The soft and green grass Bu Xiaolu and Yan Yang hugged and cried. To the bitterness of the heart. cried heartbreakingly, as if to vent the bitterness and sadness of the past five years of separation.

Fang Zheng stood not far away, looking at them steadily, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and his eyes quickly glowed a little red, and then he blinked vigorously, desperately holding back the tears that snatched his eyes.

The pro-soldiers around him were familiar with Xiao Lu, the marshal's wife, and when they saw the mother and daughter reunited, many men who were as cold as iron couldn't help but quietly turn their backs and wipe the tears from the corners of their eyes.

The mother and daughter cried for an unknown amount of time, and then Fang Zheng stepped forward, hugged Xiao Lu's thin shoulder, and said softly: Xiao Lu, let's go back to the camp first, the reunion is a happy event, don't cry anymore"

Xiao Lu nodded, stood up obediently, wiped his tears, helped Yan Yang again, and said softly: "Mother, Lu'er is married to a wife, this is Lu'er's husband, he, he treats Lu'er very well"

Yan Yang hurriedly wiped his tears and stared at Fang Zheng, but saw that under the warm sun, a handsome young man dressed in silver-white bright armor was smiling at her, but it was a pity that his smile had a little more thief flavor for some reason, and it looked a little evil.

Yan Yang was slightly surprised, this son is so young, he is actually the marshal of the Northern Expedition who commanded more than 100,000 soldiers of the Chinese Dynasty? What is he capable of? The most important thing is, does he really treat his daughter well?

Looking at Fang Zheng's evil smile, Yan Yang's heart jumped violently, thinking of the extremely numbing letter that Marshal Fang had ordered to bring her. She blushed for some reason, and then she straightened her clothes, saluted Fang Zheng, and said softly: "The slave family thanks Marshal Fang for taking care of Lu'er in the past five years, and thank the marshal for ordering his subordinates to rescue the slave family in the eyes, this grace is great, like reconstruction."

Fang Zheng hurriedly rushed forward, grabbed Yan Yang's hand regardless of it, and grabbed it to death, Yan Yang's was shocked, he wanted to break it but couldn't break it away, and his pretty face couldn't help but feel a little ashamed and angry.

"Mother-in-law is serious, you and I are a family, why do you have to see each other like this? Xiao Lu is my wife, you are my elder son-in-law, how dare you be a gift to my mother-in-law, it really hurts my son-in-law,"

Yan Yang saw that Fang Zheng was serious. The tone was sincere, and it was expected that he might be forgetful of grabbing his hand, not deliberately frivolous, thinking of this, Yan Yang felt that if he broke free of his hand, he would fall into the ordinary, so he had to blush when he heard the words, and let Fang Zheng hold her hand tightly.

It's just that this Marshal Fang was too sincere, and as he spoke, Fang Zhenghu blinked a few times, and actually burst into tears, and even his voice became more and more choked: "Mother-in-law, you have been separated from Xiao Lu for a few years, don't you know that Xiao Lu thinks about you every day and you have tears wet pillow towels, and you can't sleep at night, for so many years, I haven't slept a day and I feel that Xiao Lu is "bitter!" "Of course, the son-in-law also misses you, and the degree of thinking about you is no less than that of Xiao Lu, today I am fortunate to see my mother-in-law safe and sound, and the joy in my son-in-law's heart is really beyond the words" Woo woo, my mother-in-law is "Woo, my mother-in-law" Woo, although you are not so young, but the skin on your hands is still so white and tender" The son-in-law feels really white"

"Yikes!" Yan Yang jumped up as if he had been bitten by a dog, blushed and broke free of Fang Zheng's hand, and then pointed at Fang Zheng, neither angry nor scolding, so entangled.

Xiao Lu hurriedly played a round and said: "Mother, my husband wants to be as anxious as his daughter, so he forgets his form."

Fang Zheng hurriedly whimpered and nodded: "Yes, yes, yes, the love is deep, so the feelings of the forgetful son-in-law have always been very rich."

Xiao Lu turned his head without a trace and glared at Fang Zheng fiercely.

In the silent camp, a centurion hurriedly walked into the king's tent and said loudly: "Great Khan, I have searched inside and outside the camp, but there is still no trace of Concubine Yan, she seems to have disappeared out of thin air."

Mo Si's face was pale, and when he heard this, he rushed forward in a few steps, kicked the centurion rolling, and said angrily: "How could such a big living person disappear out of thin air? Ben Khan's camp is heavily guarded, how did she disappear? Check Ben Khan! Who was in charge of the night patrol near the king's tent last night? I lost Ben Khan's most beloved concubine and dragged him out for me and beheaded him! ”

The centurion looked at the Khan, who looked like a wounded beast, shivered, hurriedly stroked his chest, and went out of the tent.

The more he thought about it in the king's tent, the more angry he became, and a little sadness floated in his heart.

Concubine Yan, Concubine Yan, you finally abandoned me, isn't everything I've done to you in the past few years enough to touch your heart? Except for that dead ghost husband, you can't allow other men to occupy the slightest space in your heart? What is Ben Khan like your dead husband?

"Boom!"

In a fit of rage, he kicked off a piece of mahogany in the king's tent.

"Someone, someone!" Mo Si's eyes widened like a bell, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty red silk: "The maids who took care of Concubine Yan's daily life were all killed by me!" Kill! Concubine Yan is gone, and they don't have to live! ”

"Woo" The low and desolate sound of the bull's horn resounded throughout the camp, and the sound whimpered, like mourning for the thousands of souls that were about to die.

A commander stepped in, stroked his chest with a respectful expression, and said: "My great Khan, the time has come for a decisive battle, as your loyal people, we are willing to step on all the corners where the sun can shine under the leadership of the Khan." ”

Shaking his head vigorously, silently holding back the pain in his heart, the moment of the decisive battle has come, there is no time to track down the whereabouts of Concubine Yan, silently sipping is convinced that when he wins the battle, he will be determined, when the whole day is in his own hands, the woman who haunts his dreams will definitely appear, will definitely prostrate at his feet, and praise himself as the king of kings, definitely!

"Pass on the Khan's order, the whole army will go out in three ways, and the goal: the camp of the Northern Expedition of the Chinese Dynasty!"

On the vast grassland, looking at the end of the sky, there were suddenly three inconspicuous black lines, like three waves surging to the edge of the sea in the depths of the sea, divided into three directions: east, west and north, and rushed to the camp of the Northern Expeditionary Army.

In the camp, Turkic warriors dressed in the uniforms of Chinese Dynasty soldiers stood on the high guard tower in front of the Yuanmen, stared at the pergola with their hands for a while, and suddenly shouted loudly in Turkic dialect: "It's coming!" The silent cavalry is coming! ”

When the Turkic soldiers in the camp heard this, they hurriedly arranged the horses, thistles, tripping horses, and the few bows and arrows that the Chinese soldiers had left for them to defend the camp before leaving.

Everything is carried out in an orderly manner, the Turks are born warriors, they are never afraid of the strength of the enemy, for them, the stronger the enemy. The more they can inspire their will to fight, they are a people on horseback, as long as they ride on a war horse, they have the ability to bring all the world... A powerful faith shattered by the evil spirit. Even if the enemy is just as powerful, the silent scarf Zheji.

Mo Jianlian was sitting in the handsome tent and was tasting the dragon well left by Fang Zheng, and when he heard the report from the soldiers under the tent, Rao is Mo Jianlian had already been mentally prepared, and at this moment, he couldn't help but tremble all over his body, and he didn't even realize that the hot tea splashed on his hands.

"It's coming, Mo Si is finally here" Mo Si Lian's old face turned a little pale, everything was just as Fang Zheng and himself expected, Mo Si really did his best, like a fierce and cruel hungry wolf, viciously pounced on the camp.

Gritting his teeth, Mo Jianlian slammed the delicate tea cup in his hand to the ground, and said calmly: "Divide two thousand people, protect the little khan, and the rest of the people will gather immediately, and resist Mo Si together with the old man!" ”

"Yes!" The soldiers under the tent responded awe-inspiringly.

"Wait!" Mo Jianlian stopped him, with a somewhat comforting smile on his face, and he didn't know whether to comfort the soldiers under the tent or to comfort himself: "Tell our brave warriors, Mo Si's troops are only 30,000 more than us, we only need to hold on for half an hour, and the allies of the Hua Dynasty will come to our rescue, and the old man assured the soldiers that this is the last battle on the grassland, and you can return to your tribe with countless cattle, sheep and slaves in the future, and live a prosperous life."

"Yes!" The morale of the warrior was noticeably higher, and he licked his lips, with a greedy smile on his face, and went out of the account to give the order.

Mo Jian slumped into his chair, his face pale. He could comfort the warriors under his tent, but he couldn't comfort himself.

Fang Zheng: "Will he really come to my rescue?" I hope it will, after all, the Hua Dynasty has always advocated faithfulness, if what he said can't be done, presumably Fang Zheng's return to the Dynasty will also be despised by the world, he doesn't dare to risk the world's disapproval,,

After thinking about it, Fang Zheng "Is he the kind of person who is afraid of being despised?" His cheeks"

Between gains and losses, Mo Jian and his old face kept changing color, as if he was sick, hot as a furnace for a while, and cold as iron for a while.

The situation has come to this, whether he comes to save him or not, the old man has no way out."

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The three black waves are getting closer and closer to the camp of the Northern Expeditionary Army, and they are faintly surrounded by the camp of the Northern Expedition in three directions.

The horses' hooves roared, the flags were waving, and the originally sunny grassland was covered by dark clouds in an instant, the heavens and the earth were gloomy and terrifying, and the killing machine that was so strong that it could not be dissolved began to spread wantonly.

The vanguard of the Silent Sigh army was less than five hundred steps away from the gate of the camp, and the Turkic warriors in the camp could even see the white gas spewing from the nostrils of their ** war horses as they ran, as well as the bloodshot cold eyes of the enemy.

"Bow and arrow ready!" The Turkic centurion who was defending in the camp commanded loudly.

"According to!" Qi's brand-new arrows emitted a faint cold light, aiming at the enemies who were getting closer and closer.

"Xi Xingxing" a hundred steps away, more than a dozen war horses under the silent tent were tripped by the tripping horse rope, and suddenly planted to the ground, and the knight on the horse also flew up in the air, crossed an arc in mid-air, and then hit the iron thistle terrestris that had been arranged, and before he could even make a scream, he was pierced through the head by the iron thorns on the thistle, and died instantly, and the red and white things flowing out of his brain stained the emerald green grass in the blink of an eye.

Affected by inertia, the knights who charged behind could not dodge, were blocked by the fallen horses, and also tripped to the ground, for a time, more than 100 horsemen went down outside the gate of the camp, and before they had time to get up, they were ruthlessly trampled under the feet of the comrades who were rushing behind them, and the momentum of the charge stagnated slightly, and then began to recover the indomitable momentum.

"Shoot the arrows!" The Turkic warriors who remained in the camp shouted loudly.

The sky suddenly darkened, and in the blink of an eye, the rain of arrows shot like locusts crossing the border, overwhelmingly shooting at the heads of the Turkic knights who were rushing outside the camp.

Only the continuous screams were heard, and there were several vacuums in the dense formation of the silent forwards, and many knights were hit by arrows and fell off their horses screaming. Then it was overwhelmed by the torrent rolling in from behind.

"Shoot the arrows!"

There is no mercy on the battlefield, and the death of the enemy can be exchanged for his own survival, which is a two-choice topic.

At a distance of 500 paces outside the gate, Mo Si's forward had lost hundreds of people before he could officially communicate with Mo Jianlian.

"Mounted archers!"

Standing behind the Chinese army, he ordered with a blue face: "Cover the arrow in the direction of the gate!" Crush the enemy's archers! ”

The flag waved, nearly 10,000 knights of the Chinese army rode their horses at the same time, drove out of the Chinese army, and ran towards the gate.

The horse's hooves were like muffled thunder, getting closer and closer to the gate.

"Shoot the arrows!" As the order was given, nearly 10,000 cavalry archers let go at the same time, and the arrows were overwhelmingly shot towards the gate.

The warriors who remained in the camp immediately fell back and fell off their horses, and the attack of the silent strikers finally returned to a strong momentum. It's closer, it's getting closer."

"Yo ho ho" The dozens of horsemen in the lead raised their scimitars and let out strange screams in their mouths, and took the lead in rushing into the gate of the camp.

Mo Si looked at it from a distance, and a look of joy appeared on his face: "Quick! Rush in all of them, and the chickens won't be left! This group of despicable and lowly people of the Chinese Dynasty are not worthy of living in the world! ”

Mo Jianlian's eyelids jumped a few times. He drew his scimitar, shook his old body and said loudly: "The whole army rushes out of the camp!" Fight them to the death on the steppe! ”

At the command, tens of thousands of Turkic warriors in the camp suddenly screamed a few times, brandished their scimitars and rushed out.

"Boom!"

The two armies collided viciously like a huge wave coming from opposite sides, sending out a string of dazzling sparks.

"Kill!" A centurion under the tent of the Silent Thorn rushed to the first and shouted loudly in Turkic.

As soon as the words fell, the centurion slashed at a silent warrior, and the snow-white knife swept by, leaving a deep blood mark on the warrior's face, and he opened his eyes wide, looking at his enemy in disbelief, and muttered: "You" You are actually a Turk

The centurion smirked, got his feet on the horse's back, and kicked him off the horse.

"Rush! All rush out of the camp! The momentum of the silent attack has slowed down, and it is time for us to fight the enemy! Mo Jian stood outside the tent, waving the scimitar in his hand, and his face was full of hideousness at this moment, completely no longer his usual elegant and indifferent appearance.

I drank a lot of wine, came back at night and slept in bed, and only after my brain was awake did I start to code words, yard now, more than one o'clock in the morning,

My life is so miserable