Feng Wumian gently put down the jade flute in his hand, his arms drooped down, he tilted his head slightly, and slowly closed his eyes, his face was complex and contradictory.

She hadn't slept so late, and she was still playing such a passionate tune, was she missing that heroic and upright man? Did she want to go back to the land where the yellow sand was flying where ten thousand horses were neighing?

The scene where she said to him so firmly that Shen Peifeng would never do this to her came to mind, and he actually felt a tingling pain in his chest, and he felt remorse.

Was he wrong to do so?

A heavy footstep came, and Lu Weihe's report sounded behind him: "City Lord, you really didn't guess wrong, there was an abnormal movement outside the city gate." ”

Feng Wumian didn't turn around, still maintained his original posture, and said lightly: "How many people?" ”

"There are only more than 100 pioneers, but these more than 100 people are not to be underestimated, they are obviously specially trained, they fight in groups, cooperate seamlessly, and have reached the west side of the city."

"What about the others?"

Lu Weihe's face showed indignation, and he said in a deep voice: "I am still shouting and scolding in front of the city gate, and I have not stopped for a moment from dusk to now. ”

"Ignore it."

"So what do we do now?"

"First stop the more than 100 people, return them to King Chen unharmed, and file his sharpness. Let's just say......" Feng Wumian paused slightly and continued, "Let's just say that the wedding of the city lord is imminent, and I don't want to see blood." ”

"Yes!"

Lu Weihe took the order and retreated, and the depression in his heart was swept away, and the steps under his feet were obviously much lighter than when he came.

He was really looking forward to it, what was the expression of His Royal Highness King Chen of Beicang when he saw his soldiers being tied up and returned? Just thinking about it makes me think it's too beautiful.

Outside the gates of Wucheng.

The torches in the hands of the 100,000 soldiers led by Yu Wenyi were held high, and the swaying firelight was in the night, and it looked like a sky full of stars from a distance.

They had been shouting in front of the city gate since dusk, and it had been three watches, and the other party had not heard it, and the city gate was still closed and indifferent.

"Major General, we've been scolding like this for a few hours, do you still want to scold?" Liuxia took a few steps forward, came to Yu Wenyi's side, turned around slightly and asked in a low voice.

Yu Wenyi raised his eyes to look at the sky, and then glanced at the dark city gate in front of him, a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and said loudly: "Scold!" Continue to scold General Ben, scold hard! The worse the scolding, the better! The louder, the better! ”

"Gotcha!"

Liuxia got the order, rode on his horse and continued to shout at the city wall, "Listen to the people of Wucheng! Our general has an order, and the wind is sleepless is a thousand-year-old shrinking turtle, and the old king is ......"

Another soldier with a high voice was temporarily selected by Yu Wenyi, and he continued with Liu Xia's words: "Is Feng Wumian so frightened that he hides under the bed? is also married, probably hiding in the woman's bed on the pretext of the big wedding and not daring to come out, right?! ”

The soldiers behind him burst into laughter when they heard this, and their words became even more unscrupulous. Oh, no, it's just unbearable.

The loud and wanton laughter made Feige can't help but twitch the corners of his lips fiercely, and secretly sigh that this wind is sleepless and really bearable, in the face of such an insult, he can turn a blind eye and listen to it, this concentration, is it stupid to be kicked in the head by a donkey?

Huang Fuchen rode on the horse from beginning to end, his face was tense, his long eyebrows were frowned, and he didn't say a word, letting the soldiers laugh and scold like this without stopping it, lowering his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking.

This was originally a plan formulated by him and Yu Wenyi, and they led a large army to call for battle in front of the city gate to attract the attention of the enemy. On the other side, a team of 100 people led by a hundred people detoured to the west gate and took advantage of the night to sneak attack and attack the city.

The reason why he didn't go with the hundred people was actually to hide people's eyes.

However, after all this time, why haven't there been any news from those people? They are the elites carefully selected by Yue'er, and according to their strength, it is absolutely effortless to climb over the city without knowing it.

So far, there has been no news from them, could it be that something really happened?

Just when Huangfu Chen was secretly thinking about it, Feige suddenly pointed at the West and shouted in disbelief: "Your Highness! Look! ”

Huang Fuchen was stunned for a moment, if Feige could show such a panicked look, something important must have happened, otherwise how could a person as calm as Feige be so out of shape.

He looked in the direction pointed by the flying singer, and he was also stunned suddenly, and a trace of bad premonition surged in his heart.

I saw that the wisps of mist in the direction of the west of Wucheng City gradually rose, becoming thicker and thicker, and becoming deeper and deeper, and after a while, it became cloudy, and the black flags fluttering on the city wall could no longer be seen.

Just now, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, why did it suddenly fall into the sky? And this is in the hot summer, where does the fog come from? What's even more strange is that this thick fog only fills the west of the city, and the north gate where they are now still looks up to a starry sky.

Everyone was also shocked by this strange scene, and before they knew it, they stopped shouting and scolding, and at the same time looked at the thick fog in the west direction of the city.

Could it be that the rumor is true? The lord of Wucheng will know the magic law, and whoever violates Wucheng will be foggy from the sky, making people unable to distinguish the direction, and they will be used as an arrow target. What's more, they will go berserk and kill each other......

Huang Fuchen clenched his fists tightly, his dark eyes stared at the strange thick fog, and his face sank like water. Have they been discovered? If it is discovered, why can't you hear a trace of shouting and fighting? Why isn't there a glimmer of fire? Or were they brought under control before they could react?

The fog lasted for nearly two incense sticks, and all of them faded without warning, and disappeared without a trace in a moment.

What's going on? Is it already over?

Yu Wenyi and Huang Fuchen glanced at each other in unison, and their faces were uncertain.

At this moment, under the black flag fluttering on the gate tower of Wucheng, a tall figure holding a torch suddenly appeared. He glanced down at the 100,000 horses under the city that were as black as an ink cloud, and said in a loud voice that didn't care: "Where is Huangfu Chen?!" ”

Huang Fuchen was stunned for a moment, the voice of the person who came was loud, full of energy, and when he heard it, he was a person with strong internal strength, and now he was looking for him by name, I don't know what it was?

As soon as Liu Xia heard someone call his Royal Highness by his name, he couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and he didn't hold back for a while, so he scolded the figure loudly: "Who are you? Dare to call my Royal Highness by name, don't you want to live?! ”

The visitor paused slightly, and a contemptuous voice came from the city: "I can't imagine that His Royal Highness King Chen, the commander of the three armies, doesn't even dare to stand up and return to the general's words, it's just that!" ”

When Liu Xia heard this, he was angry, and was about to speak again, but was stopped by Huang Fuchen waving his hand.

He took a few steps forward on his horse, took the reins of his horse, and stood proudly in front of the three armies, hunting in inky robes, and moving automatically in the night without wind.

"General Lu, what are you looking for this king?"

Huang Fuchen stared at the mighty figure on the city wall, motionless as a mountain, and as soon as the cold words came out, the soldiers of the three armies were inexplicably reassured.