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Mowgli commanded the army, rushing to kill in the rainy night, the smell of blood, earth, and rain fused together, making his breathing a little short. biquge.info After breaking through two Qin outposts in a row, he clearly felt that the Qin army's military spirit was stable, and it was worthy of his offensive, the number of the front army was constantly decreasing, and among the fallen soldiers, the number of Wei people was rising rapidly.

This is definitely not a normal situation, according to his experience, on such a night, after a successful sneak attack, the defeated Qin army will rush to the position of the friendly army by itself, and the chaos will spread rapidly, until the whole army is broken up and defeated. He should never organize his strength to resist so quickly, the only possibility is that there is a general in the Qin army who can calm the scene, and now among the Qin army he is facing, the only one who has this ability is the man who has come back from the dead.

"General Lian Po, can't you even get out of bed?"

Wuji has always been calm, but this moment is particularly uncalm, Zhu Hai's surprise attack is too sudden, in such a rainy night, he can temporarily allocate soldiers and horses, but thirty or forty thousand people, but he did when he went out of the battle, he sent guards to inform Lian Po, who was recuperating from his injuries, and asked him to send the rest of the soldiers and horses to respond, but I don't know why, the reinforcements have not arrived until now.

The pressure on the front line is getting bigger and bigger, Wuji slowed down and began to adjust the military situation that had become a little scattered to ensure the safety of the rear road, because the incident happened suddenly, and the soldiers and horses he temporarily deployed, only thirty or forty thousand people, were almost at the limit when it came to this point.

Wuji turned back again and again, hoping to see the reinforcements that could give him the last hope, but his heart sank, and through the thick rain curtain, he could vaguely see the fire from the Wei army camp, and this fire could only say one thing.

The Qin army was not defenseless against his night attack, on the contrary, not far from the Wei camp, the man known as the god of war arranged an ambush, once he launched a surprise attack, he acted according to the news obtained by reconnaissance, if the Wei army only dispatched a small part, then this ambush army would appear on the way to retreat, to buy enough time to annihilate this night attack army. If the whole Wei army is dispatched, then the empty Wei camp and baggage are the best targets for this strange army.

But in any case, the fire in the Wei camp told Wuji the extremely cruel fact that the reinforcements he arranged were not able to exceed the man's calculations, and with Lian Po's prudence, he would not come to the aid under such circumstances.

But what's the use of that, these thirty or forty thousand people brought by Wuji are all the elite of the Wei army, if this army folds here, or, in the worst case, he himself dies here, there is no point in a qiē.

Late at night, torrential rain, fighting, screaming, in such a situation, the situation of the war is developing towards the worst step by step.

The results he achieved tonight were not enough to turn the tide of the battle.

What will come next, failure? Fall and death, willing to gamble and lose.

But...... How could a qiē end here, he hadn't found Zhu Hai yet, and he hadn't seen the man who had been fighting him for decades.

Giving the order to slowly retreat and get out of the battle, Wuji held the long sword in his hand, rode forward alone, and resolutely walked towards the black sea of soldiers of the Qin people. The rainstorm had made his hair cling to his cheeks and neck, but the armor on his body had become even more dazzling because of the brutal wash.

The raindrops became heavier and heavier, and every drop of splashing on the mud would bring up turbid blood and mud, and the white rain and mist rushed towards the rushing crowd in waves, as if it was the white waves of the sea, and the sky looked at all beings, mixing the sound of ridicule into the majestic sound of rain.

The Qin ** team looked at the other party's retreating troops and the actions of this boss in confusion, and they were all stunned, and no one rushed up for a while.

Mowgli gradually became unable to hear any sound, and the sound of metal clashing, horses' hooves, and shouts became far, far away. With each step, time slowed down from his side as if it were deliberately lingering.

The war and the years left for a moment, and when I closed my eyes, some fragments flashed back in my brain tore apart the black rainy night.

He saw that under the bloody sun, the man in black armor, the bright red cloak behind him rolled in the wind, a rebellious smile, and eyes as bright as a beast—the one who was regarded as a ghost and god by the Six Kingdoms.

Wuji was looking for the figure in his memory in the other party's camp, I don't know why, he suddenly wanted to see that man with his own eyes, he didn't believe Lian Po, but this was too unbelievable, that man was really back?

The rain blurred his eyes, but for some reason, he could feel the arrival of the man he wanted to see.

It was as if there was an invisible and mysterious force pulling him, or maybe he saw something, and he suddenly rushed to the front of the battle,

"It's Wu Anjun in front?" Mowgli shouted.

Originally, in this rainstorm, even if they were a few meters apart, they couldn't hear each other's voices, but Wuji's shout was indeed heard by Bai Qi.

And this shout also alerted the Qin soldiers who were in a daze, and the fingers that were tightening the bowstring were released, and several sharp arrows flew in the darkness. The sound of the bowstring bouncing also caused the king's personal guard to turn his horse's head and charge back.

"Stop!" Bai Qi roared and raised his sword to shoot down a flying arrow, but for some reason, the other arrows that were off the string were all deflected, and none of them could get close to Wuji's body within three feet.

"Stop firing arrows!! The whole army retreated two hundred steps! Bai Qi raised his hand and gave the order for a truce, and the pursuing Qin soldiers slowed down, and then he shook the reins and walked to the front of the formation with Long Yuan.

"Stand down, too." Mowgli waved the guards to leave.

Originally, behind the two of them were the armies belonging to the two countries, but at this moment, these tens of thousands of armies, under the orders of the two lords, silently separated.

Suddenly, a strange aura caught Bai Qi's attention, and the general's intuition had always been surprisingly sharp - not a secret killing intent, but an indescribable uncomfortable feeling.

Not far behind Mowgli, the Praetorian guards were moving away, and among them was a petite soldier standing under the banner, a purple placket covering the Adam's apple under the tight armor. That person was different from the companions around him, his face didn't have the anxiety and nervousness that everyone else had, he just looked at Mowgli lightly. The expression seems to be that of a person wandering around the market, picking out his favorite objects.

When Bai Qi's gaze met the little soldier, the other party turned his back disapprerovingly and followed his companion. I don't know when there was a Qin man's arrow between the hands behind his back, and the black arrow turned into ashes in his hand.

The strange aura just now came from this person, and now that Bai Qi remembered it, it was a smell called conspiracy, an aura emitted by a person from the same world as himself.

But Wuji didn't know what this man had done, and all his attention was attracted to the man on a horse in front of him.

"It is Bai Qi, should I call you the King of Xinling, or the King of Wei?"

"Sure enough. It's you. Xin Lingjun's gaze locked on the other party's face, such a look, such an aura, who is it if it is not white?

However, how is it possible that this familiar enemy is not only not dead but in his prime, but he is already old? He should be shocked, he should have asked, he should have thought about whether Bai Qi had a son, but he didn't. Xin Lingjun just looked at him quietly, there were too many shocks piled up in front of him at once, and people became numb. "It doesn't matter what I call me, the important thing is that I am Wei Wuji, and you are Qin Bai Qi, the enemy of my life. I thought I had won more than a decade ago, but I know now that I lost. ”

A strong wind swept by, and the flagpole behind Mowgli folded in unison.

There was a mournful roar in the wind, and the dead lives complained of unwillingness and grief, and the smell of blood on the battlefield hovered around him. Flags covered with scars and scorched black marks fluttered wildly in the wind, and hideous black threads pulled each other across the sky, fragmenting the picture of the rainy night.

The weeping auditory hallucinations in the wind are familiar, and the unique breath of the road that has been walked. Xinling Jun narrowed his eyes, as if resisting the dull pain in his heart, and unconsciously, two lines of old tears flowed down his cheeks.

He knew that it was Zhu Hai's heroic spirit, saying goodbye to him, and it seemed to be telling him something.

What more do you want to say? I'm listening, I'm listening.

The broken battle flag slowly fell on the muddy ground, and the flag gradually became stained with mud and blood, and a story has come to an end.

"Zhu Hai is dead?"

The cold wind pierced into the bone marrow, Xin Lingjun couldn't help but wrap his battle robe to resist the uncontrollable tremor of his body, although there were still tens of thousands of troops behind him, although there was still the last strength of the Five Kingdoms in his military camp, but he only felt that he was so alone.

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