Fang Qian carried the military flag and jumped off the wall first, waving the big knife in his hand to slash the flying arrows.

"Kill! Don't fall into prestige! The man's roar shook the heavens and the earth.

"Don't fall into prestige."

"Don't fall into prestige."

On the ruined city walls, how many people burst into tears with this sentence.

They all knew who Fang Qian's roar was for, and for whom he was unhappy!

"Kill! For Qing'an! Don't fall into prestige! General Chen drew his saber, rode first, and jumped out of the city gate, and then the entire guards were also boiling.

"Zuo is just a death, Lao Tzu can't be cheap these Turkic dogs!" The commander who had dropped the knife picked up the broadsword and rushed out, but as soon as he jumped out of cover, he was shot in the center by a stray arrow, and fell backwards, lying on the ground forever.

But there are countless people who have crossed his body and killed those who have gone ahead.

The Turks were intimidated by the momentum of the Great Chu defenders for a while, and the Liu family's military flag in Fang Qian's hand was even more offensive.

The Turkic general on the war horse spoke a string of Turkic words, raised his right hand and put it down suddenly, referring to Fang Qian who was holding the military flag.

The Turkic soldiers understood, and hundreds of arrows shot up into the sky, shooting straight at Fang Qian.

Fang Qian stood with the military flag in his hand, his face unchanged.

At the moment of life and death, he had only one absurd thought.

Miss Mok.

He regretted that he could not abandon people's words and take care of her for the rest of his life.

Fang Qian closed his eyes, and the expected ten thousand arrows piercing his heart did not come down.

He opened his eyes, as if he had seen a divine soldier descend from heaven.

Between the silver light dances, all the arrows that flew here were all knocked to the sides, and the figure was as green as a distant mountain, as light as the morning light, but it had an irresistible power, enough to break through the sky and shatter the stars.

Fang Qian's mouth couldn't even utter a startled syllable.

The man in front of him was dressed like jade, holding a slender and thin sword, standing with his hands in his hands, with a wisp of fragrance that was incompatible with the bloody battlefield, but it was so suitable.

It seems to be able to merge into heaven and earth, and it is for saints.

"Mu ...... Man? It was the slightly clumsy Chinese language of the Turkic general, and then he laughed like crazy and shouted a string of Turkic shouts, and the Turkic soldiers rushed over like crazy for a while.

"Borrow a flag."

"Huh?" Before Fang Qian could react, the flagpole he held firmly in his hand inexplicably took off his hand and appeared in Mu Lang's hand.

In the next second, Mu Lang's pale green silver bamboo dark striped soft boots stepped on the shoulders of the Turkic armor soldier in front of him, and he jumped up with the help of strength, he stepped on another Turkic armor soldier, and the silver sword swept, and the swords were broken everywhere he went.

This is not a level of combat at all.

Mu Lang held a flag in one hand and a sword in the other, as if he had entered a no-man's land.

In a few rounds, he had already killed in front of the Turkic general, and as soon as he handed his big chess hand, he actually penetrated the Turkic general's chest and provoked it, and then hit him with the hilt of his sword with his backhand, and the Turkic general's whole body flew out of the horse's back and fell heavily to the ground.

The Turks suddenly whined and screamed, looking at the man standing on the back of the Turkic general's horse, but none of them dared to step forward to take revenge.

Mu Lang shook his long sword, and the wind around him was agitated, and the big flag on the flagpole was violently waved in the wind.

Willow!

"Liu Jiajun! Liu Jiajun! The Turks shouted in a strange Chinese dialect and retreated in a daze.

"Hold on, hold on!" The Great Chu soldiers cheered.

People subconsciously looked at the god man who had taken the head of the enemy in the army.

Mu Lang walked over lightly, stopped for two seconds as he passed by Fang Qian, and only said one sentence that made Fang Qian confused.

"God-man stays!" One of the commanders shouted, apparently he couldn't keep people.

Mu Lang has already drifted away.

Fang Qian was still stunned and playing with Mu Lang's words, when he heard the soldiers shouting: "Commander Fang is coming!" Chen Shen was shot by a stray arrow! ”

……

In Qing'an County, Changning is still busy in the wooden room.

"Knock knock" on the door.

She opened the door and saw Song Yisheng now with the big girl in front of her, Lu Zhu, with a gloomy face, beckoning people to let in.

The three maids who entered the fish each had a red sandalwood lacquered wooden tray in their hands, and there were all kinds of things on it, from beaded hairpin jewelry to wooden knives.

"The master said that you have been wronged, these are all small things to compensate for you, as for these wooden knives, they are given to Aunt Mo." Green Bead said weirdly.

This is already the third wave in three days.

How does the lord want to compensate this ugly girl and empty the warehouse?

Even with Aunt Mo, she has gained a lot of face, and more than half of the feeding power has fallen into her hands.

Of course, Luzhu doesn't like her, she is a slave, why can she fly on the branches.

Changning obviously wouldn't waste time on this kind of person, and now that Song Yisheng is doing his best to help her, how could she waste the opportunity, of course, with the help of these three days, to study the mechanism technique vigorously.

This time, she was no longer secretive, and came to the foundry shop to personally study a new object, and Song Yisheng's attention was all attracted by her.

However, her ability to prevent fire and theft and Song Yisheng is too strong, and in the past three days, Song Yisheng has not seen any doorway.

In addition, Song Yisheng was bent on making Changning fall in love with him, so it was inconvenient to use strong measures, and the matter dragged on and on.

But Changning knew that her time was running out.

Song Yisheng's patience will never be too long, because Zheng Anhou will not give him such a long time to prepare, so he must have a bottom line.

And what she has to do is to make all preparations before Song Yisheng's bottom line arrives.

"Have you heard, Hawkeye Guan is victorious!" People on the street rushed to tell each other, and the news of General Chen's death also reached her ears.

Changning's expression was slightly solemn.

In her mind, this war was just a small disturbance for the Turks, but for some reason, it turned out to be a change.

The Turks suddenly attacked the city, where did it come about?

Could it be that because of her rebirth, she was noticed by the Turks?

Other than that, she really couldn't think of any other reason.

Because the difference between this life and the previous life is only her.

Changning sped up the weaving speed in her hands, and the small steel hooks that had been laid out were fixed to the soft leather armor by her with soft steel wire in a strange pattern.

When twilight fell, when she returned to Song's house after work, she heard another news in the small kitchen.

"The lord is going to hold a celebration banquet, and all the dignitaries in the county will come, so you can prepare the dishes these days, don't mess up." Lu Zhu taught a lesson in the big kitchen, and saw that Changning just gritted his teeth and walked away.

Now that Song Yisheng's face for Changning is bigger than Gu's, she doesn't want to touch this mold.

Changning blinked contemptuously.

Taking the opportunity to buy people's hearts, this kind of method, Song Yisheng has always been handy.

However, she believed that the people of the Hosoliu Camp were by no means something that could be shaken by him by setting up a celebration wine.

Changning returned to the Qingnuan Pavilion and found that the pavilion was in chaos.

"What's going on?" She stopped a little girl and asked.

Changning frowned as he watched the doctor hurry in.

She was not there for a meal, and Shanyun made such a big fuss, did she not want to leave at all?

"Congratulations to Master Hou, congratulations to Master Hou, Aunt Mo is happy." The doctor said.