The formation commanded by the handsome man reversed the defeat in an instant. Jin Wumo relied on the precision of the archers and the stability of the formation to reluctantly fight with him, and the originally one-sided battle was turned around by him in the blink of an eye, and it became a close battle.

Jin Wumo sighed, her already sore hand holding the drumstick seemed to lose its strength for a moment, and she commanded the army to retract the formation with an extremely slow and imperceptible speed, assuming a defensive posture, and then gradually retreated to her camp. The handsome man seemed to sense his intention to stop fighting, and gave the same instructions.

In this way, a battle that seemed to end in a draw on the surface and lasted two hours ended silently in the smoke of gunpowder, which was somewhat thick but not fierce. When Jin Wumo came down, his eyes just glanced at the opposite side, and he saw that Leng Yue, who was still fighting with him just now, had not had time to put down the drumsticks, and the person had fallen backwards. Without any hesitation, the man in Tsing Yi, who had been protecting him all the time, hugged her and wrapped her slender and thin body in his arms.

Jin Wumo suddenly stopped, and he looked at the scene in the distance almost in shock. After he saw Fang Qingzhuo's actions full of pity and possessiveness, an inexplicable sourness could not be suppressed in his heart.

Leng Yue couldn't hold it anymore when the war drum struck the last note. The thin body wrapped in the red robe slowly softened and lay down in a cool embrace. The scorching sun shone brightly above their heads, and even the ground beneath their feet was smoky, but Leng Yue smiled comfortably as if he was in the breeze and drizzle.

Fang Qingzhuo hugged Leng Yue tightly, whether it was the hand holding her thin waist or the hand dragging behind her back to convey internal force, they all trembled slightly: "Go and rest." ”

Leng Yue opened her eyes, and her pale and chapped lips spit out words silently: "...... here"

"I'll take care of it here." Fang Qingzhuo hid all the heartache and pity in his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "It will definitely not fail." ”

Leng Yue closed her eyes gently, her long eyelashes trembled slightly under her white eyelids, her pale and chapped lips opened slightly and spit out a faint breath, which made her face more and more poignant.

Leng Yue suddenly reached out and hugged him, her face was tightly pressed against his chest, and she said hoarsely, "Wait a minute...... Qingzhuo, hold me for a while...... It'll be fine in a while...... Forgive people and spare people to read books* Net downloader ......"

Her voice was weak, even her breath was vague, but her expression was persistently heart-wrenching.

Fang Qingzhuo couldn't bear it anymore and locked him tightly into his arms. He can't be too greedy, if he can hold her like this for the rest of his life; If you can make her rely on trust for the rest of your life, it will be enough! Enough is enough...... Fang Qingzhuo tightly hugged Leng Yue, who had passed out in his arms, and the corners of his cold and hard mouth slowly outlined a faint smile. That kind of smile, gratification entangled with sadness, attachment mixed with despair, is so outright gentle.

When Jin Wumo re-ascended the tower after an hour of pranayama, he was surprised to find that the cold moon was no longer on the opposite hillside. Thinking of her weak appearance just now, presumably, she couldn't support it anymore.

He didn't have the joy and happiness he should have in his heart, but a faint regret, and a vague uneasiness when he saw Fang Qingzhuo on the top of the independent slope.

The uneasiness and panic of the rebel soldiers after losing Leng Yue's command were all seen by Jin Wumo. The adjutant general's eyes showed war-hungry excitement: "Marshal, that demon girl looks sick, and I'm afraid she has exhausted all her energy in the first battle just now." Now, their coach is gone, the dragons are leaderless, and there are no more famous generals to compete with the marshal. It seems that we will be the victors today. ”

It seems that we will be the victors today. Is it? Will it really win? Jin Wumo frowned tightly, and asked himself over and over again in his heart, what is the uneasiness in his heart? What is the fear that is looming?

Jin Wumo felt his heart tremble, but his face said quietly: "Order the three armies, prepare to attack!" ”

The drums of war sounded, and the second wave of offensive and defensive battles between the Holy Dragon Army and the Righteous Army finally began.

Jin Wumo looked up at the high slope opposite, and at that moment, the bright sunlight stung his eyes. Under the scorching sun, the hillside that had just been buzzing with people was now terrifyingly silent. There was only one lone figure in a blue shirt standing among the mountains, under the clear sky.

He had no pennants in his hands, no drumsticks. He stood alone on the hillside, not moving, with one hand behind his back, but the faintly visible cold eyes, firmly fixed on the empty battlefield, foreshadowed that he would float down at any moment.

Jin Wumo froze his mind, waved the battle flag in his hand, and the Holy Dragon infantry and cavalry who were waiting for the battle immediately rushed towards the west in a diamond-shaped formation. Even though it seems to be a clumsy formation, the momentum of the march is amazingly fast and accurate.

As the war officially began, the Holy Dragon army advanced, and the rebel infantry a mile away suddenly moved. They moved to the left and right, quickly tearing a crack in the middle. The crack was not big, only allowing the two of them to pass side by side, but it made Jin Wumo clearly see that Yuguan was almost a man in black speeding in.

Just when Jin Wumo was frightened, and even looked up a little sluggishly, he saw Fang Qingzhuo leap down from the hillside more than thirty zhang high, and floated down in front of the neatly arranged black-clothed men.

"Death door, closed door, open door, shocked door, injured door, Du door, Jingmen!" As Fang Qingzhuo's footsteps moved and the order was issued, all the men in black divided into seven groups and quickly followed the few people led by them. Before Jin Wumo had time to come back to his senses, the less than a thousand black-clothed men had already occupied seven key positions, firmly surrounding tens of thousands of Holy Dragon Infantry cavalry in the battlefield.

Jin Wumo only felt that the blood in his whole body suddenly became cold, and a trembling chill rose from the bottom of his heart and swept through his body. Fang Qingzhuo, who was standing by the door of death less than ten zhang and could complete the formation with just one vertical leap, was so terrifying.

In a trance, he felt a sight slowly fall on him, Jin Wumo woke up suddenly, he was still holding the pennant in his hand, but his eyes were looking at Fang Qingzhuo, who had not moved half a step. Fang Qingzhuo's blue eyes looked at him quietly, and the bottomless pupils couldn't really see it at the bottom of the valley far away, as if they were calm and waveless, and as if they conveyed a message of a thousand words.

Jin Wumo's heart moved, and he suddenly stared at the wide open door of death, and a ridiculous but joyful thought emerged from the depths of his heart. Fang Qingzhuo never stepped into the door of death and opened the formation. Was it tacit consent to let him withdraw from the army?

Now that he understood Fang Qingzhuo's hint, Jin Wumo naturally would not hesitate any longer, no matter what his original intention was, no matter what kind of conspiracy was behind this strange battle. After all, the lives of tens of thousands of people are the most important, how can he sacrifice at will.

As a result, the red pennant waved, and the diamond-shaped camp slowly split, and then retreated in an orderly manner from the door of death.

During this period, all the men in black who were waiting for the battle watched motionlessly as their prey left, and their expressions did not even change for a moment.

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