The White Wolf River, a barren land of less than ten miles, is named the White Wolf River because its topography resembles the White Wolf Howling Moon.

The twilight was deep, the stars were sinking in the west, Murong Zhuozhuo, who was dressed in a brocade robe and robe, sat on the horse and quietly watched the soldiers below go north one after another, Hui Lie looked at Murong Zhuozhuo who looked indifferent next to him and said incomprehensibly, "Young master, we are so embarrassed to withdraw, why don't you feel pity at all when you look at you." ”

Murong Zhuozhuo looked back at Hui Lie, pulled the brocade robe on his body with both hands, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know why we withdrew our troops?" ”

"My subordinates don't know, please make it clear." Hui Lie shook his head and said.

"The prince sent a letter, the emperor of the Central Plains drove the expedition in person, and those scholars in the royal court were eyeing this fragrant glutton, and they put pressure on the Great Khan, asking for orders to go south, and the prince after some weighing, let us withdraw the army, and the king of Hun Tu led an army of 200,000 to continue to attack Pingjiao Pass instead of us." Murong Zhuozhuo was still calm, without the slightest anger of being robbed of his military merits.

When Hui Lie heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore, "What? King Hun Tu, can he still fight with those wine bags and rice bags under his hands? Young master, we have folded tens of thousands of soldiers in Pingjiaoguan, and we have left in such an unknown way, you can bear it, our brothers can't swallow this breath. ”

Murong Zhuo's face sank, and he said sharply, "If you can't swallow this breath, you have to swallow it for me, wait, we will come back, this time the Shi clan gate valve put pressure on the Great Khan, which has angered the bottom line of the Great Khan."

Once defeated, what awaits those gate valve families will be the endless anger of the Great Khan, isn't this the result we want? If you can achieve your goal so easily, why take the life of a prairie child? ”

"Young Master, in this way, you also expected that King Hun Tu would lose this battle...... "Hui Lie seemed to have figured it out a bit, and said softly.

Murong Zhuozhuo sneered, and Le Ma went north, "Even you can see it, how can this young master not understand." ”

"Yes, my subordinates understand."

Murong Zhuo's eyes turned to the sand dunes on the left, on the hill under the moonlight, a woman in a plain shirt was sitting and playing the piano in the moonlight, her jade hands were slender, the sound of the piano was melodious, and the woman's figure was already thin, which looked even more small under the cover of the moonlight.

There is a lot of wind and sand in the north, and the evening breeze blows, and the thin sand in the woman's hand rises with the wind, floating in the air, like a fairy dancing in the air, with the melodious sound of the piano, which adds some tragedy to the already desolate wilderness.

The tune is melodious, some like the Central Plains tunes, but not as delicate and gentle as the Central Plains tunes, it is said to be the Northern Barbarian tunes, but it is not as majestic as their Matouqin, but it is such a two-like but there is also a kind of soft and rigid, rigid and soft fun hidden in it, Murong Zhuozhuo squinted and chuckled, "Let's go, there will be a good show to be staged later......

Hui Lie looked up at the woman, got on the horse and left, still muttering that this girl is really bold, dare to come to such a desolate place alone to play the piano and play solo at night, and I don't know who to listen to, after they left, it is estimated that only those lonely souls and wild ghosts can hear this song.

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Horses stepped on the Beiban and swept across the Liao River, this is the pursuit and dream of many northern generals who have exhausted their lives, Yan Ziyue is no exception, this young general has been determined to level the four since he was a child, fifteen years ago in the battle of Baoerling, Yan Ziyue shot Chen Yanshan, the thirteenth elder of the Beiban Elder Gate, with an arrow.

Although Chen Yanshan is only an elder at the end of the elder sect, he is also a master of spirits, and this arrow not only achieved his title of border tiger, but also made him the border three tigers alongside Xu Ziqian and Beidi monks.

"Driving ......"

Yan Ziyue carried the mountain tiger courage bow, took the lead, and went straight to the White Wolf River, according to the time calculation, the baggage troops of the Northern Barbarians should be about to arrive at the White Wolf River at this time, and he took five thousand iron cavalry to wipe them out before these baggage troops crossed the White Wolf River.

Long-distance attack, he Yan Ziyue boasted that he was not weaker than anyone, even if he came to Xiangzhou Ning Bofeng, he was not afraid.

The horses' hooves were bursting, but when Yan Ziyue approached the White Wolf River, he found that there were no Northern Barbarian baggage troops here, but there were bursts of melodious piano sounds.

Yan Ziyue didn't listen to the music of Yaxing, but after hearing this song, he unexpectedly felt a little familiar, "stop ......"

Behind him, the army ordered to forbid, the five thousand army stood in place, the wind and sand blew, and there was a heavy snort sound from the fierce horse, Yan Ziyue looked up, and on the hills in the distance, there seemed to be a female luthier playing the piano solo.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and every time the woman's hands rolled on the strings, a layer of sand and gravel broke on the sand dunes below the xylophone, and after a few sounds, the original coarse stone and gravel had broken into powder.

The moonlight was clear, the sound of the piano suddenly became urgent, and the strings were plucked with his bare hands, and a ripple of true qi swept through the sand and gravel, bent into a crescent moon shape, and rushed towards the ironclad cavalry in front of him.

I saw a red light arrow suddenly appear, colliding with the ripples of true qi in the air, and after a few heels, it was heavily inserted into the sand on the ground, the moonlight flowed, and the true qi had already dissipated.

On the high slope ten miles away from the White Wolf River, there were two figures, shirtless and strong men protecting the lean young man, a roar sounded, and the breeze caused by the ripples of true qi in front of them swept across the cheeks of the two, and the young man smiled slowly, "Three hours, it's quite fast." ”

At the same time, in the military camp of Pingjiaoguan, a scout ran back panting, with a Northern Barbarian arrow stuck in his left arm, and the scout endured the severe pain and said, "Go and report to the general, there are 200,000 Northern Barbarian troops approaching the border from Hulangleg, and they will arrive outside the pass in a few days." ”

When Qin Feng heard the news, he immediately got up and slapped his palm on the table, "This is not a withdrawal of troops, but a transfer of troops, come on, go and ......"

Halfway through the words, Qin Feng's outstretched hand slowly stretched out again, and then his left fist clenched, "It's okay, let's go down......"

After that, Qin Feng, who was slumped in the chair, stared at the place where the three words White Wolf River were written on the map, and he stopped talking, and finally closed his eyes and said nothing.

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After a test of an arrow, Yan Ziyue knew that the strength of the pianist in front of him was not bad, at least not below him, or even more than himself, Yan Ziyue tightened every day, bent the bow and arrows, and the tip of the arrow reached the female pianist on the hill.

The woman on the sand dunes sat up cross-legged, and if she looked closely, she would find that the woman was cross-legged without landing, the Jiaowei guqin was placed horizontally on her knees, her left hand was suspended in the air, and the middle finger of her right hand was quietly dropped on the strings.

"Zheng."

A crisp sound sounded, drowning out the wind in the night of the Northland.

The general holding the bent bow strangled his legs, and the jujube red BMW that had followed him for several years under his crotch began to run wildly, only to see the ironclad general bend the bow and arrows, and the true qi gathered at the tip of the arrow, and the strings sounded, and the arrows seemed to tear the twilight apart, and went straight to the woman.

The female pianist with a white baby face turned cold, and she didn't seem to see the red arrows in front of her, but she was still in her right hand, and her middle and index fingers were pressed together on the guqin, and the sound of the piano filled the night sky.

It seems to be a life-threatening trick.

However, the result was that Yan Ziyue had to slap his horse and get up, spinning sideways in the air, the true qi driven by the strings floated under his body, and fell on the sand behind him, with a loud bang, and the ground instantly opened a gully several meters long.

The sound shook the sky, and the ripples of true qi swept by, and all the soldiers of the Beidi Army in the front row behind Yan Ziyue were affected by the pond fish, vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

However, his arrow stopped five meters in front of the female violinist, and it seemed to have hit a layer of true qi barrier that he could not see.

With a missed blow, Yan Ziyue fell back on his horse and bent his bow again, this time with two arrows, and the arrows came out of the strings, rushing towards the pianist on the top of the mountain like a double dragon playing with pearls.

The woman was still indifferent, but she made a relatively complicated overprint gesture on her hand, and for a while the yellow sand wrinkled, and the sand on the ground rose with the wind, like a wall of sand in front of the female pianist.

Two dragon-like arrows slammed into the sand wall, and at the moment of collision, a loud noise came, and the sand wall shattered in response, and the sand and stones fell to the ground like raindrops, but Yan Ziyue's arrows had broken into powder, mixed in the sand.

The young female pianist slender right hand rolled a pinch, the qi machine swept like a rain curtain one after another, Yan Ziyue patted the horse and got up, the figure was like a strong pine standing proudly, the left arm stretched forward under the moonlight, the right arm pulled the string into a full moon, the bow body was shining red, and the arrows were majestic and the dragon snake was swallowing the eagle.

"Boom."

The White Wolf River, less than ten miles away, shook the mountains for a while, the hills slid down, countless snakes and scorpions fled in a hurry, and even the bones that had been deposited for thousands of years were gradually exposed from the yellow sand.

Yan Ziyue knelt on one knee, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and red blood stains oozed from the body of the fallen war horse next to him, and he was already lifeless.

The female pianist struck a blow, and then continued to exert force, the right hand continued to pluck the strings, the strings were like silver snakes flying, with anime innocence straight towards Yan Ziyue, Yan Ziyue held the bow in his right hand, and shot three arrows in succession, starry points, vowing to turn into a dragon to hold the fierce silver snake.

True Qi exploded in mid-air, like a peony in full bloom.

As the arrows poured out one after another, Yan Ziyue was getting closer and closer to the female pianist, and now he was less than fifty paces away.

The woman's left hand vibrates the piano, the xylophone rises in response, standing upright on the dune, the woman's right foot steps on the end of the piano, the whole person stands on the piano independently, only to see that its right hand is full of strings, and the martial arts are advanced and the strings are pulled, and the piano can also dance without the piano.

The female luthier pulls the strings with her right hand to make the piano, and with her left hand, she paints a dragon, and the true qi rolls vigorously and sinks, agitating like thunder, like a dragon churning in the sea of clouds, so it is called a rolling dragon.

The rolling dragon attacked, Yan Ziyue shouted, the real air around his body turned, he held it with his backhand, pulled out the arrow from the quiver behind him, puffed up his true qi, and rushed away.

After blinking an eye, the true qi dissipated, the sand dunes had collapsed, the sound of the piano stopped, the female qin sound stood a hundred meters away with her right hand, the iron armor on the iron armor of the iron armor general was shattered, the bow in his hand had been broken in half, the bowstring was broken into dust and smoke, and the blood on his right shoulder flowed.

Yan Ziyue looked up at the female pianist a hundred meters away, and there seemed to be blood flowing out of his right eye, so he finally remembered why this sound of the piano was so familiar, because he had heard the same sound of the piano in Baoerling fifteen years ago.