The sky is high and the clouds are light, but there is an endless sea of fog under your feet.

The blackbird flew overhead with a scream.

Xiao Yu stood on the Eagle Chew, as small as a speck of dust. The cold wind swept away the clouds in the sky, and then whistled down Xiao Yu's shoulder, pouring into the Thousand Blades Cliff. At the bottom of the cliff, in the Valley of Dragon's Whiskers, the warriors escorted groups of captives, pushed them into huge baskets, slowly hoisted them to the top of the cliff, and then lowered them from the back of the Sky Eagle Mouth, there were too many prisoners, more than the dead in the Valley of Dragon's Whiskers, the hanging baskets went up and down for three days, and still not finished hanging, in order to reduce the weight of the hanging baskets, the armor on the captives was stripped off, and the same was true of the thick clothing, and their hands and feet were also tied, huddled together like pigs.

That's how brutal war is.

When he was about to storm the Sky Eagle Mouth, Xiao Yu was one step ahead of him, and seven thousand warriors rushed down from both sides, overturned the camp tent, stepped on the stove, and cut the 30,000 army of Yurov into five sections, which were not connected from end to end. There were exclamations, galloping horses, screams everywhere, and the most powerful sharp knife was composed of the ghost car army, Xiao Yu ran in the front, carrying a long sword on her back, and a butterfly wing in her hand. The enemy who hurriedly took up arms was not the opponent of the ghost car army, there were high mountains on both sides, they had nowhere to escape, they could only retreat in a hurry, one by one, people trampled on people, horses trampled on people, cars trampled on people, and more people were trampled to death than they were killed in battle.

Yurov ran away and ran away with more than a thousand remnants.

Xiao Yu thought that he would definitely not flee back to Que City, and if he went back, Song Boyo would definitely cut off his head. Almost, almost I will catch him, if I catch him, I will thank him for letting us go to find Hou Zi, in order to repay him, I will let him have a full meal, I will give him whatever he wants, and then let Xiong Zhan lift him up, I will use Hou Zi's sword against his back, pierce the tip of the sword into his spine, and then slowly pierce it through the gap in the bones, all the way to his heart, and watch him die, just like he did with Hou Zi back then. It's a pity that he still let him run, almost, just a little.

Xiao Yu was a little remorseful, it would be nice if he was faster, but he couldn't escape, as long as he was still in the Song Kingdom, sooner or later, I would catch him.

"It was a great victory."

The lord of the Eagle Mouth walked towards Xiao Yu, wearing gray armor and a sword hanging from his waist, and at the last moment, the old lord also rushed down from the Eagle Mouth with a sword, taking all his warriors with him, and besides, there were also his men in the army of 30,000 in Yurov, that was his righteous son, and it was the man who put a fire behind Yurov's back and set the camp on fire, so that the army of 30,000 people fell into a complete panic.

Now the man walked beside the old lord, a young man, tall and thin, about twenty years old, with long slanted eyes like two iron hooks, and lips so thin that they could barely be seen. He is also a lord, a small lord near the Valley of Dragonbeard, with a ten-mile fiefdom. This time, he was in charge of collecting grain and grass for Yurov.

His name is Mi Yu, in fact, he should be called Feng Yu, because the old lord once told Xiao Yu that this person is not his righteous son, but his own son, the son born to him and other people's wives, so the old lord will say that he will never betray himself.

The two walked up to Xiao Yu, and Xiao Yu took a closer look, and the young man and the old lord didn't look alike at all. However, she didn't care whether the blood of these two people was really connected, and as a worthy prince, she had to commend her brave and loyal vassals, and she gave the old lord a small river in the Valley of the Dragon's Whisker and twenty miles of land along the river, and gave the young man who did not know whether it was the wind or the miyu a forest.

"As long as the Aquila Tsui does not sink into the ground, the Feng Clan will always be loyal to you, my lord."

"The same is true of the Yu family."

The old lord was half-kneeling on the ground, leaning on his iron sword and weeping gratefully, but the young man was silent.

Xiao Yu won the war, captured more than 20,000 people, got more than 20,000 pieces of armor, 5,000 horses, 800 chariots, and countless weapons, and now, as long as she wants, she can pull up a powerful army at any time and sweep through the Dragon Whisker Valley for one hundred and twenty miles, and even further. After this battle, the Yin State was truly established.

"Your Majesty, there are eight lords who want to see you, and they are all vassals of your father. Whether you want to summon them, now, they are in the Eagle's Mouth. The old lord leaned over and looked extremely respectful.

"Take them to my camp."

Xiao Yu's brows furrowed, and in an instant, she could guess who these lords were, if it was as expected, they were all lords near the Dragon Whisker Valley, and they were also her captives. Originally, she thought, I could have reduced you to slavery or sold them all, but now I am not short of money, and as a prince, I sometimes have to learn hypocritical kindness. Yes, now Xiaoyu lacks nothing.

The camp was just behind the Sky Eagle Chew, and Xiao Yu was sitting clean, and a hanging basket covered with three tiger skins was lowered from the Sky Eagle Chew. The old lord knew that Xiao Yu liked to ride up and down the hanging basket, so he specially prepared this gorgeous hanging basket for her.

Patches of captives were escorted to the camp, large groups of war horses were led to the camp by the warriors, Xiao Yu rode on horseback, escorted by eighty guards, all the way forward, all the warriors followed her with fiery eyes, as if looking at the god's mansion, and all the captives bowed their heads in shame, looking at their exposed toes.

In the camp, what you see is extremely shocking, the green dragon banner flutters in the wind, the armor and weapons are piled up into a mountain, more than 800 chariots surround the iron mountain, as far as the eye can see, they are all excellent chariots, only a little damaged, you only need to change the blood letter symbol on the wheel, you can go to the battlefield immediately.

I should be grateful to Song Boyo and Yurov for bringing me brilliant results. Xiao Yu squinted her beautiful big eyes and thought to herself.

The camp was expanding, and the people who built the camp were the nobles of Lanqiu and their warriors, and when they saw Xiao Yu, the nobles who were pointing fingers greeted them, complimenting them loudly, and some even sang goosebump-inducing hymns. There are also people kneeling in front of Xiaoyu's horse's head, snotting and tearing about their bitterness.

This is a group of nobles at both ends of the head, before the war came, they chose to betray and left Xiaoyu, but the war ended too quickly, and the ending was too incredible, so they could only turn around again, make a painful look, and beg for Xiaoyu's forgiveness.

"Rise up, you are all my loyal vassals."

Xiao Yu raised his hand on the horse, his face was expressionless, but he thought in his heart, it is all a hypocritical compliment, and I am also hypocritical benevolence, hypocritical majesty, in fact, I should also peel off the armor on your body, and then tie up your hands and feet, and then sell you all too. Now, though, I'm not short of money. You should be like me, thank Song Boyo, thank Yurov.

The big tent of the Chinese army was the first place to be expanded, it didn't look like a camp tent, but more like a tall wooden house, and Ji Ying walked around in front of the wooden house in brand new armor, with a steady-toed step. The same is true for the Tian brothers. Huo Xun was wearing a strange helmet on his head, which looked like a bird's head, and there were two long helmets on the back of his head, which fell all the way to his buttocks.

Xiao Yu asked him, "Where did you find it?" ”

Huo Xun is an honest man, he can't lie, his palm rubs the blade of the plate axe, and he said with a smile: "I found it in the big tent of the Chinese army in Yurov, and so did their armor." As he spoke, he pointed to the brothers of the Ji Ying and Tian clans. Honest people have also learned to be dishonest and pull people into the water.

"Huo One-eyed, you traitor."

Tian Zhong exclaimed exaggeratedly. Tian Li pulled out the bow in his hand and shot an arrow at Huo Xun. Huo Xun glared at him.

Xiao Yu smiled: "Very majestic." ”

"yes. I said that this helmet is very imposing, and it looks like a general. Huo Xun touched the helmet on his ass and smirked.

"You're meant to be a general."

Xiao Yu smiled slightly, and the mustache on her lips curled, which was very good-looking. The war is over, and the Yin State has a chance to breathe, and the next step is to consolidate forces and expand the territory, and the true followers should be rewarded, which is the first premise that a prince must learn.

Xiong Zhan stood in front of the door of the wooden house, his figure was too burly, there was no set of armor that could completely wrap him, he was wearing three sets of spliced armor, the style was very strange, but he didn't care, as long as it was heavy, he was a mobile fortress.

There was another person in front of the door, that person was from the Qi Kingdom, Meng Li, the younger brother of Meng Qi, the first swordsman in the world, he was only half a head shorter than Xiong Zhan, wearing special armor, and holding a huge and incomparable sword in both hands, like a sculpture. In this battle, Meng Li was as brave as the bear battle, he rode a tall war horse, brandished a giant sword and rushed into the enemy line, and the cold light of the dance stirred up waves of death.

It's good, like two gate god generals, just right to make those lords and captives remember how the war was won.

Xiao Yu walked to the wooden house.

Incense has been lit inside, all of which are precious spices, if it weren't for the old lord Fengyi, it would be the nobles of Lanqiu. Xiao Yu walked to the back of the low desk and sat down, took off his helmet and put it on the desk. Ji Ying sat at the bottom of her, and the Tian brothers sat on the left and right. Tie Qiu Li was Xiao Yu's close guard, and he pressed his sword and stood behind Xiao Yu like a standard robber. At the door are Xiong Zhan and Meng Li.

The doors were wide open.

Looking out from the house, the nobles of Lanqiu were wandering outside, shrunken and afraid to come in, and the old lord brought eight captives, who still had ropes tied in their hands and ropes on their feet. They looked at Xiong Zhan and Meng Li at the door, their pupils constricting involuntarily.

Xiong Zhan and Meng Li looked at them like pigs.

A soldier stepped forward with a halberd and broke the ropes on the hands and feet of the captives, and no one dared to pick the ropes of the captives without Xiao Yu's order, including the old lord.

"Your Majesty, your loyal vassal, your poor captive begs to see."

"Come in."

Xiao Yu heard his indifferent voice.