Fu Xin didn't know what to call this newborn calf not afraid of tigers or what, in short, after hearing the treacherous fabrication of the ambush, she suddenly realized that the dome slope would be the most likely place for the enemy to set up an ambush, which she found last night when she turned over the previous battles in this place, once the army was surrounded there, there was no exit at all to spread the news, and the enemy could block all the exits.

With a little thought, she could even come up with the enemy's full plan.

I'm afraid that the foreign clan will really set up an ambush on the dome slope and surround Duan Jinming's army.

As for why she sent spies to reveal this news, all she could think of was that the foreign clan was too ambitious, and they wanted to eliminate not only Duan Jinming and his party, but also to draw out more Western Liang troops and eliminate them together, as long as they occupied a dangerous geographical location and occupied the initiative, their chances of victory would be extremely great.

Thinking of this, Fu Xin flicked his horsewhip and drove the horse faster, galloping away in the direction of the dome slope like a sharp arrow.

All this is just her speculation, maybe she is thinking too much, but if her prediction is true, then she hopes that she will not be too late, and hopes that she can rush to Duan Jinming's side before the army reaches the dome, so as to turn passive into active.

Judging by the normal pace of the army's march, they would be on the dome in the early hours of the night, and if they were attacked in the dark night, it was possible that the whole army would be annihilated.

Looking at the sunset on the side of the mountain that was gradually falling, Fu Xin's heart jumped, because the horseback riding speed was too fast, the wind was blowing in his ears, and there was a whistling momentum, the wind in the wasteland was biting and cold, and people couldn't help but be a little scared.

Fu Xin is no exception, she is a human being, not a god, she can only rely on her courage to go to that dangerous place alone.

The night was dark, Fu Xin still miscalculated, she couldn't reach the dome slope, and only arrived at the nearest forest to the dome slope.

By the end of the day, she was exhausted, her eyelids were fighting, and her throat was very dry.

Fu Xin's eyes were sharp-eyed and saw the mountain spring flowing by on the side, so he went up directly and took a sip to quench his thirst.

The cold spring water poured into his throat, glowing with a little coolness, bringing a touch of refreshment, and Fu Xin felt much more comfortable.

But before she could leave the mountain spring, she suddenly felt something wrong in her throat, and the coolness did not seem to come from the spring, but the sharp blade in front of her throat.

She didn't dare to move, her fists clenched inadvertently, and she was thinking about whether she should seize the opportunity to raise her leg or kick, or should she brew a sentence "A good man has something to say".

In the end, she still adhered to the principle that the enemy does not move, and I do not move, holding her breath and concentrating.

It wasn't long before a voice of surprise rang in her ears.

"Your Majesty?"

"Duan Jinming?"

How could there be such a coincidence!

Fu Xin was stunned, reached out directly, pushed the sharp blade in front of his throat away with his fingertips, and then turned his head to look at General Duan, his heartbeat had not slowed down.

When she came to her senses, she couldn't hold back her words: "Duan Jinming, you are haunted in the middle of the night!" ”

"Isn't it you who is haunted?"

The corners of Duan Jinming's lips pulled perfunctorily, still showing helplessness.

When did you first find out that Your Majesty's IQ was worrisome?

He thought about it seriously, but felt that he would be beaten up if he spoke out.

This interesting detail was captured by Fu Xin, and she immediately felt very funny.

Duan Jinming, who has shed the skin of loyal ministers, is really cute.

Of course, if she knew what Duan Jinming was thinking, she might just want this guy to continue to play the role of a loyal minister.

Thinking so, she stretched out her finger and landed on his face, pushing his perfunctory smirk down: "Your smile is worse than crying." ”

Duan Jinming was full of black lines: "I didn't cry to show you." ”

He's a dignified eight-foot man, crying? It can't be in this life.