Dingbei City is just a little vigorous, and there are unknown troops passing by, think about it, according to the characteristics of the Great Jin, Daqin, and Daliang Xingwu wild goose plucking, take away half of the harvest, and there is no crime in the autumn.

Whoever comes, they are all like birds, Ling Muyun said as such.

"Zhang San, gather security, let's go take a look!"

Ling Muyun has a cultivated attitude, his steps are faster, and he climbs the North Gate Tower first.

From a distance, a group of soldiers lazily approached Dingbei City.

It's just that the appearance of losing his armor and armor looks like he lost the battle.

"Close the door!"

"Childe has an order, close the gate!"

The city of Dingbei was hit by near extinction, but the city gate and city walls remained intact.

Every time he thought of this, Ling Muyun wanted to thank the Lower Overseer and the Captain of the Thousand People in person, and slapped them two more by the way.

After half a year of recuperation, Dingbei City has set up a hundred people security, hearing the old seven shouted, the two sturdy rotating gears guarding the door, accompanied by a loud noise, the gate closed.

For about half an hour, the army slowly assembled a mile away from the city, and the military flag was broken, but the word "west" was clearly visible.

"It's really a narrow road, the king of the northwest has lost the battle and fled back with his tail between his legs?" Ling Muyun gloated a little.

The moment he withdrew from Sheqilan halfway and took away most of the Qiang tribe, the "Qingjun side" of the Northwest King was only left with the word failure.

There is no other reason, and an isolated rebellion is tantamount to taking a chestnut out of the fire.

"What else are they coming to do? Isn't it enough that Dingbei City has been plagued? ”

"Childe, let's fight with them!" Zhang San and Li Si never separated, but after the king of the northwest, only Zhang San remained.

"Boom!" Zhang San was shocked.

"I said Zhang San, did your brain get kicked by a donkey!" After Ling Muyun said this, he felt that it was inappropriate, didn't he just give him a burst?

"Boom!" Ling Muyun, who was angry, knocked on Zhang San's head again.

"Childe, I didn't speak this time!" Zhang San rubbed his head aggrievedly, but thinking that Gongzi said that he was a donkey, the bag on his head seemed to be suddenly much smaller.

"I want to knock!" Ling Muyun showed a hint of prank and pride: "Use your brain, although the city is a defeated army, although it is down, but it is also a battle-hardened army, just your people, it is not enough for a small team to cut down." ”

Ling Muyun stared at Zhang San with straight eyes, and said with a wicked smile: "Or, you go down and call a board, and I will cheer you on, Childe?" ”

Zhang San stretched his neck to look out of the city, and there were not a few of them, so he quickly shrank his head.

"Childe said and laughed, my catty two, saying that moths to the fire are all lifting me!"

"Out of breath."

On the city tower, Ling Muyun was still joking about Zhang San, and the soldiers under the city came out alone, riding a black jujube red horse, holding a banner with the word "West", and quickly rushed towards the city gate.

Before the raised yellow sand settled, he shouted loudly to the castle tower:

"Dingbei City, open the city gate quickly! Otherwise, after a stick of incense, the city will be broken, and you will be killed! ”

Shout three times in a row.

"Zhang San, do you know what is the luckiest thing today?" Ling Muyun asked pretending to be profound.

"The gates are closed!" Zhang San blurted out.

"Shhh Don't talk about messing with me in the future, you can't afford to lose that person! It's the day the food is distributed, and everyone is in the city. After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he grinned: "In other words, I have no worries." ”

"Childe wants it?"

Before Zhang San's words were finished, Ling Muyun had already jumped and flew down from the city tower.

As it approached the ground, a palm thunderbolt sank into the sand.

"Boom!" With the sound of thunder, Ling Muyun turned his body and landed right next to the deep pit.

"If it weren't for the clogs and shorts, this leap would have been amazing!" Ling Muyun was a little regretful, why didn't he change his clothes and come over again.

The worst is that you should bring the pu fan, so that you can have a high-ranking image.

"Childe! Son! ”

On the tower of the city, Zhang San held a Pu knife in his hand and shouted and cheered hard.

This shout was unbearable, and the people who followed the city tower began to shout one after another.

In Zhang San's eyes, jumping off such a high city wall, and then skillfully using the thunder method as a buffer, it was this wave of operations that was enough to blind the eyes of the army.

"When I don't say it, Zhang San still understands me." Ling Muyun pretended to wave his hand in a dashing manner to stop the city tower shouting: "I don't know who is coming and what is going on!" ”

I have seen the long-haired and fierce sword-wielding, and I have seen the person who only promised to submit the surrender letter, but he still looked poor and sour in his pants, so that the flag officer didn't know how to deal with it for a while, and stood on the spot.

"What does the master ask you to do?" Ling Muyun was full of black lines: "You guy, you don't understand the style too much!" ”

"Oh! By the order of the king of the northwest, you will open the city gates! The flag officer raised the flag above his head and said in a commanding tone.

Since ancient times, the two countries have fought each other.

But the flag official mentioned the king of the northwest, which made Ling Muyun angry for no reason.

Thunder and lightning appeared all over his body, and with a stabbing sound, the flag officer felt a strong sense of suffocation.

When I came back to my senses, I found that at some point, I had been pulled off the horse, and a big hand was pinching my neck, and I couldn't even breathe.

As Ling Muyun's hand increased, the flag officer's bounced legs slowly drooped.

Ling Muyun threw the flag officer out of the way, picked up the "West" flag, tore it in half, and then, without grace, took off his shorts, and a waterline poured on the flag.

Everything that happened here was really unexpected by the King of the Northwest.

The king of the Northwest was fat, like a pile of carrion, piled on a carriage pulled by four horses, and the axles of the press creaked.

But the momentum in his hands is not small.

"Bang!" Breaking the wheels, he gasped and asked, "Who went to take his head?" ”

"The last will go!"

One person came out of the array,Tu Haojie, the fourth middle general。

Sixteen years ago, Hu'er Mountain fought with Rouran Forward,Tu Haojie with a spear,Kill 600 enemies。

The corpses are piled up into a mountain, like Jingguan, and are called "the butchers of Hu'er Mountain" by the various departments of Rouran.

Even if so much time has passed,The head on Tu Haojie's spear,It can still deter the Rouran departments。

With the permission of the king of the northwest, the fourth Zhonglang general dragged the spear and walked towards Ling Muyun step by step: "The person who committed the crime, kill!" ”

"Wait!" Ling Muyun stopped Tu Haojie and said, "Guilty of? Where did it come from? Are you not the ones who rebel? ”

"Humph!" Tu Haojie's cold gaze was like staring at a corpse, throwing out a spear flower and stabbing towards Ling Muyun.

In the eyes of outsiders, a straight stab, a little bit of a cultivator is not very in the eyes of the practitioners.

No matter how deep or shallow he is, compared to ordinary people, he has more means to fight the enemy.

Although Ling Muyun's Wang Baquan once beat Ling Muzhong, how could the body that was hollowed out by wine count?

The fourth lieutenant general Tu Haojie, the first battle of Dunhuang County, was based on this direct stab, and the deputy captain of the Western Regions was pierced through the heart.

If it weren't for the arrival of the Hengshan Lu family, maybe the current king of the northwest would have been sitting in Dunhuang watching the sunset.

In Ling Muyun's ears, this has been tingling, but it is a different taste.

The momentum is heavy, but it does not lose its dexterity, without the slightest true Qi, pure martial arts power.

With the shaking of the gun, there was a slight dragon roar on the head of the gun.

Ling Muyun clasped his hands, and the true qi flowed, and the slightest thunder and lightning condensed in it, and suddenly launched it when the gun head arrived.

"Boom!"

Ling Muyun took three steps back, his arms were slightly numb, although he was able to block this shot that threatened the momentum of heaven and earth, he was a little more jealous in his heart.

In fact, for Gao Wu on the battlefield, it is nothing more than to use black hands, shoot dark arrows, or drag people to death with human heads, obviously, Dingbei City at this time obviously does not have these conditions.

Luoyang City is high, and the fourth Zhonglang will still be able to jump up with strength, and the last Dingbei City is not as good as the flat ground?

High-martial confrontation is the correct way to open the battlefield.