Ao Tianxue held a black soft sword in her hand, the sword body exuded a chill, and she said firmly in her heart: Xiao He, if you love me, wake up soon.

Unexpectedly, at such a critical moment, Ao Tianxue actually said this sentence in her heart.

In the camp of Xizhou, Wen Xian picked up the wine glass with a comical face, glanced at Lin Xuan'er, who was ruddy, and said with a smile: Xuan'er retreat, since you are not General Zhang's opponent, I will come.

Lin Xuan'er glared at Wen Xian when she heard this, this stinky and shameless guy didn't care about his daughter at all, and said that he would drink with Zhang Yang and let himself replace him, but now that he was drunk and confused, he opened his mouth to let himself retreat. Looking at Zhang Yang's drunken face, looking at himself and smiling evilly, Lin Xuan'er shook her dizzy head and retreated.

Wen Xian smiled, picked up the wine glass and dried it up.

Zhang Yang stretched out his thumb and said: Although I despise you for letting a woman stand up to you, I am very satisfied with this bowl of wine. After saying that, he raised his wine glass and took a sip.

Wen Xian glanced at the drunk and hazy Lin Xuan'er, leaned closer to Zhang Yang's ear and said: How is my sister?

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, this guy looked obscene and smiling, probably thinking crookedly, but he replied to the other party with a "big beauty" by being drunk

Wen Xian whispered: If the general is interested, I...

"Report, urgent military intelligence"

Wen Xian, who was just about to be obscene, turned his head when he heard this, glared at the kneeling scout, waved his hand and said: Bring it.

The scout stepped forward and handed over the information, Wen Xian glared at the other party and muttered in a low voice: Don't open your eyes, stand down.

"Yes" The messenger scout tightened his heart when he heard this, and hurriedly retreated. This clerical nerd, looking at Si Swenwen's actual ruthlessness, these black ink scouts have personally learned it.

Wen Xian was a little drunk with a bowl of heavy wine, and lazily opened the note to look. The eyes widen and the pupils contract several times in an instant. "The lord is in danger, in the Shunmin Hall of Hebei Mansion, urgent"

Wen Xian instantly sobered up, wiped his red face with his hand, got up suddenly, and said sharply: Where are the five black ink generals.

The five people outside the account entered the tent in response to the call, hugged their fists and said: Mo General, military orders.

Wen Xian looked at the five generals in front and said coldly: The 50,000 army of Black Ink marched overnight and attacked Hebei Mansion.

The five of them glanced at each other, each with an inquiring look, trying to seek some information from the eyes of the other generals. It's a pity that there is no news from several people, so they have to hold their fists and say: Get the order.

Outside, the horns of the army sounded, and all the black ink armor-piercing set off. Zhang Yang looked at Wen Xian and puzzled: Brother Wen, what is this?

Wen Xian didn't explain, and said to Zhang Yang: Zhang Yang listens to orders.

Zhang Yang knew that there were no brothers in this big tent at this time, and after Zhang Yang listened to the four words of the order, he was a general, and Wen Xian was a handsome man who gave orders.

Zhang Yang's expression was as usual, and he hugged his fists: Zhang Yang listened to the order.

"Order you to stick to Xizhou and not send troops privately, if someone comes to attack and hold on, it is"

"Zhang Yang takes orders."

The originally peaceful world was surging here because of Xiao He's accidental injury, if Emperor Zhao and King Jin knew that there would be such a consequence, they would definitely not shoot the assassin to assassinate. Of course, history will not be rewritten, let alone irreversible.

For a time, spies from various countries kept coming and going to the headquarters of their respective forces. Jinzhou Wangfu, picked up the secret letter in his hand, his eyes were micron, his face was bulging, and he said coldly: The army of 50,000 black ink, like locusts crossing the border, who can file it. Zhang Yang actually shrank in Xizhou, if at this time. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stretch his face, and sneered: Maybe this is also a rare opportunity.

The imperial capital summoned the emperor, and there was a little helplessness on his cold face, 50,000 black ink troops were sent to Hebei Mansion, and the Hu people in the north had a change, but they only relied on the strength of Hebei Mansion to resist the 50,000 black ink army, and the iron cavalry at hand allocated Ouyang Zhentian at most 10,000, and more! It's not easy to deal with the Hu people, compared to the endoscope, the Hu people are too cruel.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and said: Spread the decree, order the general Ouyang Zhentian to return to Hebei as soon as possible to preside over the overall situation, and be sure to block the Chongzhou army.