As soon as she rode out of the city gate, she was shocked by the pungent smell of blood.

Although she was a holy princess in her previous life, she also experienced bloodshed, and even many cases of raiding her family and destroying her family were done by herself, but the breath of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in front of her was her first experience.

War.

If you don't go to the battlefield full of stumps and rivers of blood, you will never be able to experience it on paper.

The blood of her brave people will never be shed in vain.

Changning accelerated on the horse, hooked the stirrup with one foot, leaned back halfway, and scooped up the silver moon hook head red tassel spear that was pressed by the corpse.

In the cold light, she galloped with a gun in one hand.

The Qing'an army made a way for her, Fang Qian saw her from a distance, the spear swept through the surrounding enemy troops, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing here!" ”

Changning was silent, and a shot split to attack the Turkic cavalry, staring at the wind that was going crazy in the battlefield.

Although the archers in the city did not want to shoot it, it was so mad that it ran around, stuck three sharp arrows in its hip at some point, and was covered with terrible whip marks thrown by the Turks, and it fell into a complete frenzy.

The Turkic cavalry did not dare to sit in the saddle without permission, so no one dared to step forward and tame the wind.

But they wanted to use their superb skills to drive the war horse back.

Changning will not let them get their wish.

She bent her bow and arrows, and her dark and bright pupils reflected the appearance of the wind volleying over the Turks.

This war horse remembers, who is the enemy.

Even though he was exhausted and bruised, he still refused to give in.

"Chengfeng, go well." Changning said lightly.

A good horse does not serve the two masters, and even if he lives, he will eventually be lonely in the stable for a lifetime.

Death on the battlefield is its last glory.

Grandfather will be proud of you underground, Changning's eyes are solemn, and the bowstring is loose.

With a whoosh, the sharp arrow pierced through the clouds and hit the horse's throat.

The Turkic cavalry froze for a moment, and the next second they rushed towards the horse's corpse as if they were crazy, but it was the one who was the first to unsaddle his horse and hold it high above his head.

He didn't have long to be complacent, when an arrow pierced his throat.

Before the saddle could hit the ground, it was picked up by the other hand.

Changning bent his bow and arrows again, and the third sharp arrow did not miss a shot, and once again passed through his throat.

The jeweled iron saddle fell heavily to the ground.

Changning never passed, and the horse rode away from the range of the Turks, but anyone who got close was either cut down by Fang Qian or killed by her with an arrow.

This little man, who was shorter than everyone outside the battlefield, has now become the master of the battlefield.

Under her pressure, Bao Saddle fell to the ground alone and no one dared to pick it up.

"Kill!" The Turks turned their heads and rushed to kill.

They knew very well that only by killing Changning could anyone get the saddle.

But Changning's silver spear danced like a swimming dragon, briefly and quickly collected the thorns and provoked, fought in the most concise and labor-saving way, and actually galloped away on horseback.

Fang Qian was anxious and followed her to escort her.

The girl, too, put one foot on the pedal, leaned back, and picked up the saddle and placed it on the horse's back.

The Turks were even more red-eyed, and chased Changning like crazy.

She doesn't love war either, so she goes back to her horse and leaves.

The wind galloped back to the city.

But she was not so lucky, as a Turkic archer galloped in, and she was shot through the shoulder by a sharp arrow.

Changning gritted his teeth and insisted, urging the horse to be more urgent.

As soon as she entered the city gate, she shouted: "Cover with a rain of arrows, Mingjin retreats!" ”

When the gongs and drums sounded, the Daqing soldiers hurried back to the city, and the Turkic soldiers who followed were either killed by stray arrows or hacked to death by swords trapped near the city gate.

Their cavalry is not good at attacking cities.

The hustle and bustle of the fighting was finally shut out.

Changning almost fell off the horse, but fortunately was caught by Fang Qian.

She pressed the wound, and General Zhao hurriedly came: "Mu Sheng, you are really a god!" The Turkic soldiers' siege equipment are all at the north city gate, if we hadn't listened to your opinion and changed the layout, ambushed a large number of thorny iron balls in front of the city gate and increased the manpower, we would have fallen into the trick of the Turkic children. ”

Changning was sweating in pain, and smiled faintly: "Just keep it." ”

Fang Qian half-hugged her, and he didn't have time to listen to this: "I'll help her to deal with her wounds." ”

"Okay, good," Zhao Shen General just finished speaking, and stopped people again: "What should I do next!" ”

The Turkic soldiers attacked the city like crazy, and they were outnumbered, even if thousands of people were consumed just now, they were now outnumbered.

"Hang the hemp rope soaked in tung oil and hang it on the city wall, and if the Turks climb, they will light it, and if they do not climb, they will tie a bundle of hay under the hemp rope, and the grass will be wrapped in fruit to disturb the horses." She pointed to the grain and grass road in front of the city gate.

She had already ordered this.

Qing'an County has sufficient armaments and materials, and as long as there is no such difficult brain on the other side, it is not difficult for her to lead the team to defend the city for three or five days.

Fang Qian helped Changning to the medical hall to treat the wound, but Changning refused.

Her daughter's body is not suitable for entering and leaving the hospital full of wounded people.

"The Shen family." Changning said, Fang Qian immediately complied.

The Shen family has three medical centers in Qing'an County, and when Shen Jinrong saw that it was Changning, he immediately helped her get herbal medicine.

Changning gritted her teeth and pulled out her arrow, and Shen Jinrong cleaned her wound and applied herbs.

Fang Qian walked around the window, and it wasn't until Shen Jinrong pushed the door out and nodded, and his stiff expression relaxed slightly.

"Commander Fang is also injured." Shen Jinrong looked at Fang Qian's torn sleeves, he was covered in injuries, but he didn't care about himself at all, but looked inside.

The girl who was still in high spirits and dominated the battlefield was tired and rested with her eyes closed.

Shen Jinrong's hand that wanted to give Fang Qian medicine froze in mid-air.

She followed Fang Qian's gaze, and her hands fell down.

The girl in love has the most delicate mind, and she can't feel that Fang Qian is different from Changning.

Shen Jinrong clenched the medicine bottle in his hand.

Changning is smart and brave, majestic, even as a woman, she will miss a beat when she thinks of Changning's military uniform, not to mention Fang Qian, who followed Changning into battle to kill the enemy.

Shen Jinrong is a clear woman.

She knew that she was far inferior to Changning, and the jealousy that had grown in her heart was soon replaced by her own insignificance.

But not every woman is like her, who has a clear position for herself and can suppress the jealousy in her heart.

Song Yijin stood in front of the stable, and was dominated by jealousy and became furious.

"Why is Xuelang here?" Song Yijin was so angry that his eyes were red.

She asked for 3,000 taels to buy a horse, and Song Yisheng scolded her for being ignorant.

But he hid Liu Huazhang's snow waves at home!

As soon as Song Yijin stomped his feet, he was about to step forward to lead the horse.

"Miss, this horse is never allowed to be touched." The groom hurriedly stopped.

Song Yijin whipped away: "Get out, I can't touch anything about my family!" ”

Especially Liu Huazhang's.

"She's already a dead ghost, and she wants to look down on me from her horse again?" Song Yijin glared and scolded angrily, but she was a little guilty in the face of Xue Lang.

Xue Lang, like Chengfeng, is a descendant of that Turkic horse, and has a violent temperament.

Although she often followed Liu Huazhang's ass and was extremely friendly to Xue Lang, Xue Lang never gave her a good look, let alone let her ride.

Song Yijin pursed her lips and approached, to her surprise, Xue Lang only sneezed twice and did not resist.

"You want me to take you out?" Song Yijin carefully touched Xue Lang's mane.

The steed sneezed and shook its head, stomping restlessly.

Song Yijin held the reins and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"Okay, I'll take you to her."