Seeing Zhao Qingyu driving away, Zhao Qingxuan hurriedly shouted at Guo Yu: "Why are you stunned, why don't you chase it quickly!" ”

"This is about to go to war, can you be serious?" Guo Yu couldn't laugh or cry a little, "One took out the love letters of the kings of other countries and asked me to read them, and the other left with a white face and a negative face after listening to it, it's really..."

Having said that, Guo Yu still called Hou Jinyong to let him temporarily manage the Sancheng Army, and he urged Xiaobai to chase after him.

After a while, Zhao Qingyu had long since disappeared, and there was a black pressure around him with no edge in sight. After Guo Yu chased for a while, he thought about it, and then rode towards the most conspicuous banner of the Song Ziwang in the Chinese army.

Chen Xi was under the big flag, and the petite figure stood next to Chen Xi.

"General." Guo Yu came to Chen Xi on a horse and saluted him with a fist.

Chen Xi nodded, and was about to speak, when he heard the people around him say coldly: "Let him go, Princess Ben doesn't want to see him!" ”

Chen Xi smiled bitterly and spread his hands at Guo Yu: "You also heard it, since the princess is unwilling, you can go back." ”

Guo Yu was silent, this Chinese army is safer than his rear army in a sense, and it is better for Zhao Qingyu to stay here.

As for why she suddenly got angry...

Guo Yu shook his head, and after bowing his hand to Chen Xi again, he said goodbye and left.

Zhao whispered and looked at Guo Yu's departing back and pursed her lips tightly.

Just like that night in the barracks outside the city, she would be wrong again.

Maybe he didn't like her at all, and from beginning to end, she was the only one who was emotional.

Zhao Qingyu raised his hand to wipe the tears from his eyes, and his voice was a little choked: "Who likes it." ”

Chen Xi glanced at the girl beside him who had red eyes and was self-reckless, but finally did not make a sound.

He will not get involved in the affairs between young people, let alone the princess of the Great Song Dynasty.

……

The Qi soldiers on the Tianwei Pass could already vaguely see the Song army in black armor rushing here, but compared to the uneasiness of the previous few days, they were very calm at this moment, and even had some expectations.

Lu Shuqin looked at the outside of the gate, and his hands were clenched together. He turned to the respectful Che Tian and asked, "How are you ready?" ”

Che Tian glanced at the middle-aged man in cloth who was standing with his sword in his hand under the pass, and replied: "Except for the 10,000 people guarding the pass, a total of 30,000 troops have been assembled, and when the Song army arrives, it will be opened and killed..."

Speaking of this, Che Tian hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Your Majesty, will there be something wrong with taking the initiative to switch and attack?" After all, the Song army is above our army in terms of combat strength and numbers, and it may be able to hold out for a while if it is out of the pass to face the battle, how is it different..."

Lu Shuqin sneered: "How is it different from sending to death, right? ”

Che Tian was silent, he couldn't know the combat effectiveness of the Song army better. The 100,000-strong army is facing the Song army and has been beaten to pieces, and now the 30,000 Qi army is taking the initiative to attack, isn't that going to death?

"Didn't General Wei say it yesterday..."

Lu Shuqin said: "He can stop thousands of troops and horses with one person and one sword, so let him stop it later, and let the 30,000 Qi army cooperate with him to kill, maybe he can defeat the Song army." ”

Maybe...

The corners of Che Tian's mouth twitched a little, maybe, maybe General Wei couldn't stop it, then wouldn't all these 30,000 Qi troops die outside the pass, and then there will only be 10,000 Qi troops left, and in the face of the 50,000 Song troops who are like wolves and tigers, they will still fart.

Lu Shuqin didn't pay attention to Che Tian's thoughts, and he had a sneer on his face.

Zhao Wenqi, if you can really block a million divisions with one sword, then it's best, if you can't...

"Then you will die outside the gate." Lu Shuqin's eyes were beating with crazy colors.

After the closure, the 30,000 neatly draped Qi troops quietly waited for the door to open.

Lu Bo led his five hundred eagles to stand at the front, and he would sneak a glance at Zhao Wenqi beside him from time to time.

The middle-aged man under the city was ordinary-looking, wearing a shabby cloth coat with a few patches on his clothes. If it weren't for the sword, just from the outside, he would just be an ordinary middle-aged man.

The sword he was holding was nothing special, the black scabbard had no patterns, and there were no ornaments such as sword spikes and jade pendants hanging on the end of the hilt, and it looked like an ordinary iron sword.

The man just stood there, out of place with the sergeants around him. Lu Bo couldn't feel the slightest momentum from him, and it was hard to imagine that this ordinary middle-aged man could defeat the invincible Guo Yi and be invincible in the world for twenty years.

Thinking that he would be able to see this veritable world's No. 1 shot later, Lu Bo was still a little excited for a while.

As a martial artist, who doesn't yearn for the first in the world, and who won't be excited because he sees the first shot in the world?

Of course, the premise is that the target of the shot is not oneself.

While Lu Bo sighed for Song Jun, he couldn't help but think of the peer who fought with him in the city.

"It's better that you don't die by his sword." Lu Bo said to himself: "I hope there will be a chance to compete with you." ”

The middle-aged man in the cloth shirt had an expressionless face, and his heart was also unwavering.

His heart has been silent since the First World War in Qizhou, and he can no longer find the feeling of surging blood like at that time.

The middle-aged man stroked this simple long sword that had followed him for thirty years, and there was no wave in his eyes.

The man repeated the words of the letter: "The sky rises and the swallow will be south..."

"Even if it's the sky, I can cut it."

After the man said this sentence, which puzzled the people around him, he closed his eyes and waited for the moment of switching.

……

Yang Zhiyong rubbed his temples, his face full of exhaustion.

The continuous rapid march, even if it was him, was a little unbearable.

However, he had no choice, he could only do so, if it was a little later, he was afraid that the head of Tianlan City would be replaced with the black and white flag of the Northern Song Dynasty.

After receiving the news from Zhang Liangyuan from Tianlan to quickly whip people, although he was extremely unwilling, he resolutely withdrew his troops from Shuzhou.

In addition to leaving his son Yang Tianyuan to lead 30,000 Qi troops to garrison Jiangzhou to prevent Yongguo from fishing in troubled waters, he led the remaining 70,000 elites all the way north non-stop, hoping to reach Tianwei Pass before the Song army broke through.

It's not that no one persuaded him to stay still, when he first arrived in Jiangzhou, someone suggested to him: 100,000 troops in hand, instead of returning to the division, it is better to divide Jiangzhou, then attack Qizhou in the north, go to Chuzhou in the south, sit on the land of Sanzhou, and establish himself as the king, isn't it beautiful.

Then, he showed the head of his favorite confidant. Since then, no one has dared to persuade him to support his own army.

Yang Zhiyong knows his identity, he is a dog, a loyal dog fed by Qi State. Everything he has now was given to him by Lu Zhao back then, and even though Lu Zhao is dead, he still doesn't want to, or doesn't want to have a different heart.

He doesn't think about those things, he just wants to be faster, faster.

"20,000 sergeants have been sent lightly, and I hope that everything will be in time."

Yang Zhiyong shouted to the tired sergeant beside him: "Hold on a little longer, and when we reach Tianwei Pass, we can rest!" Then I will ask the king for a heavy reward, silver or woman, whatever you want. ”

Hearing Yang Zhiyong's words, the spirits of tens of thousands of Qi soldiers were lifted, and even their steps were much brisker.

……

As soon as Chen Xi raised his hand, the 50,000 Song army slowly stopped.

He looked at the Tianwei Pass city wall in front of him, raised the long sword in his hand, and said loudly: "Tianwei Pass is in front of us, as long as we break through Tianwei Pass and take down Tianlan behind it, we can wash away the shame that my Great Song Dynasty has suffered in the past 20 years, and we can comfort the soul of the Great Song Dynasty who died in battle!" ”

After all, he is also a master of the Huwei realm, Chen Xi's voice is not loud, but it is very clear.

Hearing his words, the 50,000 Song Army soldiers only felt a rush of blood directly to their heads.

"Brothers!"

Chen Xi's long sword pointed directly at the towering city head of Tianwei Pass, "Go and take it!" Go and regain our glory, and let the people of Qi pay for their blood debts! ”

50,000 people shouted in unison: "Blood debt and blood payment!" ”

Chen Xi shouted: "Da Song is fearless! ”

"Great Song Yongchang!" 50,000 people raised their weapons in their hands, and their momentum soared into the sky.

Chen Xi yelled: "Go to war!" ”

Liu Xiaochen, who was at the forefront, heard Chen Xi's words, and only felt that the blood in his body was boiling, as if the whole person was dozens of years younger.

He pulled the reins, and the war horse man stood up under his crotch. Liu Xiaochen raised the Xueliang long knife in his hand and said loudly: "Zhenbei Army, go into battle!" ”

"No!"

The 10,000 Zhenbei troops took sonorous and powerful steps at the same time, and rushed to the Tianwei Pass in front.

At the same time, the gate of Tianwei Pass suddenly opened.

At the pass, Lu Bo raised the three-pointed knife in his hand and pointed at the Zhenbei army in front of him: "Kill!" ”

With his order, 30,000 Qi troops poured out from the pass, roaring and rushing towards the Zhenbei army.

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