Since the army of Western Xia was wiped out by Ye Yu Longxu, the queen of Western Xia, Aunt Xiang, formed a revival army. The bull entered the tent like a quail with his head down, and when he entered, he did not even dare to lift his head. The reason for this is that one is hindered by Aunt Xiang's deterrence; One is because of the weakness of the thief's heart.

In Aunt Xiang's tent, there was a dresser, and the most dazzling thing on the dresser was not the various rouge gouaches placed on the table, nor a row of seven dazzling combs, but a half-human-high bronze mirror. Under the candlelight, Aunt Xiang's figure in the bronze mirror was particularly clear. Aunt Xiang was holding a comb made of jade, and was meticulously grooming her hair, which had begun to turn gray.

"Let's talk about it, did Yang Dezheng agree?" Hearing Aunt Xiang's voice, Niu Tou subconsciously shuddered. Aunt Xiang's hand combing her hair, which was facing away from the cow's head, paused slightly, and her eyes subconsciously narrowed into a line. Although the movement of the bull's head was very slight, Aunt Xiang still observed it through the reflection in the mirror. Niu Tou whispered uneasily: "Yang Dezheng didn't agree......"

Aunt Xiang combed her hair and asked softly, "What else?" Niu Tou was stunned, gritted his teeth, and denied: "No." There was a shallow glimmer of light in Aunt Xiang's eyes, and her eyes widened.

"Really?" Aunt Xiang asked jokingly, and without waiting for Niu Tou to answer, she waved her hand and said, "I've worked hard for you tonight, you can go down first." The bull head hurriedly arched his hand and said: "The subordinates will retire first." "After getting out of the tent, I walked a dozen steps away from the tent. The bull head touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and his back was already soaked. In just a few minutes of meeting, the bull head seemed to have fought on the battlefield.

It can be seen that Niu Tou's fear of Aunt Xiang comes from the bottom of his heart. Niu Tou's fear of Aunt Xiang came from the fact that he had seen Aunt Xiang deal with bad people once. Aunt Xiang has completely inherited the secret skills of the royal family of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and has won some true inheritances of some big palace maids in the palace, and the means of punishing people have entered the realm.

For example, Aunt Xiang's favorite steaming sentence. She can not only steam people, but also cut the steamed people into pieces and let the bad people eat. In the heart of the bull head, he has already classified this woman and perverts into the same category. This kind of perverted old woman who is anti-human, and the criminal law she uses is beyond the scope of human understanding.

The bull head is not afraid of death. But he was afraid of being steamed. To be precise, he was afraid of Aunt Xiang, so he cut off his legs, steamed them, and fed them to himself. Thinking of Aunt Xiang's horror, Niu Tou's pace sped up a few points. Inside Aunt Xiang's luxurious tent. After the cow head had been gone for a long time, Aunt Xiang was still sitting in front of the dresser and combing her hair.

While combing her hair, she whispered to herself, "The little calf has its own careful thoughts, it's really ......rare" After muttering to herself, Aunt Xiang commanded softly: "Call the ghost to come and see the old body." She seemed to be speaking to the air. But not long after, from outside the tent, a woman with a tattooed face walked in.

Aunt Xiang put down the comb, turned her head, and asked, "Devil, tell the old body word for word about the scene of Niu Tou seeing Yang Dezheng." The woman who was called a ghost said in a hoarse voice: "Niu Tou didn't need to see Yang Dezheng, he only saw Fan Long, and it was Fan Long who really talked to Yang Dezheng." Aunt Xiang frowned and said, "Tell me, what's going on." The ghost bowed down and stood in front of Aunt Xiang, and told Aunt Xiang the process of talking between Yang Dezheng and Fan Long word for word.

When Aunt Xiang heard Yang De's head in her head, a cold glint flashed in her eyes. "I really don't know whether to live or die, don't think that the old body doesn't dare to kill you. The four of you old ghosts have gone over and kept an eye on Yang Dezheng for the old body. As soon as he has something abnormal, kill him for the old body.

The old body wants him to know that in this world, strong martial arts does not mean that he can run rampant. The ghost nodded silently. After Aunt Xiang finished instructing the ghost, she squinted her eyes and said softly: "Compared with Yang Dezheng, the old body is now more concerned about the abnormality of the bull's head. According to Fan Long's temperament, he will definitely tell Niu Tou the content of his conversation with Yang Dezheng without concealment.

But why did the bull head hide this from the old body? Is it because he cares about the old master and is afraid that the old body will hurt people, so he deliberately concealed the matter? Or does he have other plans? The ghost whispered in a hoarse voice: "It should be something else...... Aunt Xiang raised her eyebrows and asked, "How can you see it?" The ghost said: "With the nature of the bull's head, if he cares about the old master, he will not hide this matter from you." Instead, they will tell you frankly and will intercede with you. will even move out of the princess to maintain Yang Yansi.

He is very afraid of your methods, so even if he defends Yang Dezheng, it is impossible for him to oppose you. Therefore, he must have had other plans, and he had great plans. Aunt Xiang nodded and said, "What you said is reasonable, then send someone to find out about this matter." The old body is very similar to see, what kind of plot is worth his risk of betraying the old body. The ghost nodded silently again. Aunt Xiang pondered for a moment, added, and said, "After finding out about this matter, I will steam him." Give it to all the wicked. Recently, the war has suffered frequent setbacks, and the people among the bad people are unstable and need to be deterred. ”

The ghost didn't speak, and quietly exited the tent. But Aunt Xiang's order, she kept it in mind. The ghost is different from other bad people, she and the other three ghosts were raised by Aunt Xiang since she was a child, and she was also trained by Aunt Xiang. They can be said to be the shadow of Aunt Xiang. Their loyalty and execution are incomparable to other bad people.

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Following. Early morning. Yang Dezheng, who was still asleep, was woken up by Ma Mian. Needless to say, it's the cavalry of the wild beggar tribe chasing after you. After Yang Dezheng got out of the tent, he immediately commanded the wounded soldiers to transfer. When Yang Dezheng led the wounded soldiers to follow the large army, he felt that the atmosphere in the team was a little weird.

The hundred bad people who were originally guarding him had been withdrawn, and all of them were escorted to the frame of Chu Xing and Aunt Xiang. Instead, there were four women with tattoos all over their faces. When Yang Dezheng saw these four women, he felt the danger. It's a danger of being targeted by a venomous snake. Obviously, the conditions he told Fan Long last night had reached Aunt Xiang's ears.

Aunt Xiang sent these four dangerous women over to give him a warning. Warn her that she has the ability to kill herself. In this regard, Yang Dezheng did not use any reaction. From the time he proposed the conditions to Fan Long last night, he didn't think about hiding it from Aunt Xiang. He just wanted to make Aunt Xiang feel the approach of danger and let her be shrouded in the curtain of danger.

Survival is a human instinct. When a life-saving straw is laid in front of you. Anyone who is in danger will try to catch it. Some paranoid Fan Long was reluctant to hurt Aunt Xiang. But that doesn't mean others won't.

All the people of the Fuxing Army, Niu Tou, the Feng family brothers, and even the bad people who followed Aunt Xiang's side. Everyone has the potential to deliver a fatal blow to Aunt Xiang. This is Yang Dezheng's fatal move against Aunt Xiang. The wounded soldiers of the party are good spreaders of rumors. After a new day of escape.

Almost all of us know one thing. That is to take down Aunt Xiang's head, and they will have hope of living. When the Baath Army got rid of the cavalry of the wild beggar tribe behind them. Immediately found a new place to set up camp. After a day of fighting, the revival army returned to the camp, and the eyes of Aunt Xiang and the bad people were different.

Escaped for several days in a row. The 60,000 Revival Army has shrunk by half. Now the number of the Baath Army is only 31,000. This also includes 10,000 soldiers of the Folded Family. Strictly speaking.

The 100,000-strong Revival Army, after a long campaign, had only 21,000 dead left. For many soldiers of the Renaissance Army, many of their companions, brothers, and fathers fell to their side one by one. Their spirits are on the verge of collapse in the double torment of exhaustion and the loss of their loved ones.

Now all it takes is a fuse to ignite them. Yang Dezheng's words are equivalent to throwing out a fuse. The Revival Army landed in a mountain forest tonight. At night, it was quiet in the mountains and forests. It was also quiet in the barracks.

The hustle and bustle of the past did not appear tonight. The whole camp feels very weird. There was a faint murderous aura. Yang Dezheng was unusually today, and specially chose a place on the hill to camp. The wounded soldiers didn't seem to listen to Yang Dezheng's braggadocio tonight, and after nightfall, they all got into the tent one by one.

Although the lights in their tent had been extinguished, Yang Dezheng could faintly hear the whispers in the tent. Yang Dezheng stood on the hill and looked at the camp under the hill. It was pitch black and silent. Murderous in all directions. "Tonight's spring breeze is exceptionally ......refreshing," Yang Dezheng smiled and looked at the two luxurious tents guarding thousands of tents in the middle, and smiled very happily. The horse face was behind Yang Dezheng and scratched his head blankly.

The four ghosts stared at Yang Dezheng, their eyes flickering. Yang Dezheng turned his head, looked at them, and said with a smile: "The scenery tonight is destined to be wonderful." You also see the danger, so you want to kill me. And then go down and help? ”

Hearing this, the four ghosts didn't react yet, and Ma Mian quickly blocked Yang Dezheng's body. The ghost of the four ghosts said coldly: "Everything is because of you, as long as you are killed, everything will be calmed." "Hahaha......" Yang Dezheng laughed loudly: "The general trend is the general trend, even if you really kill me, it won't change anything." Aunt Xiang will definitely die tonight, and she will die a miserable death. ”

The ghost squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Aunt Xiang has no last resort, and it will be fine." Don't think that if you provoke the three of you to do it, you can take Aunt Xiang. With the three of them, they are not Aunt Xiang's opponents. Yang Dezheng shook his head and said, "Is there a last resort? If it is really a last resort, the Southern Tang Dynasty will not lose the country. If it really counts as a last resort, Zhou Hou will not be humiliated and die. ”

Yang Dezheng pointed to the bottom of the mountain and said, "You guys take a good look, is it really only the three of Niu Tou who do it?" Ambushed on all sides, embattled on all sides. In the camp at the foot of the mountain, everyone wants to get the head of Aunt Xiang's old woman and give it to me in exchange for a glimmer of life. The ghost's pupils shrank, and he shouted bitterly. Kill him. She had already deduced from Yang Dezheng's words.

Yang Dezheng didn't plan to let someone kill Aunt Xiang from beginning to end, he encouraged everyone to do something to Aunt Xiang. Under ambush on all sides. Aunt Xiang will definitely die. For now, the only way to do this is to destroy Yang Dezheng, and then take Aunt Xiang and Princess Xing to escape quickly before the battle under the mountain starts. At this point, it would be a joke to say anything about controlling this army.

Because Dezheng has already controlled the hearts and minds of this army. In the face of the attack and killing of the four powerful ghosts, Yang Dezheng was not afraid at all, he didn't even have the intention of making a move. Ma Mian stood in front of Yang Dezheng with a nervous face. Just when the dagger in the hands of the four ghosts was about to kill in front of Yang Dezheng.

Suddenly, the sound of bowstrings vibrating from the tent behind them. Arrows came out of the tent. With a deliberate calculation or not, no matter how high the martial arts of the four ghosts were, two people were shot dead on the spot. The party members in the tent are also really ruthless. Dozens of arrows were shot out at once. A few arrows even flew past Yang Dezheng's side.

"Kill!" After a round of arrows is fired. The party members in the tent, armed with long knives, came out of the tent. pounced on the other two who were left. The ghost and the other ghost are also decisive enough. After discovering that the wounded soldiers were attacked, they decisively gave up the goal of Yang Dezheng and began to sweep out the wounded soldiers together. "Whoosh~" The two ghosts are like two butterflies wearing flowers flying among the wounded soldiers.

All the wounded soldiers who were wounded by their daggers, without exception, fell to the ground. "He's poisoned...... No wonder when they are targeted, there is always a feeling of being targeted by poisonous snakes......" Yang Dezheng sighed and shook his head secretly. The two of them killed people very quickly, and in a few breaths, more than a dozen wounded soldiers fell to the ground. It's not that they are so good at martial arts.

The main thing is that the poison on their daggers is poisonous enough. "If you kill me like this again, I can't explain to Fan Long." Yang Dezheng didn't plan to make a move, but the casualties of the wounded soldiers were too great, so he had to take action. He remembered that a few of the wounded soldiers had a good relationship with Fan Long. Since he wants to recover Fan Long, he can't leave a pimple in Fan Long's heart.

He snatched a large gun from a wounded man. Yang Dezheng picked up the big gun. "Go your ......" "Whoosh~" "Puff~" The big gun flew out and pierced the chest of the ghost. The ghost's eyes widened, and he glanced at the big gun in his chest in disbelief. "Again." Another large gun was thrown. Another ghost also died under Yang Dezheng's gun. I have to say that Yang Dezheng's archery skills are average, but his throwing skills are first-class.

It's almost an exaggeration to describe it as a hundred shots. After getting rid of the four ghosts, Yang Dezheng handed over the heavy responsibility of cleaning up the battlefield to the wounded soldiers, and he himself set his sights on the bottom of the mountain. Because by the moonlight, he saw three groups of people and horses, who were quickly approaching the tent in the middle. Niu Tou, Feng Lin, and Feng Hui each led a team of 1,000 soldiers and horses, all of whom were cronies they had cultivated in the past two years. Three thousand men and horses gathered in front of Aunt Xiang's tent and quickly surrounded the tent.

"Exhale~Breathe~" The night is surprisingly quiet. They could hear each other's breathing. The three bullheads glanced at each other and nodded to each other. Feng Lin held the knife and roared, "Do it." "Three people, each leading the men and horses, rushed into the tent." No one?! "When they entered the tent, the three men found that the tent was empty." Bull head, you stay, and lead people to carefully search the tent. Feng Lin left the bull's head, took Feng Hui out of the tent, and then rushed into the tent next to him that had just woken up.

The waking tent was also empty. "People ran away?" Feng Lin asked Feng Hui with a frown. Feng Hui shook his head and said in a low voice, "I don't know." Feng Lin narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Scatter the people, search carefully, and once you find someone, do it immediately." "Three thousand men and horses, look carefully in front of the tent.

At this very moment. Yang Min was covered in blood and stumbled over. As she sprinted, she shouted loudly: "I've been tricked, Aunt Xiang has discovered our conspiracy, and she is bringing bad people to kill her." Feng Lin quickly ran over and helped Yang Min up.

Yang Min was obviously seriously injured, her face was a little pale, and she asked with no master, "What now?" Feng Lin asked his subordinates to help Yang Min up, and he said in a deep voice to Feng Hui and Niu Tou, who hurried over: "Now, we have no way out. Now that she's discovered our conspiracy, she can't be left behind. ”

After Feng Lin said this, Feng Hui nodded firmly. The bull head hesitated, but nodded in response. The three of them touched the place where Yang Min belonged. Before he could get far from the tent, he saw Aunt Xiang wearing armor and holding a sword, majestically leading a group of bad people to kill her.

Aunt Xiang changed her previous daughter's outfit and put on a fish-scale armor, which shone with a layer of gold and iron in the moonlight. Seeing the four of them, Aunt Xiang stopped, she held her sword and glanced at the four of them with a smile. "Good! A group of immature little wolf cubs, if you hadn't been taken in by the old man back then, you wouldn't be bullshit. Now that the wings have grown stiff, I dare to go against the old body"

Aunt Xiang's voice rose a few degrees, and she said coldly, "It's just looking for death." The four of Feng Lin, with their subordinates, stared at Aunt Xiang vigilantly. Now, Feng Lin doesn't have to grovel in front of Aunt Xiang, he stands straight, and the tip of the long knife in his hand is pointed directly at Aunt Xiang. "Old thing, don't talk about how much you have been wronged. You took us in because you thought we were useful. So leave us, nurture us, and be the knife in your hand.

Everything you do is for your own desires. In your eyes, we are just tools. You took us in as easily as if you went to the blacksmith to fight a sword. Aunt Xiang stood upside down and said coldly: "Those who betray the Lord also dare to make a big statement." Aunt Xiang turned her head and asked the bad people behind her, and said, "Tell me how to deal with those who betray the Lord." ”

The bad people all snorted coldly. "Kill." Loyal bad people, this killing intent is monstrous, and even with a bit of murderous aura in his voice. Aunt Xiang nodded with satisfaction, then stared at Feng Lin and the four of them proudly, and said, "Dog, kill you, and the old body will kill Yang Dezheng again." The old man wants you to know who is in charge of the revival army. Feng Lin clenched the long knife and sneered, "It's useless to talk too much. ”

"Kill!" Order. Feng Lin led three thousand men and horses to pounce on Aunt Xiang. Aunt Xiang sneered and roared, "Chickens and dogs don't stay." The bad guys behind her swarmed up. The two sides quickly got tangled together.

Yang Min has been carried away because he was seriously injured. Only Niu Tou, Feng Lin, and Feng Hui led the troops. The martial arts of the three people are all strong. After bumping into the bad guys, they began to fight hard. Aunt Xiang, escorted by more than a dozen bad people, stood outside the battle circle and watched coldly.

In the battle circle. Although Feng Lin and the three of them have caused a lot of harm to the bad people. However, their soldiers and horses are no match for bad people. Although not all of the bad people are masters, everyone is carefully selected by Aunt Xiang. They are very skilled.

Kill a full stick of incense for a long time. The soldiers and horses brought by Feng Lin and the others injured nearly 1,000 people. And the bad people under Aunt Xiang's command have just over fifty people injured. Feng Lin looked at it with a calm expression. It's not going to go on like this. If they continue to consume like this according to the proportion of battle losses, they will definitely lose. "Boom~" repelled a bad person.

Feng Lin quickly found Niu Tou and Feng Hui, and the three of them were back to back, fighting while listening to Feng Lin. "Brothers, it's not the way to go on like this. Our soldiers and horses, one-on-one, are not the opponents of bad people. Their advantage is high martial arts, and our advantage is that there are many people. We have to find a way to play to our strengths. "Formation." The bull head hurriedly spat out two words. Feng Lin and Feng Hui glanced at each other and nodded.

Feng Hui hurriedly said: "Yang Dezheng once said that no matter how strong a person is, he is never the opponent of the army. It is not because there are many people in the army, but because the army can cooperate with the military formation, and the attack and defense are integrated. Even if a dozen soldiers who are not skilled in martial arts form a military formation, they can cause damage to people who are strong in martial arts, and even kill each other. ”

After all, what happens next, let's see how it will be broken down next time.