The moonlit night was quiet, only the black and white figures were constantly entangled, and the crisp sound of weapons crashing came out, and soon disappeared into the night, and before they knew it, everyone was watching this battle.

That man's heart is bitter, he is now like a clown who has stripped off his pants and is being watched by others, but unfortunately, his face cannot be earned, and his heart is extremely depressed.

Fighting up with all his strength, he forced Kai Mingyue with a sword, jumped out of the encirclement, raised his sword with both hands and said, "Don't fight, I surrender." ”

Mingyue was very annoyed, when she was about to comprehend, why did this guy drop the chain, the dignity of being a master, the principle of being an assassin, what a waste material.

With the surrender of the last Assassin, the absurd assassination came to an end. Unexpectedly, it was the killer who surrendered, but it was actually Yang Hualin, a famous Jiangyang thief in the rivers and lakes, and he also had an identity, that is, the second village master of Jianshanzhai.

This bandit organization, which specializes in robbing homes and houses, killing people and stealing goods, is located in Jianshanzi on the border of the Three Kingdoms, where the terrain is rugged and precipitous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is located on the border of the Three Kingdoms, and the geographical sensitivity is very high, and no one in the court of the Three Kingdoms really dares to send a large army to encircle and suppress, so it gives them a breeding ground for impunity.

As long as someone can afford to pay for it, they dare to take on any work, and they don't know how many orders they have done, and how much innocent blood they have stained on their hands.

Jiang Yang thief, bandit leader, killer, no matter which one, he is a terrifying existence for many people, but now, he has become a prisoner, and sure enough, sooner or later, he will have to pay it back.

Yang Hualin was directly put on death row, with heavy chains on his feet, but he didn't feel anything, and even had an expressionless and indifferent attitude. There seems to be something to rely on.

In the General's Mansion, Mo Canyang sat in front of the handsome case, and was holding up wine to thank Han Chengfeng and Qingyu and his party, and Mo Di led the four young generals of the General's Mansion to accompany him.

Qingyu didn't drink, and after a few words of greeting, he went back to the room with Mingyue to rest. Mo Di looked at the back of Mingyue leaving, and seemed to sigh slightly, and unconsciously remembered the poem: "Obviously like the moon, when can you do it!" A bowl of wine was finished.

In another courtyard, there was a small attic, and at this time there were two young men drinking from the moon with a wine jar. One person in a green shirt, one person in a brocade shirt.

"My brother seems to like the bright moon!" Mo Lingkong sighed after taking a sip.

"Sister Mingyue will become your sister-in-law?" Song Wenxi couldn't help but laugh.

"His Royal Highness, I'm very distressed, do you know!"

"I'm also distressed!"

The two of them touched the jar and took a sip of it, while looking up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky. Let the cold night wind blow the boy's hair, and also blow the boy's heart.

It's just that Song Wenxi's concern is not Mingyue, but Da Zhao's future, and it is a responsibility on his shoulders.

For the past few months, he tossed and turned every night, analyzing the events countless times in his heart, and the more frightened he became.

From the moment the armies of Fang and Jing appeared on the battlefield, he extended his vision from the two traitorous ministers. If it is just that they want to go beyond the superstructure and arbitrarily and set up the royal family, why the goal has been achieved is still unclear with the two countries.

None of the princes can escape, is it really that the ghosts are all trying to compete for the throne, just like his fifth and sixth brothers, he knows very well that they don't have this mind at all, but when he heard that they were involved in the battle in the imperial city, he actually felt very uncomfortable.

On the one hand, he felt that he would not be wrong in looking at people, but on the other hand, he was really not sure whether the desire for power would make everyone lose their minds, take risks, and do things that were obviously impossible to do, or even lose everything.

Song Wenxi was puzzled for a long time, and suddenly remembered, is he really lucky, or that his three hundred personal guards can break through in the layers of encirclement, is it really that the Imperial City Praetorian Guard is so unbearable, not to mention that there are masters in charge.

Vaguely, he seemed to touch the core of the whole thing, but he couldn't figure out the key, but he could smell the smell of conspiracy, and their purpose was Dongzhao, his father-in-law.

No wonder he felt that everything was very strange, he had been here for twenty days, and his father-in-law had not made any arrangements for himself, but only allowed himself to be sheltered by the General's Mansion.

In the territory of Dongzhao Kingdom, the four prefectures, eight counties, four towns, and thirty-six departments are all dispatching troops to support the Umeng, and even the royal guards Ben Lei Cavalry have allocated half of them early, which depends on saying that Emperor Dongzhao has long expected that this matter is aimed at Dongzhao.

Instead, he stupidly followed the trap of the traitor, step by step, he now wanted to give himself two big ear scrapers, but he still held back, it seemed that even if he knew, he had no choice but to come to Dongzhao.

And now, the excuse of the Zhao army is to welcome them back, and the two gangsters seem to be joining in the fun, but in fact, they have been premeditated. And the old man left himself on the front line, it seems that he has made the truth clear, if he has the ability, he will come, although Dongzhao's strength is not as good as Zhao's, but when it comes to backbone and blood, there is no country in the world that can compare.

For a time, the situation changed, and all gathered in the place of the Ukrainian League. As the first line of defense of the Dongzhao Kingdom, the Ukrainian League has always been a national existence, and there is no room for failure.

Thinking of these complicated things, Song Wenxi felt a sense of powerlessness welling up in his heart, took another big sip of wine, and continued to fall into silence.

The age difference between him and Mo Lingkong is only one year, but the hearts of the two seem to be 108,000 miles apart.

In the early morning, the sun finally appeared, for the first time in more than ten days. On the official road to the west of Wumeng City, there is a big flag facing the glory of the rising sun suddenly appeared, and then there are constantly spears coming out in rows, and there is a rumbling sound like muffled thunder rolling through, although the speed is not very fast, but it is very rhythmic and neat.

Wumeng City opened the west gate early, and a group of civil and military generals waited at the city gate early under the leadership of Mo Canyang. Knowing that the third prince had arrived early this morning, General Mo was excited for a while.

Ben Lei Cavalry, the heavy armored cavalry that every general dreams of having, the invincible heavy armored cavalry.

A figure came out, with a black charcoal-like armor, a red-on-black robe, a uniform movement, and a lineup that marched hand in hand, so that the crowd waiting at the city gate couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, it's the elite of the world, this vanguard force of more than a hundred people is so shocking, and the whole army is in formation, how majestic and mighty it is." ”

The leading young general was full of spirit, his handsome face was full of confidence, the saddle was adorned with a spear, a carved bow was hung on the other, a sword was carried at his waist, and a pot of white feathered arrows was on his back.

Three hundred meters away from the city, the young general moved forward alone, turned over and dismounted when he arrived ten meters away from Mo Canyang, came to give a military salute, and said with a full temperament: "Gan Chao, the pioneer officer of the Benlei Cavalry, has seen the general, and the Chinese army of His Royal Highness the Third Prince has reached ten miles of pavilions." ”

Mo Canyang hurriedly helped Gan Chao up, and there were already personal soldiers behind him who led the horse, Mo Canyang stepped on the war horse and led a group of people to follow Gan Chao to Shili Pavilion.

Mo Canyang chatted with Gan Chao very speculatively along the way, he had also heard of this young general, the most outstanding young man of the Xiluogan family, and also the most prestigious figure among the eight young generals of Dongzhao, and even famous above Moji. Although he is now a cavalry lieutenant from the fifth grade, no one has ever underestimated him. After all, the people in Ben Lei Riding are the top ones in Dongzhao Kingdom.

And the Xiluogan family is a big family that has been inherited for thousands of years, and the Manchu Dynasty, the civil and military generals don't know how many, and they are the top existence among all the clans.

Although Mo Canyang is a general of Yipin Town, his own merits are all earned by himself, and he has less background, not that he will be inferior, but he is just thinking about planning for the inheritance of the Mo family.

All the way to Shili Pavilion, I saw a majestic formation lined up on the field from a distance, and the neat phalanx of heavy cavalry stood quietly, and a mighty military might was naturally revealed, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The three princes were dressed in white armor and ran white, the silver spear in his hand shone with a cold cold light, and the white horse under his crotch was full of energy. Mo Canyang turned over and dismounted and saluted the three princes, and the three princes also hurriedly dismounted and returned the salute, the three princes of Yushu Linfeng have always admired Mo Canyang, thinking that he could fight side by side with the god of war, he was very excited, although he was famous for running thunder and riding the world, but as a newly appointed general, he did not have any meritorious achievements, just relying on the name of the three princes, he was obviously not satisfied.

"Zhenbei General Mo Canyang led all his colleagues in the Wumeng Mansion to meet His Royal Highness the Third Prince. Before Mo Canyang finished speaking, the third prince hurriedly came over and took his hand and said excitedly: "Uncle Mo, there is no need to be polite between you and me, but Uncle Mo, you have defended the country and retreated from the enemy, and your meritorious achievements have made Jun'er envious." ”

The third prince of Dongzhao and Jun, he is the most easy-going and chic, does not like all kinds of troublesome rules, and worships Mo Canyang, the god of war of Dongzhao, the most. His Majesty the Emperor also likes this prince, and with his temperament, he intends to train him to be a fierce general on the battlefield, so the relationship is closer.

After a few pleasantries, the group rode into Wumeng City with Ben Lei.