Han family son, how majestic should he be back then?

Gong Qingshan lost his mind for a while, fifty years ago....

Even the memory is a little blurry.

The most profound thing in my mind now is to save money every day to live, and I live day by day, worrying about the army of the people and looking forward to the reinforcements from the Central Plains.

How to lead the green mountains with a sword, how to shake the grassland for thousands of years, all kinds of things back then, but I can't remember clearly.

"Old man.... Half-crippled. ”

With his sideburns and white hair hanging down, Gong Qingshan leaned over and dispatched the old guards to guard the city, which was the only thing he could do.

But Jin Mujin is fighting more and more fiercely, although it is enjoyable to punch to the flesh, but the efficiency is too low, he directly uprooted a giant wood upside down, waving like the wind!

Not even friend or foe!

Whether it is a cadre or a man, he will be injured when he rubs it, and he will die when he touches it!

It doesn't matter if he has three or four products or a few grades, in front of the first warrior of this grassland millennium, all of them are not in the grade!

After being suppressed for fifty years, he wants to vent!

The cloud qi of the cadre army can't suppress such a murderer, and the cloud qi of the Meng army is to help him!

Seeing this, Gong Qingshan became more and more worried, Meng Ren has a Jin Mujin, a little prince, and a cowardly Xue Jun Lu Duo, these are the three first products, the master of the Qianren side, only the Great Qian Emperor is one product.

The general wearing light armor, the peak of the second grade or even the first half step, could have used the cloud qi connected by the old pawn and the cadre army to deal with the likes of Huluduo and the Little Prince, but as soon as he came, he was targeted by Jin Mujin and was seriously injured!

Accidents are frequent, and the gap in the combat power of the top level is so big that it can't be beaten at all!

Gong Qingshan proposed again: "Your Majesty Emperor Daqian, the old man opens the mountain, you lead the army away, the old man and these three thousand brothers can still hold on for a while and buy time." ”

In this situation, he didn't think about running, nor did he think about surviving, but the emperor of Daqian had to survive, and the Central Plains had to ensure that there was enough strength to resist the ensuing southward movement of the Mengren.

No one may be Jin Mujin's opponent now, but the Central Plains is vast and rich, and there are always masters who are not born in the world.

Zhao Zheng looked at the vast army and the murderous Jin Mujin, but instead turned around to persuade Gong Qingshan and the three thousand white-haired old soldiers:

"The North Starling is dead, I take over Shengle City on behalf of the Great Cadres, you can disarm and return to the field, and lead all the way back to your hometown, and we can defend the city against the enemy."

"According to the Shengle City New Year's Festival, it is the New Year, then Happy New Year, safe journey!"

Saying that, Zhao Zheng jumped to the city in an instant, rode a donkey upside down, swept with strength, thirteen feet around, and no one stood up!

"To the west, is the former dynasty of Chang'an, and to the south, is Luoyi...."

"At your feet, it's Jiangshan Sheji!"

"I'd rather fight to the death to defend the community, how can I give up the country!"

"Great cadres, line up, meet the enemy with me!"

The cadres who were almost stunned by the sudden change suddenly shook their morale, and the emperor took the lead, whether it was suitable or not, the morale of the army was terrifying.

What if Meng was seriously injured and seriously injured? It's not the first time either!

What's more....

walked a long way, dug up the silver of the little emperor all the way, didn't give life to others, and I didn't want to go!

"Daqian, Wansheng!"

This sound, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, came continuously!

Zhao Zheng took advantage of the situation to lead his troops to cover up and kill for a while, and the results were quite fruitful, and the Hubutai who stepped forward to intercept was attacked by him with a sword and was seriously injured!

The sun rises in the east, and the clouds of the army are like clouds, a little lighter.

The early morning sunlight gradually becomes dazzling, and it seems to melt the snow on the mountain.

The little prince of Beimeng moved, and said in a loud voice:

"That's it!"

"The whole army is pressed and the little emperor is captured!"

The Meng army directly launched a general attack, although Jin Mujin did not distinguish between the enemy and me for the time being, but after all, he was the first warrior of the grassland for thousands of years, his own people, and now many Meng soldiers and soldiers have grown up listening to his stories.

Jin Mujin is just standing in the middle of the battlefield, his tall and burly body, and his invincible strength can greatly increase the morale of the people and the clouds! Not to mention the terrifying killing speed, it's like mowing grass!

The white-haired old man at the head of the city was sweating on the palms of his hands and the backs of his hands.

is already old, even if the lowest is a seventh-grade cultivation, his physical strength has long been unable to keep up.

After fighting for so long, I'm really tired.

The Meng army's soldiers suddenly turned around and rushed straight towards the little emperor, which gave them a chance to breathe.

An old man looked at Gong Qingshan beside him: "General, it's been fifty years, and this knife is really tiring." ”

The northern starlings have been destroyed, and reinforcements have also arrived, taking over Shengle City.

It stands to reason that they should be liberated, and they should follow the letter from home that could not be sent out, and return to their homeland.

Gong Qingshan lowered his eyebrows slightly, noncommittal.

The old man said: "The cadres under the city, just like that year, have died a lot of brothers, and the barbarians seem to be a little stronger than back then. ”

"Guard."

Gong Qingshan looked at the two armies under the city like meat grinders, and poured out a word.

"Guard!"

The three thousand white-haired old men also shouted at the same time!

Hold a gun in your left hand and a fist in your right hand on your chest!

"Luoyi, Zhao Quanzhong, Shou!"

"Ping Ye, Qian Jackie Chan, Shou!"

"Nanyang, Sun Yichuan, Shou!"

"Huaizhou, Li Jiye, Shou!"

“......”

This group of white-haired old soldiers, the youngest of whom were sixty-seven or eighteen, had beards around their cheeks, but one by one, their faces were red, their blood was vigorous, and their voices were old, but they were loud.

Just like then!

"Don't remove your armor? Stubborn?

"Well kept!"

Zhao Zheng blocked with a sword, swinging away the little prince, the sound of the donkey's hooves was urgent, and he took a hundred steps in a row, and with a stroke of his hand, he wiped the energy and chopped the giant wood in Jin Mujin's hand into sawdust!

Wood chip form, the highest combustion utilization rate.

He did not continue to attack, but mobilized the clouds, breathing and shaking:

"When I entered Shengle City that day, the city guards had words, and it was not in accordance with the rules to enter the city rashly."

"What are rules?"

"Be a soldier, eat a salary, this is the rule!"

"The old soldier of Xuanwuwei has been guarding Shengle City for 50 years, and according to the rules, he should be paid for 50 years!"

A burst of energy suddenly rushed to the sky, unattainable, undulating Daqing Mountain, a violent shaking, the mountain rocks collapsed, and the snow fell!

A small section of the mountain was broken down by Zhao Zheng and fell to the bottom of the mountain!

The blood-red eyes of the cadres and the soldiers who fought to a regiment were more white, not only the soldiers of the two armies were stunned, as if the heavens and the earth were stunned, and everything was stunned.

There are white flowers on the mountain, how can there be any green mountains covered with snow!

"Feng Gong Qingshan is the general of the Great Qianxuan Wuwei, and he orders him to lead Xuanwuwei and me to kill the enemy together!"

"The north starling has not paid enough money, and I will send it to you!"

"The Meng people who haven't been killed in the north starling, I'm going to kill them!"

"Fifty years of salary, now that it has been replenished, when will General Gong enter the first product again and fight with me?"

Gong Qingshan looked at the silver falling from the sky, and then looked up at Daqingshan.

The mountains are full of silver, and I don't see a single piece of snow!

"The green mountains are not old, they are snow-white...."

For fifty years, he would sigh when he watched Daqing Mountain gradually cover with snow.

Even the green mountains will age, and the mountains will be covered with snow, just like pale hair, old, old, old.

When you look at the sun, you can't see the homeland of the Central Plains.

But today, Emperor Daqian fell all the snow on the green mountains overnight, and the sun melted thousands of miles of ice.

What if the snow fades and the mountains are green?

Gong Qingshan slowly paced to the head of the city, looking up at Daqingshan, his hair was windless, his eyes were concentrating, and his palms were raised high with his palms facing the sky!