The brave wins when they meet on the narrow road, and in the face of the same danger, it is always the strong people who can survive to the end, Lu Dongqing calculated that the Northern Wuwei entered the mountain in winter, and even if he could get out, he would inevitably have no strength to fight.

The main force of the Southern Dynasty led by Zhong Qingyuan was much stronger than the tired troops of the Northern Guard, although it would definitely pay a heavy price, but it was much smaller than the Northern Guard, and the advantage was greater.

He insisted on handing over the main force of the Rhino Horn Army to Zhong Qingyuan, also to avoid any accidents.

With the 20,000 rhino horn army, Zhong Qingyuan will win steadily, Lu Dongqing can continue to give him the stage to perform, and he will lead 10,000 rhino horn cavalry to take advantage of the Northern Qi Dynasty to slowly bypass the Liuqing Pass and be a good supporting role.

When Lu Dongqing arrived at the canyon, it was the second day after the battle of Liuqingshan, according to his calculations, this time would not be embarrassed because it was too late, and it would not rob Zhong Qingyuan of the credit, it was a perfect time.

However, when he approached the battlefield of the canyon, he encountered an unexpected flood blocking the way, Lu Dongqing saw the flood for the first time, and a sense of foreboding immediately surged in his heart, and he hurriedly sent out a large number of scouts to investigate nearby.

At this time, he was anxiously pacing back and forth on the shore, waiting for the results of the scout's investigation.

"Report!"

The scout galloped on his warhorse, shouting from afar.

Lu Dongqing's heart jumped, and he hurriedly greeted him.

"Can you find out the results?"

Lu Dongqing asked anxiously.

The scout jumped off his horse, knelt on one knee, and clenched his fists: "General Qiyu...... Look for...... Got it! ”

"Found it?"

Lu Dongqing breathed a long sigh of relief, and his heart was a lot more stable.

"Where are they now? How many people are left? Has General Zhong ever been well? ”

"General, we didn't see General Zhong, it was thirty miles away, and countless corpses were found thirty miles away, only our army, no enemy, not to mention seven or eight thousand people, covering the river beach horizontally and vertically......"

"What?!"

"General!"

Lu Dongqing seemed to have been slapped on the head by someone, and suddenly his eyes turned black and fell backwards, but fortunately, several henchmen hurriedly surrounded him, and only then did he support him.

At least seven or eight thousand people have been damaged in battle, and there are no corpses of the enemy, which can only indicate one possibility, that is, the enemy is completely victorious, and there is plenty of time to clean up the battlefield and bury the corpses of his comrades, then Zhong Qingyuan's army is likely to have been completely wiped out.

Lu Dongqing had imagined countless possibilities in his heart before, but after thinking about it, he never thought that it would be the result of the annihilation of the entire army, and once Zhong Qingyuan was annihilated, he would naturally be responsible for this defeat, and the clever plan to give up the stage to Zhong Qingyuan would immediately become a noose around his neck, so how could he not be angry?

Finally got lucky, he pushed away a few cronies, and said to the scout: "Find, go find me, go find me, if you want to see people alive, if you want to see corpses when you die, you must find Zhong Qingyuan!" ”

Qin Zizhong leaned over to Lu Dongqing's side and said in a low voice: "General, now that Zhong Qingyuan is defeated, no matter which army of the Northern Dynasty defeated him, he must have been greatly injured by now, as long as we catch up, we can pick up a cheap ......."

"Pick up a fart!"

Lu Dongqing, who was also gentle and elegant, burst into foul language, and the cronies around him were all shocked, and saw that his eyes were red, and he said word by word: "Don't forget the relationship between Zhong Qingyuan and the prince, if he really dies, maybe none of us will survive!" ”

"No...... Won't it......"

Qin Zizhong still didn't believe it, so he retorted resignedly.

Lu Dongqing snorted coldly and said: "The prince never hesitates to kill, do you really want to gamble?" Why don't you go find someone?! ”

The faces of the cronies changed, and they immediately scattered, and Lu Dongqing sat on the ground with difficulty holding an old tree, and beckoned to the soldiers.

"Send someone, quickly send someone to inform the prince of this matter, remember, the fastest speed, you can't delay for a moment!"

Seeing that his face was as pale as paper, his heart was cold, and he hurriedly hugged his fists and left.

The First Battle of Jingyang was basically over, and the army of the Southern Dynasties set up their troops and horses on the shore of the beautiful Chunyue Lake, and King Wuling, as the commander of the army, set up a grass residence on an island near the shore as a temporary command center.

Three days later, Xue Qirui, the squire of the military department, rushed to the edge of the island in the middle of the lake in a hurry, and saw that there was already a circle of Southern Dynasty generals around, so he hurriedly crossed the crowd and bowed deeply to the person guarding the ferry.

"Master Hou, the lower officials have an urgent matter to see the prince, and please ask Lord Hou to give a message."

The Hou Ye in his mouth has clear eyebrows, dressed in white, his long hair is tied with a red rope and left behind his head, and a pure white treasure knife is leaning against him, looking like a delicate ice sculpture from a distance, cold to the bone marrow.

He is none other than Wang Man's master, the martial saint of the Southern Dynasty, and Xiao Jinyu of the Snow Sword.

Hearing Xue Qirui's words, Xiao Jinyu opened her eyes and glanced at him, and said lightly: "The prince is playing the qin, if you have something, please present it." ”

Xue Qirui listened attentively, and sure enough, a melodious piano sound came from far away from the island in the middle of the lake, so he took out a written official letter and handed it to Xiao Jinyu with both hands.

Xiao Jinyu flicked his fingers, but he didn't really touch the official letter, but the official letter flew out of Xue Qirui's hand, crossed the lake more than ten meters away, and landed accurately in front of a bookcase on the island in the middle of the lake.

A seven- or eight-year-old scholar ran out of the cottage, grabbed the official letter, carefully examined it, and found nothing unusual, so he turned around and went into the cottage with the official letter.

"Look at your bad face, what's going on?"

Xiao Jinyu saw that Xue Qirui's face was different, and asked casually.

Xue Qirui sighed and said, "I just received Lu Dongqing's flying pigeon message, and the army pursuing Beiwuwei was defeated......"

"Huh? Zhong Qingyuan led 3,000 black flags and 20,000 rhino horns to be defeated? ”

Xue Qirui nodded with a bitter face, and was about to explain a few words, when the scholar from before came out of the grass house again and shouted loudly: "The prince said that the Black Flag Army has been fighting with him for too long, and it has become arrogant, and it is better to lose one." ”

Xue Qirui hurriedly hugged his fist at the scholar boy and said: "Annoying prince, according to Lu Dongqing's inference, the army may have been wiped out, and the commander Zhong Qingyuan does not know whether he is alive or dead!" ”

"When !!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a broken string sound, and the melodious sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the scholar's face turned pale, and he quickly turned around and rushed into the grass house, and ran out again after a while.

"The prince asked who the commander of the Northern Wuwei was?"

Xue Qirui said: "Returning to the prince, it is Yang Weiyuan, the Marquis of Jingwu of the Northern Dynasty. ”

When the scholar heard this, he was going to the grass house to spread the word again, but this time before he could get into the grass house, a cold and deep voice came directly from the grass house.

"Coach Beiwuwei must have someone else, go and check!"

Xue Qirui was slightly stunned and asked, "Why is the prince so sure?" ”

The voice said: "Yang Weiyuan is only in the middle and lower ranks, and the housekeeper is even worse, but the way to make friends is quite unique, and he can never be Qingxuan's opponent." What does dark chess say? ”

"Dark chess...... This ......"

Xue Qirui knelt on the ground and said stubbornly: "Damn it, I don't know what trouble happened to the secret chess in the Northern Martial Guard, there has been no news for more than ten days, my subordinates ...... The subordinates will go and check. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the grass house, the silence was like a thousand catties of boulder, pressing on everyone's head, a layer of fine cold sweat oozed from Xue Qirui's forehead, and the generals around him did not dare to breathe, even the martial saint Xiao Jinyu sat a little upright.

After a long time, there was finally movement in the grass house.

"Summoning the secret chess, find out who is actually commanding the Northern Wuwei, and then send someone to kill him, and the person who harmed Qingxuan must pay for his life!"

King Wuling's voice was indifferent and cold, but the generals were like being amnestied and promised one after another.

In the early morning, the cold wind stopped at the foot of Liuqing Mountain, it was a rare sunny day, the flood washed away the snow, revealing a shoal, and the road was much better.

A pair of grandchildren walking on the mountain road with a basket on their backs, the old man is eighty years old, already full of white hair, the granddaughter is just seventeen, it is the cardamom years, they live in the nearby mountain village, the winter is difficult, in order to subsidize the family, the old and the young plan to take advantage of the good weather to go into the mountains to collect medicine.

As soon as she walked into the valley, the girl suddenly pointed to the river beach and said, "Grandpa, look, there seems to be a person there!" ”

The old man squinted his eyes and looked in the direction she was pointing, and saw a man lying on the riverbank, motionless.

"Like a person, go over and have a look."

The girl nodded, ran a few steps, and flew away like a happy butterfly to the man's side.

"Grandpa, he's still alive!"

The girl touched the man's snort and hurriedly beckoned to the old man.

The old man walked over quickly, only to see that the man's face was pale, his lips were blue, his breath was extremely weak, and he had fallen into a coma.

"Quick, get him back to the village, maybe he can be saved!"

The old man commanded, but the girl pouted, this person is more than two meters tall, strong as an ox, how can this old man and young man get him to a village a few miles away?

Seeing the girl's appearance, the old man also found the difficulty, and sighed: "That's it, saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, I won't collect medicine today, grandpa is guarding here, you go back to the village and call someone to come and help." ”

The girl nodded, and hurriedly ran towards the mountain village a few miles away.