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It was supposed to be a sunny day, but in the blink of an eye, it was shrouded in dark clouds, and it began to rain in a dripping manner, and after a while, it was even more rainy.

The rain fell from the sky, watering out the remaining sparks in Beiliang City, and also washing away the devastation and blood.

Xuanyuan Chen was lying in a carriage, leaning on the soft animal skin under him, and the past two hours were the most comfortable time he had ever had in so many days.

He was so tired that he had been stabbed in the shoulder again, and he was exhausted to the point of exhaustion under the effect of blood loss from the wound, but he kept holding on until the noise of killing was far away from his ears, and everything fell silent.

The Han army won, the victory was sudden, and the victory was beyond everyone's expectations.

Batu couldn't think of it, and Xuanyuan Chen couldn't think of it, only Leng Junao knew early on that the final outcome of the decisive battle outside Beiliang City was because he came, and he didn't come alone.

500 cavalry, or 500 remnants, they came from Beishan, and under the siege of 80,000 Jin troops led by Borjueluo, the lord of Dajin State, they held on to Beishan for ten days.

Leng Junao was originally stationed in Quarry Fort, but when the Jin army went south, he saw the turbulent enemy situation, decisively abandoned the garrison, and gathered several troops and retreated to the steep North Mountain, relying on the terrain to block the Jin army to the greatest extent.

However, although Beishan was steep, the Han army lacked soldiers and food, and it was only a matter of time before it was captured.

There were more than 10,000 people and horses, and only 500 were left after a breakthrough, and the tragic battle experienced by Leng Junao could be seen.

After the Jin army annihilated the main force of the Han army in Beishan, it did not chase after Leng Junao's five hundred fish that slipped through the net, but it also brewed a bitter fruit and made Batu outside Beiliang City suffer a devastating blow.

How can the three thousand Jin Army, who have been gritting their teeth and persevering, and the Jin Army, which is at the limit of both spirit and body, withstand the impact of the five hundred cavalry that descended from the sky like a divine soldier.

Even if Leng Junao's 500 cavalry fled for 100 miles, it can be said that there are no people and horses, but which of these Han soldiers who can escape from the siege of 80,000 enemy troops is not the best in the army, with the front and rear attacks of the defenders of Beiliang City, even if Batu's 3,000 gold army is fearless of life and death, how can it resist?

In just half an hour of incense, the 3,000 Jin Army was almost wiped out.

The reason why it is said almost and not all is because Batu, as the commander of the Jin army, was lucky not to die, and he was rescued from the battlefield by Azige, who appeared in time.

When Azige pursued the Han cavalry that fled from Beiliang City, there were almost five or six hundred men and horses in his department, but he didn't dare to fight Leng Junao's five hundred remnants.

He really didn't dare, the 50,000 gold army would be defeated, not to mention that he only had a few hundred cavalry.

With the escape of Azige, the battle of Beiliangcheng came to an end, and the Han army achieved a miraculous victory, but behind the victory was the cost of nearly eighty percent of the casualties of more than 10,000 defenders, as well as the destruction of 100,000 border troops of the Han Dynasty.

Dahan won a battle, but Daikin won a battle.

And before Xuanyuan Chen fell asleep from fatigue, he gave the last order to give up Beiliang City, which also meant that he gave up Beiliang City to Dajin.

This was a helpless move, but for the sake of the 100,000 people in the city, he had to do it.

In the carriage, Xuanyuan Chen's consciousness gradually woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar figure sitting on his knees beside his couch, sleeping with his head on his side.

Xuanyuan Chen took a closer look and recognized it as his little sister Xuanyuan Ruyue.

Xuanyuan Ruyue, who was sleeping, blushed and fluttered, with a few strands of loose hair on her sideburns, and long, neat and fine eyelashes covering her eyes, sleeping peacefully and sweetly.

The rain was pouring outside the car, and the sound of the rushing rain disturbed people's moods.

Xuanyuan Chen's heart is surprisingly calm, this calm comes from Xuanyuan Ruyue, whenever there is the company of the other party, Xuanyuan Chen's heart is not cold when killing, only warm as spring.

The heavy rain was like a note, and there was some moisture in the car, Xuanyuan Chen saw that his sister only had a cushion under her shoulders, so she sat on the pedal to rest, and had the heart to cover her with a quilt.

Xuanyuan Ruyue was awakened by the knock on the door, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Xuanyuan Chen who was looking at her with a smile, and suddenly her eyes widened, and she was very happy: "Brother, are you awake, do you feel hungry?" As she spoke, she picked up a purse wrapped in brocade cloth beside her, and carefully opened it, and inside were two crystal clear osmanthus cakes.

Xuanyuan Chen smiled gently, took the osmanthus cake and took a bite, and asked, "Yue'er, is my mother okay?"

Xuanyuan Ruyue nodded and said: "Mother is fine, in the carriage in front, General Shangguan arranged for two servants to serve with him, and my brother doesn't have to worry about it." She was about to say more, but there was another knock on the car door.

Xuanyuan Chen frowned slightly, stepped forward to push the car door to take a look, and saw a man in a cloak standing in front of the car.

In the wind and rain, the man stood there motionless like a stone carving, his cold and arrogant eyes seemed to have no focus, his dark eyes were full of loneliness, his black messy hair was scattered in his ears, and there was an extremely cold aura around him.

The man raised his head, his eyes slightly widened under the cover of his messy hair, the corners of his stiff mouth twitched, and his pale, bloodless cheeks twitched suddenly, as if the flesh of his face was a mask that only touched a certain part.

Xuanyuan Ruyue touched the man's eyes, and suddenly felt that he was enveloped by a chill, as if he was being stared at by a bloodthirsty beast.

Under the motionless gaze of the man's eyes, a sense of fear that seemed to be able to squeeze a person's soul out of his body tightly choked Xuanyuan Ruyue's throat.

Xuanyuan Ruyue's eyes widened in fear, and his face was pale and bloodless, like a frightened fawn.

Xuanyuan Chen gently patted the back of Xuanyuan Ruyue's hand, and said softly: "Yue'er, go to your mother!"

Feeling the temperature from her brother's hand, and the voice that was most worthy of her dependence, Xuanyuan Ruyue's face softened slightly, and after a nostalgic glance at Xuanyuan Chen, she walked out of the carriage quickly.

From beginning to end, Xuanyuan Ruyue didn't dare to touch the man's gaze outside the car again.

When Xuanyuan Ruyue left, the man set his eyes on Xuanyuan, his eyes were as sharp as the blade of a sword drawn out, but it seemed to be a little less murderous.

Xuanyuan Chen looked at the man with a calm face, shook his head slowly, and said, "She is my sister, you shouldn't scare her." His tone was very casual, as if he had known the man for many years, and in fact they had never crossed paths before today, and had never spoken a word.

However, Xuanyuan Chen recognized the man's identity at a glance.

It's none other than Leng Junao, who is fighting side by side with Xuanyuan Chen, only he has such a fierce momentum.

Leng Junao heard Xuanyuan Chen's reproachful words, hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a low voice, "Why did I scare her?"

Xuanyuan Chen smiled lightly, he found that Leng Junao seemed to like to ask questions very much, it was Batu who was questioned by him on the battlefield that had just ended, and now it was his turn again.

Leng Junao saw that Xuanyuan Chen was silent, and looked back at Xuanyuan Ruyue, who had not gone far, as if asking himself, "I didn't scare her." As soon as the words changed, Leng Junao looked at Xuanyuan Chen, and his voice became cold: "You are really the King of Beiliang?" ”

Batu was surprised by Xuanyuan Chen's birth, Leng Junao obviously had the same curiosity, Xuanyuan Chen was not surprised by this, he didn't admit or deny it, but asked in a quiet tone: "I'm not the King of Beiliang, so who is it?"

Leng Junao's eyes sank, and he asked, "Who is your sword mage?" He had seen Xuanyuan Chen's sword technique, so he asked this question, and the tone of his question was not a trace of respect, perhaps because he was suspicious of Xuanyuan Chen's identity, or maybe he didn't care about a great Han prince at all.

Xuanyuan Chen was silent, his sword technique was summed up in countless killings in his previous life, but as a puppet prince who does not leave the mansion for half a step all the year round, how could he have a chance to fight?

Leng Junao asked Xuanyuan Chen's key point with a single word, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Xuanyuan Chen, looking for possible flaws in the other party.

Xuanyuan Chen didn't speak for a long time, he wasn't afraid that his identity would be exposed, after all, except for his soul, his whole body was like a fake, and he was a veritable King of Beiliang.

The atmosphere was a little deadlocked, and Leng Junao asked again, "Why don't you speak?"

A trace of coldness flashed in Xuanyuan Chen's eyes, and he said, "You seem to have a little more questions, and you should not be qualified to question me, the lord of the Han Dynasty!" As he spoke, Xuanyuan Chen reprimanded loudly: "Leng Junao, you are too rude!"

If you can't explain it clearly, then you will overwhelm people with power!

In the face of Xuanyuan Chen's sudden strength, Leng Junao was silent for a long time before he asked sarcastically, "Am I rude?" Because you are a descendant of the Xuanyuan clan? ”

After a pause, Leng Junao raised his head and laughed wildly, like a madman, and when the laughter dissipated, his eyes became red as blood, and he roared like an uncontrollable emotion: "Your Xuanyuan clan can't give me enough food and clothing, can't give me peace and well-being, and can't even save my family's lives, how can I respect!" ”

The night is as cold as water, and the cold gentleman's arrogance is as cold as ice.

The sky was dotted with raindrops, like tears in his heart.

All kinds of past events shuttled through his mind, Leng Junao actually knelt down slowly, and his body kept trembling.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't make a sound; He wanted to shout, but he was speechless; He wanted to be angry, but the blood in his body felt like it had been drained. There was only an inexplicable and endless sadness left in his heart! Tumbling and filling the chest!

Suddenly, Leng Junao's arm sank, and he roared angrily, the sound cracked through the clouds and rain, sounding like thunder, mixed with infinite sadness, and like a wounded beast, it let out a desperate and sad roar before dying.

The Han soldiers near the carriage were all awe-inspiring, and Xuanyuan Chen looked at Leng Junao who was kneeling on the ground, with a complicated expression mixed with a trace of sympathy.

What exactly has this man been through? It's so painful!

Just when Xuanyuan Chen was questioning in his heart, a sharp howl sounded in his ears, like a ghost crying: "The Han court is incompetent, the sky has no eyes, I hate, I really hate it!" ”

The voice had an indescribable sense of grief and indignation in the middle of the night, and several people around heard it, and they all felt chills in their hearts.

I saw that Leng Junao finally stood up, and in the bitter rain, his handsome face had been distorted, and his eyelids kept shaking, shaking his cheeks together.

In the miserable rain, his beating face had an indescribable hideous meaning in the thunderstorm.

He stood there, letting the rain hit his head and face, looked down at Xuanyuan Chen, and said: "What the big man can't do, I will do it, I will use the sword in my hand to kill the enemy!" ”

The face is like a ghost, and the sound is shaking the sky!

After listening to Leng Junao's words, Xuanyuan Chen seemed to understand where the man's suffering and sorrow came from, it was hatred, unforgettable hatred!

The heavens and the earth are thundering, the lightning is like a tide, and the man is bright and flickering, like a transformation.

Under those scorching eyes, Xuanyuan Chen forcibly suppressed the agitation in his heart and said: "I don't care if you are dissatisfied with the Han Dynasty, but since you are a Han soldier, when foreign enemies invade, you should wholeheartedly defend the land and protect the family, and do your duty for the Han people all over the world!" ”

Xuanyuan Chen did not mention the Han court, but only said that the people of the Han family, hoping to avoid the resentment in Leng Junao's heart.

Leng Junao's face softened a little after hearing this, his demeanor gradually became calmer, and he said, "On the battlefield, I will do what I have to do." After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but his body was stagnant, and he said: "You can get to Heishui in half a day, you need to plan early."

Xuanyuan Chen's expression was stunned when he heard this, and he looked up at the rain and fog in the distance, his mind was racing, and his eyes were cloudy......