Lan Han's grateful gaze was heartily cast on Murong Kai, the scene of nine deaths and a lifetime tonight is still vivid, if there is no Murong Kai, he should not be able to come back!

Only then did Lan Yao turn around and see Murong Kai standing aside.

"Thank you General for saving your life!" She hurriedly saluted gratefully, and when she got up, she happened to see Murong Kai's still bleeding arm, "General, your injuries are still bleeding, quickly bandage them." ”

Murong Kai waved his hand, "No need." ”

In his heart now, he only thinks about the dead soldiers, and he can't care about his injuries at all.

He knew that the fact that he was standing here now was all bought by hundreds of soldiers with their blood and lives!

He is ashamed!

He slowly withdrew from Lan Khan's tent, and for some reason, his footsteps suddenly floated lightly, as if a slightly stronger north wind had blown away his half-dead body.

It is best that the cold wind can send him into Yecheng for a time, and together with the armor of the Yan army, he will not live or return.

In the end, Murong Kai and Lan Khan returned, as well as the few people around them, but hundreds of soldiers were not in Yecheng, and were eaten by the Qin army who had lost their minds in hunger.

The cold wind blew through the scarlet Yecheng this night, and the smell of blood stretched for hundreds of miles, and the Yan camp was up and down, and everyone heard each other.

The night was already very deep, but Murong Chui was still standing alone outside the camp, looking at the gate of Yecheng not far away, grief-stricken, and old tears.

When he left Qianqin back then, there were less than 100 remnants around him, and he didn't even escort the heirs and family members in Chang'an City out in a hurry. It was just a few years ago that he had nothing, he had no fixed place, there was no root in the city, just by virtue of the name of King Wu, he climbed high and raised his arms, and the people recruited by Yan Xianbei came from all directions, such as rain and rain, and in a short time, there were tens of thousands, which is his post-Yan army today.

However, the ambition of these iron-blooded soldiers to recover Yan has not yet been achieved, but they died first, and the sorrow of heroes is not stopped!

And as the commander, he has been attacking Yecheng for a long time, but he has lost the lives of his soldiers again and again, and it is not Murong Kai who should blame himself, but him!

He didn't know how much he wanted now, picked up his Canglong Winged Knife, led the army to storm Yecheng, and avenged the dead soldiers!

But reason told him that he couldn't! He really didn't want to add more casualties for the sake of a city!

He wants to recover Yan, he wants to restore the country, but this difficult and long road, he has to go through it step by step with the soldiers, not step on someone's corpse and move forward quickly!

Murong Kai stood behind him, blood was still oozing out of his arm, and the cold wind penetrated his whole body from his wounds.

The moon is cold and the wind is like a knife, and the mountains are gloomy.

Today's battle in Yecheng, the white bones are messy.

****

Xiyan, Yanxi City

In the middle of winter, the frost is on the beam, three people and three horses, marching in the dark night, the cold wind gusts, the sound of horses' hooves, and the heart is far away, and the hometown is in the north.

"Murong Yong's wolf heart is wild, he has already killed His Majesty Murong Yao, sooner or later he will depose Murong Zhong and establish himself as the emperor! We are now in a situation where we are between the edges of a knife and a gun, and whether we are smart or stupid, we will not be exempt. ”

"Big brother, what should I do then?"

"The Lord has been in the middle of the seclusion, Ji, the east and the west are not one, if you return to the east at the time, you can sit and wait for the fish and meat."

"We should be like a bird flying high, one flight is ten thousand miles, we can't sit here and wait to be killed."

"Big brother, I'll follow you!"

"Walk for my uncle!"

Sun and Moon Yonghui Lingyunzhi,

Mountains and rivers are often proud of frost branches.

Dare to map thousands of miles away,

Do not imitate the birds crying in the forest.

****

Murong Sheng, Murong Sheng's uncle Murong Rou, and Murong Sheng's younger brother Murong Hui, the three of them left Yanxi City overnight and entered Pingyang in a few days.

Murong Yong was deeply suspicious, and soon discovered the departure of Murong Sheng and a few people, and the prefectures and counties of Xiyan immediately set up strict checkpoints, and Pingyang was no exception.

"Big brother, what should we do?" A young man looked at the strict inspection in front of the city gate, and couldn't help but be a little flustered, nervously grabbed the sleeve of the young man next to him, and asked in a low voice.

The boy frowned, deep in thought.

"Sheng'er, let's disguise ourselves as vegetable farmers and go out?" The older man next to him said.

Murong Sheng shook his head and sighed, "It's not easy to check so closely." ”

"Besides, it's a long way to Fangtou, and we can't do without horses."

"According to this situation, we can't walk the state and county roads."

"Now we have to find a way to pass the checkpoint of Pingyang, go east to Mingshan, pass through Taihang, and enter Nanshan into Fangtou."

Murong Rou sighed deeply after hearing this, but still nodded.

What Murong Sheng said is reasonable, now there must be checkpoints everywhere in Xiyan, I really didn't expect Murong Yong to get the news so quickly!

The mountain trail was their only option, and although it was safe, it also took a long detour. Looking for a horse from the deep mountains is tantamount to a fool's dream. But if they didn't have horses, let alone a long road, if the officers and soldiers of Pingyang chased after them, they would not be able to escape at all.

"So what are we going to do? It's hard for people to go out now, let alone with horses. Murong Rou frowned tightly, feeling a little cornered for a while.

At this time, there happened to be a horse team settling in the inn not far from their alley, and the gold-inlaid "Yao" character on the saddle was particularly eye-catching, which quickly attracted Murong Sheng's attention.

"Uncle, look at that caravan, how familiar is it?" There was a hint of joy in Murong Sheng's tone to see the turnaround.

"It's like the horse team of Hou Qin Yao Chang." Murong Rou looked at it fixedly, and said thoughtfully, "You want to?" ”

Murong Sheng nodded.

"We could have let all their horses go, create chaos, and rush out." Murong Rou immediately thought about it.

"This plan is feasible, but we have no grievances with that caravan, so why should we cause trouble for them." Murong Sheng couldn't help but hesitate a little.

"Sheng'er, we are already walking on the blade, if we are not careful, the lives of you and me are in danger, at this time, we can only take care of ourselves, we can't take care of others, we must not be soft-hearted." Murong Rou persuaded bitterly.

Murong Sheng leaned against the cold wall behind him and closed his eyes in confusion.

Murong Rou's plan is very good, and it is not troublesome to implement, if you choose to hang dozens of torches on so many saddles in the middle of the night, it will be even more powerful, and it is not difficult to take advantage of the chaos.

It's just that if they leave, how should this caravan explain to Murong Yong's court!

With Murong Yong's tyranny, I am afraid that their actions will cost the lives of dozens of innocent people in vain.

"Uncle, I'm still ......"

The cold wind blew across his resolute side face, making the determination in those eyes look so firm.

"I can't get past myself."

"We'll come up with other ways out, definitely!"