Nan Baoyi raised his eyebrows: "You are so calm, did you expect that Yin Chaozong was the leader of the mountain bandits, and also expected his alliance with the second brother?" ”

"Nope. Yin Chaozong's move was unexpected to me. Shen Yichao fiddled with the chess basket, "It is worthy of being a man who won the ten counties in the southwest, Xiao Daoyan is indeed powerful." It's just ......"

He calmly picked up a white chess piece and landed on the chessboard: "It's just that he has a back hand, and I may not have it." ”

On the chessboard, the sunspot attacked fiercely, while the white turned the attack into defense and gradually retreated to the southwest corner.

Nan Baoyi had learned chess games, and with sharp eyes, he found that as Baizi retreated, a sinister and cunning trap was gradually weaving into shape in the southwest corner, waiting for Kuroko to throw himself into the net.

It seems to be a move to retreat and escape, but it is deliberately luring the enemy deeper!

With a jump in her eyelids, she picked up the telescope again.

The dust is billowing on the battlefield.

Yin Taishou never expected that the mountain bandit would be his eldest son.

His army suffered heavy losses from the enemy.

He couldn't help but curse loudly, absconded in the chariot to the southwest, shouting for the withdrawal of his troops.

Nan Baoyi whispered: "The southwest direction leads directly to Luoyang, he wants to defend Luoyang City?" However, if the army besieged Luoyang City and the city was not well supplied, he would be defeated sooner or later. Shen Yichao, what is the purpose of your move? ”

The wind on the battlefield, with a bloody breath.

Shen Yichao held the tea in his hand and smiled: "Look at it." ”

Walking from the battlefield to Luoyang, the mountains are undulating and stacked on the way, and the throat road that must be passed is the path between the two mountains, the mountain walls on both sides of the trail are towering into the clouds, and thousands of big Buddhas are carved, which is magnificent when looking up.

The trail was narrow enough for only four or five horses to cross side by side.

Xiao Yi, Shen Yijue and Yin Chaozong took the lead and walked outside the trail, and Xiao Yi grabbed the reins.

He tilted his head.

Some of the Buddha statues on the mountain wall are solemn, some are always smiling, sitting or lying, and the posture is different.

It was obviously a static picture, but somehow, he felt that they were staring at him, and those dignified expressions gradually distorted and strange, making all kinds of sounds of squirting and talking.

It's like talking about his past invincibility, killing and recklessly.

His hand holding the Mo knife tightened and tightened.

"King Yong!"

A loud shout came from the front.

Xiao Yi came back to his senses.

Looking up, Shen Yijue and Yin Chaozong had already ridden their horses into the mountain trail and were turning back to urge him.

He steadied himself.

Looking around, the terrain here is almost a line of sky.

If Yin Sinian is a little smarter, he will set up an ambush here......

Thinking so, the thousands of troops behind him had already chased after him, passing him like flowing water, and following Shen Yijie like a pilgrimage.

Xiao Yi always held the reins.

Shen Yijue's marching style is too straightforward and decisive, he likes to chase after victory in one go, and likes to use overwhelming force to deal with the enemy.

And Yin Chaozong suppressed it for ten years, and today he was finally able to raise his eyebrows, and this joy diluted his previous vigilance, making him as unscrupulous as Shen Yijue.

But he's different.

In today's battle, he is the boss.

He had to think more.

The blood stains on the Mo knife slowly dripped to the ground.

Thousands of horses crossed his flanks and galloped toward the depths of the trail, while he stood quietly like a stone in the middle of the river.

He narrowed his eyes.

Where has Shen Yichao gone these days?

Yin Sinian didn't have a military advisor by his side to give advice, is it possible that Shen Yichao chose to take refuge in him for the sake of the cold smoke?

If Shen Yichao was in Luoyang, what idea would he have for Yin Sinian?

The wind from the depths of the valley was blowing in and was slightly cold.

His hand holding the Mo Dao tightened and tightened, and he suddenly looked in the direction of Laojun Mountain.

Through the clouds, the stone pavilion was faintly visible.

Can you trust it?

Yin Sinian has Shen Yichao in the rear, and he also has Xiao Sui in the rear.

He won't lose the game between forces, and Xiao Sui shouldn't lose the game between military advisors, right?

He had very little contact with that brother.

However, in this life-and-death battle, he chose to trust him.

Xiao Yi turned the Mo knife and resolutely rode his horse into the mountain path.

……

Watchtower.

Shen Yichao played with a few chess pieces, and suddenly dropped one on the southwest corner with a smile.

White, who had been defeated, turned the tide in an instant, and the severed dragon revived, attacking the sunspots with teeth and claws, trapping them in a trap.

"Enlistment."

He said.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion suddenly came from the southwest.

Nan Baoyi was so shocked that even the telescope fell to the ground, and hurriedly picked it up, but saw thick smoke billowing from the southwest, and explosions were heard one after another!

The towering mountain walls collapsed one after another, burying all the soldiers and horses that merged into the sky under the boulders and dirt!

Nan Baoyi's hands and feet were cold.

Her delicate little face lost its blood, and her heartbeat unconsciously accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

"Second Brother ......"

She was dumbfounded.

Suddenly, a dagger slipped out of the girl's sleeve, she turned around and grabbed Shen Yichao's collar, and pressed the dagger against his neck.

The beautiful Danfeng's eyes were dyed crimson, her lips trembled, and the hand holding the knife trembled.

The dagger inadvertently pierces the flesh.

Beads of red blood bubbled out, dyeing Shen Yichao's white collar a dark color.

Shen Yichao lowered his eyes, glanced at her trembling hands, and raised his thin lips: "You are afraid, you are afraid that Xiao Daoyan will die, aren't you?" ”

"Scared?"

Nan Baoyi's eyes were even redder.

Her eyes were clearly full of tears, but she refused to shed tears, but laughed out loud under the man's gaze.

She raised her chin and paused word by word: "I'm not afraid, but angry, angry that you are not even as good as a beast!" You murdered the army of the imperial court, you murdered the royal family to whom you should be allegiant, and you even murdered your own brother......"

Her voice trembled violently.

She stared at Shen Yichao, and Danfeng had a strong hatred in her eyes.

The little Langjun in front of him is stunningly talented in white, he is clearly a noble son with a crown full of Beijing, and he clearly has a splendid future for the marquis to worship the prime minister, but it is extremely disgusting!

In this world, how can anyone be so indifferent as this?

In the face of the girl's angry scolding, Shen Yichao smiled gently.

He grabbed Nan Baoyi's wrist and slowly stood up.

In the end, he is a man, and his strength is much greater than Nan Baoyi.

Nan Baoyi's wrist bone was held painfully, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground and was stepped on by Shen Yichao.

She shouted angrily: "Shen Yichao-"

"Smack!"

Shen Yichao raised his hand and gave her a slap in the face.

Half of Nan Baoyi's head buzzed.

The five red fingerprints on the snow-white cheeks are particularly clear and cruel.

Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and a few strands of broken hair fell from the corners of his forehead, adding to the embarrassment.

She was stunned and slowly raised her head.

Shen Yichao smiled, his eyes were full of excitement and anger that he had never seen before: "I want to hit you, it's been a long time." Back when I was in Jinguancheng, I really wanted to give you a slap in the face. Nan Baoyi, what qualifications do you have to dictate to me? What right do you have to persuade Yanyan to leave me? ”