Gong Chuan took the lead, raised his hand and slashed a Tang soldier who rushed up, but at this moment, a fierce wind suddenly sounded in his ears, he turned around suddenly, blocked with a knife, and the two broadswords slammed into each other in the air, and the sonorous sound was deafening.

The two of them each took a step back, exchanged a murderous look with each other, and then stepped forward at the same time, slashing again.

The cultivation of Gong Yicha and this Tang Jun is very strong, and the sword wind wielded is like a frost knife, which makes the cheeks of the two of them hurt, but at this moment it is a battle of life and death, and it is impossible for these two iron-clad men to retreat.

Gong Chuan Cha slashed out seventeen knives in a row, and the power of one knife was stronger than one knife, but Tang Jun on the opposite side resisted with a knife, and he shouted loudly with qi and blood penetrating his arms, and with a homeopathic turn, he slashed at Gong Chuan Cha's neck!

This knife did not cut the neck of the public inspector, because when the long knife came to the neck of the public inspector, the public inspector made a gesture, and put the tiger in his hand against his shoulder and neck, as if a lazy farmer was carrying a pick.

It's just that such an ugly posture is enough to resist the long knife that was chopped, the two knives collided, and the sparks splashed everywhere, and Gong Yicha also shouted loudly and raised his hands, put aside the edge of the long knife, and raised it to the top of the Tang Army's head!

He had already exhausted half of his body's strength, and with such a knife to open the mountain and crack the stone, even if he was a little grandmaster cultivator, his body was still made of flesh and blood, and in front of such a knife, he was afraid that he would have to be split in half.

It's just that before Gong Yicha slashed out this knife, he felt a sudden pain in his lower abdomen, and he suddenly lost half of his strength when he was hit by the Tang Army's kick, and this amazing knife became anticlimactic.

However, before that Tang Jun could be happy for a moment, he felt a sharp pain in his right leg, and his blood-stained face suddenly turned pale, he never thought that at this moment, a sword appeared out of thin air, almost stabbing him in the chest!

And even though he had tried his best to avoid the sword, it still poked into his thigh.

Gong Yingcha's calloused hand was like a heavy hammer, hitting the little Tang Army Grandmaster on the cheek fiercely, hitting him all over the place, beating him so hard that a bloody flower shot out of the air.

Then Gong Chengcha took another step forward, stepped on Tang Jun's long knife with one foot, pulled out the slashing tiger inserted in his leg, and struck it up!

Blood flowers rose into the sky, and he looked at Qin Ke, who was panting violently in front of him, and did not say a word of thanks, but rushed into the Shura field next to him like a fierce tiger.

Qin Ke held the Bodhisattva sword, clinging closely to Gong Yicha's side, protecting his flanks, there are many good hands in this wave of Tang army, but there are not many masters like just now, so when he takes out the sword, the other party often does not dare to take it hard, and retreats one after another.

But he also wouldn't retreat, took a deep breath, and took a straight step forward, and the Bodhisattva Sword gradually approached that figure!

Seven into the sword, and the wind!

With a flash of sword light, the Bodhisattva Sword in Qin Ke's hand pierced into the chest of that Tang Jun, and then jerked back, his figure floated back, and a gorgeous blood flower splattered out, giving birth to several bewitching brilliance in the sun.

Now, Qin Ke finally understood why Mulan said when he taught him the Seven Advance Sword: "Only when you really set foot on the battlefield can you understand the true meaning of the Seven Advance Sword." ”

It turns out that the true meaning of the Seven Advance Swords does not lie in advancing or retreating at all, let alone how decisive it is, in such a fierce battlefield, every sword he stabs out is actually caused by will.

But, to do it is to kill!

On the battlefield, if you don't kill, you will be killed.

So I don't think much about it at all, and I don't need to think about it, living is a human instinct, and it is also the original origin of killing.

A conquest is like a fire burning the plain, which is terrifying.

Seeing that the Tang army collected its troops and retreated again, Gong Yicha finally breathed a sigh of relief, at least today's Tang army will not attack the city for the third time, after all, they came with the power of a big victory, but they didn't want to touch the iron nail of Jinzhou, and they couldn't attack the city twice, and their morale should be a little sluggish at this time.

The so-called one drum, then decline, three and exhaustion, the Tang army has reached the time of exhaustion in three.

It's just that seeing his own heavy losses, he can't help but worry in his heart - although Wang Xuanwei said that the ferocity of the Tang army is only temporary, as long as it survives the front, the back will not be too terrible, but Xiang Chu has always used his troops casually, who knows that he will not directly storm Jinzhou and forcibly break the city in a fit of anger?

After all, with an army of 100,000, it is only a matter of determination and time to break a Jinzhou city.

"The defenders of the East Gate lost nearly 1,000 people this time, and if we continue to fight like this, we are afraid that we will not be able to hold out for long......" At night, the public was not sleepy, his voice was loud in the camp, and everyone looked at the Jinzhou sand table piled up in the center, and they were also frowning and silent.

Wang Xuanwei was concerned about another matter: "How many days will it take to get to Jicheng from here?"

"I'm afraid it will take some days. Gong Yinxue said softly, "Although the carrier pigeon is very fast, but after all, it can't last long, so the carrier pigeon in Jinzhou has always been trained to send letters back and forth with Yangcheng, and from then on, from Yangcheng to Jicheng at an expedited speed......

"At least seven days. Wang Xuanwei couldn't be clearer about the speed of horsepower transmission, in the territory of the Mo family, there should have been 2,000 post stations in the country, but unfortunately after the fall of the previous dynasty, it was gradually abandoned and did not return to its original prosperity.

Ten years ago, he had advised Juzi to reorganize the country's large and small post stations, send more manpower, and clear the roads, so now most of them have been restored, which is in exchange for the swift communication of messages during the war.

But Jinzhou is still far away from Jicheng after all, even if there are carrier pigeons that can pass through the army of the Tang Kingdom, but if the news wants to be delivered to Jicheng, it is impossible to only be in the morning and evening.

Calculate the time, at this time, the news of Zhao Kuan's defeat should also be transmitted to the court, and now I am afraid that it has become a lot of trouble, Sun Boling is alone in Jicheng to support the overall situation, I only hope that he can hold the scene in the excitement of the crowd......

The various factions in the court are good at putting up a shelf and pretending to be high-ranking on weekdays, but it is simply wishful thinking to let them talk about tactical military formations and other things in detail. He saw an old Confucian who made him the most unbelievable, and he actually wrote that the Mo family should "burn soldiers' armor, scatter property, and educate all the people in exchange for the benevolent deeds of the ancient saint kings."

Fortunately, the giant is not a mediocre person, and without saying a word, he ordered someone to push the old Confucian out of the courtyard and serve him, beating him to death, and finally stopped these words of disaster that raged on the court.

The Mo family is now weakening, and the root cause is the chaos of the court.

"The army on the surface of Canghai is only a suspicious army, and to this day, no one has heard anything about Cao Meng and his tiger and leopard cavalry. Wang Xuan said softly: "In this way, Tang Jun still needs time, enough time, to constantly attract our attention." ”

The existence of this army is like a hanging steel knife, you know that it will fall, but you don't know when and in what posture it will fall, which is really unsettling.

Wang Xuanwei stretched out his hand and stroked it twice on the sand table, and said, "Ten days." ”

Gong Yinxue and Gong Yin Xue looked at him at the same time.

Wang Xuan raised his head slightly and said softly: "I need ten days, waiting for someone, waiting for that person's answer." ”

Without waiting for anyone to ask, he asked, "How is the grain stored in the city?"

Gong Yinxue replied: "It is enough to support more than two months." ”

"Where's the water source?"

"When the uncle was still there, he had already arranged for people to dig hundreds of wells in the city, and there were even water veins in the mountains behind the public loser from the ground to Jinzhou City, extending in all directions, so there would be no shortage of water. Yin Xue replied again.

"Good. Wang Xuanwei said firmly: "Tomorrow, the Tang army will not attack again, they will turn to besiege the city, so the general does not have to worry about it for the time being." ”

At this time, the curtain of the big tent was suddenly opened, and it was Qin Ke who was carefully holding the crockpot who walked in, he walked steadily with every step, and said as he walked: "Yinxue, Fluttershy said that you haven't drunk the medicine for the night, let me send it to ......"

The moment Qin Ke raised his head, the air in the entire big tent seemed to be stagnant.