When crossing Wenzhou and entering the next city, the general defending the city was Princess Wudanga, the woman who repeatedly sent people to assassinate Mu Qingli.

Wu Danjia, who was dressed in military uniform, stood heroically on the city wall, and at a glance locked on Beichen, who was sitting on a horse hundreds of meters away, and at the same time, Mu Qingli only felt a murderous gaze that fell on him.

Mu Qingli took out her binoculars and saw the people staring at her on the city wall, and wondered: "There are actually female generals in Northern Xinjiang, who are very beautiful, but why are you so hostile to me?" ”

When Beichen heard this, he said lightly: "If my guess is right, that person should be Udanga." ”

Udanga? The woman who fell in love with Beichen and repeatedly assassinated her? Mu Qingli put down the binoculars and sneered.

Mu Qingli hit his horse and approached Zhao Ziyi: "General, if it is a siege, I will also join the vanguard force." ”

Zhao Ziyi nodded, didn't ask anything, and directly agreed, Zhao Ziyang looked worried: "Ah Qing, you have always followed your eldest brother in the center, why are you going to the vanguard this time?" ”

Mu Qingli said mischievously: "I'm tired of staying in the center, and it's not bad to go to the vanguard occasionally to harvest heads." ”

Beichen followed behind Mu Qingli, his expression a little complicated.

The horn of the siege sounded, and Mu Qingli followed the vanguard troops to carry out a fierce siege.

Wudanjia on the city wall has been looking for an opportunity to shoot Mu Qingli, and Mu Qingli's eyes are too provocative when she looks at her, which makes her annoyed.

While Mu Qingli was attacking the city, she had been paying attention to Wu Danjia, her figure skillfully avoided all arrows, and she threw a mocking smile at her, which made Wu Danjia jump to her feet in anger, and what made her even more angry was that Beichen had been protecting Mu Qingli from beginning to end, and the degree of maintenance was clear at a glance.

Regardless of the grievances of the three people, the Zhendong Army's siege of the city was not smooth, and Wudanjia was worthy of being the daughter of the king of Northern Xinjiang who fought in the south and the north, and her suppression method of the Zhendong Army could be said to be killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, and the ruthlessness was terrifying.

Zhao Ziyang was a thousand opponents of Mu Qingli's continuous provocation of Udanga, and seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, he had to let Beichen go up, however, he didn't know that he was in love with hostility, and the most taboo male protagonist persuaded him, Beichen didn't persuade it, but if he persuaded him, the effect was counterproductive.

Before Mu Qingli could secretly plot a conspiracy, Udanga single-handedly killed Mu Qingli in front of Mu Qingli at night.

Mu Qingli, Beichen and Zhao Ziyang, the three of them rested in the same camp, and the moment Udanga came in, the vigilant three jumped up at the same time.

Through the faint light of the fire outside the tent, the three of them saw clearly that it was Wu Danjia, who was braided all over his head, Wu Danjia raised his double knives, and slashed towards Mu Qingli without saying a word, and said hatefully in his mouth: "You pink-faced little student, what means do you use to hook the national teacher to break your sleeves with you." ”

Mu Qingli sat still, Beichen and Zhao Ziyang both blocked Udanga's attack, Udanga looked at Beichen, and his tone became soft again: "National teacher, you go back with me and be my forehead, in this life, I Wudanga is only good to you, isn't it?" ”

"Udanga, did you come to the camp of the Zhendong Army so single-handedly, did you treat my Zhendong Army as nothing?" Zhao Ziyang raised his knife and attacked Udanga, who smiled coldly and responded easily, "The Zhendong Army is just a moment of bravery, when your backyard catches fire, it is not certain who will lose or win." ”

Mu Qingli watched Wu Danjia and Zhao Ziyang fight, it was more than easy, and he knew that this woman's kung fu was definitely not low, for this kind of master, she had to use yin moves!

Mu Qingli smiled coldly, aimed his wrist at Udanga, and pulled the wrist mechanism.