Yinghua Main Street left deep horseshoe prints, and in less than a moment it will be covered with snow.

Zhen Yue sat in a wide and low-key carriage, the carriage was a little outrageous, just loaded with a warm couch, covered with sables, due to the urgency of the battle ahead, these 10,000 elite soldiers had to rush to Lingqiu, so they were quick all the way, without respite, and she took cartilage incense, she couldn't withstand the violent bumps, in the past, she was strong, and she couldn't stand the terrifying way of the horse's hooves flying and traveling overnight.

"Can't stand it?" Bei Mo Ling, who was sitting opposite, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling.

"Stand it." Zhen Yue stroked her chest without a trace, not wanting to show weakness in front of others, let alone her old enemy.

"Don't hold on, let's lie down, after Shuocheng, it won't be so bumpy."

Zhen Yue originally wanted to hold on for a while, but her limbs gradually became weak because of the violent jolting of the carriage, cold sweat continued on her forehead, and her chest was even more urgent.

"Bei Mo Ling!" She raised an eyebrow at the man.

"Lie down, it's a long way to go." Bei Moling put her on the warm couch and covered her with a white mink, her movements were slightly stiff, obviously extremely ungood at doing such things.

Zhen Yue saw the apology flashing in his deep eyes, she was shocked, and after thinking about it, it was all thanks to him, so she turned over and closed her eyes to recuperate.

Xiaoli was behind the army, and she couldn't summon her, and the horse's hooves were rolling. Zhen Yue gradually fell asleep, I don't know when, she was able to sleep in the enemy's camp, everything in the world changes rapidly, it is really a wonderful thing.

When she woke up again, it was already noon, Bei Moling was no longer in the carriage, she moved to the window, slightly raised the curtains, and suddenly the cold wind came in. Winding and rolling mountains. Snow-capped and endless, the majestic snowscape gradually receded as the horses moved.

I saw the carriage ahead. A tall man with the reins on his horse galloped with the warriors. Dressed in an ink-colored uniform, he looks proud and domineering. The blue carved sword at his waist made a soft roar in the gallop, and he looked like an ice sculpture, forever indifferent.

Zhen Yue felt that she had never seen through this man from beginning to end. He is ruthless, wise and dark-bellied, sometimes lazy and evil, sometimes a little warm, but these emotions are uncertain, and she will lose her temper strangely at any time, she lowered the curtains, blocked the outside scenery, and slowly closed her heavy eyes, some things she was unwilling to think about after all.

The army rode horses vertically and horizontally, rushed overnight, killed a lot of war horses, and arrived at Lingqiu in only one and a half days, what kind of speed is this! These iron-blooded soldiers did not show any fatigue, the corners of their mouths were chapped, and their eyes were as bright as a knife that had been sharpened for a long time.

The defenders of Lingqiu City all filled the entire street to greet the mighty King Ling, and the smoke of gunpowder in the distance did not frighten them, they had long been ready for a bloody battlefield.

The people contributed all their food and handed it over to the granary, hoping that these soldiers would have no worries and solve the crisis of Guangling.

10,000 soldiers and horses came to the Bell Plain in front of Lingqiu for a while, set up military tents everywhere, the fluttering green dragon flag was hideous and domineering, and a hundred meters away was the Guangling City that had fallen, the cold wind was cold, the goshawk was crying, and the two camps were tense, and they were about to explode.

Zhen Yue lay in the tent for half an hour before she slowly gasped for breath, and Xiao Li, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly served warm water, although she didn't understand why the girl was so weak, but the fifteen-year-old girl had already learned to observe words and feelings, and she didn't dare to ask about it.

Zhen Yue took the warm water and drank it all, but unexpectedly coughed violently, the corner of her mouth sneered, she didn't expect that drinking saliva would make her look like this, Bei Moling, this account always has to be recovered!

"Girl, don't go out, there are serious soldiers outside." Xiao Li saw Zhen Yue get up and go to the outside of the tent, so he hurriedly said.

Zhen Yue knew that Xiao Li saw the barracks for the first time, and she was inevitably a little scared and resistant, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, you just stay inside, I'll come when I go." ”

When the curtain was lifted, a biting cold wind howled, violently curling up the woman's black hair, and the eyes were full of endless deerskin tents, the sentry was covered with nebulae, and the soldiers' boots stepped on the ice and snow, making a clear squeak, and the cold wind roared, and the whole sky was gloomy like the eve of a storm.

Outside a black tent, guarded layer by layer, from time to time there are generals in and out, Zhen Yue knew that it was the important place of the Bei Mo Ling army, so he went in the opposite direction, the soldiers faced the women with the army, they did not dare to look sideways, they all lowered their eyebrows, solemn, and the sound of orderly footsteps was endless.

She walked to the hills in the distance, the endless white expanse, the beautiful and upright snow-capped mountains like a holy old man, watching the ups and downs of the world, she suddenly wanted to ride a horse and gallop, enjoy the free space.

A disdainful snort came in an instant, Zhen Yue looked towards the source of the sound, her cold eyes with a faint smile, and walked towards the man who was practicing swords not far away.

"So diligent, you're going to go to war tomorrow?" Zhen Yue asked with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Do I know you well?" The black-robed Wind Shadow raised his head and said, the long sword in his hand waved in the air, and the changes were endless.

"Why haven't I seen a trainer teach this sword technique in Qilin Fang?"

"Hmph." Wind Shadow snorted, and said with unconcealable pride on his face: "Can the training officer compare to the White Phoenix Pavilion?" This was given to me by the left. ”

"White Phoenix Pavilion? Zuo Remnant's Master of Baifeng Pavilion? Zhen Yue's eyes lit up.

Wind Shadow Sword raised his eyebrows, and his angular face suddenly became angry: "Women are troublesome, they ask questions at every turn, I still find a quiet place to practice swords." "Stride away.

"Kazekage." Zhen Yue stopped him, and seeing the man's puzzled face, he stretched out his hand and pointed to his waist, raised his eyebrows and said, "Give me the short dagger on your waist, and I'll give you a better one another day." ”

"Why should I send you?" The man's eyebrows froze, and he suddenly squinted and said, "It's impossible for you to not even get a sword with your current identity, right?" Could it be that His Highness won't let you use force? ”

"What are you doing so verbosely, give it to me if you want you to give it to me, I have been used to bringing weapons all year round, and now the war here is starting out, and I feel insecure without weapons to defend myself." She raised her head and raised the corners of her mouth: "Men can't be too stingy, otherwise they will be like women." ”

This sentence really worked, Feng Ying was afraid of being as troublesome as a woman, hearing Zhen Yue say this, with a whoosh, he threw the short dagger on his waist over, and saw that she caught it steadily, but his face turned pale and weak for a moment, he was stunned in his heart, but he didn't want to stay any longer, so he turned around and said: "It's so hard to catch the dagger, it's really more and more alive." (To be continued......)