"It hurts" Xiao He covered his forehead and said with a smile.

"You're crazy, I've never thought about the position of the world, but I just have someone in my heart who wants to go and see"

In the hot summer, on the city wall, one white and one red, two figures stood opposite each other, the woman was dressed in white and had white hair, and her face was white sand. The man is dressed in red and has black hair, phoenix eyes, and thin lips. Today, Ao Tianxue parted, and Xiao He came to see him off.

"Gone," Ao Tianxue said lightly.

Xiao He looked sad and said with a bitter face: I can't stay.

Ao Tianxue smiled: It's not that I won't come back, my sisters are here, just go out and have a look.

"How long..."

"It's almost a month, and I'll be back a year later," the woman said lightly.

The man looked at the 300,000-strong army under the city walls. stepped forward and hugged the woman: I'll wait for you to come back!

Ao Tianxue didn't resist, just stood there quietly, feeling a trace of warmth brought by the man, but... Quickly dispelled by the cold in the body, all that remains is the cold and the loneliness inside.

"Let's go," Ao Tianxue said slowly.

Xiao He smiled bitterly and reluctantly let go of the hand holding the woman. In an instant, the white shadow turned around and fell down the city wall. Seeing this, the army outside the city heard the sound of alarm fighting, tens of thousands of people surrounded the white shadow, and the sound of fighting came out in an instant, screaming again and again, the white shadow was like entering a no-man's land, without the slightest pavilion, rushing straight through the army of 300,000, turning into an afterimage and disappearing. In the middle of the army, Tong Changsheng stood on the platform, watching the white shadow go away, with a shocked face, why is there such a master in Chongzhou.

On the city wall, Xiao He had tears in the corners of his eyes, wiped them with his hands at will, raised his left hand high, and then fell suddenly.

The gate of Chongzhou, which had been closed for a month, finally moved, and the gate opened, with black armor, black war horse, black spear in hand, and black scimitar at waist. Like a long stream of ink, it turns into a torrent. "Kill."

The dust is flying, the horse's hooves are ringing, and the angry hair is rushing to the crown and reading the red face.

Xiao He held a black folding fan in his hand, jumped down from the city wall, stepped on the shoulders of the black ink soldiers, and fell into the head of the army, a black horse. The folding fan clattered and opened. Slowly incited: The Black Ink Army listened to the order, followed me into the enemy camp, and took the head of the general.

"Kill."

This life killing, morale is skyrocketing, and this killing is full of killing intent.

The "array" waved his hand and gave the order, the subordinate ordered the flag to wave, and the 300,000 army moved suddenly like an ancient beast, quickly lined up, the heavy cavalry was the first to finish the formation, and the 300,000 army moved like a flood to invade the nest and rushed towards the Chongzhou Black Ink army.

The black ink army did not show weakness, and in front of the black oppressive army, a ghostly red shadow turned into a red line like a flame, and went straight into the enemy camp.

The folding fan in his hand has become the scythe of death, harvesting the lives of the soldiers of the victorious army.

The folding fan swept, the cold light crossed, the head fell to the ground, and the blood was all over the sky, dyeing the blood-red single clothes even more gorgeous!

The surrounding soldiers were stunned for a moment, retreated, and looked at the man in red in front of them. The man's face is like a beauty, but his face is murderous, like a killing god.

Airplanes.... Buzzing.

The horn of war sounded, and when everyone heard this, they shook their weapons and roared. Kill. It can be regarded as lifting his breath and rushing towards Xiao He.

"It's good" Xiao He laughed wildly, he just wanted to kill people in his heart, he just wanted to vent, and a black folding fan in his hand, like a ghost, like hell, harvesting all the lives around him! Even though the soldier was afraid of Xiao He in his heart, the horn behind him kept ringing, this was the sound of the charge, as a soldier, he knew whether he was dead or charged. "Kill."

Dozens of meters away, Tong Changsheng looked around, and the power of the Black Ink Army was indeed worthy of its name. Actually one against five. The other party only has tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, and the 300,000 troops he actually killed are a bit of a rout. Capture the thief and capture the king first, and Chang Sheng said to the left and right generals: Follow the old man to capture the thief as a congratulatory gift for the emperor.

With Chang Sheng thought very beautifully, summoning the emperor to ascend the throne, Tianhong no matter the emperor ascended the throne, Chongzhou is always a heart disease, if Xiao He's head is cut off today, Chongzhou will naturally be self-defeating, and then it will be counted as the new emperor's work, and he will be prosperous and rich for life.

Thinking of this, Tong Changsheng tightened the reins in his hand hard, kicked the horse's belly with both feet, roared, and rushed towards the red clothes in the battlefield.