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Han Milk was ready to leave these Magyars, although these Magyars were not bad to her, but no one would be willing to die for others, and that Han Milk was even more unwilling, she made an excuse and decided to stay away from this conflicted city of Buda.

Han Milk said to the leader of the Magyars, the Magyar nobleman Pei Duofei: "You people, you need more reinforcements, I will bring you more troops to fight with you." ”

The leader of the Magyars, the Magyar nobleman Pei Duofei, nodded and said, "Those Magyars brothers, they also want to share our glory. Only by fighting with us can they live in the city, otherwise they will always be loaches in the countryside. ”

Han Milk said: "Okay, I will definitely bring the meaning of the big boss to them, I hope these people can fight side by side with the big boss." ”

Horn, a great nobleman in Magyar, looked at the back of this Han milk in the distance, and said, "This chick is quite tasteful, we should make love to her." ”

Xue Hengzheng said: "I don't know, whether we people have a chance, when we people try to fight against the Tang Army, I am always a little unhappy in my heart, I am wondering why we are?" ”

Godu Baolian said: "We, the Magyars, have never been afraid of death, we look down on those Tang cavalry and Tang officials who bullied us, those tax collectors insulted us, we will kill all those tax collectors, as for other things, we have not thought of so much for the time being, there is wine today and drunk today, and tomorrow will be sad tomorrow." ”

However, that Han Milk already understood that these poor Magyars would definitely be defeated by Tang Zhangwei and them.

Therefore, Han Milk rode a horse and claimed to help those Magyar nobles Pei Duofei and them to ask for reinforcements, but she would not come back.

When this Han milk came to the Mazar steppe, she felt free, she found a secluded place to make it convenient, and then changed into women's clothes.

Han Milk let out a long breath, and she said to herself, "I'm finally free, I'm finally safe." ”

Magyars tend to be arrogant, and they have a pathological penchant for freedom. However, not all plain mare's milk is delicious, and not all unsweetened cheeses are very tasty.

The brutality of the war was terrifying to the oldest Magyars veterans, and some of them did not want to continue serving in such cruel conditions.

The Magyars Horn, Xue Hengzheng, and Godu Baolian were dissatisfied with the pessimism of their subordinates, but they were powerless to appease their men, after all, they were facing the powerful Tang Army led by General Tang Zhangwei this time.

When the big wooden bird flew above their heads, when a thousand artillery pieces of the Tang Dynasty were transported to the battlefield,

After eating the cheese of Han milk, I poured a sip of wine. In the middle of the sound, Han Milk heard a cough, followed by a begging-begging-begging-begging sound—followed by a flash of light, as if the furnace door had suddenly twisted open, and then a boom, first white and then red, followed by a gust of wind. Han Milk tried to breathe, but she couldn't breathe, she only felt that her soul rushed out of her body, floating outward, floating outward, and floating in the wind all the time. Han Milk's soul was all out of her body at once, and Han Milk knew that Han Milk was dead, and if she thought she had just died, it would be wrong. Then Han Milk floated, not floating forward, but slipping back. As soon as Han Milk took a breath, she slipped back. The ground has been blown up, and there is a piece of cracked wooden rafters right in front of Hanniu**. Han Niu ** trembled, and heard someone crying. Han Milk thought that his life in the dining hall was too hard, although he himself had a good attitude, Han Milk wanted to know what his life would be like when he returned to his hometown. He had told Han that in the town of Kabrakoda there were trout in the stream below the town. Flutes are not allowed at night. Young people are allowed to serenade, but they are not allowed to play the flute. Han asked him why. For it is said that it is not good for a maiden to hear the sound of a flute at night. Someone was wailing. Han milk wanted to move, gunshots. There was a loud splashing sound, Han Milk saw some flares rising, and then exploded, a white light floated in the sky, rockets were also shot up, and bombs were heard, all of this was a matter of a moment, and then Han Milk heard someone nearby saying: "Han Milk's mother!" Oh, Milk Han's mother! Han Milk pulled desperately, twisted desperately, and finally pulled out her legs, turned around and touched him. It turned out to be Pasini, and as soon as Han Milk touched him, he cried out in pain. It's terrible," he said. "It's been put on hold for too long. Han Milk kept it in the car. "They were all eating noodles, and everybody put their chin next to the iron basin, their heads tilted back, and they sucked all the noodles into their mouths. Han milk took another bite, tasted a little cheese, and rinsed his mouth with wine. Something fell outside, and the ground shook.

Han Milk lifted the dough of noodles and straightened her arms, and the noodles finally came out of the basin. Han milk was put down and sent to his mouth, sucking and biting, chewing, then taking a bite of cheese, chewing, and taking a sip of wine. The wine tastes like rusty metal. Han Milk returned the lunch box to Pasini. An officer directs the movement of the lamp, and his men are alarmed. The Han milks walked through the brickyard and stopped in front of the bandaging terminal. There is a small barrier of green branches above the entrance, and in the darkness the night wind blows the sun-dried branches, making a rustling sound. The grandmothers sat on the floor smoking cigarettes, their backs against the earthen wall. It was almost completely dark outside. The soil in the shelter was warm and dry, and Han Milk put her shoulders against the mud wall, put her back on the ground, and relaxed. The road is crowded, with maize stalks and straw mats on both sides, and mats overhead, as if you have stepped into a circus or an indigenous village. The Han's cart walked slowly through the tunnel made of straw mats, and when they came out, it was a clearing cleared of grass and trees, which was originally a station. The road here was lower than the riverbank, and on this section of the sunken road, there were some dug holes along the bank of the roadside, and the infantry stayed there. As the sun was setting, Han Milk looked up at the riverbank, and the hill on the opposite bank that she could see was black in the afterglow of the setting sun. The grandmothers parked their cars outside a brickyard and destroyed more houses.

However, this is not the case, that Guo Spoon is chasing her with the four famous arresters of Yingzhou City.

Unlike others, Guo Spoon likes Han milk very much, and it is because of this liking that Guo Spoon, who can't get her, turns this love into hate.

(End of chapter)

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