." The guard tried to persuade him.

"No, or let's die together." Hai Ling shook his head desperately, resolutely refusing to leave the prisoner car.

Seeing this, the guard had no choice but to run to report to Wu Kunpeng.

"Hmph, bring a bow and arrows." Wu Kunpeng frowned, and snorted angrily, "It's really shameless, since you all want to sacrifice the flag, then let you go to the underworld together to be a bitter mandarin duck." ”

The guard reluctantly untied his bow and arrow and handed it to Wu Kunpeng, Wu Kunpeng reached out to take it, the guard was still a little reluctant to let go, and saw Wu Kunpeng glaring at himself with hideous eyes, so he let go of his hand in fright.

Wu Kunpeng raised his bow and arrow to aim at Cheng Hu's chest, and pulled the bow with an arrow in one go, without the slightest indication that he was an old man who was about to die.

……

Chen Jia saw Jiang Youchun's team enter Anyang all the way, she knew that the war should begin, so she didn't dare to stop at all, but hurried towards the north gate of Anyang.

Seeing the two armies neatly lined up and facing each other, Chen Jia breathed a sigh of relief, but just as she was about to take a break, she saw an arrow shoot out of the wind and face a prisoner car, which was clearly the eldest brother Cheng Hu and the beautiful fairy Hai Ling.

"No!" Chen Jia roared and flew forward to stop it, but she could only watch in mid-air as the arrow sank into Hai Ling's body.

At the last moment, Hai Ling finally noticed something unusual, she did not hesitate to protect Cheng Hu in her arms, the arrow did not enter the body, but the corners of Hai Ling's mouth grinned with a bloody smile.

"Sea Spirit!!" Chen Jia's heart-rending voice pierced the sky, and the internal force from the heart shook everyone's eardrums, and everyone couldn't help but feel blood surging, and some soldiers who were close to Chen Jia and had no internal strength directly spewed out a stream of blood arrows and fell to the ground limply.

Chen Jia slapped his palm on the prisoner cart, and the prisoner cart drove away, sawdust flew, and the soldiers near the prisoner cart and the soldiers in the front phalanx lay down again. Chen Jia stepped forward and helped Cheng Hu and Hai Ling to fly to the middle of the two armies, and put Cheng Hu and Hai Ling down.

The old monster was also a little shocked when he looked at all this from afar, was Chen Jia, who had clearly had weak skills before, already so powerful? Her current strength is comparable to her own strength two hundred years ago.

The phalanx of 5,000 people in the front row of the Jin'an army was almost exhausted in Chen Jia's two outbursts, and there were very few people still alive and surviving. Chen Jia's force like a killing god made the Jin'an soldiers dare not rush forward to kill, and some of the timid even unconsciously shrank back.

Sun Aoting motioned for Zhao Zilin to take 20,000 troops to fight in the front, and Shenghe's team began to approach step by step. Bring Chen Jia and Cheng Hu into their own protection range, as long as they give an order, the two sides will go to war.

"Hailing, how are you?" Chen Jia helped Hai Ling, Hai Ling looked at Chen Jia tiredly, barely showing a smile, bright red blood kept gushing out of her chest, and the corners of her mouth also trickled blood.

"Cheng Hu, he, he's still alive...... Save...... Save ......"

It seemed that this sentence had exhausted Hai Ling's last strength, and Hai Ling lowered his head before he could finish speaking.

Chen Jia's tears kept sliding down her face.

Why? Why?

The increasingly dim sky seemed to be gloomy, and even a few drops of rain fell, reflecting Chen Jia's sad heart. (To be continued.) )