"Well killed!"

Su Yicongee, who came from the prancing horse, saw Le Muqin's corpse covered in blood, and couldn't help but shout this happy killing decisiveness, and he threw the long sword in his hand to Lu Yixuan.

The girl understood, took the cold green sword, and cut off the barbarian's head with her hand.

Blood-soaked yellow sand dripping in the wind, Lu Yixuan grabbed the scattered braided hair of the human head, and shouted at the chaotic camp: "Le Muqin is dead, those who are fearless of resistance will not be killed!" ”

The Beirong barbarians were in an uproar, and the leader's body and head were separated for a moment, so that the already chaotic military heart could not be condensed, and the ground was full of corpses and bones, and the blood flowed like rivers, adding desolation and misery to the desert.

With a bang, the swords fell to the ground one after another, and they turned against themselves and unloaded their armor.

Why bother with such a fearless struggle, the last one who would rather die than give in, there is not even a slag left in the corpse.

"But the young master has opened his eyes," Su Yicongee was so excited that he felt that he hadn't fought yet, he ordered the soldiers to escort and tie up the captives and clean up the wreckage all over the ground, "Deputy General Lu, no, it's Lord Lu, I can't imagine that I haven't seen this fierce anger for a few months!" Su Yicongee talked and laughed heartily, and the reunion on the battlefield again was even the impassioned feeling when she was in the corner of the corner, and she was still the little Yama who was born after killing the encirclement and putting it to death.

Lu Yixuan turned a deaf ear and was silent, she just watched the campfire for a long time, and there were more than ten or twenty burned corpses, and Lu Zhongsi was one of them.

"Loyal bones are buried everywhere in Qingshan." Lu Henian didn't know when he stood beside her, maybe it was for himself, maybe it was for Lu Yixuan, Lu Zhongsi would be sublimated in this fire, it was the sky, the clouds, the air, and the yellow sand that could not be buried, the pride of the Lu family.

Lu Yixin had no tears, she couldn't cry anymore.

Even when I watched the firelight break through half the sky, there was a kind of noise in my heart that had nowhere to vent and put it.

Su Yicongee's heart turned into amazement, and the corners of her bent mouth also collapsed, so she had to silently hold her shoulders like a brother, wanting to say something about condolences, no, such words are meaningless to Lu Yixuan at all, there are no tears in the girl's eyes, and the slightly red eyes are fleeting, maybe strong, maybe indifferent, maybe ...... Resigned to fate.

The young man remembered the night when she rushed into Dali Temple for the Lu family, Xiaoxue was full of snow but could not extinguish the burning in her chest, but will Lu Yixuan's blood be gradually extinguished by the impermanence of this world one day, like ashes, blown away, Su Yicongee's heart was cold, he didn't want to see that day, he didn't want this girl who was originally full of confidence and pride to be defeated by fate.

People always need a little self-deception in order to go on better.

Su Yicongee's words choked in his throat and wanted to stop talking, so he had to keep scratching the back of his head.

"Why did you bring troops to Songko?" Lu Yixuan took a deep breath, she didn't mention any more words about Lu Zhonghe, turned her head to look at Su Yixiang, and kicked the scattered charcoal and dry wood back to the bonfire as if she didn't care, although the army sent by the imperial court to Huairong's battalion was unexpected, she could understand it, but these thousands of people obviously turned their horses halfway, otherwise they should follow the main camp army to open Yongzhao City at this moment, as if this kid had telepathy, he learned that they were besieged in Shangzhu Tainan District.

Su Yicongee put the long sword into the sheath, rubbed his hands on his cheeks fiercely, the night in the northwest desert was so cold that people shivered, and even breathed with a white group: "The young master received a secret order from General Yang halfway, so he rushed over without stopping." "Look, following the general is to have meat to eat.

"General Yang?" Lu Yixin was surprised.

Lu Henian saw the two young men muttering in confusion, he sighed and explained, "Do you remember the night we arrived at Yongzhao? He meant something.

Only then did Lu Yixing know that Feng Mingxie was listening to the military newspaper at that time, and his fingertips were dipped in tea and casually left the three words "Tibetan Nu River" on the table, which were obviously written to Lu Henian and Yang Keshan, and the general at that time suddenly changed his face when he saw it.

The dry period of the Tibetan Nu River was advanced by a month and happened to coincide with the critical moment when the war between the two countries was about to break out, Feng Mingxie was afraid of fraud, and knew that he could not return the grain and grass advance team, so the little prince came forward to borrow the land of the Yu clan, and the soldiers and horses who came to the aid of General Yang secretly ordered to divide the way, Su Yi Congee brought two or three thousand people to come to the pine and rouge through He Yudao, and intercepted and killed the thousand people and horses of Beirong who wanted to expel the Yu clan.

"It is expected that the grain and grass cart that went ahead was robbed, and we did not go along with the vines and melons, and blocked the grain carts and horses of the 3,000-strong battalion." Su Yicongee explained that Beirong soldiers are strong and strong, and he is interested in those BMW horses who ride thousands of miles.

"He already knew?" Lu Yixin was surprised, Feng Mingxie saw the conspiracy behind all the military newspapers clearly, but did not reveal half of it.

Lu Henian nodded, Su Yicongee didn't need to understand what they were talking about, he had already understood the amazing talent given by Feng Xiaowangye, and there was an unforgettable bright dust in the dim prison of Leyue Mansion at the beginning, and the man stepped on the moon, but it was as bright as the sun.

This time, when he heard that he needed to send troops to help, Su Yicongee volunteered to rank first.

The cold wind blew across his forehead, and there was a stinging pain from the sand scraping in his nose, and the yellow sand gently rose and fell on his eyelashes, Lu Yixuan subconsciously said: "It's going to be a strong wind." These were the last words that Le Muqin left before he died, and at that time he seemed to be smiling but seemed to have some kind of determination in his chest.

"What's the wind?" Su Yicongee didn't understand, the wind in the northwest has never been day or night, to be honest, General Su Xiao came back to this Yongzhao side plug for the first time, and he didn't get two good night's sleep during the whole trip, and he was worried that he had no place to be angry.

Lu Henian bent his fingers and frowned into the distance, grabbed a handful of gravel and observed the speed and direction of the wind and sand flowing from his fingers: "The west wind is strong, the gravel is flowing backwards, there may be a big storm soon in the next few days, we have to rush back to the camp for shelter." He is quite familiar with the climate of the Western and Northern Deserts, once the desert is black and dusty, no matter whether you are a human, a horse or a camel, you will not survive.

They had to order everyone to get out of the desert before the sandstorm came.

Lu Yixin trembled: "What about General Yang?" She asked suddenly.

Lu Henian patted the dust in his palm and noticed a little ominous: "The little prince sent Yang to divide the soldiers into four routes, crossing the Linggu from the rear, bypassing Pheasant Xincheng and directly cutting off the Beirong rear reinforcements, which should have been deserted at this time." As he said this, his face changed suddenly, and soon there would be a wind and sand attack, and it would be extremely dangerous if Yang Keshan couldn't avoid staying in the desert.

Le Muqin seemed to have known the movements of Yongzhao City, and even looked forward to the black sandstorm bringing a baptism to the Dayan army.

Could it be that someone leaked the marching strategy?!

Before this Su Yi porridge could react, he only heard the neighing in the camp, Lu Yixuan stepped on the tall horse, raised the whip and waved it, and the sound of the horse's hooves disappeared into the silent night.

She was going to inform Yang Keshan, Lu Henian knew it, and Su Yicongee caught up with two steps: "Wei Guogong, don't you stop her?" ”

This girl is going to make a fuss.

Lu Henian shook his head, he couldn't stop it, the young man has his own blood and two livers and gallbladders, and the starry sky is their world.

Songyan approached the border between the two countries, avoided Yongzhao City and went straight to Heyuan Gorge, Lu Yixuan traveled under the stars and nights, and found the garrison of Yangke Mountain in the border of the Ge Desert.

General Yang was surprised by the girl who came alone, wasn't she busy with Lu Henian to recapture Dayan's grain and grass and find out the movements of Beirong, how could she suddenly appear here, gray-headed, dusty, and dusty, and there were many blood marks on the skirt that could not be covered by yellow sand, as if after a big battle.

"We encountered the 3,000 troops of Beirong at Songyan, but fortunately, General Su Yixiang arrived in time." Lu Yixing's words were concise and to the point.

"Okay!" Yang Keshan clapped his hands in surprise, "It's still the little prince who has put a dragon gate!" He was ashamed that he had misunderstood the man as a thoroughly pampered rich and absurd bone.

Lu Yixuan was not surprised, and the words that Feng Mingxie did not say were clear and calculated step by step.

"A black sandstorm will soon break out in this desert, General Yang, have all your troops been withdrawn in four ways?" At this time, it is not appropriate to make a big move, and it is necessary to think about it in the long run.

"There is a report from the hyacinth, 60,000 elite soldiers have entered the camp to hide," Yang Keshan now knows nothing about Lu Yixing, "Have you counted all the exploration teams?" He summoned the little soldier who was reporting.

"All ten squads have returned to the camp, but the deputy general of the Longbiao battalion has not yet been seen."

"Dragon Label Battalion...... They should go along the Heyuan Gorge to the Gobi Desert. General Yang frowned slightly, he looked up at the banner, the wind hunting was more intense than the fang, "Hula", the long pole supporting the camp flag at the height was suddenly broken by the strong wind, and collapsed, the camp was in chaos, and the wind instantly rose as if the sand and dust were imminent, "Can you tell the situation to the little prince?" ”

The little soldier nodded hurriedly and said yes, how dare he hide it from Feng Mingxi.

"Wait," Lu Yixuan was stunned for a moment, his long hair was wrapped in grit and hit his face, stinging slightly, "The little prince is also in this camp?" "He is a relative of the emperor, although he is ordered to lead the army, it does not mean that he can personally conquer the battlefield, and a person like him should stay in Yongzhao City to be the safest.

"How can I stop it!" Yang Keshan couldn't do anything, he dissuaded him for a day and a night before he moved his troops, and his saliva was dry, little prince, your status is extraordinary, you must not risk your life!

Yes, all the emperor's relatives were treated as deaf ears.

Lu Yixuan slammed his fist into the palm of his hand, and the secret sound was terrible, and he turned his head and rushed straight to the main general of the camp.

"Miss Lu! That's the king's camp! "How can you trespass? Yang Keshan chased after his ass, and the wind and sand were blinded.

The predecessors turned a deaf ear, opened the curtain with a bang, and the candle flame inside was instantly blown out by the cold wind, but the sandalwood flowers and trees filled the nose.

Empty.

Lu Yixuan's face changed greatly, and Yang Keshan gasped: "What about the little prince?!" He was still in the camp, he was still in the camp.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing where the noble man had gone.

Lu Yixuan pulled his legs and ran, and the car that had not yet been led into the manger neighed in the sky, and the horse's hooves stumbled, and the dust was lost for thousands of miles.

Only Yang Keshan was left shouting anxiously behind him.

What it is, leave it behind.