"Go out of the city gate and help the general to return. After speaking, a wisp of flush suddenly appeared on Zhao Tianlang's pale face, which showed that he was excited.

Just wanted to move his feet, who expected that his legs were already stiff, and he staggered to the ground, struggling to get up, but he couldn't do it, and the guards next to him saw it and hurried over to help, which made our Zhao Dajun reluctantly stand up.

His heart was like an arrow, but his body was like a turtle, and the war horses under the city were neighing, and the man's face was still as resolute as a rock, his armor was stained with blood, and his heart was like fire.

He still remembered that fifty-one people were like tigers and wolves, and like wind and lightning, there were 50,000 people in Qilikong, and there was no time to react.

Vertical and horizontal iron cavalry, famous in today's war, the army in the world has few enemies, Fu Junqing, one person and one sword are famous all over the world, a body of liver and gallbladder, and all over the body.

Even if Qi Helai can become a masterpiece of a generation, he will inevitably be frightened in the face of the murderous high-headed horse and the blood-dripping long sword, and he will not dare to move.

"Bring it. Fu Junqing said.

The tone is not high, the face is not hideous, but it is difficult to refuse, Qi Helai believes that if he dares to say half a word, I am afraid that today he will become the soul of the sword.

Stretching out his hand, he gritted his teeth, which made him feel humiliated, the dignified commander of 60,000 people was forced to such a point, he was unwilling, he wanted to resist.

But he wanted to live even more, and took out the big seal that had just been placed in his hand and handed it to that man, and he would take revenge on him one day.

"Where is he?" Holding the big seal, he didn't even look at it, no matter what, this Qi Helai didn't dare to play tricks on him, such a character, he cherished his life very much.

Barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes, this is the reason, why since ancient times emperors have liked to find the art of immortality, even if they have long known the ethereal, but still do not give up, do not hesitate to consume a lot of manpower and material resources, but because they are not willing to give up this life of power, glory and wealth.

If it is those beggars, this world is full of malice towards them, hungry, no fixed place, alone, no wife and no children, so, he wishes to die as soon as possible, if he really has the next life, maybe he can still give birth to a rich and noble family, in the final analysis, there is nothing in this world to make him obsessed.

If this is the case, I am afraid that they will avoid immortality like a tiger, and this will not make him suffer in the world?

Getting back to the point, seeing that Fu Junqing took the big seal and refused to give up, and he was still so aggressive, Qi Helai clenched his fists, and his whole body trembled, Shi can not be killed, what does it matter if he dies.

He didn't say a word, a pair of pupils stared at the person on the horse, if the hatred in his heart at this moment can be measured, I'm afraid it is enough for tens of millions of catties.

But he still didn't dare to pull out the sword on his waist after all, so gorgeous, inlaid with gold and silver, the pearl and jade on it were shining, so dazzling, absolutely priceless, and now, such a sharp weapon has become his biggest irony, what if there is a divine soldier, where can it be compared to this blood-dripping murder knife.

"Where is he?" Fu Junqing said again, his tone adding a little chill to this winter day.

The murderous sword, dripping human blood, looking at the long sword that has been placed on his neck, with just a slight stroke, he will return to the west sky, and in the face of death, it will still make people frightened after all, the two trembles, and cold sweat breaks out on his face.

If someone thinks that this Qihe can't come to Erer because of this, then you are very wrong, human nature, who is not afraid of death?

Stretching out his hand, the man put away his sword, and entered the overwhelming crowd again, leaving a little blood stain on his body, a little fishy.

In this way, the fifty-one people are really arrogant, not only to take back the Great Seal, but also to take the head of the traitor, so that the world can know that this is the fate of the traitor.

One wants to protect, the other does not kill, and in the end, the long sword is slightly superior, and the head is already in his hand.

It's not that Fu Junqing doesn't want to kill Qi Helai, but he can't kill it, he can't kill it, if he kills the commander of the enemy army, he will definitely not be able to return to Qingshang, this more than ten miles road is probably the beginning of his setting foot on Huangquan, even if he kills all the troops in the city, Qi Li will definitely be like his life.

The city gate was wide open, and the vertical and horizontal iron horsemen came out, all of them were heavily armored and holding spears, majestic and majestic.

Subsequently, the soldiers in the city went out, and there was no trace of panic in their steps, and their blood was boiling, although they didn't know what happened, but they could also make a rough idea of the situation, and there were generals who were as fierce as lions, how could the whole army be lambs.

"Welcome the general. One of the leaders shouted, his expression excited, and his voice trembled a little.

"Welcome the general. "Ten thousand people shouted, the sound rushed into the sky, and the roar broke through the sky.

The army was separated from the middle, and he slowly entered the city, and this one person, who could disobey, who could disrespect.

"It's back. At the gate of the city, Zhao Tianlang endured his numb legs and spoke, but he was really powerless, so he could only hold on to the city wall.

"Senior Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you, could it be that you are overworked and your kidneys are empty?" Fu Junqing said, his tone was frivolous, and he smiled happily, as if he was still the chivalrous man who fought the sword world at the beginning, and did not change his original intention.

"It's just that it's too long to squat on the toilet, and my feet are a little numb. Zhao Tianlang said, to put it mildly, there was no worry about the first day of the city.

The two looked at each other and smiled, naturally comprehending, but not everything needed to be said.

As for the fifty horsemen, needless to say, naturally everyone understands that they are worthy of being vertical and horizontal, and they died heroically and deservedly.

"Can you get the wine ready?" Fu Junqing asked.

"Naturally. Zhao Tianlang replied, the two are like old friends who are gossiping, and there is no blood at all.

"Do you dare to drink three bowls with me?" Fu Junqing shouted, and his voice resounded throughout the army and fell in everyone's ears, and everyone laughed.

Why don't you dare, I don't want my life, a glass of wine is enough?

This night, the army carnival, this night, the fragrance of wine is all over the celebration, laughter spreads in all directions, everyone is willing to help Junqing, one person and one horse to fight and pray for Li, what is the pity of death?

This night, regardless of whether he prayed for 50,000 or 60,000 soldiers and horses, whether he would die tomorrow, there was wine today and drunk today, and a few people returned to the battlefield drunk, loyal and brave reflected the bright moon, and the bright moon still shone on dry bones.

Pray for Li.

Qi Helai sat high in the big tent, and the leaders of the army were all there, and no one spoke, and no one dared to speak.

"Mr. Zhuge , is this your plan?" Qi He said, although his tone was still calm, but anyone could hear his monstrous anger.

Hearing his words, Zhuge Yaozong was speechless, who would have thought that there would be such a fierce general and such a fierce general in Quzhou, I am afraid that it will not be among the top ten famous generals in time.

"Rubbish, a bunch of rubbish. Qi Helai yelled, venting his anger, but even so, he was still depressed.

None of the generals dared to speak, and compared with the two, they were indeed like clouds and mud, and there was nothing to say.

It's not just Qi Helai, they all have anger in their hearts, this face is too hard, and it hurts hotly.

There are villains in the world, but most of them are bloody, who wants to swallow this evil breath.

"Send troops, I want to step on Pingqing. Gritting his teeth, he wanted to skin the man and cramp.

Thinking of the resolute figure on horseback, thinking of the blood-dripping sword, whether there is still fear in his heart is unknown, only his own heart is clear.