Chapter 619: The Battle of Mangya

The ancient Dabsunnoor, there are two beautiful rivers, they are the Golmud River and the Qaidam River, standing on the Dulan Plateau, feeling the hunting wind. The wind of the plateau, with a bit of earthy yellow, is a kind of wildness that belongs to the northwest, and there is no boundary as far as the eye can see. If Zhao Yougong wanted to conquer any place, it must be the Uighurs of Xizhou, because there are green grasslands and the richest horse farm in the northwest. If there is a horse farm, there will be cavalry, and if there is cavalry, you can gallop the world.

It has been half a month since Pang He left, and now it is approaching the end of February, and the wild wind in the northwest has already warmed up, but there has been no movement in Hoh Xili. Zhao Yougong is really worried about Pang He and Zheng Biao, don't have any accidents, because there is the Hoh Xil Mountains, and if there is an accident, the entire army may be buried. Zhao Yougong was a little worried about Pang He, but Xiao Zhiyun of the restaurant wanted to open it very much, she was holding a horsewhip in her hand, dangling it around, and her leisurely appearance made people envious. The wind is very strong, but there is a warm sun in the sky, and the Golmud River is like a silver ribbon, lying quietly in the yellow Gobi, and there is a little starlight on the water surface, as if there is something hidden in the water. Xiao Zhiyun is a person with a habit of cleanliness, and it is precisely since she came to the vicinity of Dulan that she has not taken a bath for several days. I don't know what Xiao Zhiyun thinks, she lost the whip, gently wiped her hair with her right hand, took off the hairpin, and beckoned to Ana in the distance, "Ana, my father-in-law is going to take a bath, go and prepare." ”

Princess Xiao's voice is not small, Zhao