Your Majesty", Meng Yining knelt on the ground, "The foreign ministers implore to go to Zhaocheng immediately." Yan Rong's army was getting closer and closer, and she had no horses in her hands to sit still, and Salib's men had returned to the steppe early, and he had no reason to ask him to be here with his enemies. The forbidden army guarding Chengping couldn't move, and in such a difficult moment, all she could do was be alone. The war was more brutal than she had imagined, and tens of thousands of civilians fell under the scimitars of the Yanrong people.

She turned around and looked at the map calmly, "Now that King Lian Jingzheng and General Gai Xiaoyong are guarding the two cities on the periphery of Chengping, the minister implores the king to give him the right to lead the troops and accept the Zhaocheng on the oblique side of Junzhou, so I will form a triangle with King Lian and General Gai, which is also convenient for defense and attack." ”

She had no plan in mind at this time, so she could only hold on to it until the last moment.

If you can kill a person, you are a person.

Meng Yining suddenly thought of what her father Bai Yan had said in the past, that is, she was still young and didn't understand the meaning. Bai Yan said: "Ning'er, you said that you want to be a famous general, you only need to remember one thing, the giant mountain collapses in front of you and the face does not change, as a general, if you panic, your generals can only be the souls of the enemy's saber." She suddenly understood, and stood up in a daze.

He looked at the girl, single-handed, with a thin figure.

Jing Chi greeted the sword of his former father from the wall with both hands, the red hilt was inlaid with auspicious clouds with gold, and the hilt carved this flying dragon, red tassels and spikes, floating in the air. He drew his sword, red as blood burning in the scorching sun, the blade sharp, and the unsheath had always drunk human blood.

Jing Chi said slowly: "This is the sword fire essence of the first king, the sword light is like electricity, and the gold is like mud. If it is polished with decay, it will produce smoke and flames, and if it is struck with gold and stone, the fire will flow. In the past, my father wore this sword to lead the army in rebellion and inflict heavy losses on the rebels, but now the widow has given you this sword. ”

Meng Yining raised her hands above her head to take over the heavy sword, she got up and stood up, gave a neat military salute, and whispered: "Thank you, Wang." ”

Jing Chi looked at her steadily, his eyes burning: "The widow gave you this sword is the right to lead the troops, if someone disobeys, it is disobeying the widow, use this sword to cut it, first cut it and then play." ”

"Farewell."

"Take care all the way."

"Le Gongzi,"

Le Yi suddenly stopped.

Jing Chi instructed, "Take care of her." ”

"I will vouch with my life that only I am there and no one will touch a single hair of her." Le Yi said calmly, it was the most precious treasure in his heart, and no one could hurt her in the slightest.

Meng Yining's face turned red when he heard this, "I'll let you go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, what do you do to protect me!" ”

At the time of the national crisis, when life and death were at stake, countless soldiers and people rose up, and they surrounded the land under their feet as if they were guarding their children. Those little people who usually look down on the officials and nobles have carried the direction of a country, they are holding hoes, carrying kitchen knives, unprecedented unity, and carrying the unknown tomorrow of this country. The loss of the city was not only invincible, but some of the nobles and generals who defended the city in Great Xia had already abandoned their armor and ran to other countries crying, turning their backs on the land that their ancestors had fought for generations. Only those little people are still on the bloody battlefield.

And Meng Yining has not heard from the city she wants to go to for three days, and she estimates that the general guarding the city has found a way to survive on his own.

As the sun sets, the girl rides her horse, and she doesn't know where the wheels of fate will go. The Zhaocheng in front of him is just like its name, the red clay city wall is integrated with heaven and earth, like a burning boulder, hot like the stubbornness in the blood flow of the Great Xia people. The girl dismounted, and the city was full of wreckage, with vegetable leaves, rats and hens running around, and large crows resting on the branches. The common people looked at the girl who came from afar with painful and cloudy eyes, as if looking at hope.

The girl's green mountains fluttered, her eyebrows were calm, and the red sword in her hand shone brightly.

The man behind him also calmly looked at the passers-by around him.

Meng Yining is like a fairy in the sky, in a trance in the chaos and dust, unrealistic.

As the girl thought, the leader of the officers and soldiers had fled with their families and three days ago, and only these ordinary people who did not want to leave their hometowns and scattered officers and soldiers who wanted to defend their homes and countries were left in the city. Most of the able-bodied men had been conscripted into the ranks of the various other armies that needed to be employed, and the city was full of women, the elderly, and children.

Meng Yining sighed and took over all the matters of the city defense. She stood on the city tower and looked into the distance, the black pressure Yan Rong army was not far away, the plains and wilderness, and she could see it very clearly, and this also meant that it was very easy to attack.

Under the light of the setting sun, the whole city is old and desolate, like a lonely shadow, embedded in the map of the mountains and plains. Meng Yining's eyes did not carry a trace of emotion, like the frost of winter, a frozen lake covered by heavy snow. Le Yi lit the torches on the city tower and arranged for messengers to report to Lian Wang Jingzheng and General Gai Xiaoyong.

The three of them were at the forefront, followed by Jing Zheng's city in the southwest, and General Gai's Junzhou was guarding the pass with the outer mountains of Chengping. At night, she called all the officers who were still there, but found that there was only a dejected look on their faces about the word war, and those middle-aged men did not seem to have any experience.

Meng Yining asked, "What do you think?" ”

Those people hesitated, became much shy, and plucked up the courage to ask questions.

"General Meng, what should we do?"

"General Meng, the guards have run away, and the city is empty, do we need to defend the city?"

"Will you leave us alone?"

Suddenly, several people asked questions together, and their hot gazes made Meng Yining gasp. She said calmly: "We can't give the city to Yan Rong for nothing, we can retreat, but let me ask you, we can retreat to Junzhou, or even Chengping." But what about the king, for the sake of his own life, he threw away his armor and retreated to the capital, does Great Xia still exist? ”

"We don't want to go back!"

"Yes, we don't want to retreat, my grandfather has settled here, where can we retreat!"

A fair-looking young man asked, "General, we are weak, how can we resist the Yan Rong army." I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid that death is not worth it, and I didn't exchange a few enemy lives! ”

Meng Yining looked the scholar-like man up and down, "Have you just joined the army?" ”

The man scratched his head embarrassedly, and blushed: "No, the villain has been in the army for two years, and it turns out that he is recording the entry and exit of grain and grass." The man's boss gave him a chance to be promoted seven days ago, but before the man could react, the boss fled with a crawl. Vacant left this position of quartermaster for him. As a result, this young man rose ten levels in a row and suddenly became the leader of Zhaocheng.

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