This battle can be said to be very shocking.

Zhong Liyun had no power to fight back at all, and in the face of the domineering and powerful gunpowder bag, he hurriedly asked the army to retreat.

However, when the arrow is on the string, how can it be said that you can let go of your hand?

The army of the Ming Kingdom suffered countless casualties and was overwhelmed, Duan Junmo opened the city gate and rushed out with the soldiers, and it was another battle.

Smoke was thick and war raged.

Feng Lingye stood at the head of the city, put his hands on the head of the city, clasped his five fingers, and looked at the figure of the bloody battle, his eyebrows were deep.

In this battle, Zhong Liyun lost very badly and was completely defeated.

When he came, he brought 80,000 with him, and when he fled, he took less than 10,000 with him, and those who remained were either killed on the battlefield or captured and became prisoners of war.

After a bloody battle, Duan Junmo did not chase any more, but withdrew with a large army.

Looking at the man who was waiting for him at the head of the city, he raised his head, put a large knife on his shoulder, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled casually, and the blood-stained armor and cloak lined him with more and more courage.

She looked at him, the corners of her mouth also hooked a faint arc, and her clenched fingers slowly loosened, and a thin layer of cold sweat had oozed from it.

People came and went, he looked back, she lowered her head, looked at each other, and her heart was like a still sea.

Where there is you, it is the Peach Blossom Spring.

Subsequently.

She went down to the city and quickly joined the rescue team, helping Li Sumin to heal the bones of the wounded soldiers, and her figure was busy.

He glanced at it, retracted his gaze, and returned to the barracks with the generals, continuing to discuss the strategy of repelling the remnants of the Ming army.

On the other side, the report of the battle soon reached Kyoto. Duan Junmo led less than 50,000 soldiers to defeat Zhong Liyun's army of 80,000, and captured and killed countless enemy troops, which was the first success, once again severely defeating the prestige of the Ming Kingdom.

On the golden dragon chair, Duan Yixuan was wearing a dragon robe, his expression was cold, there was no joy or sorrow in his calm eyes, the whole person was as cold as frost, exuding an aura of nobility and alienation, rejecting people for thousands of miles.

Unlike his calmness and indifference, the courtiers in the main hall were all immersed in the joy of victory.

"This time the king of war won a complete victory, the one called Hai Pingwei was indispensable, only 10,000 people defended the city gate, and less than half of the damage was damaged, and 80,000 Ming soldiers were defeated!" General Jia looked excited, as if he could think of that blood-boiling picture in person.

Lord Zhen nodded again and again, thinking of something, and showed a look of regret, "It's a pity that Hai Pingwei refused to say the recipe for making the gunpowder pack, otherwise, Dali will dominate the whole world." ”

"I never thought that he, a person who is proficient in business, can actually understand strategy and weapons, which is really a rare genius in the world." General Jia said excitedly, eager to fly over immediately to see the real face.

Lord Kwon smiled, "I heard that he is not only good at business, but also proficient in medical skills, and often accompanies Li Sumin to treat the wounded in the military camp. ”

The person who had been sitting upright in a high position, his eyes moved, and he picked up the improved arrow crossbow diagram handed over by the Ministry of War, and opened his thin lips lightly, "This is what he painted?" ”

"Back to the emperor, it was indeed painted by Hai Pingwei himself." The military department replied.

He didn't have any expression, "Is there any news from Shang Li?" ”

"Shang Li didn't send any useful news, only said that the war king guarded Chaobai City with peace of mind, and attached great importance to Hai Pingwei, and also said that this Hai Pingwei was indeed talented." Kwon replied.

He nodded slowly, his expression as indifferent as ever.

Master Quan thought about it, and finally hesitated to tell the news he had inquired about, "But Weichen heard someone else say something very ridiculous. ”

Speaking of this, he looked up at Duan Yixuan's expression, "I heard...... I heard that the War King and Rouran Khan made a bet that whoever won the game would be Hepingwei. As expected, the war king won the competition, and in the end, the war king really ignored the world's eyes and resolutely held a wedding with him. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience sighed.

On the dragon chair, Duan Yixuan stood up even more, his face was full of shock, his thin lips moved, and his voice trembled, "You...... What did you say? ”

The ministers below all looked at him in surprise, the emperor who had always been indifferent and indifferent actually showed such a gaffe at this moment.

Ignoring the surprise of the ministers, he held the drawing in his hand and walked down step by step.

"Your Majesty?" Lord Quan looked incredulous, "Weichen is just hearsay, what is the matter, it still needs to be confirmed to Lord Shang, Lord Shang did not come to report, maybe this is a rumor." ”

"You say that he is also proficient in medicine?" He asked, his shocked eyebrows revealing a rare tenderness and warmth.

Lord Kwon nodded blankly.

"It's her, it's her, that's right......" He seemed to be crazy, step by step, his expression was sad and happy, looking at the ministers around him who were looking at each other, his eyes were slightly red, and his voice was hoarse and trembling, "It must be Ling'er, it's Ling'er, she must not be dead yet." ”

He knows his seventh brother too well.

They were born to the same mother, they have the same temperament, they will not give up until they achieve their goal, they also have a deep love for her, how can they suddenly fall in love with someone else, and they are still a man.

When the ministers saw it, they understood what was going on, and hurriedly came over to persuade them: "Your Majesty, you should mourn!" It has been more than half a year since the death of Yi Guiren, how can he be in Chaobai City? ”

"Even if Hai Pingwei is proficient in medical skills, he can also trade, tactics and improve weapons, such an unfathomable thing, even ordinary men are beyond the reach, even Lord Shang thinks that he can't compare to him, how can he be a woman?" Kwon followed suit.

However, Duan Yixuan didn't listen at all, and was completely immersed in his persistent fantasies.

Lord Zhen shook his head helplessly, "Your Majesty, Guiren Yi is dead, please take care of your dragon body, don't disturb your mind because of some rumors." ”

General Jia didn't say anything, but since Feng Lingye's death, Duan Yixuan's soul seemed to be taken away, and although he dealt with the government every day, he was like a walking corpse, relying on them to give advice underneath.

Duan Yixuan looked at the drawings in her hand infatuatedly, her slender pale fingers, stroking the strokes on it little by little, and in her mind, the scene of her painting with the lamp slowly appeared.

A tear fell silently on the drawing paper.

Ling'er, I know it's you......

No matter what others thought of him, he still stubbornly struggled with his opinions, as if his soul had been re-injected into his body, allowing him to live again.

Three days later.

All the soldiers were persuading Zhong Liyun to retreat with the army, but Zhong Liyun insisted on refusing to leave.

She led an army of 80,000, but now there are less than 30,000 left, such a great shame, better than every defeat in his hands, it is really difficult to vent her anger without killing him.

The military order was like a mountain, she refused to retreat, and several generals had no choice.

At the same time, in the military camp of Chaobaicheng, Feng Lingye watched Hu Bao put on a battle suit for Duan Junmo, and the army outside the courtyard was waiting for him, and the momentum was magnificent.

Now that Zhongliyun is gone, in case they make a comeback, tonight is the best time for them to raid.

This plan was also made by her.

What kind of character Zhong Liyun is, she has some understanding.

She watched him get dressed up, and unconsciously felt a little more worried in her heart.

The third sister already has her own home and her own family.

And now, she's just him.

In other words, he only has her.

"The hungry tiger pounces on the most hurtful people, your surprise attack may be more difficult than against the 80,000 army that day, you must be careful." Her eyes were slightly moist, and she said softly.

He walked over and rubbed her sideburns, like every husband who goes on an expedition, looking at his little wife's eyebrows, full of fascination, "I will definitely come back." ”

"If you die, I'll leave here and marry someone else." She looked at him half-jokingly, half-seriously.

He laughed, "I'm going to die, and I'll be with you even if I become a ghost." ”

"I don't like ghosts." She replied lightly.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then you like people?" ”

"Nonsense." She glanced at him.

After being stunned for a while, he realized what he meant, and immediately frowned, "Go quickly, don't miss the fighter." ”

He took a deep breath, walked up to her, and took her into his arms with one hand, "Ling'er, wait for me to come back." ”

"Hmm." She replied softly, and then, her arms relaxed.

Raising her eyes, she looked at the tall back of the distance, her hands on the threshold, her eyes worried.

Duan Junmo walked out of the courtyard gate, raised the wine bowl, and after drinking with the soldiers, he said a few words that lifted the morale of the army, and threw the pottery bowl on the ground.

The crowd followed suit.

"Dali will win! Dali will win! Dali will win! ”

A deafening shout resounded in the night sky.

Accompanied by the yellow sand in the sky, blowing into the distance.

Duan Junmo jumped on his horse, led thousands of troops, and quietly sneaked into the night.

Feng Lingye walked to the gate of the courtyard, looked at the departing team, folded his hands, closed his eyes, and prayed silently.

Tonight the weather is dark, there is no moon, and it is dark everywhere, which is the most suitable for a sneak attack.

Just hope everything goes well.

She sighed faintly and turned back into the house.

Hu Bao walked into the house, picked out the wick, and glanced at her, "Doesn't Pingwei sleep?" ”

If it was before, she would not only be able to sleep, but also sleep soundly, but since the relationship with Duan Junmo eased, how could she sleep.

"You go to sleep, I'll sleep when I'm sleepy." She said lightly.

Hu Bao didn't say much, cleaned up and retreated.

In the lonely light at night, she glanced out of the dim window, then retracted her gaze, walked to the table, picked up a blank piece of paper, and found the unused half of the charcoal.

Holding his chin with one hand, he closed his eyes, and slowly recalled Duan Junmo's appearance on the battlefield.

After a long time, the corners of her lips lifted, she opened her eyes, picked up the charcoal, and gently traced it on the paper.

The dim light, swaying gently.

Outside, the night breeze was howling, and the house was quiet.

Under the warm light, a delicate shadow is projected, gently floating with the shaking flames, infinitely beautiful.

On the serious and gentle face, there are long eyelashes, half-covering bright and moving eyes, and a loose crescent robe, dusty and elegant.

She thought that he would be able to come back, accompany her to leave Chaobai City, and live in seclusion in an inaccessible place, never asking about the world.

She thought that Duan Junmo, who had won all battles, was a myth, how could he fall in a surprise battle.

She thought that God would favor her once and would not bring disaster to her loved ones again.

However.

The brutal battlefield contrasts sharply with the tranquility and beauty of the house.

Duan Junmo was holding a big knife, covered in blood, standing on the sand dunes, his eyes were bloodthirsty and cold, and his huge body, which was originally immovable, also began to sway.

The moment she fell, what I thought of was her calm and indifferent beauty.

The calls of the generals kept coming to his ears, but he could no longer hear them, and fell into the desert, looking at the night sky with blood in his eyes.

The last moment he closed his eyes, he breathed heavily and gasped, and finally turned into a sigh.

What would the fool do if he died......

Inside the small courtyard.

She stared at the sketch, stretched out her index finger and gently slid it over his broadsword, then his long jet-black hair, his cold and indifferent sword eyebrows, his deep phoenix eyes, his straight nose, and his thin raised lips......

She smiled and whispered to him in the painting.

"Do you know that if it weren't for Zhuang Nanyan, we would have been together a long time ago."

"But now, nothing matters."

"In the future, you only have me, I only have you, let's grow old together, okay?"

The night was falling.

She didn't know how long she had waited, she didn't know what she had said to a painting, she just knew that she was asleep on the table before she knew it.

She had a dream.

In the dream, there is her, and there is him.

When she was awakened, she only saw Hu Bao with a frightened face, pointing out of the courtyard, and talking anxiously about something.

She propped herself up, only vaguely hearing the five words "Something happened to the general", her face instantly turned pale, and she hurriedly rushed out without saying anything.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the scene outside, her footsteps stopped abruptly.

In the bright torch, he lay on the black warhorse, dying, the broadsword was gone, and blood was dripping from top to bottom.

Zhong Liyun abandoned the 30,000-strong army and ignored H2