"Regardless of the geographical location or the disparity in troops, the situation in the area of Bomendu is even more severe, there are 60,000 troops here in Panjiao City and Liangwu City to defend the city, while there are only 10,000 troops on the side of Bomendu and Rong Jian's 100,000 troops to confront each other......" Luo Zhengli said solemnly, paused for a moment, and then said:

"This place will be handed over to General Guo, I will immediately bring back 10,000 soldiers and horses to Bomendu to support, the reinforcements sent by the imperial court will arrive soon, before the reinforcements arrive, we must defend to the death." ”

"Leave it to me here, General Luo rest assured, he will live up to His Majesty's expectations. Guo Changqing nodded heavily.

"Weiguoshi, you stay in Liangwu City. Luo Zhengli turned his head to look at Wei Xiwan again, this time he rushed to Bomendu non-stop, a woman was afraid that she would not be able to bear it along the way, and compared to Bomendu, Liangwu City was much safer at this time.

"I have been walking with the general, and now that the general is going to the grave situation in Bomendu, how can I have any reason to stay here. Wei Xiwan rejected Luo Zhengli's kindness, she knew that Bomendu was in danger now, and this time Wang Chengchen sent her to the border city, not to have fun and avoid danger.

"Wei Guoshi......" Luo Zhengli wanted to say something, but met Wei Xiwan's unwavering eyes, "Okay, let's go." ”

10,000 troops marched to Bomendu at the fastest marching speed, and Luo Zhengli and Wei Xiwan led 3,000 cavalry first.

The autumn wind is blowing, the fallen leaves and the wind and sand dance wildly under the iron horse, in front of the Xuanjia army, a white and elegant figure gallops on the horse, Yingying Qiushui's eyes are squinted, but the slender hand tightly pulls the reins of the horse, such as the red lips of the dotted silk tightly pursed, 10,000 robes face the wind and sand, and a long hair reflects the end of the world.

"Newspaper ~ The 10,000 army led by Luo Zhengli and Wei Xiwan is only thirty miles away from Bomen. A soldier went into the tent and knelt down to give a report.

"Here she is. Rong Jian muttered softly, frowning slightly.

Before Dong Wuye appeared, he had never taken this Sanpin National Teacher of Nancheng Country in his eyes, so he didn't care about the portrait of Wei Xiwan in General Shen Tucang's mansion, but now everything is different, and he really wants to see what kind of woman this is.

"Open the gates!"

An order sounded, the gate of Bomendu slowly opened halfway, and five horses galloped out of the city, facing the 100,000 troops of the Xiyue Kingdom under the city.

The woman at the head of the whip reined in the horse, dressed in white, with red lips like fire, beautiful and arrogant, with a smile on her lips, and a long sword on the willow waist, chic and gorgeous.

"Is there no one in Nancheng Country? I actually sent a woman to come, hahahaha......" Rong Jianjun's five big and three thick, rough-looking leader said sarcastically.

It is undeniable that the appearance of this woman amazed everyone, but it was a great insult to Nancheng Kingdom to send a woman out of the city.

Wei Xiwan only glanced coldly at the person who spoke, and didn't pay attention to it at all, and after sweeping around the people who were the leader, he finally saw the figure in the blue shirt in the black oppressive army.

Even though the distance between the two is not close, the elegant and stable temperament exuded by Rong Jian has not weakened at all, and a few strands of white hair add a bit of otherworldliness.

And Rong Jian, from the moment Wei Xiwan rode out of the city gate, his eyes never left her body for a minute.

She is Wei Xiwan, and there are some differences from what he imagined, but he can't say what the difference is, and when he thinks about it carefully, it seems that she is like this.

Rong Jian slowly walked to the front of the listed army, and Wei Xiwan also turned over and dismounted, the two looked at each other, and then Rong Jian spoke slowly, and the first words he said surprised Wei Xiwan.

"Miss Wei is good at playing the piano?"

Wei Xiwan raised his eyebrows, and replied with a chuckle: "In this world, who dares to say that he is good at piano music in front of Mr. Shengrong?"

"In this world, most of the pianos can be played by everyone, but some pianos are different. Rong Jian smiled in return, and said softly, "Some Wei girls may be able to play, but Rong may not. ”

At this point, Rong Jian opened his mouth without leaving the word "qin", Wei Xiwan naturally would not be stupid enough to think that he was just crazy about the qin, so he would talk and laugh with her on this battlefield, and now the cold jade qin that he just got in his hand should be the answer that Rong Jian wants to hear.

Wei Xiwan looked at Rong Jian again inquiringly, Han Yuqin was only useful for Dong Wuye, what was the significance to Rong Jian?

"What Mr. Rong said makes sense, I just got a good piano not long ago, maybe it's the different piano in Mr. Rong's mouth. Wei Xiwan pointed out, and did not deliberately hide from Rong Jian that he had obtained Han Yuqin.

Hearing this, Rong Jian was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect Wei Xiwan to admit that Han Yuqin was in her hands so easily, which meant that everything was as he guessed, the woman in front of him was the master of Dong Wuye who had reappeared in two hundred years.

Rong Jian didn't say anything anymore, just quietly looked at Wei Xiwan's clear eyes. Winter has no night, destined to change, and the person who controls this power must only be the longitude and latitude of the world, have the world in mind, and kill legends for the world.

The awe of this power then came to his mind, and the fact that he could witness the reality of winter without night in his lifetime gave him a hint of joy, but this person was a man of an enemy country, and when he thought about it, he had infinite melancholy and lamentation.

Wei Xiwan looked at Rong Jian without saying a word, although the complicated look on Rong Jian's face was extremely small, she still saw that he was not so calm in his heart at the moment.

"I went out of the city this time to personally hand over a letter from His Majesty to Mr. Yung. Wei Xiwan took the lead in breaking this abnormal atmosphere, did not forget to get down to business, and handed Wang Chengchen, who was in a hurry, to Rong Jian.

Rong Jian was not too surprised, now in such an unfavorable situation for Nancheng Kingdom, Wang Chengchen sent someone to send a letter over, most of which was a delaying tactic full of hypocritical conditions, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he reached out to take the letter, and slowly opened it.

However, there were only three words on the white paper, three words that were strong and full of murderous intent, which made him, who had always been calm, suddenly change his face: Rong Wanwan.

The Tianyao Mountain in the city is dyed with a golden yellow that belongs to autumn, and the afterglow of the sunset is scattered among the mountains, revealing a quiet that has not been seen for a long time.

Most of the peerless disciples had already quietly descended the mountain the moment Wei Xiwan went to Bomendu, and they all went to the area of Bomendu under Wei Xiwan's order to listen to his dispatch.

An invisible force can often surprise and defend people, thus playing an important role, a thousand peerless disciples in the shadows, lurking in Bomendu, Jingzhou City and Luochun City, and even in the 100,000 army of Xiyue Kingdom.

According to Wei Xiwan's arrangement, if the peerless elements who infiltrated the army can survive the battle, they will follow the Xiyue army back to Xiyue, continue to be buried deep in the army, and do the deepest penetration step by step.