With an order, all the arrows were aimed at Bai Su and Du Yaosheng. The Yulin army that was following on the side had already raised their shields and set up a formation around Bai Su and Du Yaosheng, and a battle was accompanied by a rain of arrows, and it started again.

Waves of arrows were blocked, and the Yulin army holding a round shield advanced towards the Vietnamese army, seeing that only two or three zhang were about to face each other, Bai Su led the Yulin army to jump up and instantly entered the center of the Vietnamese army. The long sword was wielded wantonly, as if it had entered a no-man's land, and every time it was raised, a large number of Vietnamese troops fell. The elite Yulin army chopped or chopped, but with a stick of incense, the Vietnamese army surrounded by iron barrels tore a hole. The Yulin army swarmed out while fighting, and soon withdrew from the encirclement of Luang Bo's men.

On the other side, Du Yaosheng, who had withdrawn from the encirclement, was also not far behind, holding a long knife, chopping melons and vegetables, and stood in front of Lang Bo in a few vertical leaps.

Although I had heard of this famous general in Mobei, I didn't expect his strength to be so strong.

Looking at the bloodthirsty long knife in his hand, Luang Bo, who had also dominated South Vietnam for several years, had fear for the first time. The ring knife in his hand buzzed, and he was not willing to lag behind to attack the long knife again and again, slashing and slashing, again and again, all of them aimed at the vital point.

Du Yaosheng was still calm in the face of Lang Bo's precise attack, as if he had calculated his next move, and every time he accurately blocked the ring knife, unscathed.

His indifference once again angered Lang Bo. The opponent's eyes were red, and he launched fierce attacks again and again without believing in evil, and the ring knife collided with the long knife and splashed dazzling sparks. Du Yaosheng sneered, the long knife quickly rotated in his hand, and before he could see the move, the next moment, the blade of the long knife was already horizontal at Lang Bo's throat.

Luang Bo didn't seem to expect to lose in his hands like this, and the ring knife in his hand vibrated and made a buzzing sound again. Different from the eagerness at the beginning of the fight, the buzz at this moment is more like a wail of unwilling defeat!

"You've lost!"

Luang Bo restrained his reluctance and sneered, "So what? As long as you don't kill me at this moment, there will always be you, you, and you will politely let me go! Do you think that there are only so many tricks for Master Mo? Haha......"

Du Yaosheng glanced at him coldly, and said disdainfully: "Then I want to see what tricks a dead Ran Di can use!" But let you? Hehe, I persuaded you not to dream as soon as possible, and now General Ben will send you to meet with Mo.

When the words fell, the long knife in his hand was raised sharply and approached Lang Bo's throat in an instant, and when he saw that the blade was about to cut his neck, Bai Su, who was already walking towards him on the other side, quickly stopped him.

"General Du is slow, keep his and the lives of the second prince of Nanyue for the time being, send someone back to ask the emperor what he means, and then see how to deal with it!"

Du Yaosheng thought about it, after all, these two people and the dead Mage Mo were the real culprits who seriously injured the prince of Wula, even if the news was transmitted back to Nanyue, the king of Nanyue could not splash dirty water on others.

When Du Yaosheng was thinking about it, Bai Su had already approached with the long sword in his hand. I didn't look at the provocative Lang Bo, and raised his hand to point a few acupuncture points on him. In an instant, Lang Bo, who still wanted to struggle, seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

Du Yaosheng took the opportunity to withdraw the long knife, ordered his subordinates to tie up Luang Bo with chains, and pushed him directly to the ground, allowing him to fall face down on the muddy ground.

As if he had never been humiliated by mercy, Lang Bo's throat whined fiercely, as if he was cursing, and as if protesting.

Du Yao ignored this person, looked at the surroundings that had quieted down, and looked at Bai Su in surprise. It turned out that at some point, the South Vietnamese Army, which was several times larger than the Yulin Army, had disappeared without a trace.

Bai Su withdrew his sword from the scabbard and leaned against the big tree beside him and explained, "Just after you surrendered Luang Bo, his soldiers fled and scattered. Those who still stayed to fight were basically cut down by the Yulin Army. ”

Du Yaosheng snorted coldly, raised his leg and kicked Lang Bo who was lying on the ground gnawing mud, and said angrily: "Did you hear it, your people heard that you were defeated and all fled!" I really didn't expect you South Vietnamese people to be so cowardly and so good at betrayal! ”

Lang Bo, who had already listened to all of his Errao conversations, was full of anger at the moment. I can't move, I can't shout, and I just let out a heart-rending whine with all my might!

Du Yaosheng was very satisfied with his reaction, looked at the darkening color, turned his face to Bai Su and said, "Let our people go out first, this place is wet and stuffy, it is really not a place for people to stay!" ”

Bai Su naturally had no objection to this proposal, and invited his subordinates to give an order, and the sound of counting the number of people soon came from not far away.

"How much did our people lose?"

"Tell the general, more than three hundred!"

Bai Su was silent for a moment, then let out a long sigh.

"After a while, some people will be left to clean up the corpses, and our people will be buried in a centralized manner."

"Yes!"

This mountain forest is more than 30 miles away from Xunyang Station, and taking advantage of the black color, Bai Su and Du Yaosheng led the Yulin Army to return to the post station overnight. As soon as they arrived at the post station, Bai Su and Du Yaosheng pondered and wrote a recital, and ordered someone to send it to Chang'an overnight.

In the days that followed, Prince Wula's injuries improved day by day, and he was about to heal and set off on his journey. A flash flood broke out on Xunyang's side. Floodwaters poured into the valley and washed down from the nearby valleys, destroying many farmhouses and fertile fields. Even the official road from Xunyang to South Vietnam was blocked by the flood, and Bai Du and Prince Wula and his party were completely trapped in this post station.

On Chang'an's side, the emperor quickly responded as soon as he received Bai Su and Du Yaosheng's recital. The messenger once again led a thousand forest troops to Xunyang.

It had been ten days since I saw the messenger. After receiving the order, Bai Su couldn't help frowning.

The emperor asked them to escort Prince Wula back to Nanyue from Xunyang, and personally reported the crimes of the second prince to the king of Nanyue, who personally dealt with it.

That is to say, if you go back to Chang'an for three or four months, you won't be able to go back to Chang'an.

And what about his big wedding? Originally, the wedding date was set for September, if it was impossible to rush back, wouldn't the wedding date have to be postponed?

Thinking of the girl who was looking forward to his return in Chang'an, Bai Su had the urge to resist for the first time.

The chamberlain who came to deliver the decree was an old man, and he was quite familiar with Bai Su in the palace. Seeing that he frowned and was silent, he quietly walked over.

"The emperor knows General Yan's worries, and the emperor asked our family to send a message to the general, so that the general doesn't have to worry about the wedding. The emperor assured the general that the first thing he would do when the general returned from South Vietnam was to help the general get married. ”