The main camp of the Hazarchis, a slender shadow, was reflected on the ground by the moonlight.

He was dressed in a black suit, and the same black mask covered his entire face, and behind him was Mo Yan, who had just returned from defeat.

He and Mo Yan looked at the direction of the fire and roaring, and were silent for a long time before he said lightly: "It seems that Xuanyuan and Linlang have already started a war."

"Yes, I didn't expect Xuanyuan to be so powerful this time, after fighting with my Hasaqi clan, he still has the energy to attack Linlang, and the one who commanded Xuanyuan's army turned out to be a woman, by the way, brother, it is the female devil rumored in the rivers and lakes, a woman with blood-red eyes", Mo Yan said, suddenly remembering Murong Qianran's appearance.

His body trembled slightly, how could things turn out like this? In a hurry, he grabbed Mo Yan's wrist and roared, "You really saw it clearly? It's blood-red eyes"?

Mo Yan was taken aback by his brother's sudden move, "Then is there a fake?" I really saw it clearly, it was a pair of eyes full of murder and resentment."

His figure shook a little, and when Mo Yan beside him saw this, he hurriedly hugged his brother and asked puzzledly, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

He pushed Mo Yan's hand away, and the face under the mask felt inexplicably depressed, which seemed to make him almost out of breath, "pop", suddenly, he suddenly ripped off the black mask, revealing a somewhat hideous face, the leftmost cheek was covered with scars, which were burn marks, and the right side of the face also had some burn scars.

Only those eyes, as deep as an eagle and as black as a sun, twinkled with stars in the night.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? What the hell is wrong with you"? Mo Yan couldn't help but be surprised when he saw his brother take off the black mask, you know, since his brother recovered, he has put on the mask, and he has never taken it off except for eating and drinking, let alone taking it off in front of so many soldiers.

"I ...... I'm so uncomfortable.......", his voice was shaking, his breathing was rapid, his hands were on his chest, trembling slightly.

"Brother, can I help you go back to the camp to rest"? Mo Yan hugged him again, frowned, and looked at his brother worriedly.

He nodded, and let Mo Yan help him into the tent, he gently leaned on the soft couch, and it took a long time before his emotions eased.

Why did things turn out like this? This has now become the biggest doubt in his heart.

He didn't understand why the woman he loved would help the person she hated the most to attack other countries?

Has she forgotten the despicable things that Xuanyuan Che had done to her in the first place?

Had she forgotten how much she wanted Xuanyuan to die?

Why? Why?

At the eyelids, a crystal slid down the uneven scar, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, Ran'er, I didn't die, but I don't have the face to see you again, and even, when we are together, it has become a big problem.

Ran'er, do you know what happened to me after the mine exploded?

Ran'er, how much I want to hate you, I want to forget you, I love your heart, I can't be ruthless to forget you, to hate you.

Ran'er, in this life, I will never appear in front of you, without me, there will be people who will love you, because you are a man worthy of you, but he loves you and takes care of you.

Ran'er, we are destined to have no intersection, from the moment your mother Hasaqi Mdur abducted me to the Central Plains and erased my memory, you and I are destined to pass by in this life.

Ran'er, when I know that I am not an orphan and I have a family, you won't know how complicated my heart is.

Ran'er, when my father stood in front of me, the moment my memory flooded into my mind, I knew that the Hazarqi clan that you have always wanted to subvert is my family, and Yinglei is my father.

Who is to blame? Hehe.......

Another silent tear slid down his uneven cheeks, but this scene was seen by Mo Yan, who was guarding the side, he slowly raised his hand, stretched out to Yeyu's face, and wiped away the tears.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? You say it, tell it to me, and maybe, it will feel better."

Yeyu shook his head slightly, and opened his eyes again, but his eyes looked very confused, and he seemed to mutter: "Why did everything come so suddenly, suddenly, I didn't have time to prepare to accept all this."

Mo Yan listened quietly, and there was silence in the tent.

"If one day, you and I fight, can I point my sword at you and stab it?"

"Perhaps, I would prefer that your dagger can pierce me in the chest, so that I can have another chance to get close to you, and I don't have to be in a dilemma now."

Mo Yan pondered Ye Yu's words carefully, and seemed to figure out some meaning, he frowned slightly, and asked softly in confusion: "Brother, do you know the female devil I said?"

Ye Yu's body trembled again, no need to answer, Mo Yan already understood what Ye Yu meant, it was obvious that he knew.

"Have you ever had a festival with each other? Still is..... You used to love dearly"? Mo Yan asked tentatively again.

"Enough, don't ask again, go out, go out, you go out for me", Ye Yu suddenly pushed Mo Yan away like crazy, and yelled from time to time.

Mo Yan has never seen his brother like this, but he can't find a reason to stay, maybe, it will be better for his brother to be quiet.

When Mo Yan walked out of the tent, he pulled down the curtain of the tent and ordered that no one should disturb his brother before leaving.

After leaving his brother's camp, an idea suddenly popped into Mo Yan's mind, only to see that he did not go back to his camp, but secretly led a small team of people to the direction of the flames.

Murong Qianran was a little angry, she never thought that Gusu City was so difficult to break, and above the city tower, Lang Xiaoyue had also recovered her state, struggling to resist the Xuanyuan soldiers who poured up to the city tower.

Murong Qianran used a piece of saltpeter, a simple telescope, and found that there was not a single Xuanyuan soldier on the city tower, and the soldier who had just gone up was killed by an arrow from Linlang's archers before he could gain a firm foothold.

No, if it goes on like this, she can only sacrifice the soldiers in vain, and then, Murong Qianran issued an order to withdraw the troops, and she got into the middle of the battle and was carried to the camp by eight killers.

When Mo Yan who came in time saw that Xuanyuan had withdrawn his troops, he couldn't help but look at the tower of Gusu City, it seemed that Gusu City was indeed difficult to capture, he looked around, and he didn't see Murong Qianran, but he saw the red one being carried away, sighed lightly, and returned the same way.

This time, the attack on Gusu City brought Murong Ranran a lot of blows, and also lost a lot of Xuanyuan's soldiers, and now, after counting, the 100,000 Xuanyuan soldiers she brought at the beginning, only more than 60,000 remained, and there were more than 10,000 disabled soldiers, and the three imperial doctors in the barracks were already busy with their hands and feet.

Murong Tianran personally went to comfort those disabled soldiers, and in less than a day, many seriously injured soldiers gradually died in pain because they didn't have time to get treatment.

According to the spies' report, Gusu City had no other losses except for the loss of some archers, which had to make Murong's angry teeth itch, she had lost so many Xuanyuan soldiers, and he Lang Xiaoyue, there were no other losses?