The morning breeze blew down the bloodstream of last night's killing, and the sorrow on the high plug still couldn't hide the tragedy of the attack.

Last night, the wolf smoke rose, Gao Que Sai suffered heavy losses, Zuo Xian Wang angrily beat the fifty military sticks of the Condor Archer, because the Condor Archer was an unstoppable wolf tooth warrior, and he was his close general, and finally used the excuse to use people, and the punishment was lenient.

The wolf's tooth iron horseman, who came to the rescue, pounced in the air.

The cavalry mobilized by the national teacher Nurtai was also disturbed by the tactics of the Beishan Wei scout camp. When the day dawned, the wind and dust came, only to know that he had fallen into the old prince Luo Cheng's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, so he had to discuss with King Zuoxian, gave up the strategy of attacking the east and the west, and stationed troops in Gaoque. All the grain and grass seized from the surrounding grass valley were transferred to Gaoque Sai to stabilize the morale of the army.

The eagle archers, who had lost their grain and grass, were so angry that they hung the twelve dead Chunfeng Lou on the tall pass, beating gongs and drums to humiliate Beishanwei in every way.

The large camp of the Chinese army in Gaoque Plug Wolf Tooth, the red roasting grill with dried cow dung, the fire was blazing, and the cold in the tent was dispelled, but the faces of King Zuo Xian and Nurtai, who had taken off their felt fur cloaks, were even colder than the cold wind outside the tent.

He and the generals gathered around the battle sheepskin drawings, frowning and looking ugly. Facing this Beishan Pass, which they have been most familiar with for generations, the more familiar they are, the more frightened they feel.

In that war, this King Zuo Xian was still a captain under his father's command. He had been confident several times, and compared with Luo Cheng, the tiger of the North Mountain, he was invincible. But he and Nurtai both fought in front of this sick tiger back then. If it weren't for the Beishan Wei under the command of the Beishan Tiger, there were many good generals and warriors, and his uncle Youxian Wang would have been disrupted, and the champion Hou seized the opportunity to be beheaded under the horse, so that they had planned a strategic plan for many years, and the success fell short.

In this battle, in the face of a series of tricks secretly played by this sick tiger, they had no choice but to choose to die and come back to life.

A great battle will gather and brew quickly in a blizzard.

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North Mountain, the top of Merlin.

A lonely plum blossom is still blooming on the branches.

It's not just this plum blossom that's lonely, it's also this lonely Merlin.

Qin Feng looked at Song Yi, who was shirtless and sleeved, and personally dug a big pit with a knife, put the coffin containing Li Sheng's body into the pit lightly, and then built a new tomb with his own hands.

A handful of landed money flew all over the sky, and the cry of sorrow choked in his throat. Qin Feng couldn't believe it so far, Li Sheng died at his hands. Why did I send him away? Should I save him? The fear of dying this time far exceeded the fear and anxiety that he had ever felt when he was facing a desperate situation of life and death.

But this person, can he really save it? Can't be saved. In the face of the condor shooter and the thousands of bowstrings, he was so badly injured, but if he delayed a few more, he was afraid that not only Li Sheng would die, but even Lang Qing and Song Yi would also die.

Tianyan sighed and said that everyone who went to the battlefield had a broken knife hidden in their waists. This knife is not used to kill the enemy, but to keep oneself when there is no escape. But often this knife kills not themselves, but their life-and-death comrades-in-arms who are back to back, shoulder to shoulder, and leave their backs to each other. This knife is also called a bloody knife.

Blood is affectionate, a knife to himself, a knife to his comrades, a knife to die, three knives and three generations will always be brothers.

It's easy to hand a knife to an enemy, but it's too hard to hand a knife to yourself to kill a brother who is in danger.

In every brutal training that Kitayama Wei has received, this is the most cruel entrustment.

Luo Cheng, the prince of Beishan, has made an oath since the day he led the troops. Under his command, Beishan Erlang can fight or die, but no one can be a coward or a prisoner.

Not only Beishanwei, but even those Chunfeng Lou also know that the head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the integrity of Beishan cannot be lost. Therefore, Mo Shanghua will say that she has already killed three people and can't stand it.

If she kills again, she is afraid that she will also fall into the devil.

With a knife, a pine tree was split in half by Song Yi's knife, and then the head and tail were cut off to make a rough tombstone. Qin Feng approached his side and said in a low voice, can you give me a chance to atone for my sins?

Song Yi, who was blushing with an iron face, suddenly burst into tears, he turned around and laughed wildly at Qin Feng a few times, "Ahhh ”

The laughter fell, and blood was already flowing from the corners of his mouth.

He smashed his fist on Qin Feng's chest, knocked Qin Feng in front of the tombstone, threw the long knife in his hand in front of the tombstone, turned to look at Gao Que Sai in the distance, and hated it.

Qin Feng stood in front of the tombstone split by Song Yi, hesitated for a moment, and soon grabbed the long knife, the long knife flew, sawdust flew sideways, and when the sleeves were rolled up, a palm wind blew, and on the tombstone, there were several wild and desolate characters, and in the middle was written "The Tomb of the Great Man Li Fu Shenggong of Beishan", and each side was a couplet: the two Gu were invincible and broke into the enemy camp alone, and the three lives were affectionate and drank the snow mountain.

After seeing the epitaph on the tombstone, the old prince Luo Cheng patted Song Yi's shoulder heavily, and said with tears in his voice, the sky is sad, the earth is sad, Li Sheng will not be sad! The sky is ruthless, the earth is ruthless, and the men in Beishan are the most affectionate! Li Shenger and others are reckless, and the soul can return!

In the midst of laughter, the old prince walked in front of Qin Feng again, grabbed the heavy tombstone, roared, and slammed the tombstone deep in front of Li Sheng's grave.

The mountains are majestic, and there are no tears. The son is heroic, don't be sad.

Three bows, while the incense and paper money were burning, the old prince Luo Cheng turned his head towards the scout camp behind the leopard Jiang Shan and the group of people behind Mo Shanghua, pointed to the bodies of the twelve women hanging on the high pass, and said hatefully, the old man knows that you all want to rob the remains of those Beishan female men, but the old man is not allowed! If anyone dares to go without permission, the old man will definitely hang his flesh and bones on the Beishan Pass! Do you understand the old man's intentions?

Seeing the scout camp and the group of squirters, their faces were angry.

He turned his head and patted Qin Feng's shoulder again, and scolded with a smile, do you know this wind boy?

Qin Feng's eyes were red, and he looked at the twelve cold corpses, but his heart was swollen. After thinking for a moment, his brows slowly stretched, and he gritted his teeth and said, from now on, it is the shame of Beishan Eternal Life, and it is also the epitaph that Beishan Eternal Life will not take half a step back, and it is the spiritual coordinate of Beishan's majesty! It's a talisman that the barbarian can't throw away forever!

After a moment of sighing, he shouted again, "The more devastation they suffer, the more fierce the Beishan soldiers will fight and kill the enemy from now on!" Although they died bravely, they will always live in the hearts of every Beishan boy! From today on, they are the military soul of Beishan! ”

A cold light flashed in the old prince's eyes, thinking that this kid was really worth cultivating, and he had the wisdom to be a general. That's right, in his eyes, this group of weak women has turned into the military soul of Beishan! Not only the scout camp, but also the entire North Mountain, which one is not the same enemy.

"Pass the order, go to the North Mountain to worship, and add twelve gentlemen! Ordered the pottery superintendent, gathered the potters of Beishan, and cast the Twelve Flower God Cup in the name of the most precious Oiran in the world overnight! A cup of a gentleman, a gentleman and an oiran, the old man wants to let the people of the world, whether it is in the operation of red and white ceremonies, or lingering in the fireworks restaurant banquet, must remember that today's people are ashamed of today's Mr.! ”

Luo Cheng's words were passed down from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain one by one, and soon spread to the entire North Mountain.

Suddenly it echoed like a mountain and a tsunami.

In one day, the twelve flower temples were cast in various parts of Beishan as never before. This is the first time that the temple was cast for the Hongchen woman in Beishan for thousands of years.

And the exquisite, ingenious Twelve Flower God Cup, the testimony of the tears and blood swallowing of the same enemy between the laughter and laughter of the Beishan men, has also become the eternal treasures that the Beishan women cherish around them.

Zhong Zhenshan, Marquis of Dingyuan, and Hu Bayi, general of the Tiger and Leopard Army, picked up the twelve flower god cups in front of them, especially the plum blossom cup and the chrysanthemum cup. The plum blossom cup reads: How to get the fragrance of plum blossoms without a cold bone. The chrysanthemum cup reads: When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom.

The two played for a long time, put down the wine glass, and said with a sigh on their faces, what a Twelve Flower God Cup, what a Twelve Mr. Twelve! What a Twelve Oiran Army Spirit!

The sick tiger's trick turned decay into magic, which really opened their eyes. Casting the soul of the army with the strange woman of the North Mountain, which is unheard of and unseen in the art of war in the world, is really a very high means. In the future, this will inevitably be indispensable in the history books. Thinking of it again, he had just returned to Beishan Pass, and a series of killing methods, he couldn't help but secretly exclaim in his heart, the tiger back then was back.

In the past few days, the men of Ding Yuanwei and the Tiger and Leopard Army have written blood books one after another, and even beat the drums in the Chinese army, repeatedly asking to fight for the current front army and have a big battle with the barbarian. shouted, the men in Beishan are not dead, how can a woman hold up the sky.

Qin Feng sat in front of Luo Yidao's bed and handed him the Twelve Flower God Cup in his hand.

Before he could say anything, Luo Yidao, who was wrapped like a zongzi, immediately tore off the bandages on his body, turned over and got out of bed, dressed neatly, and shouted for people to bring his battle robes and armor, he wanted to personally avenge his sisters.

Qin Feng lamented, early this morning, the barbarian's Ten Thousand Captains Condor Archer was killed on the Gao Que Fortress, and the remains of the twelve Oirans were also respectfully sent back by them.

"The barbarian coaxed?" Luo Yidao dropped his eyeballs in surprise.

"The old prince's scheming is better than a million heroes!" Qin Feng never expected that his junior brother really didn't have eggs, and he was so scared stupid. not only killed the general guarding the pass of King Zuoxian, but also personally sent the twelve oiran to the foot of the North Mountain.

The men of the twelve oirans, the scout camp seized the pass, slaughtered all the barbarians who were escorting the body, and threw them back into the snow of the high gate one by one.

Instead of letting people collect the corpses, King Zuo Xian and Nurtai set a fire to burn the corpses of those barbarians clean.

Only then did Qin Feng understand that most of the barbarians who escorted Oiran's body were those murderers who killed Oiran.

Is this a retreat or a deliberate show of weakness? He didn't know.

But obviously, the old prince's trick made the barbarians extremely jealous.

"So this battle can't be fought?"

Luo Yidao said unwillingly.

He jumped to his feet and scolded, what kind of moth is this old immortal. This demon king hasn't made a move yet, and he hasn't made an inch, how can this be good? Or we're going to kill ourselves! Also learn from the monkey and win the championship in the chaotic army?

Qin Feng rolled his eyes.

With such a movement of the barbarian, let alone kill it, I am afraid that before it reaches the high gate, thousands of bowstrings will face each other.

Do you really think this is the Great Demon King? Invulnerable? It's almost the same as looking for death. really let this guy fall into the hands of the barbarians, and with his means of having no eggs, he will become a disgrace to Beishan.

Immediately shuddered, and hurriedly pressed him and said, what are you panicking about! When you're healed, you'll have to fight! I estimate that most of the courts of the two countries are going to make a move.