Time passed, and the dawn shone on this fertile land.

Scorched smoke rose from the sky above the camp, which had been neatly organized yesterday, but today it was completely reduced to ruins.

The news of the Battle of Qiling was also immediately transmitted back to the Daqian Imperial Capital.

……

Yongning Palace.

The atmosphere behind the curtain was slightly charming.

Yun Ji lay on the bed, and Zhao An gently pressed on her back.

Because there was only a layer of tulle, Zhao An could clearly feel the delicate skin under his hands.

And Yun Ji's face was slightly flushed, and the warm feeling from Zhao An's hand also made her heart slightly hot.

"Queen Mother, the front line is urgent!" A eunuch ran in from outside.

Zhao An hurriedly got up, and Yun Yu's slightly closed eyes also opened.

"Say."

"Queen Mother, Your Majesty led troops to raid Qiling last night and won a big victory!" The eunuch said in a trembling voice.

"Oh?" Yun Ji's eyes flashed a little different.

Because under her teaching, Luo Xuan has studied literature since he was a child, and he has almost never dabbled in martial arts.

"How's the battle damage?"

"Back to the Queen Mother, our army killed seventeen people, and a total of four thousand seven hundred and twenty-eight enemy troops were killed!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire Yongning Palace froze.

Not only Zhao An, but even Yun Ji was stunned when he heard this number.

You know, it was Luo Xuan's raid, not someone else standing and letting him fight!

This kind of battle damage is probably difficult for the most prominent generals of the current dynasty to achieve, right?

"The mourning family knows, go down."

Waiting for the eunuch to go out, Yun Yu fell down again.

It's just that this time, there was a bit of coldness in his voice: "What the mourning family has explained, do it as soon as possible." ”

"Yes!" Zhao An bowed slightly, and then prepared to go out.

But at this moment, he was stopped by Yun Ji.

"Come back, press and go."

Hearing this, Zhao An's footsteps froze, and then after a slight breath, he returned to the bed again.

"This yarn is too hot, you took it off for the mourning family."

A silky soft voice sounded, and Zhao An's face turned red almost instantly.

Even the breathing was a little heavier.

Zhao An's palm slowly stretched upwards, and then touched the neckline of the tulle.

As the palm of his hand dragged back, the thin veil gradually fell off Yun Yu's body.

The body as white as jade was displayed in the air like this.

"Gollum." Zhao An swallowed his saliva.

From Zhao An's point of view, you can still see the "giant" that is pressed under the snow-white body.

Looking at the curvature that was enough to make people intoxicated, a certain part of Zhao An's body also reacted.

……

Hexian.

Han Mo's army has been trapped here for three days.

During the three-day siege, there was no food and no help, and the opponent's troops were three times their own.

Now it seemed that their army, which had less than 500 men left, was in a mortal situation.

But they still held on for three days.

Without him, just because he passed Hexian, it was already the outermost border of the entire Daqian, and after crossing the mountain, the iron hooves of the mountain slaves would completely step into the Central Plains.

When there was no food, they ate the grass and drank the blood of horses.

They're still on guard.

As the leading general, Han Mo's tent was quite warm, and he sat on a makeshift stone chair with a heavy face.

At this time, he no longer had the appearance of the mighty general before, he was haggard, and even lost weight.

The sharp eyes in the past are a little tired at the moment.

The armor on his body, which had accompanied him for decades, was now covered with sword scars.

The soldier slowly walked into the camp tent with a bowl of hot soup: "General, it's time to eat!" ”

After speaking, he placed the soup bowl in front of Han Mo, there was some hesitation in his eyes, and he sighed slightly: "It's the horse meat of the dead soldier's war horse!" ”

"My soldiers are still suffering, how can I have the face to eat this?" Han Mo sighed bitterly.

"Still no support?"

Hearing this, the soldier shook his head helplessly.

In their hearts, they have long been outcasts.

Then came the natural death.

"Report!"

A soldier rushed into the camp with an excited face and shouted: "General, in the distance, there seem to be reinforcements in the distance!" ”

"What!" Han Mo's whole person was agitated, and then he rushed out of the camp directly.

Standing on top of the watchtower, you can see the scene in the distance.

It was a snow-white patch, like collapsing snow, sweeping in their direction!

The ground is trembling.

Outside Hexian, the camp of the mountain slaves also felt the shaking at this moment.

"Quick, go and report to the king, the enemy is attacking!" The mountain slave soldiers on the watchtower looked at the rapidly approaching white torrent in the distance, and their faces were also a little flustered.

……

The white torrent is impressively white, and there are five thousand snow dragon riders!

This will be their first battle!

Bai Qi's eyes stared at the camp of the mountain slave in front of him like an eagle falcon, and then directly drew out the long sword at his waist: "Kill!" ”

In the next moment, all the Great Snow Dragon Knights shouted angrily, and their speed increased again!

The white torrent completely dispersed at this moment, forming an encirclement, like an eagle's wings, and began to slowly tighten.

At this moment, the mountain slave soldiers were also roaring and driving their horses, brandishing their swords, and rushing out of the camp in an orderly manner, trying to kill the weak cadres in their eyes!

The so-called cavalry of the Qianren is an ant that can be trampled to death with one foot in their eyes!

But it was these ants, flashing at high speed in front of and behind their horses, wielding their swords at the moment of approaching, either cutting off the legs of horses or people, each as fierce as a jackal and as ethereal as a ghost.

"Wolf ride, charge!" In the rear, the Right Virtuous King also rushed out at this moment, and saw the mountain slave army fall one after another, and roared angrily with red eyes.

The wolves smelled the smell of blood, like a sharp blade, and plunged into the army formation of the great cadres.

The wolf rider who suddenly joined roared and charged in the middle of the cadre army, and if it was an ordinary big dry war horse, I am afraid that it would be torn apart by this terrifying impact in an instant.

But what they are facing is the army of the world, the Great Snow Dragoon!

And the general who is known as the god of killing, Bai Qi!

I thought that the addition of wolves would reverse the situation in an instant.

But the truth is that nothing can stop the charge of the Great Snow Dragoon!

The Great Snow Dragoon is like a god of death, and wherever it passes, the lives of the mountain slave soldiers will be mercilessly harvested!

"What kind of army is this!" Looking at the almost one-sided situation, and the wolf rider who was killed in an instant, King Youxian felt that his heart was dripping blood.

"Retreat, retreat!" In the middle of the battlefield, the Right Virtuous King roared frantically as he retreated.

Suddenly, King Youxian only felt that his surroundings were quiet for a short moment, and then something hard and cold rushed in from the back of his heart, and his entire chest suddenly cooled, and then a sharp pain that seemed to be burning in the fire struck!

He didn't dare to exhale, he knew he had one last chance to breathe.

He slashed at the horse's rump, and the horse neighed in pain and rushed out desperately!