"Poria Prison Country, too young, right?" After Chunyun and Lai Yueqi left, the ghost mother frowned at Xiao Shizhu and asked.

This is a signal, a signal that Xiao Shizhu insists on making Xiao Poria the crown prince. The ghost mother could see that her husband wanted to use this to let Xiao Fuling establish prestige among the ministers.

But she was still a little worried, worried that her daughter would not have the courage and strength to do a good job in supervising the country.

The overcast sun was gradually setting in the east, and the Juexiang Garden did not look dark because of this. The leaves of the Maze Valley Tree, which resemble trees but have black veins, are planted among the flowers, and the trees are shining with silver.

It echoes with the centipede beads and night pearls that are inlaid in the pillars of the building and arranged with a picture of the stars.

"There's nothing wrong with letting him go through the experience. Xiao Shizhu folded the ears of the big flower with his head on his knees, and slowly straightened them, repeating this action over and over again, playing happily.

And Dahua didn't show discomfort or dissatisfaction, but squinted her eyes comfortably, enjoying it.

The ghost mother secretly thought in her heart, and she also felt that this was reasonable, so she hummed and bowed slightly.

Xiao Shizhu said that this decision was just a whim, in fact, he had long wanted to give his daughter more opportunities to practice; The underworld is a chaotic world, and there are many unexpected situations. He loves his daughter, so he has to keep honing Xiao Fuling. Blindly pampering and pampering will only make Xiao Fuling incapable of gaining a foothold in this troubled world.

"She watched you review the notebook every day, and she also learned some means and skills in governing the country, the army, and the people; moreover, she also learned theory in the school palace, and she just needed an opportunity to practice, otherwise she would be more important than practice in the future, and she would not become a waste. Xiao Shizhu paused, and said slowly with confidence in his eyes: "This opportunity is rare, your daughter will definitely agree." ”。

Before the words came out, Xiao Fuling's still slightly immature child's voice came from outside the door: "Mother, I'm back." ”。

It's really said that Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Before the voice landed, I saw Xiao Lingling running to the Juexiang Garden, rushing to the front of the ghost mother to take off the book-containing burden on her back, throwing it on the chair, picking up a piece of watermelon on the table and eating it.

Dahua immediately broke free of Xiao Shizhu's hand, and after the dog barked, he trotted to Poria and sat down, wagging his tail and rubbing the big dog's head against the little master.

After nibbling on two mouthfuls of watermelon, Xiao Poria turned her head to look at Xiao Shizhu, and asked with a smile: "Father, you didn't go to Tianyang Palace to work today? ”。 As he spoke, he reached out and touched the head of the big flower's dog, so that the big flower wagged its tail faster.

"There are not many things to do today, so I didn't go, there is no war in the south, there is no war in the north, it is rare to be peaceful. Xiao Shizhu smiled.

After a pause, Xiao Shizhu was about to ask his daughter if she was willing to supervise the country, but before the words could be spoken, Xiao Fuling put down the watermelon, walked quickly to Xiao Shizhu's side, put his arm around the other party's neck and said, "Thank you for the gift from my father." Yubi kissed Xiao Shizhu on the cheek.

"Don't touch me with your mouthful of watermelon juice. Xiao Shizhu quickly raised his hand in complaint, and after wiping his cheeks with his sleeve, there was a faint happiness in his eyes.

"Poria, my mother asked you something. The ghost mother then beckoned to Xiao Fuling, and when the other party walked to her side and stood still, she took out a handkerchief and wiped the juice on Xiao Fuling's fingertips, and asked softly: "If your father asks you to supervise the country, can you do this well?"

"Prison Country?" Xiao Lingling's eyes widened, and after being slightly stunned, she turned her head to stare at the ghost mother, her eyes filled with a little suspicion.

"Yes. The ghost mother smiled a little, and then said with interest: "How about if my mother and your father go out, and leave the government to you to take care of?"

She also wants to see if her daughter has the talent and guts.

"I will choose the best auxiliary ministers for you to assist you, and I will not let you take the lead alone. Seeing that Xiao Fuling was silent, and there was still some hesitation between her eyebrows, Xiao Shizhu said: "You just have to let it go." ”。

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Fuling was suddenly full of confidence, and the hesitation that was lingering in her heart disappeared, and her slightly frowning brows suddenly expanded. I saw that after she turned her head a little bit, she said ecstatically: "Okay, okay, my daughter must have taken this country prisoner well; I happened to learn a lot of strategies in the school palace, and the doctors in the school palace also said that we should learn and apply the knowledge we have learned, and I am worried that we will not have this opportunity." ”。

The ghost mother and Xiao Shizhu listened, and smiled at each other.

"When will it start?" Xiao Fuling asked excitedly again.

"After a while. Xiao Shizhu lay down on the rocking chair again, closed his eyes slightly and said leisurely......

The blood-red sunset splashed on the lifeless beach, flushing red.

There was a strong smell of blood on the ground of Nawangou, which permeated the shouts of killing and screams.

The Xing Tianjun on the hillside aimed their bows and arrows at the black* soldiers wandering in the mountains, and shot angrily. The rain of arrows roared and fell rapidly, completely suppressing these black* soldiers behind the boulders in the mountains, and taking the lives of hundreds of black* soldiers.

The black* soldiers, who were attacking from the back and were not equipped with bows and arrows, could only complain bitterly under the rain of arrows like a storm.

They wanted to turn around and descend the mountain, but as soon as they emerged from behind the boulder, they were bound to be shot into hedgehogs by the long arrows that shot out of the hands of Xing Tianjun.

A few lucky black * soldiers' riders rushed out from behind the stones, but they were not injured by the bow and arrows, but the Fenglinzhou Black Tiger under the seat immediately died tragically under the angry arrows.

As soon as the mount fell, before the rider could react, he tumbled and fell uphill with the black tiger. Many of them were already crushed when they landed.

Only a very small number of people end up with sharp stones scraped by sharp stones after tumbling between the stones on the uphill slope.

But before he rolled down the hillside, before he could *, he was surrounded by the infantry of the Xing Tianjun under the mountain, carrying a giant axe full of cold light.

On the battlefield under the hillside, the two seas of soldiers of the chasing soldiers and Xing Tianjun were twisted and intertwined and indistinguishable from each other, and the blades flashing with cold light couldn't wait to tear apart the lives one by one. Blood mist could be seen flying everywhere in the heavens and the earth, and heart-rending wails flowed everywhere in this wasteland.

This tragic battle was just a task for the pursuers, but for Xing Tianjun, who had murderous eyes, it was a test of life and death.

Can't be soft, absolutely can't be soft!

This voice echoed in every Xing Tianjun's mind.

Xia Geng went on a rampage, killing the pursuers screaming incessantly, and Xingtian, whose eyes were cold, became more and more courageous, and the axe in his hand swirled and danced with him, bringing up a dazzling cold light as fast as lightning, and a blood mist that shot into the sky.

Under the leadership of the two, Xing Tianjun was still not soft on the pursuers. With a fierce charge, the sharp axes and axes in their hands swept towards the pursuers, cutting off the opponent's waist one after another, and the stomach flowed.

Both sides are at the end of the crossbow, but Xing Tianjun's desire to survive makes them even more fierce and vicious, so that they are like bamboos.

And the chasers sent by Qixing are not weak, but their pursuit is not willing, and the one who can survive on the battlefield is always the one who dares to be ruthless. In the face of the fierce Xing Tianjun, the pursuers had resisted, but they were still horrified after being defeated, and they were even more defeated by Xing Tianjun.

"Rebels, there is no forgiveness for killing!" After killing several pursuers one after another, Xingtian, who was holding his axe tightly, looked up to the sky and roared: "There is no forgiveness for the rebels!"

The earth trembled, and the dust and gravel on the ground trembled!

His earth-shattering roar echoed through the heavens and the earth, making all the pursuers on the battlefield tremble even more when they heard this.

is already a morale-discouraged head ghost chaser, and many of them suddenly show a little timidity on their faces. After being stunned, they threw down their weapons and fled the way they came.

And Xing Tianjun's morale was even more boosted, cheering and roaring towards their former compatriots, and the enemy at this time rushed away. The axe in his hand slashed left and right, and the momentum was as sharp as a broken bamboo, and everywhere he went, flesh and blood would fly, screaming everywhere.

In less than half an hour, the pursuers sent by Qixing were killed by them, and the survivors scattered in panic.

After another period of pursuit, Xing Tianjun gradually stopped killing, picked up the rations and water bags left by the dead pursuers on the ground, and returned to the hill where they had rested before.

At this moment, there were only a few black* soldiers left who rushed up the hillside, and under the combined attack of the archers above and the infantry below, the whole army was wiped out with just a hot cup of tea.

The successful and beautiful ambush made Xing Tianjun forget about hunger and exhaustion. Looking at the chaotic battlefield, the chasing blades and water bags left behind, they only had a trace of excitement in their hearts, and the excitement they felt after surviving.

Gale ghosts howled like wolves, and the overcast sun was setting in the east, staining the sky and clouds with blood.

Looking at the corpses of the black tiger strewn across the mountains, Xing Tian only thought about it for a while, and then ordered Xia Geng, who was covered in blood beside him, in a deep voice: "Let the sergeants cut the black tiger into strips of meat and carry it, we have to get out of this wasteland by eating the flesh and blood of the beast soul alive." ”。

Xia Geng nodded, turned around and explained a few words to his subordinates.

Xing Tian was right, the tired, sleepy and hungry Xing Tianjun only relied on the water and rations they snatched from the dead pursuers, and it was a fool's dream to get out of this wasteland where birds don't lay eggs and rabbits don't.

If you want to live, you don't care if you eat raw meat or cooked meat, as long as you have something to eat, no matter how hard it is to swallow, you have to chew it up and swallow it with nausea.

This is survival;

Fortunately, Xing Tianjun is not hypocritical, and the long-term war has made them no longer care about what to eat and drink. I saw that after a few soldiers received the order, they scattered and passed the order, and after the Xing Tianjun who was cleaning the battlefield immediately divided some soldiers to go to the mountains, and together with the archers, they did not hesitate to unload the black tigers on the mountain.

While slaughtering the black tiger, he stuffed some bloody beast soul meat into his mouth, chewed it hastily a few times, and swallowed it.

"King, when are we going to march west?" Xia Geng asked, opening the grain bag in his hand, reaching into the grain bag, tearing off a palm-sized pancake and handing it to Xingtian.

Xing Tian took the pancake, raised his eyes to look at the western sky, and silently chewed the rare pancake in small sips and thought.

After a long time, he slowly turned his head and looked south.

The southern sky was orange as the sun set, and the clouds in the sky became soft and charming. If it weren't for the fact that Fang had just experienced a life-and-death battle, the scenery in front of him would definitely make Xingtian feel very comfortable.

In the flash of light, the thought of fleeing south suddenly flashed in Xingtian's mind.

His eyes, which looked into the southern sky, suddenly deepened.