"It's the fault of subordinates."

"Are you negligent? You have been leading troops to fight for so many years, and I handed over so many people to you, is it a mistake? Besides, at the moment of the great enemy, can I really cure you of your sin or what? It's dark and it's still on fire, for fear that others won't know where you are. Meng Shu roared, his spirit was tense and he didn't dare to relax for a moment: "How far are they from us?" ”

"One hundred and fifty zhang."

Meng Yining came to the front of the position softly, and it was pitch black under the mountain, and only the sound of armor rubbing against each other could be heard.

Closed his eyes, slowly listened to the sound of the wind and the careful footsteps of the Yanrong people, slowly raised his hands, and silently recited the numbers in his heart.

"General?"

"Wait." Meng Yining's ears are good, especially in the silent night, he can easily distinguish the enemy's movements. She was calculating the distance, one hundred and thirty zhang...... 100 zhang ...... Ninety zhang ...... Eighty zhang ...... She had to wait for the Yanrong people to enter the range of the bow and arrow, "Release the arrow!" ”

Meng Yining roared, and in an instant, thousands of arrows were fired, pushing down with a huge rolling stone, and in an instant, there was a wail all over the field.

The scorched air was instantly filled with blood and asked, the girl picked up the torch of the soldier next to her, and threw it straight down with black smoke and flames, instantly illuminating a group of terrified Yanrong people.

"Rush!" Yan Rong knew that he had been discovered, and he desperately went up together. The firelight illuminated their pitch-black armor, like a swarm of shiny beetles surging up the mountain.

The soldiers of Great Xia pushed stones, and even pots and pans were smashed down, as well as kitchen knives used by ordinary people for cooking, and burning combing oil, and suddenly there was a scuffle, shouting something.

Only then did Meng Yining see clearly that there were at least 10,000 people under their feet, twice as many as them. There is fire as a barrier during the day, but now it can only be a place of flesh and blood.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Junzhou, the highlands north of the city, is here, if you lose this place, Junzhou will die, and Daxia will die. There are twice as many enemies as we are, but don't be afraid! As long as two, I'm going to cut down two enemies by one and hold this place! "If there were 5,000 more people on the other side, the thieves would cause a great panic, but if you told them that you only need to kill two people and you can save this place, it would sound much easier.

Meng Yining stood on the not-so-high wall of the border, her hairband and flag were fiery red.

In the dark, the rivers and mountains are splendid, the stars and the moon meet, and Junzhou is a begonia red.

The Yanrong people shouted chaotic language, scimitars flashed, and there was a cold light in the moonlight. Meng Yining's Fire Spirit Sword was like a blooming flame in the ice and snow, emitting a light of hope in the darkness.

The armor on her body was gone, and her light clothes were like the fluttering skirts of a dancing girl.

One husband is a pass, and ten thousand people are not open.

No one will ever get out alive from under the blade of the sword in her hand.

In the past, the world rode horses, and the battlefield was a friend.

In her cold wave, she is a kind of calmness that sees through everything in life and death, "Guarding here is guarding Great Xia!" ”

The shouts and killings of the two sides were intertwined in Meng Yining's body, and the military flag was fierce like a fire dragon in the wind. Meng Yining's body was like a dance, her sword was dripping, and she danced like a red whirlpool, arc-shaped rainbow, and the waves were flying, and she threw herself from one battle to another.

Zhao Erze also roared and raised his long sword, he didn't know where the momentum of the same enemy came from at this time. Is it Meng Yining's trust? Is it hatred for Yan Rong? is still making up for Beiyang, too many emotions have accumulated in Zhao Erze's heart, he only has four words of shame in his heart, and he is burdened with too many wrong things.

Regarding his sister being instructed by Yan Rong to poison the former king, about him leading the soldiers to help Jing Zheng ascend to the throne, about assassinating Gu Zi'an, although all this is not what he wants, although he does not know the reason, he does not know the cause and effect of everything, but he is indeed an important force that fuels the troubles.

Zhao Erze has been thinking simple since he was a child, and Zhao Hai, who is the queen, has been protecting him since he was a child, and he has been smoothly arranged properly. However, all this, how many corpses were stepped on to ascend to the throne, he himself couldn't count.

When I was a child, I wanted to be a general with great achievements.

Later, he became a national traitor to the Beiyang people.

Now, he is fighting against Yan Rong on the land of Great Xia.

The day before yesterday is vivid.

Which one is your true self?

Which one is the real memory?

When the flowers are re-bloomed, people are no longer young.

Jin Ge Iron Horse is in chaos, and the long-cherished wish of the past can be regarded as the fulfillment of the wish today.

Batches of Yanrong people climbed up along the wall, and the Great Xia soldiers were in a scuffle, Meng Yining slashed numbly after her death, and there was only one enemy's head in her eyes, which was already as unruly as cutting wheat, and there were no fancy moves, and the sword reached it, and the head fell to the ground.

Zhao Erze fought in the center, he threw away Daxia's long sword, pulled out the scimitar from Yan Rong's corpse, held the knife in both hands, and shook it to intercept, his surroundings were like a blooming flower, and his scarlet eyes were like a crazy giant beast. He dropped his helmet, took off his heavy armor, and went naked, "Come on! ”

The wind was blowing, the sky was full of seas, and the roar echoed.

Yan Rong people rushed towards him one by one, and Zhao Erze laughed wildly and faced him head-on. The bones on the ground were bloody, and those corpses still froze the last moment of life.

Countless soldiers silently thought in their hearts, as long as two, as long as two, they could hold Junzhou. They were cut to the ground, and they couldn't help but wail.

Where are there any extra reinforcements in Great Xia, presumably it is also difficult for General Gai Xiaoyong in the south.

You can only hold here!

The sky is slightly bright, the scuffle is endless, day and night, and the wind blows the sunrise.

Zhao Erze held the knife in both hands like a spinning top, he was already tall, and the dead body of Yan Rong beside him was about to pile up a small mountain. Yan Rong was discouraged and wanted to bypass Zhao Erze, but was kicked by the man and kicked to the ground.

"The general is heroic!" Someone saw this scene and suddenly shouted.

"General Zhao is heroic!" The people of Daxia shouted tightly to boost their morale.

Zhao Erze was slightly stunned, he hadn't heard this word for a long time, general, who still remembered that he was a general? For a while, I began to slash and slash again, and my heart was excited, which was self-evident.

He must be worthy of the word "general", he is a general, not a reckless man who is afraid of death. He said that he would definitely avenge the king!

The oath is not promised, ashamed of himself, ashamed of Beiyang, and ashamed of the first emperor's care and trust.

Zhao Erze bit the exquisite jade pendant hanging around his neck and regarded Yan Rong as an ant.

The knife is in and out, and the blade is already sluggish.

He snatched the weapon from the corpse and slashed at the enemy's head, splattering blood.