"Get ready-" The leading scolding captain yelled loudly: "King Zuoxian, you are a king and eight heads, your little wife has been played by the Hou Ye of the big man, she fart. There is a peach blossom on the stock! ”

Hearing this, Yan Ming was calm.

All the Han troops behind were dumbfounded. Although the Han Dynasty did not reach the point where Cheng Zhu Lixue dominated after the Song Dynasty, it was not open enough to steal men and women. The obscure things of love are spoken in broad daylight.

At this time, King Zuoxian of the Huns was drinking in the military tent, and on his lap, there was a charming woman sitting.

The breasts, exaggeratedly propping up the fur clothes on the body, are always tall.

The buttocks are straight like a round fleshy little mountain.

That face, white and pure, doesn't look like a Hun in the wind and sun at all.

"Lord Wang, don't be sluggish, in my opinion, it's better for us to go back to the ancestral city. After laying down this cloud city, we can't live in it. "This charming and sassy woman is the little wife of King Zuoxian of the Huns, and it is also her fart. The most ** strip of the stock is embroidered with a peach blossom.

Zuo Xianwang's favorite is this little wife, when he is upset, he looks at the peach blossoms shaking in front of him while exercising in the back, and his mood is inexplicably better.

Now I want to stimulate my potential by drinking, and shake the peach blossoms again.

But as soon as he came up drinking, a trace of interest had just risen, and he heard the shouting and scolding of the Han soldiers outside.

"King Zuoxian, Wang Batou...... Fart. There are peach blossoms on the stock ......"

These voices echoed over the entire Xiongnu military camp.

This time, the soldiers of the Han Dynasty didn't feel anything.

But the Huns were different. King Zuo Xian will take this little wife with him every time he goes on an expedition. Most of King Zuoxian's subordinates have seen his little wife.

They only knew that King Zuo Xian loved this woman who seemed to be very charming, and many soldiers who had been fighting all year round also secretly thought that King Zuo Xian's little wife had done something embarrassing.

But now** naked heard that the fart of Zuo Xianwang's little wife. There is a peach blossom on the strand. In the backward era of this kind of consultation, hearing this is like a pure child watching an island action movie for the first time in later generations.

Many people were in awe of King Zuoxian's big tent, and the tent was towering.

And King Zuo Xian roared angrily and rushed out of the big tent.

As soon as his figure rushed out, he rushed back again.

Immediately after, there was a cry of King Zuoxian's little wife screaming in the big tent.

"Lord, don't fight, the concubine hasn't done anything to be sorry for the prince!"

"Lord Wang, the concubine gave birth to a child for you, it is indeed yours, don't fight anymore, help."

Zuo Xianwang's little wife was beaten and talked nonsense.

Every word she said was to the point.

The more King Zuo Xian thought about it, the more he felt that the children born to him by his little wife were simply a little white, not like the Huns, but more like the Han people.

Could it be that this little marquis of the Han people really slept with his wife?

He was already suspicious, but now he scolds outside with a nose and eyes, especially a fart. The peach blossom on the stock was tattooed by him and his little wife when they were in the cave.

In the world, except for King Zuo Xian himself, even the mother who gave birth to this woman doesn't know her fart. There is an extra peach blossom on the stock.

Thinking about it this way, this woman must have stolen someone from the Hou Ye of the Han Dynasty.

When I think of this, anger rises in my heart, and evil grows in my guts.

The angry King Zuo Xian raised the wine jug and smashed it on the little wife's head.

He was a martial artist himself, and he was extremely powerful. The wine jug was cast from cooked copper again, and it was smashed on the head of the little wife, how can it be good!

The little wife was smashed and fell directly to the ground, twitching all over, and foaming at the corners of her mouth.

"Say, have you betrayed me?" King Zuo Xian was angry for a while, and the little wife who missed it saw that she couldn't live, and suddenly regretted it, but she refused to defend the dignity of a man, and roared angrily.

Zuo Xianwang's little wife looked at him viciously, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes, and said intermittently: "I have had—that's with him—I didn't know he was a big man—Hou Ye—he's so gentle, so handsome, I think—"

didn't come up in one breath, and King Zuoxian's little wife returned to the west.

It's just that the words he said in a daze before he died made King Zuo Xian angry.

He didn't know that the man his little wife was talking about was actually Sima Xiu, not Yan Ming. I had to put this account on Yan Ming's body.

"Come on, prepare your army, I will attack the city day and night. If I can't take down Cloud City, I don't deserve to be this Zuo Xian King. King Zuo Xian roared angrily.

His staff, the people around him, saw the tragic situation of the big tent, and they were silent, but they resigned, retreated, and prepared to gather a large army and start attacking the city.

These people have more or less thoughts about King Zuoxian's little wife. Now that I think that the famous flower I have been thinking about for a long time has been picked by the opposite person, I can't wait to take the big Han Hou Ye opposite and peel it alive.

It's a pity that Yan Ming just used Sima Xiu's words to provoke King Zuo Xian of the Huns, but he didn't expect to attract so many mortal enemies for himself.

King Zuo Xian's anger proved that what the Han scolded the people in the formation was true.

Seeing the large-scale assembly of troops by the Huns, Yan Ming immediately ordered the army of Hu Caixiao to disperse into the bunker group, and prepare to start a positional battle with the Huns under the cover of the bunkers.

The scolding team of the big men was still shouting and scolding.

The Huns went crazy.

It's just that this madness didn't directly lead to their attack.

They were preparing, preparing something to restrain the flintlock pistol.

A Hun invented a way to wrap the sand in a quilt and cover the person underneath and rush forward.

It was a good idea, and he managed to storm the bunkers.

Although they were finally shot, if tens of thousands of Huns rushed forward like this, it was still very likely that they would rush to the bottom of the city in the clouds.

"Fire thunder, a lot of fire and thunder covering." Yan Ming arranged the strategy and tactics, and was forcibly asked by Wang Dajian to return to the city.

At the head of the city, he saw the attempts of the Huns.

I have to say that the quilt is filled with sand, and this bulletproof method is still effective.

After all, the lead bullet of the flintlock pistol is not the bullet of later generations, and it is very difficult to penetrate the quilt made of that layer of sand without a sharp edge.

Seeing that this method worked, the Huns immediately stopped a thousand-man team, each of whom rushed forward with a blanket of sand.

In their hands, instead of swords, they were holding mutton fat and fire folds of the Huns.

The Huns were not stupid, they had long understood that if they wanted to attack the city in the clouds, they would have to destroy those pillboxes.

It's just that the material of these pillboxes is too strong, and the Huns tried all the methods to break it with force, but they all failed. Now you can only try to attack with fire.