The loess was flying in the sand, and the dark sky was full of dark clouds, as if a storm was about to strike.

"Sergeant of the Westland?"

The man on the gray horse smiled contemptuously, held a red-tasseled spear, and looked faintly into the distance.

Outside the city gates, the two armies were at loggerheads, and they had been in a stalemate for nearly an hour.

"Captain Hui is a sergeant of the Western Kingdom. ”

One of the soldiers was covered in dust with his hands and blood on his face, not knowing if it was his own or the enemy's.

"Report!"

Before the man could speak, another rapid shout came.

This was the sixth word "report" he had heard, but every time it came, it was not good news.

Deputy Commander Wang cursed a few words and was beheaded by the victorious general of the Western Kingdom. ”

The man waved his hand and pinched his eyebrows tiredly.

The victorious general, and this victorious general.

"General Chang Sheng?" the man hooked his lips, looked at the heavily guarded tent not far away, and slowly spoke, "Open the city gate, I will meet this General Chang Sheng." ”

Inside the big tent.

"Wang Wei was cut off his horse?"

Inside the tent, a man yelled in disbelief.

This person's name is Ban Lang, the character Yuan Xing, seven feet nine inches long, phoenix eyes and red lips, and the deputy commander of the Fengyin Army.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Ban Lang kicked on the charcoal stove in the house, grabbed the sword on the side, and prepared to kill.

"Yuan Xing!"

The man sitting in the mink chair rubbed his sword unhurriedly, his back to the door of the big tent, his mellow voice as low as a cello, unable to make the slightest ripple.

He was dressed in gray armor, his long ink-like hair stood up high, fixed with an iron hairpin, his dark red cloak dragged to the ground, his feet stepped on black embroidered brocade boots, and he held a long sword engraved with dragon patterns, the body of the sword was cold and cold, with a little murderous aura.

Born king.

It was the only description of him that anyone could find.

"People are running over us and bullying us! Are we still sitting still like this?"

Ban Lang's grip on the sword tightened a little more, he gritted his teeth, walked quickly to the man, and questioned loudly.

"The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth. ”

The man turned, his lips slightly open.

He didn't look like he was twenty-three-four.

With a jade-like neck upward, a handsome and flamboyant face is simply stunning.

The red lips, the high bridge of the nose, and the sharp sword eyebrows are embedded with a pair of extremely faint phoenix eyes, and the dark gray pupils are so deep that they are bottomless, as if there is an indescribable attraction that leads people to sink.

Eight feet long, golden ratio.

"You don't know yet, that kid from Shang Yun can't hold his breath more than me, and he has already opened the city gate to fight. ”

Ban Lang sat angrily on the sand table table with his hands on his chest.

"Fighting?"

The man looked at Ban Lang, frowned, and sheathed his sword, his handsome face slightly angry.

"I'm sure he won't consult with you. ”

Ban Lang looked helpless and angry, as if he was blaming the man's hesitation.

"What kind of person is he as that victorious general? Facing the battle? What a foolish thing he is!"

* Getting up, with a royal aura lingering beside him, he sank his eyes and looked at Ban Lang, with obvious anger in his eyes.

"I wondered, the little sissy prince of the Western Kingdom is still here, and their wolf ambitions are so quick that they can't bear it, and they don't even want their own master?"

Ban Lang lifted the curtain of the big tent, and goosebumps ran all over his body when he thought of the half-male and non-female Zuo Sixth Prince in the Western Kingdom.

"Therefore, today's battle is not for the West to fight with us. ”

The man raised his lips and walked out of the tent.

"Ahh......h

Before Ban Lang could finish speaking, the man had already jumped on his horse and threw the sword in his hand to him.

Ban Lang took the sword and looked at the man inexplicably.

"Get out of town!"

The man raised his head, straddled the white horse, his dark red cloak fluttered in the wind, and a pair of deep eyes could not see the bottom, and said in a loud voice.

In the loess paving, the sky is full of yellow sand, and his back is resolute and upright, like a ray of light in the darkness, which is enough to lead them out of the mud and overcome thorns.

The man stood in front of the city gate, as if the flames of war had been ignited as far as his eyes could see.

He looked at the slowly opening door and suddenly understood a truth.

A truth that drove him out of the city to face the battle.

He is not only the great general of Fengyin, nor is he the eldest prince of Fengyin.

He is Zhang Jiao's brother and Shang Yun's best friend.

My father galloped on the battlefield in this life, and exchanged countless dry bones and blood for the tranquility of Fengyin.

He wants to protect the place where he was born and raised.

If nothing else, just for every sergeant, official, and common man living in this land.

For the sake of his father's last wishes, for Zhang Jiao......

He would not, and would not allow, anyone to break the peace that had lasted for a hundred years.

Fengyin, his territory, who dares to go wild!