In the gloomy mountains and forests, the woman clutched her chest, panted, and walked out step by step. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The moonlight was on the other side of the forest, and on her side, the shadow fell, and the woman stood on the edge of the shadow, and one step further was the meadow reflecting waves of arcs in the moonlight. The mountain wind blew, and the strips of light blew into the distance, and a hare emerged from the grass, glanced at her, and then jumped away in fright.

Behind her, there were stains of blood. The smell of blood, with a hint of mystery, then dissipated like a fluorescent.

The woman looked at the moonlight in front of her for a moment, then turned around and shuffled away along the edge of the shadow that had always wandered beyond the light.

In late May, the weather was as hot as the flames of war, and the bones on the ground and the people starving to death became the norm in the Central Plains. The war absorbed a large number of people, and these people were pushed into battle without much training.

There was some turmoil in the south because of the death of the new Son of Heaven, but at this time, people were more or less accustomed to it. It is impossible to imagine the days without the Son of Heaven, but what is the role of the Son of Heaven? Actually, people can't figure it out either.

The leaders of the rebel armies in the north, under the advocacy of Generalissimo Ning Jiang, jointly issued a declaration of resistance to barbarism, and for a time, all those with ambitions who wanted to take advantage of the death of the Son of Heaven did not dare to act rashly, so as not to become the enemy of the world. Gan Yushu rushed to the rear, sitting in Lin'an, the battle in front is still in full swing, all kinds of soldiers and horses take turns to attack the main force of the barbarian army led by the fierce investigation and assassination, almost every battle is extremely tragic, under the large number of casualties on both sides, the recovery of Haojing has become a matter of time.

At this time, when a seriously injured woman was going south alone, there was a team of people in the south who were rushing to the north.

This team of people is only five or six thousand, and the unusual thing is that almost every one of them in this team is a young man, both from the Daomen and the elites from various sects in the martial arts. These young people, who were originally going to devote themselves to the war, were full of enthusiasm, but in the past few months, they have been undergoing brutal training in the Linghai area, where no one knows, and now, they have finally begun to go to the front line.

With them went north, and the wagons, which were covered with black cloth and did not know what they were loaded.

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The war in the north is continuous, and on the Huiji Mountain in the south, it is the warbler Yanyan's, which is quite lively.

"When will my brother come back?" On the afternoon of that day, after practicing the sword, Xiaomeng held the little black cat called the knife, and took a bath in the spring pool opened up by the Yu ** department.

Do the math, she hasn't seen her brother for a long time, and now she even has to go down the mountain to buy the corset by herself, it feels really uncomfortable, without her brother's help to choose, when she started by herself, she often bought the wrong one, either too big or too small.

In her arms, the little black cat gently made a "meow" call.

Not too far away, on the other side, Jianli was lying naked on the stone next to her, looking like a dead fish. Her full and round breasts were pressed tightly against the stones, her hands stretched forward, and the water splashed and swayed, making her extremely attractive figure even more fragrant.

I don't know if it's because of the exercises, over the years, Xiaomeng's body hasn't grown much, what it was originally, and what it looks like now. Of course, this makes some women quite envious, but for her, she also has a little envy of the charm that Jianli has after gradually maturing, and the fullness that makes a man's heart beat even when she wears clothes.

Looking at Jian Li's half-kneeling by the pool, lazy, if she were a man, at this moment, she might not be able to help but go over and lift her buttocks......

"When the battle is over, I think I'll be back, right?" Chun Jianli turned over, her breasts swaying on the water...... I don't know when, in the days without him by his side, it's not even interesting to be a dead fish.

And no one was behind her, lifted her hips, and ...... What are you doing dead fish?

There was a sound of commotion outside, apparently the trio again. Since Baotong, Red Butterfly, and Xiaolu were sent here by Ning Jiang, there has not been a day of quiet here, and sometimes it is so good that it is terrible, and sometimes it is quarreled because of inexplicable trivial things, and the boat of friendship overturned without warning.

"Baotong's brother's business...... When are you going to talk to her? Xiaomeng whispered.

"After a while, right?" Jianli also had some hesitation.

They actually didn't know much about the things outside, and the death of Baotong's brother was also the news that Qin Wuyan brought back when he went down the mountain the last time. As for how to tell Baotong, the two of them haven't figured it out yet, or are they just keeping it a secret, waiting for him to come back?

The sound of giggling and fighting was getting closer and closer, but the latest one to run in was the Huangfu Heron, who jumped into the pool as soon as he took off his clothes, and splashed everywhere. "First!" She stood up in the water, raised her hands and exclaimed excitedly.

Jianli and Xiaomeng turned their heads to look together, and at the door outside, Baotong and Red Butterfly were scuffling on the ground.

"That's enough for you two." Behind the two girls who were scuffling, combing the flying fairy bun, who should be the oldest, but looked like a girl younger than anyone else, she covered her forehead speechlessly and shook it twice.

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The weather was so hot that even the air on the ground was steaming, as if there was green smoke rising from the ground, writhing one by one, and rising into the sky.

The soldier pushing the chariot kept moving forward in this hot land, and someone fell, and the descendants hurriedly carried him to a cool place for treatment.

Seven miles ahead of them, the soldiers who had arrived first had already set up camp, and the people were busy, and there were not many complaints except for the occasional muttering about the hot weather. Seeing that the triumphant song all the way, the unstoppable recovery of the lost land, and the victory made the soldiers at the bottom have more endurance, and the persistence of being able to see the dawn is often more durable.

On the mountainside behind, a young man with a folding fan looked at the ant-like swarms of troops advancing towards the camp that had not yet been set up at the foot of the mountain in front of him. It was really hot, and even if you didn't do anything, it was unbearably hot.

I really want to end all this as soon as possible, go back and hug Jianli and Xiaomeng to cool off, this ghost weather is really unbearable.

I didn't do anything, just looked at the busy young man, complaining about the unbearable weather, and at the bottom of the mountain behind, a messenger of cavalry arrived. After a while, Lei He Daoist stepped on the mountainside: "Childe, the Red Turban Army and the Weiyuan Army have captured Lingzhou City, and the next step is Haojing." ”

"Well, it's faster than I imagined, Zijin's art of war is getting better and better." The young man held his left hand and shook the fan vigorously.

"Childe," the Thunder Crane Daoist asked, "the Ghost Military Division's side sent someone to ask, but is there anything that needs to be explained?" The people who came were still waiting at the bottom of the mountain. ”

"It's fine." The young man continued to shake the fan, "Let him go and tell Zijin, let Zijin over there, see that it is done, uh-huh, I have confidence in them." ”

Lei He Daoren nodded, didn't say anything, just turned around and went down the mountain.

Since going north, although the war has never stopped, their army, except for the beginning, acted as a trap for the two brothers Xi Mengmad and Xi Yanshou to throw themselves into the net, in fact, they have not really fought with the enemy, but only advanced with the advance of the front line, and sometimes, they will rearrange the troops, replenish the soldiers on this side to the front, and add the reinforcements sent from the rear, or withdraw the tired soldiers from the front here.

The overall strength has not changed much, and the personnel have changed a lot, but if you really want to talk about it, so far, the road led by Ning Jiang has indeed not fought a tough battle, and Lei He Dao people themselves have not even had a chance to see the appearance of a living barbarian...... Those who were sent here were the heads of barbarian generals who had already been killed.

In this great era, with his military exploits, he became famous all at once, such as Meichuan Gongyue, who slashed seven generals in a row, Che Sheng, who held on to the "Blood Thorn Spear" who did not retreat in the 12th day of the bloody battle in Black Emperor City, and Zhao Feiran, the leader of Wubao, who has never been defeated like a sharp arrow, and so on.

As for people like Lu Yunfei, Wang Keyuan, Yue Qing, and Zhao Heng, who were originally on the rivers and lakes, they already had a lot of fame, or they had already shown extraordinary talents before, naturally needless to say, heaven and earth are all working together, basically every one of them is a great achievement on the battlefield, and most of them are relatively young, among which even the slightly older Zhao Heng is only thirty-six years old.

Although the generals who really killed the enemy were the generals on the front line, it was difficult to explain why, obviously they didn't really stand on the front line, more often than not, they were only in the rear, and Ningjiang, who advanced with the advance of the forward, had a feeling of "backbone" that he couldn't do without him. Obviously, it was someone else who went into battle, but it felt that as long as he was there, the balance of victory would already be on Huaxia's side, and if something happened to him, the entire front would collapse immediately.

Those who are good at the battle have no great achievements...... Maybe that's what it looks like, right?

Obviously he hasn't fought a hard battle, and he feels that everyone's credit can't be compared with him, which is indeed quite a magical thing, and what's even more amazing is that almost everyone takes it for granted, without any objections, if it is not for personal experience, Lei He Dao people are afraid and can't imagine such a situation.

In the summer, it gets dark late. When it was dark, the young man had already taken the people around him and stationed in the camp set up in front.

At night, the young man strolled out of the tent, holding his hands, looking up at the bright starry sky, and regretted a little that he did not let Wuyan pretend to be a personal soldier and stay by his side...... I always feel that these days, a lot of fire has slowly accumulated in my body.

Sure enough, it's still too idle...... He thought to himself!

At the same time, in the distant wilderness, the burly barbarian emperor carried a long-handled, huge mace, and a group of tired barbarian warriors rushed to Haojing in the night.

The sweaty BMW, covered with fat and flesh, was draped in fine soft armor, and the horse's hooves stepped on the grass, making a kicking sound. Tonight's stars are exceptionally shining, and the moon is a little dim. Haojing in front, the huge shadow of the fall of the tall city wall, is like a monster that wants to swallow life alive, swallow it, don't think about coming out again.

Even with the strength of the sect saint level, in just a few years, he swept the entire Central Plains with barbarian soldiers, and at this moment, this strong barbarian emperor began to have an indescribable sense of powerlessness. These days, there have been battles with Huaxia's side one after another, and he has personally gone into battle, killing many people, and almost no one can resist his toughness. However, the enemy is like a pack of wolves that pounce on them frantically, killing batch after batch, endlessly.

Why are these people so fearless of death? Are these really the Chinese people he knew in the past?

Before he left Yinchuan, these Chinese people were like weeds that couldn't help the wind, although they could grow, batch after batch, but in the final analysis, it was just the end of being slaughtered. However, in the blink of an eye, they turned into dragons flying out of the abyss, baring their teeth and claws, and tearing their enemies to pieces.

The overlord of Chu back then, who was the enemy of the world, almost killed all the heroes in the world, and after all, he could not escape the fate of the hero's end. Even if he sighed at the defeat of the overlord of Chu, but now think about it, how did he persist to that point in the desperate situation of the siege of the world?

Although they are all masters of the sect saint level, they have not yet achieved the amazing achievement of ten thousand people like the overlord of Chu, and the barbarian emperor who was forced to flee back to Haojing has already realized what it means to be ambushed from all sides.

Looking at the city gate getting closer and closer in front of him, for the first time in his life, his eyes looked dazed......

The gates creaked and opened inward. The Tiger Emperor led his men and horses to gallop into the city. The iron hooves shattered the silence of the night, and the cold moonlight spread like mercury on the wide official road. The river in the distance was filled with the smell of blood, and it was obvious that many people had been killed during the day. Once the most prosperous place in the world, even the stench of corpses wafted in the air at this moment.

The gates creaked, and behind him, they closed again. In the next few days, the hot weather did not get any better, and the smoke and dust from all walks of life also rolled in under the scorching sun. The city gate is opened from time to time, iron hooves go in and out, Haojing at this moment is like a woman who is washed away by the old and decrepit but is still trampled on.

In the battle of swords and swords, in June, outside the city walls of Haojing, a number of military camps were set up, and a large number of artillery pieces were assembled......