Leng Yue let out an "oh" nonchalantly, waved her hand and said, "Continue to investigate, and report back if there is news." （ .）”

"Order!" The man ran out like a whirlwind.

In the afternoon, the sky is still bright, the air is crisp, and the visibility is high. The sound of horses' hooves came to an abrupt halt outside the door.

Leng Yue and Fang Qingzhuo glanced at each other, and saw the same meaning in each other's eyes—finally, it's here!

"Report ——! Urgently, after our army entered the imperial city, tens of thousands of holy dragon soldiers suddenly rushed out of the city, and our army may not be able to resist. Although the soldiers who arrived were a little panting and anxious, their faces were very calm.

Before Leng Yue could answer, another messy and hurried sound of horses' hooves came into her ears again, and she glanced at Fang Qingzhuo. He walked out quickly, and in a few moments dragged back a wounded man.

The man knelt in front of Leng Yue with his dying breath, crying silently: "Niangniang, please go and save the son, the son was trapped in the imperial city by an army of 30,000, and now his life and death are unknown." Subordinate...... The subordinates rushed out desperately to ask for help, begging the mother to ......"

"Report ——!" An even more hurried voice interrupted him, "Yu Niangniang, the news just came. The 20,000 Hidden Dragon Army brought by the prince were all ambushed ......"

"Report ——, report to Niangniang-" Leng Yue had a headache, why didn't it stop, there were four people kneeling in front of her, and there was a court meeting. The man didn't even have a breath, he trembled all over, and said in a trilled voice, "Re-...... in the imperial city The Holy Dragon pennant was re-raised...... The striker of our army...... Whole...... The whole army is annihilated! ”

Leng Yue stretched and stood up, with a lazy and casual smile on her face: "Qingzhuo, it's time, send orders to the three armies, stand by at any time, and prepare to attack the imperial city." ”

Fang Qingzhuo nodded neatly and responded to me in a cold and indifferent voice: "Yes, Niangniang." ”

When the sun was shining warmly on his face, Leng Yue reluctantly broke away from the dream, stretched out the sticky upper and lower eyelids, and carefully dressed the new clothes.

Wearing a red uniform, she has a unique charm, only to see the dark red cloak flying in the air, to see the bright hairband tied up with green silk swaying in the air at will, but there are beautiful eyes on the slightly pale face that are bright and resolute, as if nothing can shake her.

That kind of sassy and heroic posture, that kind of peerless elegance, so that all the soldiers who looked up couldn't help but admire her beautiful appearance.

The flat grass in front of the imperial city became a battlefield at this moment, the red flag was waved, and the earth-shattering drums sounded. The first to face off was the infantry, and both sides were fighting with some caution, and the Holy Dragon Commander played a flag from time to time to change the battle formation.

Leng Yue had already written down all the flags, and personally went into battle waving the big flag to command the formation.

Reading books in the sky: online games are cloudless, the scorching sun of white flowers hangs high in the sky, a moment of exposure will make people sweat, look up only to see the dazzling white light, but look down is a burst of blind white. In such a terrifyingly hot weather, tens of thousands of soldiers did not hesitate to advance and retreat. The main generals of the two sides, a girl in red and a general in golden armor, waved the pennant with solemn faces, their faces were covered with sweat but they were still unconscious, and the rumbling drums shook their heads and ears hot, and they didn't care.

They only have in their eyes the delicate formations of the other party that are changing all the time, and they only have in their minds the formations that they should deal with at every opportunity. The pennant was waved and the drums were rumbling, making people feel sorry for the two pale coaches under the scorching sun.

Leng Yue, the head coach of the Holy Dragon, had seen it in the crossing small building, it was the man named Jin Wumo, he was constantly thinking about the method of changing the formation of the battle, and he could only use less than a breath to peek at the cold moon on the other side, whose face was paler than himself.

Although Leng Yue was still indifferent at the moment, she would have fallen down if it weren't for Fang Qingzhuo's internal support.

Jin Wumo's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he had been fighting for a whole hour, and he had never fought with one person on the battlefield with all his might with pure command ability so vigorously as he did today. Leng Yue's response was fast, the change was wonderful, and the control of the soldiers was stable, which made him frightened, but also a sense of pride.

Jin Wumo suddenly felt that even if few people could understand the profound mystery of this battle, even if no one would remember this battle in the future, even if this battle would eventually be buried in the torrent of history, he would be satisfied.

He is a natural general, and only by fighting, only by encountering strong opponents can he feel that he is still alive.

Jin Wumo suddenly put away the pennant, and landed in front of the war drum, and his voice was stimulated by internal force: "The cavalry retreats, the shield is ready, and the archers are on!" ”

Leng Yue, who was on the opposite side, changed his face drastically the moment he heard the drums, and almost instantly put away the pennant and shouted at the generals: "Raid the middle camp, don't let this formation take shape." Left flank forward, center ...... Ahem......"

Leng Yue's hoarse voice suddenly paused, and was replaced by a continuous coughing sound that seemed to cough out his lungs. The attacking part of the dragon in front of the holy dragon was replaced by a densely placed shield, and behind the shield were energetic archers without a trace of fatigue. They stood at an equal distance from the people beside them, holding swarthy iron bows with long arrows on them, and the cold light reflected from time to time under the scorching sun.

The shields were in front, the archers followed, the cavalry pressed into formation, and the infantry were behind. The rebel soldiers looked at the soldiers in front of them with a look of horror in their eyes, and they all turned their gaze to Leng Yue, who was coughing crimson in the face, hoping that she could tell them what to do.

However, how could Jin Wumo give them time to wait, the war drums changed, and the general who had just replaced Leng Yue on the slope of Mochizuki waved his battle flag, and the bright red color drew a brilliant streamer in the air. At the same time, the sharp arrows rained down on the rebels, who were still in a daze.

In an instant, the battlefield resounded with the wails of men and horses, and the situation unexpectedly put the rebels in a place of death and life, and victory or defeat hung by a thread.

Leng Yue tightened Fang Qingzhuo's wrist with her hand that was still cold under the scorching sun, and said in a low but resolute voice, "Help me to the war drums." ”

"No way!" Fang Qingzhuo's face changed drastically, and he blurted out, "How can a body like yours beat the drum again?" ”

Leng Yue glanced up at him with a gentle expression: "Qingzhuo, I'm fine, just go back and recuperate." ”

Fang Qingzhuo frowned tightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I'll command ...... for you."

"Qingzhuo!" Leng Yue interrupted him softly, looked at Jin Wumo, who had forgotten everything about beating the war drums on the other side, coughed twice, and said in a dumb voice, "The so-called decisive battle must be dignified and upright, and there is no room for half a point of cringe, otherwise, it will be an insult to him and an insult to myself."

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Fang Qingzhuo's eyes became dark, and Tie Qing's face was as cold as ice crystals, but after all, he still helped Leng Yue step by step to the war drum. The hand dragged her back, slowly injecting internal force into her body, which had already dried up her energy.

The rebel generals heard a weak but audible drumbeat. From the weak beating, you can hear how insignificant the sound of the drumstick falling on the drum surface is, but each blow seems to be alive and penetrates into the human ear, and even plucks the heartstrings to beat with the rhythm.

Listening to the sound of the drums, the mood of the soldiers was agitated, and their feet were about to move, but the general who commanded could not keep up with the rhythm of the war drums, a little nervous beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were full of shame and guilt.

Just as more and more of the rebel soldiers were wounded by their bows and arrows, the Holy Dragon's vanguard began to break up their core camp again. I saw a handsome man in white snatch the pennant from the flag general's hand and kick him aside. The big flag in his hand waved rapidly, and the battle situation changed violently, and Jin Wumo looked at the rebel soldiers who had changed their formations in shock. What kind of formation they are arranging, it seems that at first glance it is just a chaotic movement, but it can echo in pairs, as if it is a labyrinth made by thousands of soldiers, once their own people step into the door of death, they can no longer escape.

This kind of formation reminded Jin Wumo of the life and death array that he couldn't learn on the Holy Dragon Mountain. Master once said that even he himself did not understand it until he was 100 years old. Now, besides Master, there is indeed another person who can use this formation, but ...... The man is dead!

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