Murong Chong stared at her for a long time, and the girl's eyes in the firelight were firm and resolute, like the most brilliant jewel in this dark night, shining off the thousands of miles of beacon fire.

From that time on, he made up his mind to protect her in this life.

Fu Hui, the second prince of the Qin State, didn't expect that it was a slender little girl who went out of the city with a sword, and couldn't help but smile at Fu Jian, "Father, you see, this Yan Kingdom is really a useless person, and even a little girl is wearing armor and going into battle." ”

Fu Jian also laughed, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain, but Wang Meng beside him frowned, and looked at Ling Ling's white-clothed girl with a deep chill in his eyes.

"I said, little girl, such a life-and-death thing as war is not suitable for you. You might as well lower my Daqin, follow this king, maybe this king is in a good mood, and he can still make you a concubine, what do you think? ”

Fu Hui pointed at Song Ling and looked up and laughed, his eyes full of banter and ridicule.

The soldiers of the Qin army also laughed and looked at the white-clothed girl in front of a few thousand soldiers and horses with disdain, feeling that this battle would definitely be won without much effort.

Song Ling turned her face, her eyes were shining, and when everyone was still laughing unconsciously, she had already taken the arrow in her hand at a lightning speed, and the bowstring was full of moon.

Suddenly, the sharp arrows left the string, the tornado wind, and the yellow sand swept the eyes, heading straight for the battle flag of the Qin army.

The sharp arrow whistled past, the flagpole broke in an instant, and the big flag engraved with the word "Qin" was sprinkled in the wind and circled half a circle, and then fell under the horse's hooves, dyed with a layer of yellow sand.

All the soldiers of the Qin army were immediately stunned, not to mention the girl's flag cutting and demonstration, the most amazing thing was that this range of half a mile away was the most exquisite cavalry and archery battalion in the Qin State, and there were less than a few people who could do it in such a hundred steps.

The two armies faced each other, and the fire was terrible, but at this time, everyone was silent, only the wind in their ears was still cold.

How could the Qin army tolerate the humiliation of the broken flag, Fu Jian was furious, and with an order, thousands of troops and horses suddenly roared and galloped.

The big war is about to break out.

Murong Chong Sen rode out, and his whole body was filled with a cold and resolute murderous aura, as if a hellish Shura had descended on the battlefield. The cold moon was as sharp as a falcon, full of bloodthirsty cold killing intent, he roared angrily, and in front of his horse, thousands of iron horsemen behind him held long knives in their hands, shouting to the sky, and killed the Qin army.

The smoke of gunpowder was everywhere, Murong Chong took the lead, swinging his spear in the air, his momentum was like a rainbow, his killing intent was dignified, like a ghost possessed, licking blood with a sharp tip, and in the blink of an eye, he had already cut off the heads of the three strikers of the Qin army.

The Yan army was full of momentum, although the number was less than one-tenth of the enemy's army, but the soldiers of this cavalry battalion had followed Murong Chong for several years, and they were the elite iron cavalry of Great Yan.

On the city wall, thousands of arrows were fired in unison, heading straight for the Qin army.

The swords were hoarse, the horses were neighing, and the smell of blood was strong.

Although the Yan army was brave, the Qin army was overwhelming, Deng Qiang, Zhang Hao and others were even more brave, and the long knife passed through the throat faster than the white horse, and many Yan soldiers were outnumbered and fell one after another.

But everyone in the Yan army was red-eyed, those countries were ruined, the pain and hatred of life and death were all turned into the momentum of fighting against the water, seeing death as home, blood covered the yellow sand, but no one took half a step back.

Song Ling fought all the way, blood splashed all over her white clothes, and for the first time, she felt that the disaster of war might really only end with death. Suddenly, there was a heart-rending pain in her back, like a sharp weapon penetrating from behind. The Qingshuang Sword suddenly slipped powerlessly from her hand, and she immediately lost her center of gravity and fell off her horse.

As soon as the Qin army, who was full of murderous intent, saw the girl rolling off the horse, several people immediately picked up their spears and plunged them directly into the girl's body.

Seeing that the tip of the spear was about to fall, Song Ling's eyes were quick, and he quickly turned over and rolled to the side. The Qin army is aggressive, and if you are not careful, you will be stabbed into a hornet's nest by spears and sharp swords.

Murong Chong was in a hurry, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl who was in danger, and for a moment of distraction, he actually let Zhang Hao sneak attack, and a big bloody hole was opened in his chest.

Narrowly passed through the belly of several war horses, the loess was cold and hard, and in the hurry of rolling down, the sharp arrow stuck behind her suddenly broke, and the sharp tip of the arrow slammed into her back half an inch deeper.

The heart-rending pain instantly poured over her body, and she almost fainted in pain.

But at this time, such pain shocked her heart. Song Xu and Murong Ling must have fought until they were hoarse and exhausted on such a fiery battlefield, and suffered the pain of thousands of arrows piercing their hearts.

In her eyes, it seemed that there was some liquid that could not help but burst out of her eyes, and at this time, she knew what pain was the decision.

She swallowed the smell of blood in her mouth back to her throat, her thoughts clearer than they had ever been in the cold wind.

Qin Jun was still chasing after her, the sword wind was gusting, and he saw that the red tasseled spear was about to fall on her again.

And this time, there was no way back behind her.

Murong Chong slashed several people in a row, and quickly whipped his horse, but at this time, he was still far away from Song Ling, and saw dozens of spears raised high, and they all aimed at the girl who was curled up on the ground. He immediately felt cardiac arrest, unable to breathe, and opened his mouth but desperately unable to shout any sound.

The girl was on her side, and just as the blade of the sword was surging down, she suddenly grasped the tip of one of the spears tightly with both hands like pincers, and the sharp edge was deeply embedded in the flesh of her palm, but at this time, she no longer felt pain.

Just as Ling Ling's sharp edge fell, and the lightning was shining, she suddenly borrowed the spear, rose up, stepped on the wooden pole of the spear with one foot, and took out several flying knives from her waist like a whirlwind crossing, like a phantom, and threw it at the throat of the Qin army at close range, a fatal move, decisive and decisive.

She landed on the ground, taking a few steps back, her steps still unsteady, and she gasped for breath in shock. Just now, it was very dangerous, and there was a slight mistake, and at this time, the body was full of holes.

At this time, Murong Chong rushed over on his horse.

Murong Chong's sword eyebrows frowned, he looked at Song Ling anxiously, and said hurriedly, "Song Ling, get on the horse quickly!" ”

Song Ling hurriedly stretched out his hand, his arm suddenly exerted, and he dragged Song Ling onto the horse.

The night was still noisy, the soldiers and horses were surging, and the blood stained the long night.

The cold wind was cold, Song Ling's hair was messy, blood was stained with frost, she hugged Murong Chong tightly, shuttling in the rain of blades and arrows. The war horse stepped across the field, shouting and killing in all directions, seeing that he had cut a bloody path in the chaos, and he had not hurt her in the slightest, but his body was already scarred, and the placket of his chest was cut by a sharp blade, gurgling bright red, and the flesh was flying.

Her eyes were warm, and she thought that there was no one in this world who would sacrifice his life to protect her like this.