Chapter Seventy-Two: My Soldiers

The nearest place seems to have more than a dozen households, near the evening, each thatched hut is curling smoke, with the green vast grassland and blue water sky as the background, this smoke seems to be a wisp of fairy energy, making people look mysterious and yearning.

"Your Majesty, look, it's so beautiful." The sedan chair was big enough, Xiaomei sat next to her, and began to shout as soon as she saw the six or seven picturesque scenery of three or five people on the grassland under the sky.

"I saw it, be careful, don't touch my flowers, otherwise I won't be able to afford to pay the entire imperial capital."

Xiaomei pouted: "Your Majesty, what is the magic of this flower?" Why can't Weichen see a little famous? ”

"Didn't you tell me before that this was the legendary flower of life?"

"That's a legend, who knows if it's true or not."

"Whether it's true or not, it's already something special about it that it's still blooming after a few months."

Xiaomei saw her reminder, and looked at this pot of flowers with a bit of rarity: "Really, it hasn't withered for a few months." ”

At this time, Xiao Ce, who was walking in the rear of the army, suddenly rode his horse and ran to the front and said to Feng Wei: "Your Majesty, the Xiqi army is coming. ”

"Oh? Oh, come, give me a horse, and I'll meet him. ”

Zhao Gong immediately brought a white war horse, this is Feng Wei's exclusive mount, with the beauty of flowing lines and strong muscles.

The reason why she chose this white horse as her mount in the first place was because it looked like a white dragon horse and had the advantages of strength and beauty.

Feng Wei stepped on the sedan chair and flew up and landed on the white horse. Grasping the reins, and with a pull of his hand, the horse galloped out.

"You move on." After leaving this sentence, she walked back slowly towards Murong Che.

Murong Che's horse is a black purebred war horse, I can't say what breed it is, in short, for example, Feng Wei's white dragon war horse is even stronger and more beautiful.

When she saw the horse for the first time, she asked for it, but she didn't expect to be rejected by Murong Che. Later, she kept thinking about the dark horse, and she kept thinking of ways to get her hands on it. Feng Wei sat on the horse, walking as he went, thinking about how to steal the black horse...

Murong Che sat on the tall black horse, and from afar he saw Feng Wei walking towards him leisurely with a thoughtful look, and the army beside him continued to walk forward in an orderly manner due to the majesty of the emperor, and did not dare to stop.

But out of the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help but look at the red-clothed beauty on the white horse, no way, their Royal Highness is so beautiful, Feng Wei on a horse has a charm of soft beauty and iron man beauty mixed with more attractive, such a beauty makes the iron-blooded men even more fascinated.

Coming to the end of the Dayong army, Chu Li came to salute: "See Your Majesty." ”

Feng Wei waved his hand: "You continue to walk with them, and I will talk to Emperor Xiqi." ”

"Yes."

Although the Dayong army obediently continued to walk forward, the speed of the march slowed down several times, no different from a snail crawling.

Joke, their majesty is still behind the enemy army, how can they rest assured that such a beautiful majesty?

Although I have had a little affection for the war with the Xiqi army during this time, who knows what Xiqi is thinking about it? All the Dayong troops were secretly on guard, and as soon as something was wrong, they immediately rushed over and crushed them with their numbers.

Of course, this number is just the psychological hypnosis of the Dayong army, and the number of the Dayong army is only one-third of the number of the Xiqi army...

But after Feng Wei's training, the combat skills of the Great Yong Army are absolutely first-class, and then they are infected by Feng Wei's forced number, and all the Great Yong Army think that they can fight with one enemy and ten.

But the Xiqi army doesn't know, they don't know where the self-confidence of the Dayong army comes from. Looking at the inexplicable face of the Dayong army walking backwards, if they were in a scuffle, they would be able to crush the Dayong army in terms of numbers, in this environment of equal conditions, the number of people would definitely prevail, but who could tell them, where did the self-confidence of the Dayong army come from?

But I have to say that the expression of the Dayong army at this moment is absolutely hideous, and the ice spirit of more than 100,000 people is rushing towards the face, which makes the Xiqi army in front of him stand on end, and the expression on his face is even more inexplicable, and they didn't kidnap their majesty, why bother?

Murong Che naturally dared to sense this momentum, he looked at Feng Wei in front of him with a cold face, and he had no intention of giving way, so he had to let his Xiqi army stop.

"Get out of the way, out of the way."

Feng Wei ignored his cold face, put his hands around his chest, and crossed Erlang's legs on his horse: "I am not in your way, I suspect that you are following my army and trying to misbehave." It's better to do this, this desert is boundless, you go to the side, don't follow behind my army, I don't have a sense of security. ”

The moment Murong Zixian, who was on the side, saw Feng Wei blocking the way, he was already furious, and now when Feng Wei said this, he erupted directly, and his eight characters were in conflict with Feng Wei's eight characters.

"Feng Wei, don't be complacent, do you think our Xiqi Army will be afraid of you? We Xiqi are not only these, there are still millions of troops in the territory of Rouran, even if your arrangement is powerful, are you confident that you can save your life from the siege of millions of troops? ”

Feng Wei looked at Murong Zixian's swollen face and Murong Che's face was frosty, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked up a wicked smile, she had long known that her soldiers were inferior to others in terms of numbers, so...

Feng Wei touched this and that on his body, and it took a while to find a sheepskin scroll from the place where his waist was sealed, unfolded it and held it in front of him, and said proudly: "Don't forget that you signed an armistice agreement, as for the previous sneak attack of the Xian Wangye, I will not be investigated, if you dare to surround my Dayong army here...... Hehe. ”

Feng Wei laughed out loud, and the laughter reached the ears of every Xiqi soldier like a ghost, like a magic sound piercing the ears: "If your Xiqi army dares to hurt one of my soldiers, I, Feng Wei, will go to heaven and earth, even if I turn into a ghost, I will definitely drag you to prison." ”

There was no warm words, no undulating tone, as if it was an oath by Lord Yama, and it hit the hearts of every Xiqi soldier, and there was a throbbing pain in his chest as if he had been attacked, and there was a chill in his back, and everyone gasped.

The Dayong army that was walking backwards stopped even more, and ran behind Feng Wei with a bang, holding a spear, looking at the Xiqi army with fierce eyes, and an ordinary soldier mustered up the courage to say: "Dare to hurt a cold hair of my majesty, even if my Dayong army tries its last breath, I will pull you to prison, and I will not die!" ”

"Never die, never die, never die."