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As soon as he thought of the last critical moment of scaring to death, this "sissy" reckless action almost scared him to death, Song Jing was depressed and shouted angrily, who knew that Li Ming suddenly sat up and smashed it with a charming white eye.

Although it is a little weird, except for the word charming, Song Jing really can't find the words to describe him as a little brother Li for a while.

What especially made his heart beat was that after smiling, Li Ming suddenly leaned over, and his red mouth was actually lightly covered on his broad forehead, and the coldness with the aroma made Song Chuhe's heartbeat beat a little faster.

No way? Brother has also developed a tendency to break his sleeves and split peaches?

Song Jing was full of chaos, Yao Chong was not, even if it was wrapped in silk and a pair of softness pressed on him, it still made Yao Chong's cold hair stand up, and the reaction brought by that kind of contact was incomparable.

But watching Li Ming kiss Song Jing's forehead, for a moment, the same sourness and jealousy also rose in Yao Chong's heart, and just when he was surprised and tried his best to curb this emotion, the cold softness also fell on his own forehead.

"You're all my brothers!"

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"Oops, it's a big loss, it's a big loss, and I've been kissed by a man!"

While walking back, Song Jing was still rubbing his forehead and muttering sheepishly. Without the sharp teeth and sharp mouth of the past, Li Ming followed with a blushing face, and he couldn't refute a word, but Yao Chong was full of irritability and yelled very unevenly.

"Okay, Brother Song, don't get cheap and sell well!"

"What a sale, this is for my daughter-in-law!"

Song Jing continued to speak without shouting, which made Li Ming's delicate cheeks even more flushed.

But at this moment, near the tent of the captain, several pro-soldiers suddenly hurriedly greeted them, and after seeing the faces of the three people, they knelt down on one knee anxiously and prayed.

"Lieutenant Zhichong, Lieutenant Guoyi, Lord Sima, Zhonglang will return to the camp and send someone to urgently recruit you over!"

Seeing that there was an extra anxiety on the sweaty faces of several people, Yao Chong's heart was cold.

"I know, let's go!" Song Jing's face also became serious, and he nodded in agreement.

After two injuries of the Confucian soldiers, now a new pattern has been formed, from the original Confucian soldiers and the recruited cavalry soldiers, two brigades of cavalry were formed, and the remaining soldiers who experienced life and death battles were evenly divided into various battalions, with the leadership of these veterans, the combat effectiveness of the Confucian soldiers has been significantly improved, although it is not up to the first-class army such as King Tielin of Fujian, it is not a tofu soldier at all, and the general government soldiers are on an equal footing, and even surpass.

On weekdays, Xue Ne's handsome tent also fell on the cavalry, and more than 2,000 infantry were basically handed over to Yao Chong and Song Jing to manage.

After walking from the infantry camp for a while to the cavalry camp, Song Jing originally thought that what they encountered today was bizarre enough, and when he saw the cavalry, he knew what battlefield quality was.

On the front line, any situation can be encountered!

A strong smell of blood permeated the camp, and it was obvious that the cavalry was sparsely scattered, and they were sitting on the ground tiredly, and they could faintly see the scars and blood stains on their bodies.

The horses were also panting, and in the cold night, the heat was steaming on the horses, and while they were chewing the forage, the horses were still snorting restlessly.

Originally, I thought that Xue Ne couldn't go out of the city to hunt today, but Song Jing also complained that there was such a big event, and he was not the main general, but looking at the current situation, Xue Ne experienced more today than they feared.

After informing the soldiers, the three of them opened the tent and entered, and the scene inside shocked the three of them again.

A bloody Arab, a real Arab with blurred flesh and blood, was lying on the couch, and the infirmary was bandaging him, and on the one hand, this man was still as if he was injured and not his own body, and on the other hand, Xue Ne, who was listening, although better than him, was no less terrifying.

The bright light armor he was wearing, with more than 20 feather arrows pierced in front of and behind him, and there was faint blood leaking out of it.

"General, your wounds!" Forgot to salute, Song Jing said with shocked concern, but Xue Ne, who listened to it, shook his head with an emotional look.

"In the past, when I saw my father, the soldiers in the army always felt unconvinced with a look of admiration, but now I know that heroes are not good."

"Okay, it's all skin trauma, it's not a big deal!" After sighing with emotion, looking at Li Ming, who was shrinking behind, he frowned, and Xue Ne immediately said to Song Jing heavily: "I called you here this time, because something big is going to happen......

"I know that this afternoon there are Bedouin gaps in the city, provoking the concern of the Great Min and the local clans, it seems that the desert people are about to brew the next round of attacks, general, we should be prepared in advance!"

Thinking of the thrilling afternoon, Song Jing hurriedly reported in a hurry, and Xue Ne, who listened to it, was surprised, and then, he shook his head again.

"The thief Saladin is indeed going to continue to attack, but not us!"

Looking at the scarred Arabs on the side, Xue Ne was glad again.

This person was a general under the command of the governor of Basra in the Arab Empire, and was ordered to go to Fujian to contact and ask for help.

The Arab Abbasids and the Great Min once mobilized the strength of the whole country, hundreds of thousands of people were bloodied on the battlefield, and in the end, the Abbasid governors were forced to ask for help like the Great Min.

In the morning, what Xue Ne saw was the battlefield where the cavalry messengers who broke through Basra and the desert cavalry under the command of Caliph Saladin fought on the battlefield, and when Xue Ne led the troops to arrive, the battle was over, leaving more than 100 corpses, and the fugitives and pursuers went deeper into the border of the Great Min country to the rear.

Regardless of the side, it was obvious that they looked down on the city of Qom, which greatly annoyed Xenne, and he did not stop doing anything, and the famous general then led the cavalry to chase him for more than a hundred miles, until evening.

In a river valley, Saladin's men had succeeded, the Basra messenger had been slain, and by the fire, it was unknown which tribal chief was torturing the bandaged Arab.

Back then, when the Tang Dynasty broke the Turkic Khan's tent, Su Dingfang led two hundred soldiers to attack the camp of tens of thousands of Jieli Khan, and Xue Ne also did not lack this courage, leading more than 100 cavalry under his command to rush into the interception army of unknown people of the desert tribe.

I didn't expect that the army with such a small number of Fujian people would dare to take the initiative to attack, and the Bedouin tribe was rushed into chaos, and Xue Ne snatched this guy out.

Fortunately, he was snatched out, and through the translation of the Persians under his command, Xue Nefang knew how much of a conspiracy was brewing in the desert barbarians facing the Min army.

"There may be an Arab attack on Qom City tonight, you must organize enough men to guard the east and west gates!"

"Whoa!"

Listening to Xue Ne's orders, and didn't ask too much, Song Jing immediately responded simply, looking at his now capable appearance, Xue Ne hesitated for a moment, and then cautiously ordered: "Go back and get ready, maybe I will return to the Chinese army for a few days, Qom City is the southwesternmost fortress of my Great Fujian, and I will entrust it to you for a while!"

Hearing this, Song Jing's body immediately trembled, just because he had led the Confucian soldiers into battle, he knew that the general of an army, no matter how small the army was, how heavy the responsibility was, but he didn't expect Xue Ne to entrust the Confucian soldiers to him.

But after only being stunned for half a second, Song Jing, who had grown up, agreed cleanly.

"Whoa!"

I could vaguely feel the breath of the big war, and when I got out of the tent, the bodies of the three people were still trembling with excitement, and while walking, Yao Chong, who was the most thoughtful, was still muttering dissatisfied.

"General Xue Lang is really, he talks a lot, whether to fight or not?"

"Military orders are like mountains, and if they are not secret, they will lose their troops, and it makes sense that General Xue doesn't tell us." After scolding Yao Chong, Song Jing turned his head with concern and asked Li Ming behind him: "Little Brother Li, you know Arabic, what did that barbarian tough guy say just now?"

Looking at this duplicitous guy with some amusement, Li Ming shook his head helplessly and said, "If I heard correctly, that person is shouting that he is from the Basra Governor's Palace, and he wants to see Li Yexu and Manager Li as soon as possible!"

"Basra?"

Listening to this geographical term, Yao Chong's little white face was full of disappointment, and he couldn't help but pat his head in disappointment.

"Looks like it has nothing to do with us!"