"Report!"

A shrill shout continued through the silent barracks.

The campsite of Zhu Chongba, the new emperor of the Great Xuan, is connected from end to end for several miles.

Rao is an urgent military report of hundreds of miles, and when it reached the big tent of the Chinese army in the camp of the Great Xuan New Emperor, it also passed half an hour.

During the period, all kinds of cumbersome inspections can be said to be the same.

The soldier in the negative armor holding the military token stepped into a huge tent with a diameter of more than ten meters between his steps.

Inside the tent, there was a man, middle-aged, sitting on a golden chair carved with a dragon.

Just after half of the night, it was the time when people were most tired and tired, but the man in the bright and beautiful dragon robe was in good spirits, and there was no fatigue at all.

The Great Xuan Dynasty has a rule that has been handed down since the time of the first emperor, and the generals do not have to kneel down on both knees when facing the saint, just one knee.

However, the soldier who shouted the loud word "report" before was kneeling on his legs, not only him, but even most of the ninety percent of the soldiers were also kneeling on the ground with their legs, the emperor and the monarch were polite to you, if you were really polite, wouldn't it be far from death?

What will happen to those people who have been of extraordinary grace and extraordinary grace that can be learned from history, and who have made these words true?

The carpet made of extremely rare and soft animal skins in the tent is buried for a long time without looking up.

At the front of the huge tent, the man on the dragon chair held a pair of toy objects in his right hand, constantly playing with them.

The soldiers kneeling on the ground in front of them, sweating profusely, continued to converge from their foreheads to their chins.

The silence is terrible.

Say. The man sitting on the top finally spoke.

The kneeling soldier was sweating even more, it was just like a small stream of water, and the soldier had a feeling that even if he was facing thousands of troops alone, he was more happy than at this time.

One is a long wait that he knows he will die, but the other does not know when he will die.

The soldier's voice trembled slightly: "The city, the city is broken." ”

There was a slight uproar in the big tent, and the one sitting on the dragon chair was silent for a long time.

On the side of the dragon chair, the little eunuch who was the first to discover the Great Xuan Xian Emperor, Xiao Anzi, and now Wei An, who is already the head of the inner servants, Xiao Anzi, who originally had the heart of death, can now be said to have ascended to the sky in one step.

Wei An turned his head to glance at the one on the dragon chair, and then said in a sharp voice, "Silence." ”

Then there was silence again in the tent.

The state of mind of the kneeling soldier at this time changed suddenly, he had been intimidating and intimidating before, but now his heart was horizontal, and he regarded himself as dead.

"Well, got it. The man at the front finally spoke, not loudly, but definitely everyone in the big tent listened to it in their ears and hearts.

Immediately, Wei An said in his throat again, "Retreat." ”

The kneeling soldiers seemed to be re-released, and after saluting, they dragged their tired steps and retreated from the big tent, one step at a time.

The seven or eight Xuangu ministers in the big tent who were called me overnight, at this time you look at me, I look at you, and after respectfully saluting, they retreated with great interest.

Tonight, I am afraid that except for the soldier who is completely said to have escaped death, he can sleep peacefully, and everyone in the big tent is afraid that no one will be able to sleep.

Wei An looked at the Ninety-Five Supreme beside him, and his master's face was actually a little happy, as if the news he had been waiting for for a long time had finally arrived.

If he didn't even have this bit of eyesight, how could he Wei An be able to climb from a martyred mortal body to the current position that can be described as one person under and ten thousand people, and the means of chance luck and his little Anzi are indispensable.

Therefore, Xiao Anzi, Wei An, the new head of the internal service, knows that the emperor is actually walking slowly, and this slowness is the sound of the next one, deliberately.

The purpose is to wait, waiting for a news like today, Wei Anxin even guessed that this news was most likely caused by his master.

It's just that he Wei An will not leak any of these thoughts in his life, and even after tonight, he needs to deliberately forget them.

Next to him, Wei An could feel the irrepressible joy under his body.

Tonight is brightly lit, and tomorrow is a gallop against the wind.

According to the Miasma Mountain, the Chaos Peak.

Lu Qi'er looked at the increasingly powerful claws on his shoulders, and couldn't help but turn his head to the hunchbacked old woman and said: "Your surname is Bao, Lao Tzu's leg is gone, what's the matter, you still want Lao Tzu's hand to be scrapped?"

In fact, Lu Qi'er didn't make a sound because of the pain in his shoulder, he was a martial artist of the Seven Realms who refused to resist the Miasma Mountain, and this pain was no different from tickling.

But after seeing that person, he had nothing to say, he couldn't just stand like this, you look at me, I look at you, if so, don't rush to kill him.

The palm on the right side of the shoulder was indeed still not taken away, and Lu Qi'er could even feel that the strength was three points even worse, but Lu Qi'er didn't say anything about taking it away.

The blind young man in a white-washed gray shirt was silent, and a jar of black pottery wine with mud marks appeared out of thin air in his right hand.

After a shake, the wine swayed slightly.

Resting on Lu Qi'er's ears, it was simply a heavenly sound.

But Lu Qi'er, who came back to his senses in an instant, couldn't be calm.

One shook his shoulder, broke away from the palm, and another stomped his foot, disappearing in an instant.

In the back corner of the eaves of the thatched house, Lu Qi'er's thunderous roar came, "You surnamed Liu are not fucking benevolent. ”

Stamping his foot again, Deer came again to the thatched hut, opposite the blind young man.

As soon as he turned his head, a boxy bamboo table was brought from the house, but only a bamboo bench was moved.

Whether it is a bamboo table or a bamboo bench, they are all old objects like the bamboo recliners, so when they are slightly pressurized, they are "creaking" straight sounds.

Lu Qi'er stretched out his hand towards the black pottery wine pot that was already sitting on the bamboo table, and poured it into the three extremely attractive black pottery light bucket wine cups one by one, and said while pouring: "What's the matter? Your surname Liu has become the boss of this gatekeeper, so you have to serve you intimately with Lao Tzu, not to mention drinking Lao Tzu's wine for nothing, and you have to let Lao Tzu serve you a pier, and drink comfortably?"

Immediately, Lu Qi'er raised her head again, and the hunchbacked old woman Bao Luan Yuan had already walked into the hut and twisted out two low bamboo stools with one hand.

When the three of them are seated, Lu Qi'er is in the center, the blind young man is on the left, and the hunchbacked old woman is on the right.

Lu Qi'er took the lead in picking up a wine bowl, without speaking, and took a deep sip of the aroma of wine, that is, he looked up and purified.