"Shoot the arrows!"

With Chu Lingheng's order, the people of the Bei clan, who were still besieging Wen Jinghua a moment ago, were shot into hedgehogs in an instant.

Tuoba Jian swung his scimitar, struggling to resist the raindrops of arrows.

Seeing that he was left alone when he was killed, Tuoba Jian no longer fell in love with the war, and on tiptoe, three or two leaps disappeared into the night.

Before leaving, he also turned his head to look at Wen Jinghua in Chu Lingheng's arms, and said provocatively: "The woman of Daliang, I will snatch you sooner or later!"

After saying that, he disappeared without looking back.

Seeing this, Chu Lingheng snorted coldly, waved his hand, and signaled that his subordinates did not need to chase Tuoba Jian anymore.

Wen Jinghua asked puzzledly: "Why don't you chase him?" He is alone, now should be a good time to kill him. ”

Chu Lingheng smiled, "Silly girl, if you kill him, there will be many of them, just like if I killed the previous prince of the Bei clan, this prince of the Bei clan will come to seek revenge." The rulers of the North Clan are inexhaustible. The best thing to do is to strangle their fighting power, so that no matter how warlike the new king is, he will not be able to make waves. ”

Compared with Wen Jinghua, Chu Lingheng's handling of the war is more objective and ruthless.

His so-called method of defeating the Bei Clan was to massively kill their young and middle-aged combat power.

As long as the small population cannot afford to organize a large-scale war, even ten more Tuoba Jian is not a concern.

Therefore, Chu Lingheng would not be obsessed with chasing and killing Tuoba Jian, but would devote himself to eliminating the ordinary soldiers of the Northern Clan.

War is like a meat grinder, and batches of young and middle-aged people are thrown in, turned into bones, and then spit out.

Wen Jinghua lowered her eyes and leaned into Chu Lingheng's arms again.

Seven days and seven nights of travel, plus fighting and fighting, had exhausted her.

Chu Lingheng hugged him, feeling distressed and helpless in his heart.

He wanted to explain something, but he felt that he didn't need to explain anything.

Wen Jinghua is so smart, and he naturally understands at this moment that his so-called avalanche being trapped is just a well-planned internal and external cooperation.

Chu Lingheng pretended to be driven into the gourd valley, but he was actually waiting for the opportunity inside.

Enough food has already been prepared in the gourd valley.

The avalanche was also man-made, in order to take advantage of the chaos to cover up the traces of people outside.

He secretly left some of his soldiers and horses outside, and the plan was to wait for Tuoba to hold on to the valley for many days, and when the soldiers were sleepy and slackened, they would come to a surprise flanking attack.

As for the people in the camp who were on the surface, all of them he couldn't trust.

It was just right to throw it to Tuoba Jian as a live target.

He deduced everything very well.

There was no need for the emperor's reinforcements to arrive.

Who knew that Wen Jinghua traveled under the stars and night, and brought 2,000 cavalry to save him.

After learning that she was here and was going to fight Tuoba Jian, his soul was about to fly away.

Thankfully, he had planned to act tonight.

Luckily, he was in time.

Chu Lingheng looked down at Wen Jinghua, who couldn't resist the drowsiness in his arms, and his gentle expression could almost drown people.

"Sleep, little fool. ”

He pressed Wen Jinghua's head against his chest, covered her ears, and commanded the soldiers beside him: "Clean up the battlefield, don't let anyone go!"

Without Tuoba Jian, the soldiers of the Northern Clan could only be unilaterally slaughtered by Chu Lingheng.

The slaughter lasted all night, and the howling of the north wind masked the cries of despair...

In the early morning, the wind stopped, and the morning glow filled the sky.

Wen Jinghua opened the tent and walked out, facing the morning sun, her eyes were red with dazzling eyes.

Soldiers cleaning up the battlefield.

Last night was a fruitful harvest, and everyone was satisfied with their own exploits.

Wen Jinghua blinked vigorously, but found that the red in her eyes was not the glow of the rising sun, but the earth stained red with blood.

When I looked up, I saw countless corpses at the end of my sight.

The limb is missing, and the face is difficult to survive.

Behind these mutilated corpses, there are parents, wives and children who are thinking about their safe return.

Wen Jinghua's figure shook.

She really realized what it means to be invincible to the god of war.

Wherever the iron cavalry of the god of war has stepped on, it is such a purgatory map on earth.

Chu Lingheng is the god of war who protects the country and is passed down by the people of Daliang, but for the people of the Bei clan, he should be a sin and death god who is spurned by everyone and wishes that he will never be able to be reborn.

It is a matter of position, and it has nothing to do with good or evil.

War is inherently ruthless and cruel.

Wen Jinghua took a deep breath, the air that was supposed to cleanse people's lungs in the early morning was unexpectedly infected by the smell of blood wafting around.

Wen Jinghua felt a little dizzy.

She listlessly lowered the curtain of her tent, returned to her bed, and plunged into the covers.

She should get a good night's sleep and get another good night's sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, Chu Lingheng washed away the heavy bloody qi and walked to her tent to see her.

Wen Jinghua slept groggyly, and vaguely heard what Chu Lingheng said, the group of reinforcements led by Chu Jie arrived, and the people who were inserted by King Yong and the Bei clan were also disposed of by him.

Wen Jinghua was proud in her heart, Chu Jie was so beautiful in her work, she deserved to be a person she trusted, reliable.

She was still thinking in her heart, if someone like Wu Guang was disposed of, Chu Lingheng should be safer in the future, right?

She wanted to ask, but she didn't even have the strength to lift her eyelids.

Wen Jinghua can't be the master of her body, as if she is trapped in this skin.

Chu Lingheng leaned his face over and kissed her gently.

He put his hand on her head, and then said to himself in a little panic, "Why is it so hot!"

Wen Jinghua is sick.

Very sick and very sick.

The long-distance running without sleep, coupled with the desperate battle besieged by Tuoba Jian, the iron-beaten people couldn't bear it.

It was already a miracle that she could insist on seeing Chu Lingheng.

Chu Lingheng blamed himself very much, it was just a ploy for him to be buried by an avalanche.

A plan that can reinvent Tuoba Jian and pull out the dissident people in the military camp by the way.

He calculated everything, but he didn't calculate it, and Wen Jinghua, who was in the imperial city thousands of miles away, was also calculated.

Wen Jinghua could work so hard for him.

Wen Jinghua has the ability to work so hard.

He used to only think that she was a stubborn grinder who needed protection, but he didn't expect that Wen Jinghua would be able to lead the troops to fight, and almost killed Tuoba Jian.

The military doctor is proficient in dealing with external injuries, but he is helpless against a serious illness caused by overwork like Wen Jinghua.

The conditions in the barracks are already difficult, and no matter who has such a tricky high fever, they are resigned to fate.

Chu Lingheng changed the handkerchief over and over again to cool Wen Jinghua's forehead.

"Hua'er, get better, don't leave me..."

"Grandpa Chu, I want Hua'er, I'm sorry, I shouldn't want Hua'er..."

Wen Jinghua died uncomfortably, but Chu Lingheng was more like the one who was tortured by a high fever, and kept talking nonsense...