Bai Lu shook off his hand and refused: "No." ”

Yan Heng was a little aggrieved: "Why doesn't Your Highness let me go, I know martial arts, I can protect Your Highness." ”

"That's not going to work either."

Bai Lu was still unmoved, and instructed Ah Liu beside him: "Take him back to the camp tent, don't let him run around." ”

"Young Master Yan, please go back."

Ah Liu turned around and made a gesture of invitation to Yan Heng with a calm attitude, and for the fact that he had become Yan Heng's personal guard again, Ah Liu said with a blank face, just get used to it.

"Your Highness......"

Yan Heng didn't want to go back to the camp, he looked at Bai Lu with resentful and pitiful eyes, and wanted to make a final struggle.

Bai Lu didn't give him a chance: "Go back with Ah Liu." ”

With his current troublesome physique, what should he do if he goes to the battlefield and causes trouble for her?

So it's useless to sell cuteness, just treat it as an eye-catcher.

Yan Heng's little face fell, he snorted angrily at Bai Lu, turned around and ran back to the camp.

Bai Lu: "......"

No, isn't it just that he won't be allowed to go to war, is it necessary to be so angry?

Although the reason she refused was that she was afraid that he would get into trouble.

But is it not easy to rest in the tent?

If it weren't for the previous meeting, she had already promised those strategists, she wouldn't want to go to this battlefield!

I really don't understand what these young people are thinking now.

The battlefield was full of swords and swords, and hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides roared and rushed together, and in an instant, gunsmoke and blood splashed.

Bai Lu was like a sharp knife, piercing the depths of the enemy army, harvesting countless heads along the way.

Hot blood spurted on her body, but her eyes were indifferent from beginning to end, without compassion or madness.

It's calm, as if it's a statue without emotion.

The task given to her by the strategist was to kill the hundreds of pacesetters distributed by the enemy on the battlefield, so as to disrupt the opponent's formation, and strive to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop in this encounter.

Bai Lu didn't count how many people she had killed.

War has never been cruel, she has long been used to it, and she really doesn't have the energy to sigh over and over again that the bones will be dry, and the horse leather shroud will return.

People, after all, they all die, and when they die a lot, they get used to it.

Seeing another Dayi national pacesetter fall in front of him, Bai Lu calmly turned his horse's head, ready to kill the next pacesetter ten zhang away, but saw a somewhat familiar figure quickly kill in front of the pacesetter, break through the encirclement, and slash it on the chariot with a knife in hand.

It is Xu Ziya, the son of luck.

Yes, he is worthy of being the son of luck she chosen, daring to go deep into the enemy army in the chaos and kill the enemy pacesetter, whether it is this courage or his own strength, he is undoubtedly worthy of praise.

Bai Lu thought for a while, and simply killed the enemy while following Xu Ziya from a distance.

Anyway, the enemy pacesetters have been almost killed, the enemy army is in chaos, and there are not a few people left, so it is better to take this opportunity to create an opportunity for Xu Ziya to rise to the top.

In this way, part of the plot that Yan Heng broke off will be passed.

For Bai Lu suddenly not doing his job, but falling behind an ordinary soldier not far away to kill the enemy, the generals of the Wen Dynasty on the lookout were all confused.

Your Highness, what are you doing here?

But fortunately, most of the enemy's pacesetters have been eliminated, and the remaining few can't affect the overall situation, everything is going smoothly according to plan, and the generals don't say much.

It's just that I can't help but mutter.