"The word Feng ** Ji Ji Li Great Khan:

Whoever invades the Han land in the south will take his head. The Khan's status is noble, and he should be replaced by his head. Today, the first one of the Linglang people is presented, and the Great Khan is coming south on a different day, which can be used for emergencies. Shabby and thin courtesy, not a tribute, please smile.

Pengmen has no taboo, and there is no hope of bowing to a hundred bows."

"Peng is hopeless!" Princess Splendid held the white daqi stained with mandal blood, her body trembled for a while, and she was sore and weak for a while, and sat back on the handsome chair, and her hands were loosened, shaking the dayu to the ground.

The Uighur prince Bodhisattva, who was closest to the case, took a few steps forward, picked up the big tent that had fallen in the center of the tent, and when he glanced at it, his small eyes suddenly widened, and he coughed involuntarily, and read it out loud in the Turkic language popular in the desert.

These few words, like a thunderbolt from the sky, exploded in the silent tent, shaking everyone speechless for a while. The Turkic generals present only felt their qi and blood surging, and a wild anger and injustice burned in their chests like a raging fire, burning through their hearts and lungs, burning their liver and gallbladder, and burning out their reason, and everyone's pupils were a demonic blood.

At this moment, the Uighur prince seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream, and looked at Princess Splendid with a bewildered and suspicious gaze, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but he held back.

A warm feeling surged in the heart of Tie Fuyou, the leader of the Black Water Spirit: in the prairie of the jungle, for the survival and reproduction of the tribe, how many times did he succumb to the invincible force of the tribe, and buried those hatreds that no one could tell deep in his heart, hoping that one day he could forget it in a daze. But at this moment, those things that had been buried deep in his heart reoccupied his entire heart in an instant. "Mantuo, you also have today." Tie Fuyou's eyes flashed with pleasure.

The Khitan leader Abaojia's brows furrowed deeply, he was born as a horse thief and knew better than anyone the importance of relying on a powerful force, otherwise, all the money and goods you intercepted would have no place to sell the stolen goods, and your eyes to find prey would lose reinforcements, and you would become a headless fly. In his eyes, ** is the best choice to be attached to, but if one day, this force meets a stronger opponent, what will his choice be? Abaojia suddenly realized that at this moment, he should think about this problem.

Bogutai and Zarjie glanced at each other, and there was an inexplicable look in their eyes. Galloping on the banks of the Ergun River, they started with 500 soldiers, and relied on their own strength and courage to create a 20,000 strong army that no one dares to despise today. Strength and courage are the only things they respect. They thought that the best generals were the bravest and most respectable in the world. But today, they finally realized that there were more brave and noble warriors in this world than those bloody warriors.

These indescribable expressions of theirs were clearly seen by the thoughtful Princess Splendid Beauty. She deeply felt that the alliance outside the Cyprus, which was not very strong, was shattered like an eggshell by Peng Wuwang's few words.

"When he wrote these words, he could never have imagined that his words would have such an impact and damage on us." At this moment, Princess Fairlight's mind wandered and began to wander uncontrollably, "But these words seem to be the most ingenious of tricks arranged to make our alliance stormy. Since I was ten years old, I began to study the art of war and strategy, until today, ten years of hard study, with great ambitions, hoping to use my talents and learning to spell out a stable country for my people. However, I was so self-righteous that I was dealing with a people who were much more powerful than I had imagined. Can such a nation really be conquered?"

The sound of heavy footsteps rang eagerly in Princess Fairlight's ears, drawing her wavering mind back. She raised her eyes and saw dozens of generals and warriors loyal to the Turks, such as Puaman, Tie Sickle, Tie Lan, Ke Zhan, Bashanhe, Luo Puhan, Zhan Xiong, and Zhan Hong, snatched out of the trains on both sides and knelt in front of the handsome case.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, the Han people killed my Turkic prince, destroyed my elite soldiers, and left a book to humiliate me. Please lead the elite troops tomorrow to attack Hengzhou, slaughter the whole city, and avenge the prince of Mantuo." Luo Puhan's eyes were blood-red, and he said loudly in a hoarse voice.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, Peng Wuwang has no one in his eyes, and he insults each other by leaving a message, but he is deceiving me and stuffing no one. I, Puaman, ask for a siege tomorrow and kill all the Han people in the city, so as to avenge the shame of today." Pua Man said in a deep voice.

"Princess, please give an order, a small city in Hengzhou, it actually caused our army to lose its troops, which really made my clan have no shame on the face, but I can rush to the city wall, kill all the Hengzhou defenders, and sacrifice the heads of their leaders to Her Royal Highness the Princess." But the battle is fierce.

"Swear to attack the city to the death and slaughter Hengzhou!" The rest of the Turkic generals spoke in unison.

The generals of all clans, who were still standing on both sides of the tent, glanced at each other, and came to the center of the tent and said, "Please give the princess the order to attack the city." Their eyes were cautious and hesitant, as if they were quietly waiting to judge Princess Splendid Beauty's decision.

The public was angry, and Princess Jinxiu knew that she could no longer change everyone's decision, otherwise it would cause discord among the generals and commanders, and make the leaders of all ethnic groups who began to have a wait-and-see attitude even more doubt the authority of the ** Turk.

She only gave orders to besiege the city. It was a big gamble that made her feel heavy, and if she lost, she would have to pay a price that she could not afford alone. But she had no choice.

In the joint camp of the Saiwai army, which was shrouded in night, there was the sound of wooden wheels rolling, and several ox carts transporting corpses were driven by seven or eight listless Turkic soldiers towards the crematorium near the corner of Hengzhou. This crematorium was deliberately built by the Turks on the upwind outlet, and once burned, a large stream of corpse-stenching smoke and dust would drift into the city of Hengzhou, which was particularly smoky.

Through the gaps in the corpses of the Turkic soldiers covering his body, Peng Wuwang saw the handsome flag fluttering in the wind in front of the Turkic Golden Horde, which was no longer the wolf head symbol of Mantuo, but was replaced by two dark phoenixes.

"Have the Turks changed their commanders? Who could it be?" Peng Wuwang was nervous in his heart, he knew that his eldest brother's sacrificial assault was to kill the Turkic commander Mantuo, so that the enemy army was leaderless and his soldiers were self-extricating. But now that the Cypriot coalition army has been replaced by another marshal in such a short period of time, that is to say, the siege of Hengzhou will still continue, and the people in the city are still facing a desperate situation.

The ox cart slowly drove past the brightly lit main tent, the figures in the tent flickering, and many people waving their fists excitedly. Peng's hopeless eyes were fixed on the tent door, hoping to see the vague appearance of the coalition commander. However, the ox cart was obscured by a group of elite guards guarding the main tent, and he could not see anything.

After a long time like this, Peng Wuwang finally gave up, raised his head and pillowed the corpse under him, and breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, he suddenly noticed that the smell in the air was faintly different from the smell around the main tent. He inhaled hard, and the indescribable stench of corpses, the pungent smell of rust and the peculiar smell of cattle and horses poured into his nose in all directions, almost suffocating him. These smells were exactly what he had been smelling since he entered the Turkic camp.

But just now, outside the tent, he forgot all the smells for a moment, and only felt a trace of his deep attachment flowing in the air. Peng Wuwang felt a sour warmth in his eyes: the scent of orchids, it's her!

"Are you willing to kill me?" Jinxiu's hoarse and tender voice sounded in his ears again.

Peng Wuwang gently stroked a four-foot steel knife hidden in his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled bitterly: Turkic and Datang, at this time and today, they have reached the critical point of life and death, Ah Jin and himself are incompatible, but they are desperate to fall in love. The most desperate thing in the world is nothing more than that. Death is sad, but in comparison, it is much happier, because at least there is hope for a reunion in the afterlife.

The ox cart came to a halt suddenly, and the Turks who drove it spoke loudly, and then began to remove the corpses from the cart one by one and pile them in the middle of the crematorium. Peng Wuwang was also thrown in, and next to him lay Zhang Tao, who closed his eyes and pretended to be dead. Several piles of firewood and grass were thrown into the crematorium from all directions, and the smell of pine oil on the torches was pungent.

"Peng Daxia, they set fire to the corpse." Zhang Tao whispered in panic.

Peng, who had been looking up at the sky, woke up like a dream, exhaled suddenly, broke through the air from the pile of corpses, stretched out his hands, and a strong dragon capture true qi erupted wildly, grabbing the two Turkic soldiers holding torches out of thin air, twisting them hard, breaking their necks. With a shake of his hands, the two corpses flickered and flew out, hitting the heads of two other Turkic soldiers, and the four of them collided like broken jars. Peng Wuhope's figure was like a bird of prey that changed in the night sky, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the other three Turks who were stunned, slashed horizontally, shattered the Adam's apple of one person, supported his legs, and suddenly pulled up his body, clamped the neck of one person, twisted it hard, and immediately shattered his neck bone. As his body fell, his hands pressed on the shoulders of the last man, knocking him to the ground and punching him in the left chest. The soldier spurted only a mouthful of blood, and then his life was lost.

Peng Wuwang wiped the blood splashed on his face and looked back at Zhang Tao on the side. At this time, Zhang Tao had just straightened up half of his body from the ground, and looked around in amazement at the corpses of the Turkic soldiers who were still alive a moment ago.

"Quick, let's go to Hengzhou." Peng Wuwang came to him and reached out to pull him up. Zhang Tao reflexively moved his body back and looked at him in panic.

Peng Wuhope's face showed a look of pathos, straightened up, and said softly, "Am I too ruthless?" Zhang Tao hurriedly got up from the ground and whispered, "The kid is rude, these Turks are innocent of death, and they are the kindness of too many of my women."

"A woman's kindness is not something that everyone can have." Peng Wuhope's eyes were even more sad, and he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."

In the night of Hengzhou, the city echoed with Situ Wan'er's mournful pipa sound, since the people of Hebei came out of the sky, until after the heavy rain, these white-clothed warriors seemed to have disappeared in the air, without any news. Peng, who chased their footsteps and ran away, was hopeless and never returned. Without them, the whole city of Hengzhou seems to be a lot quieter, and people are no longer willing to let go of their throats to talk, and there is no longer laughter. There was only the occasional whisper, and the brief exchange of glances with Lu Zuo when they met.

Hong Sixue washed her beloved horse rouge over and over again, no matter how Zheng Juechen beside her teased her, she didn't say a word. Fang Mengjing nervously continued to rummage through the several volumes of Dou's military books collected in the Thorn Mansion, but the thin dozen or so pages made her sit in front of the desk day and night. Jia Bianque's medicine bag had been turned over and over thousands of times by her, but every time she put the medicine bag on the table, she always remembered that something had been forgotten inside.

But tonight's Hengzhou City is a little different from the past, and bursts of cheers resounded one after another from all the cityheads. The chaotic footsteps poured towards the Thorn Mansion.

"The head dart is back!" Hou Zaichun and Zuo Lianshan, who assisted the Tang soldiers in their vigil tonight, were ecstatic and led a group of sentries to rush into the Assassin's Mansion and said loudly.

Those flying tiger darts who couldn't sleep at night rushed out of the room one after another, gathered around the bedroom where Fang Mengjing was temporarily staying, and listened to Hou Zaichun's every word about the head of the dart.

"The chief dart head is back," Hou Zaichun said breathlessly, "He took Zhang Tao, a wind mediator from Chang'an, to see General Changsun. He said that his eldest brother had killed the Turkic commander."

The Flying Tiger Darts crowd gathered at the door reported a burst of joyful cheers, and Peng Wuxing squeezed through the crowd and rushed to Hou Zaichun, eagerly asking, "What's wrong with Big Brother?"

Hou Zaichun and Zuo Lianshan glanced at each other, and their expressions dimmed.

"Hou Ada, you bastard, tell me quickly, is the eldest brother also back?" Peng Wuxing's eyes immediately turned blood-red, stepped forward and grabbed Hou Zaichun's shirt, and roared.

"Don't be afraid, you calm down, your eldest brother ......" Zuo Lianshan hurriedly stepped forward to stop his hands and said in a deep voice.

"What's wrong with my eldest brother?" Peng Wuxing pushed Hou Zaichun away, and grabbed Zuo Lianshan's shirt again. The people around them suddenly fell silent, and everyone's faces showed a sad expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Peng Wuxing glanced around at the crowd around him and was furious, "You don't know anything, why do you all think that my eldest brother is dead? Why are you so ruthless? One by one, you all wish my eldest brother would die soon, right?"

"Don't be afraid, don't be so impulsive...... Fang Mengjing couldn't bear him to be so sad, and said softly.

"Shut up, you let your eldest brother trap himself to death, I will never forgive you!" Peng fearlessly roared.

Fang Mengjing seemed to be hit by the thunder that fell from the sky, and she only felt soreness and pain all over her body, and the guilt that had tormented her for so many days came to her heart like a tide at this time, making her feel a heart-rending pain.

"I'm sorry, it's me who is bad." Fang Mengjing held her breath and said in a low voice.

"Big brother is not dead." A clear, deep voice came to mind from behind. Everyone turned their heads, only to find that Peng Wuwang, accompanied by Zhang Tao and Changsun Yue, also came to Fang Mengjing's door.

"Big brother isn't dead?" Peng Wuxian was shocked all over, turned his head to look at his third brother, and after a long pause, he shook his head and said, "Third brother, at this time, what are you still lying to me doing, the eldest brother is already dead, right?"

"Why don't you believe it when you already know?" Peng Wuwang's face showed a sad expression, "Fourth brother, you are close to the weak crown, and you are already a man who stands up to the sky, you should know: there are some things that you don't want to do, and since it happens, accept it." The things in this world are not arranged for you and my brother, nor can Miss Fang arrange for us. Don't be harsh on Miss Fang."

"But, big brother...... It's just too fast. I, I'm not ready." Peng Wuxing's body shook his body, his mouth pouted, and he cried. Peng Wuwang's eyes were hot, and he took a step forward to take the fourth brother in his arms, but the cry that became hoarse still resounded throughout the Thorn Shi Mansion.

Peng Wuwang raised his head and said to General Changsun, "The general should have a military situation to discuss with Miss Fang, and our brother has taken his leave." As he spoke, he carefully hugged his fourth brother, who was already crying darkly, and walked out of the house.

Looking at their brother's distant figure, everyone's hearts were filled with a deep desolation.

The light of dawn poured slowly down from the gaps in the blue clouds in the sky, and the twilight dissipated from the city with a piercing grinding sound. Thousands of officers and soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who did not have patrol duties began to sharpen their blades. Peng Wuwang carefully sharpened the two single knives that were still in his hands to the blades, and looked at the sunlight with satisfaction, with a strange smile on his face.

"Fearless, okay?" Fang Mengjing walked to his side lightly with red eyes and sat down, and asked softly.

"He'll hold it." Peng Wuwang stuck the double knife on his back and said lightly.

"I'm sorry." Fang Mengjing looked at the Hu people in the north of the city who were shouting and neighing, and was silent for a long time, and suddenly said.

"I don't blame you." Peng Wuwang shook his head, "The heroic death of the eldest brother is an end for anyone without regrets. Our brothers all wish we had such an ending."

"You've made up your mind to die?" Fang Mengjing asked softly.

Peng Wuwang smiled slightly, raised his chin slightly, and said to Hu Daying, "She's finally here. I decided to stay here with her forever."

"Can you do it?" Fang Mengjing sighed.

"Do your best." Peng Wuwang straightened his chest and said excitedly. He took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Fang Mengjing: "Miss Fang, how is the military situation?"

Fang Mengjing smiled bitterly and shook her head: "The defenders of Chang'an let us have to defend for ten days, and everything will turn around at that time. However, the Cypriot and foreign coalition forces secretly moved their troops here, and the number has reached more than 300,000 today. As long as they maintain the offensive of the previous few days, in less than a day, Hengzhou will be broken. And Chang'an won't give us any support."

"It's man-made, we can give it a try." Peng Wuwang said in a deep voice.

Fang Mengjing stood up, nodded and said, "The key is the siege battle on the first day, if we can withstand it, the variables within the Cypriot Coalition Army will be revealed little by little. Withstood on the first day, and there was hope for the future." She pretended not to care and glanced at Peng Wuwang, and said softly, "Please take care." After speaking, he turned around hurriedly, stumbled slightly, and left the city quickly.

"Take care, too." Peng Wuwang waved his hand at her, and began to sharpen a spare ghost-headed broadsword beside him on the stone slab. This knife is nothing for him to use, and it is completely a substitute for the time when there is no knife to use. The only advantage of this thick-backed broadsword is that it is heavy and strong, and it is not easily damaged, and even if the blade is worn and curled, it can still be used as a short-handled mace. Peng Wuwang polished the blade, slashed a few times in the air, shook his head, and sighed.

"Don't take advantage of it?" Hong Sixue's soft voice sounded in his ears.

"Sister-in-law, are you here too?" Peng Wuwang raised his head and said in surprise.

Hong Sixue also sat beside him, and shook her head with a smile: "Big brother, how many knives have you used over the years?"

Peng Wuwang laughed from the bottom of his heart: "You actually noticed, your eldest brother and I are good at breaking knives, and I don't know how many good knives I have ruined in my life, and I can't count them."

Hong Sixue whistled, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded on the city steps, and her red rouge horse galloped up from under the city like the wind. She stood up, took a streamlined and extremely beautifully shaped Pu knife from her horse, and handed it to Peng Wuwang.

Peng Wuwang was shocked, stood up, took the knife one by one, and watched it carefully up and down. The blade on the knife shot out a little cold light in the sun, although it still did not devour human blood, but it already exuded an extremely fierce murderous aura, and the forest was cold to the bone, making people feel like standing in the cold winter wax moon.

"Good knives!" Peng Wuwang said sincerely, "Even with Master Wei's exquisite craftsmanship, it would be difficult to make such a good product if no miracle happened." He looked at Hong Sixue and was about to say something, but suddenly his whole body shook and he couldn't speak for a long time. Hong Sixue glanced at him inexplicably, quickly pulled the cuff of her right hand to her wrist, and closed her lips tightly.

After pondering for a long time, Peng Wuwang said slowly: "Such a good knife, I will not live up to it." Hong Sixue breathed a sigh of relief gently, with a comforting look on her face, turned her head and took out a string of short knives from her horse, and said, "Master Wei has worked hard for you night and night to make seven mandarin duck short knives, all of which are among these knife bags, and the eldest brother should keep them properly."

"The knife you sew?" Peng Wuwang took the knife bag, didn't think about it, and tied it tightly around his waist.

"Hmm." Hong Sixue nodded slightly, a thin flush on her face.

"I don't even know, it turns out that you also know how to needlework." Peng Wuwang smiled while pulling the ribbon connecting the knife bag and checking the tightness.

"Is it sturdy?" Hong Sixue said worriedly.

"Sturdy." Peng Wuwang nodded and said loudly.

"Very well, I'll go to the west of the city, and I'll not be afraid of them patrolling there." Hong Sixue said softly. After speaking, she didn't wait for Peng Wuhope's answer, so she turned over and rode away.

Looking at her back, Peng Wuwang was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed softly, held the Pu knife in his arms, and sat down on the blue-gray stone steps.

The familiar sound of footsteps sounded in Peng Wuwang's ears, and he straightened up suddenly, and said, "Doctor Jia, are you here too?"

Jia Bianque, who was dressed in a yellow shirt, shrugged his nose and glanced at him: "I'm bored, so I'll look around." After saying that, I sat down beside him.

"I'm looking for you, I should drink medicine again, give it to me quickly." Peng Wuwang smiled.

"I don't want to waste my spirit, we are about to die in Hengzhou, and it has become a delusional idea to make the antidote to the Absolute Gu, so don't drink these medicines." Jia Bianque said coldly.

"You give me something to drink," Peng said hopelessly, "I don't drink Gu wine for a month, I only feel that something is wrong with my body, and I can't lift my spirits when I kill the enemy for a while."

"Are you really addicted?" Jia Bianque shook his head, took out the small wine jar from his arms, and handed it to Peng Wuwang. He grabbed it and drank it, a stream of hot sweat drained all over his body, indescribably refreshing.

"Here's this." Jia Bian Que handed two bottles of potions, one black and one white, to Peng Wuwang.

"What is this?" Peng Wuwang asked.

"One bottle is poison, the other is an antidote, the poison is applied to the blade, and the antidote is used for one's own use." Jia Bian Que said coldly.

"Doctor Jia, this, this is not very good." Peng Wuwang exclaimed.

"What's wrong. You must say that you chivalrous people do not disdain to kill people by these crooked means. Hmph, using a knife is killing, using poison is also killing, what is the difference? I think it's better to kill with poison faster and less painful. This poison seals the throat when it sees blood, and it will die when the skin is broken, which is much more profitable than you cutting people to death with a knife, and it also saves you a lot of strength. The more enemies you kill, the fewer your comrades will die. Fight on the battlefield, do everything, if you cling to those chivalrous dogmas, you just do more stupid things." Jia Bianque didn't wait for him to say a few more words, and immediately smashed a large string of plausible truths at Peng Wuwang like a firecracker, making him stunned on the spot.

It took a long time for Peng to come back to his senses, nodded hesitantly, and said, "Okay, I'll use it well, Doctor Jia, don't worry." Jia Bianque's face showed a hint of relief, coughed, and said, "That's all I can do, take care." After saying that, he walked down the castle tower without looking back.

Looking at the antidote to the poison in his hand, Peng Wuwang smiled helplessly: "If I am stabbed, I will not die, and I probably won't be able to die with poison."

There was a commotion in the silent city, and a large group of city defense officers and soldiers used the perimeter of the city steps to probe their brains and keep looking. In the midst of the chatter, Li Yu and Master Wei triumphantly led more than 100 soldiers and craftsmen who were proficient in ironware manufacturing in Hengzhou City, and pushed more than 20 crossbows equipped with small wooden wheels and could walk freely onto the city.

These trap repeaters look a bit like the Zhuge Profit and Loss Repeaters that were secretly circulated in the Central Plains gangs, except that there is an additional round runner, and twelve arrow boxes with exact similar shapes are installed on the wheels, each with a groove up to eight inches deep, which can be loaded with ten crossbow arrows. Master Wei excitedly explained to the crossbowmen around him how to operate this mechanical repeater. It turns out that the archer only needs to pull the trigger to fire ten arrows in one of the arrow magazines on the wheel in a row, and then turn the wheel and place the other arrow magazine under the lookout mountain for aiming, and it only takes less than a breath to fire ten more arrows. This wheel has twelve arrow box positions, which need to be operated by two people at the same time, one person is responsible for firing arrows and turning the wheel on the box, and the other person is responsible for loading the arrow box with arrows on the side, which can fire thousands of fast arrows in a row, and the end is extremely sharp.

After Master Wei finished explaining, he waved his hand at Li Yu. Under the expectation of everyone, Li Yu triumphantly came to the crossbow, raised the heavy crossbow body, aimed at a burning toad car under the city and pulled the trigger, ten arrows flew out like meteors, and drew an endless rainbow line in the air. In the exclamation of everyone, Li Yu turned the wheel, a crisp sound of changing boxes sounded, and another arrow box had already been put in position, he didn't stop for a moment, and pulled the trigger again, and ten arrows flew out again, densely inserted into the toad cart under the city. The officers and soldiers in the city were dumbfounded, and it took a long time to come back to their senses, and they all applauded Li Yu and Master Wei from the bottom of their hearts. The crossbowmen who defended the city hurriedly divided up these dozens of crossbows like treasures, and distributed them in the southeast, northwest, and northwest of the city, and some of the defenders who did not get them sighed that they were unlucky, and begged Li Yu and Master Wei to build a few more, which made them very proud.

Looking at these two old and strong old men, Peng Wuwang's originally gloomy face finally had a smile and nodded slightly. At this moment, the sound of a wooden wheel turning sounded from his side, and he turned his head to look, only to see Luo Mingxian and Zhao Yixiang pushing a mechanical crossbow in front of him, aiming the crossbow and arrow at the city.

"Why, Mr. Li Yu also sent you one?" Peng Wuwang smiled.

"Yes, master." Zhao Yixiang looked at Luo Mingxian and said.

"What are you afraid of, master, we robbed it, our accurate head is much better than the average officer and soldier, let's use one to ensure that the Turkic dog kills more than those soldiers." Luo Mingxian said proudly.

Peng Wuwang smiled and didn't speak, he knew that Luo Mingxian had begun to have the intention of winning since the last time he killed people in the last competition, and this time with a repeating crossbow, the number of Turks who died in his hands should be more than last time.

"Brother Peng, get up, why are you still sitting and lazy." Dressed in black, Lei Ye came to his side with an iron and eyebrow stick on his shoulder, "Miss Fang said, this time the enemy will inevitably send all the elite masters to rush to the city wall to fight, and a few of us will form a team of masters to deal with them." Behind him, Zheng Juechen, Xiao Liechen and Lian Feng, who were dressed in white and robed in white, walked up.

"Sister-in-law, she ......" Peng Wuwang suddenly remembered Hong Sixue and wanted to say something.

"She guards the western city while patrolling the inner city defenses, so it's too dangerous for her to kill the enemy with our team." Zheng Juechen's sword eyebrows were raised, and before he could finish speaking, he interrupted his words.

Peng Wuwang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled helplessly: "What Brother Zheng said is extremely true."