MTL - Golden Age Legitimate Fei-~ 384. No festivals are guaranteed

384. No festival

The war that lasted for half a year suddenly stopped suddenly. The last few hundred thousand Beibei army were all buried in the return air valley. The whole valley blood flowed into the river corpse, and the Beibei soldiers who were scattered all over the place were naturally less than the Tao. Destroy it. This warfare seems to be unsatisfactory and unremarkable, but the single-point record is enough to re-wash most of the history of the Mohist army. More than one million soldiers from the North, and finally one escaped to Beibei. Beibei passed this battle, and Beibei lost more than one million soldiers and horses, or nearly 70% of the generals in Beibei. There are no decades of absolute law to recover.

When the follow-up cleaning of the battlefield, the people who were taken to the front of Mo Xiuzhen and others by the Mohist army, they were deeply surprised. This person is not someone else, it is the flying squad general Helianzhen of Beibei. Even Yeluye died in the "disorder" army, but did not expect that Helian was actually alive.

Ink repaired and stunned, and faintly glanced at the two soldiers who had come to Helian. The two quickly yelled: "The prince of Kailu, this person said that there is an important news about Beibei to tell Wang Ye. So only..."

Everyone knows that it was the last moment. He was really afraid of death, and he was only able to change his life. In this regard, the "color" of the eyes of the Mohist army generals is not only contemptuous, but also hateful. Nineteen years ago, those who died in the Mohist army, they did not even die in the hands of a hero who was in the sky, but a shameful person who was afraid of death.

In fact, nineteen years ago, He Lianzhen was not necessarily a greedy and fearful person. But he hasn't been on the battlefield for more than a decade, even when he was defeated in the hands of Mo Xiu, it was far from his most prosperous time. For more than a decade, the original mind and blood "sex" have long been exhausted, and what remains is nothing but the unwillingness to lose to the hands of ink repair. When it turns out that he did indeed have a law enemies over the ink repair, even this is unwilling to disappear. All that remains is his life.

"Ding Wang, as long as you spare me a life, I am willing to tell you all the distribution of forces in Beibei." He Lianzhen eyes are blazing and anxious. He didn't want to die, and even 19 years ago he didn't realize that he didn't want to die.

Ink repaired his lips and provoked a sneering sneer. "Nineteen years of not holding the military power, General Helian, do you really know the distribution of Beibei's strength?" He Lian was dumb, "I... I can tell you I know." Everything, as long as you spare me a life!" At this time, He Lianzhen finally found that he did not have the capital of the condition of the ink repair, and some panic.

In the eyes of ink repair, there was no sudden attack, but there was no immediate attack. Slowly closing his eyes calmed down the emotions in his heart, but when he opened his eyes, it was already quiet. But Helian really feels a little bad. [

Just listening to the ink repairing sound is as calm as water, "pull out, hey!"

"Yes!" The two soldiers who had come in with Helian really did not hesitate and dragged him out again. Listening to the call of Helian Zhenbi when he went out to panic, and the voice of begging for mercy, everyone felt a little sad for him. A generation of famous generals, who lost the name of the festival, still can not escape.

There was a little silence in the big account, and everyone’s gods were a bit sloppy. The young generals such as Yunxiao are almost unbelievable. They really annihilate all the soldiers and horses who are more than these, and whose strength is not inferior to the Beibei army.

Sun Yaowu stunned and suddenly burst into tears. Although he and Beibei did not have the hatred of the same year, but three years ago, Beibei invaded the big Chu, killing the number, Sun Yaowu's hatred of the Beijia people is no less than the old people of the Mohist army.

Zhou Min patted Sun Yaowu's shoulder and smiled: "Old Sun, you too love to cry. Is it not a good thing for the stations to win?" Sun Yaowu wiped his eyes and said with dismay: "You know a fart! Laozi Is this happy to know?" Zhou Min "touch" "touch" the nose, decided not to have a general knowledge of this rough person.

Ink repairs the **** "color" plain, Shen Sheng said: "Well, the whole army rectified and rested for two days. Zhou Min, Sun Yaowu."

"The end will be!" Zhou Min immediately got up and screamed, and Sun Yaowu quickly stood up and stood up.

Ink repair said: "The border will be handed over to you two. Others, two days later, set off south!"

"The end will lead the way."

The northern border line of Dachu is extremely long. Only Zhou Min and Sun Yaowu are the first to lead the troops alone. A general who was originally a general of the state is not enough. But now it is the harsh winter. Even if Beibei wants to reinforce or revenge for Yeluye, it is also a matter of two months. Moreover, after two years of experience, the two can also take on the responsibility, so Mo Xiu is not worried.

Zhou Min is naturally happy to lead the life, and Sun Yaowu is very happy that he will trust himself so much. All of them are happy to lead the lives. Others understand that they have a number of fierce battles with the king, and the same represents more feats. They are also very much looking forward to it. The atmosphere in the big account was heated up.

Ye Liu sat next to ink repairing, and quietly reached out and held the hand of ink repair. In the face of ink repairing, he looked at the smiling glass, and there was a thick warmth and a smile in his eyes. At the same time, he held the hand of Yeli tightly.

Mo Xiaobao sits between the two, looks at his father and mother, and smiles and covers his little hands.

On a small hill not far from the Wind Valley, there is a lonely grave. There wasn’t even a tombstone in front of the grave, and the grave was covered with dead grass. If you don't pay attention, you even think that this is really a small earth bag full of hay.

Ink repaired the hand holding the glass hand, holding a handful of ink Xiaobao standing in front of the grave, Ye Liu looked a little confused, looked at the ink repair, and the eyes flashed a trace. Just listen to the ink repair and whisper: "Ali, this is the big brother."[

Ye Liu didn't ask much. He nodded his head and bowed his head. He said: "The younger sister Ye Liu has seen her brother." He turned back and looked at Mo Xiaobao: "Xiao Bao, give the uncle a head."

Mo Xiaobao stunned his eyes, although some did not understand why he had seen the grave of the uncle when he was in Chujing. Now there is a grave of the uncle here, but he still walks to the side of Ye Li. Respectfully respected three heads: "Mu Yuxi gave the uncle a slap."

Ink repaired a slight sigh, and a pair of clothes squatted around the glass, Shen Sheng said: "Big brother, have you seen it? The younger brother avenged you." Ye Li slightly sideways, they found the position of this grave is right Returning to the wind valley. If it is a person standing here, then everything that happened in the return wind valley yesterday must be clearly seen.

When Mo Xiuzhen was a child, it was said that Mo Xiuwen had a big hand, and he was very respectful to this brother. So for so many years, what Murzo has never forgotten is to avenge his hatred for his eldest brother. However, no one thought that Mo Xiuzhen would have buried Mur Xiuwen in such a remote and remote place away from Chu Jing.

After worshipping, Mo Xiufu helped Ye Zi get up and sat down in a place not far from the grave. He supported the shoulder of Ye Liu and said: "Everyone thought that the remains of the eldest brother were buried in the tomb of the Dingwangfu in the capital. In fact, it wasn't. When I arrived at the border, the body of my eldest brother had been cremated. So I changed him, and the real bones of the eldest brother were buried here. I want him to look here, there is always One day, I will take care of him for the murder of the soldiers of the Mohist army."

Ye Liu held his hand and smiled. "You have done it. Big Brother will be very happy." Mo Xiuzhen said with some sorrow: "I don't know if Big Brother will be happy. But... Big Brother can't come back anymore. "I used to want to take revenge, but when I really reported my hatred, my heart was more lonely and empty." As early as when Mo Jing was praying, Mo Xiu had this feeling, and now the feeling of emptiness is even worse. Because even if he kills all the enemies, the dead will never come back.

"Repair..." Ye Liu has some worries about worry.

Ink repaired a faint smile: "Don't worry, I still have you, there is also the Wangfu, and the Mojiajun." With a smile holding the hand of Yeli, and then look at the rare and well-behaved Mo Xiaobao, ink I feel warm in my heart. Fortunately... Fortunately, there are Ari, and their children, their families. Otherwise, Murray may not really know what to do after the revenge.

Mo Xiaobao licked his mouth, and his eyes turned to ink repair and said: "Father, you still have me and my younger siblings. When I grow up, I will help you to destroy Beibei."

Ink repaired him with a smile and smiled. "Is it? The king is waiting."

Mo Xiaobao is uncomfortable, "The father can't afford to be a man! You wait, this time the son grows up, you must destroy Beibei to show you!" Mo Xiu nodded and said: "Yes, this king is not waiting." Look at it."

Mo Xiaobao felt deeply under the guise of his father, and suddenly screamed. Grasping ink repairs and unwilling to let go, Ye Li looked at their father and son to make a mess, but also smiled and whispered: "Will you move the big brother's bones back to Chu Jing?"

Ink repaired his head and smiled and said: "No, stay here. Let's be..." After the Moh's ancestral grave, it may not be still in Chujing. What's more, it is quieter here. I don’t see you, there are not many princes, the emperor’s mausoleum, and the magnificent and rich enemy. When the dynasty replaced the rise and fall, it was cheaper to steal the tomb thief.

In the past year, major events have continued. At the end of the year, the King of the Regent, Mo Jingli, who was in the south of the Yangtze River, finally officially boarded the throne. The year has not yet passed, and the North has also sent out earth-shattering events. The million-strong army that attacked the big Chu was completely annihilated by the Mohist army, and one returned to Beibei. When the news came out, the world was suddenly amazed. Many of the great Chu subjects who were forced to relocate at the beginning were even more tearful and secretly planned to return to the north. It is a pity that although the northern part is destroyed, the north is still fighting. Chu Di Mo Jingli, who has just ascended the throne for less than half a month, led the 700,000-strong army to the north and vowed to recover the river.

At this time, the Xiling army led by Lei Zhenduo has also broken Ruichang and surrounded the Acropolis. The Acropolis is at stake.

Acropolis

On the upper floor of the city, Nanhou and Murong Shen sat opposite each other and each played a game. Under the city tower, a few miles away is the Xiling army barracks. I saw the hunting in the military camp, but I could feel the war of the sky when I looked far away.

Murong Shen shook his head, and some of Nai’s left the chess piece: “Nanhou, you really feel so sad. I have never loved these things.” Nanhou smiled and said: “General Murong is not safe. ""

Murong Shen was a little impatient: "Ruichang has already lost. Now Lei Zhenwei's army is besieging the Acropolis, but we are doing a good job. I can still be a little bit safe." Nanhou smiled: "The situation is better than expected." It’s much more than it? The original lord said that it would be good to hold the Feihongguan within three months. It’s been almost two months now, and the Acropolis is still in our hands. The situation is not beyond the expectations of the lord. The strength is not as good as that of Lei Zhenduo, but the art of war is also worse. Why should General Murong blame himself?"

Murong Shen sighed, and some of them were embarrassed to look at Nanhoudao: "It’s a bit hard to bear. It’s really... the end will be half-lived in the field. It’s the first time it’s being crushed. The power of rebellion." Murong Shen has hundreds of battles in this life. Naturally, there is victory and defeat. But this time, I was beaten up almost at the beginning, and it was the first time. It is inevitable that some of you are upset about chaos.

Nanhou laughed and said: "Lei Zhenduo has the name of Xiling God of War. It has only been lost in the life of the previous generation of the Regent and the current King of Ding Wang. If not always, why should Wang Wang take the risk to destroy the North? Concentrate on dealing with Lei Zhenduo?" As for the great Chu of Mo Jingli, to be honest, the Mo Jiajun really did not look at it. Half of the famous masters of the big Chu are now in the palace, and these years have not heard of any young generals. With the suspicion that Mo Jingli is not inferior to "color" and Mo Jingqi, he will only firmly hold the military power in his own hands, lest the second king will be divided into his military power.

Murong Shen nodded: "Thank you for reminding Nanhou."

Nanhou patted his shoulder and smiled: "Just relax your heart, no matter how bad, we both have to come back to the prince in the Acropolis. How can we not go to Feihongguan to find trouble for the veteran general?" Murong Shen nodded and laughed Road: "Hou's words are justified."

"Qi Yu Hou Ye, General Murong. There are eight hundred miles to expedite!" Under the city downstairs, a soldier hurried up and handed a letter sealed with a lacquer. Nanhou took it, and he couldn’t see it. Seeing his **** "color" is different, Murong Shen quickly asked: "But what good news is there on the prince?" Nanhou nodded and smiled: "Exactly, Wang Ye is in the back wind valley. The seven kings of the North, the singer He Lianzhen."

Upon hearing this news, Murong Shen was also very excited. Although it is now attached to the palace, but the two are the big Chu people, the hatred of the Beibei people is absolutely no less than anyone. Now that I heard the news that Wang Quanquan was in the army of Beibei, I couldn’t help but feel a bad breath in my heart. Nanhou grabbed Murong Shen and smiled: "The general is in a hurry, and the prince can feel it in a few days. But before this... the news can't leak it."

Murong was cautious, and looked up and glanced at the distant Xiling Camp. "Nanhou assured that the general would guarantee that even the birds would have been flying over the head of the Acropolis." The two looked at each other and could not help but get up. laughing out loud. The outside guards of the city heard the laughter from the two coaches. Although they didn't know why the two coaches were so happy, they couldn't help but reveal a little "color".

In the big account of Xiling Grand Camp, Lei Zhenduo frowned and looked at the fold in front of him. He glanced at the crowd of generals underneath and asked: "Can there be news of Beibei?"; Lei Tengfeng went forward: "Uncle Wang, there have been no news of Beibei in these few days. Now the north is cold, I am afraid that the Mojia army and the Beibei army are also slow to move. No news should be normal."

Lei Zhenhuan's white-browed eyebrow lock is tighter. He shook his head and said: "No. Mo Xiu Ming knows that the army of Mo Jingli is not forced to go to the north, and he will never go to the north. I am afraid that... Beibei has already had a problem."

"The father's meaning is..." Lei Tengfeng stunned, and some disapproved: "The strength of Beibei is not weaker than that of the Mohist army, and even worse. Even if Murray wants to completely defeat the army of Beibei, there are few I am afraid I can’t do it for a month."

Lei Zhenduo shook his head and looked at Lei Tengfeng with some regrets: "Tengfeng, you are all good, but always stuck to common sense, dare not think about it." Lei Tengfeng's face is awkward, puzzled. : "Is whimsical... Is it good?"

Lei Zhenxiao smiled and said: "It is whimsical to do it, and it is strategizing."

"Father Wang believes that Mo Xiu can defeat the Beibei army in just two months? But before they have been dragging for a few months, it is only a small win." Lei Tengfeng frowned.

Lei Zhenduo thought about it and frowned. "So, I suspect that Moxu had deliberately concealed strength. In the past few months, the performance of the Mohist Army was good, but compared with the previous record, it can be said that it is flat. Even... the big loss."

"That, if Beibei is really defeated..." Lei Tengfeng frowned.

Lei Zhen said: "It is our turn to be more innovating and confronting each other. Now the army of Mo Jingli has arrived. Even if ink repairs come back, it is our chance of winning more. And... this king would rather work with ink repair. In the face of confrontation, I don't want him to calculate in the dark." Only afterwards, if you look back, you can think about what kind of chess you have in the end. Every time I think about it, Lei Zhenduo feels a stunned jump. The situation in the past few years in the world, so many battles, the evolution of the power structure, has long been in the control of ink repair. In other words, the current situation in the world is changing according to the expectations of ink repair. How can such a mind and ability not be frightening? No wonder... It’s no wonder that the emperor of the Great Chu will be ashamed of the king’s palace and be jealous.

"What the father said is that we should now attack the Acropolis with all our strength. If we can win the Feihongguan before the ink repairs come back, it will take the lead." Lei Teng. Lei Zhenduo nodded and smiled: "Yes, there is Mo Jingli... Send someone to tell him not to think about Chu Jing, now he is letting him win Chu Jing, he can't keep it. Let him wave Going west, copying from the northern bread and us will be in one place, so as not to smash the ink repairs one by one." In the end, Lei Zhenduo is not assured of the ability of the generals. Although he is the southern king of Xiling Town, he does not have to worry about the life and death of the people of Dachu. But now they are the alliance, and they are all glory, and they are all ruined.

"Yes, father." Lei Tengfeng nodded and led.

Under the command of Lei Zhenduo, the offensive against the Acropolis has become more intense. Nanhou and Murong Shen, who are hard support themselves, also feel that they can't hold back. Standing on the tower, watching the blood flowing down the river into the river, the soldiers in the city are also tired. The Mojia army stationed in the Acropolis once again repelled the attack of the Xiling army. But they all understand that the Xiling army will not be so easy to retreat, and will rush back again after a little rest.

Murong Shen stood on the tower and looked at the Xiling army not far away and said: "Lei Zhen is crazy, and he has been attacking for so many days. Even if he took the Acropolis, he himself would lose a lot."

Nan Hou sighed: "Probably Lei Zhenhao already knows that Wang Ye is coming back."

Murong Shen frowned, Nanhou smiled: "Even if we blocked the news, but he can not receive any news, it will be doubtful. With Lei Zhenduo's intelligence, it is not difficult to guess the news of the defeat of Beibei." Murong Shen thought, too I glanced at the city and was about to talk, but my face was changed: "It’s coming again!"

The drums shook the sky, and the soldiers who were still resting immediately rushed forward and waited. In the distance, the Xiling army hunted the flag and rushed over. Lei Tengfeng took the lead and rushed to the south of the city with a long whip and a finger on the city floor of Nanhou and Murong Shen. He smiled and said: "Nanhou, General Murong, why bother to resist. Your acropolis now has more than 100,000 troops. I have to live with my Xiling Million Army, why not drop my Xiling in this way. The father will inevitably add to the two courtesy, and the official is not necessary to say."

Nanhou smiled faintly: "Wangmeng Wang Nanzi can afford it. However, although he is talented, he can't do anything about the rebellion."

Murong Shen is not in the mood to talk nonsense with him, Lang said: "Do not talk nonsense, you have to fight!"

Lei Tengfeng’s face was "small" and smiled faintly: "Why should the two be angry, and the next is for the two generals. The two generals are all famous, why bother to lose their own "sex" life for the defeat ?"

Murong Shen snorted and grabbed a bow and arrow in the hand of a soldier nearby and put an arrow at Lei Tengfeng. Lei Tengfeng has let it go sideways, and the face "color" is a bit hard to look at. The long whip pointed to the person on the head of the city, and sighed: "Murong Shen, you don't know how to lift it, don't blame the king for not paying attention."

Murong Shen sneered and said: "The general does not know what kind of sentiment is with Wang Nanzi of Zhennan. He has to fight and fight! The Mo Jiajun has no greed for death."

Lei Tengfeng was defeated by Murong Shen as the face of the Xiling army. Sigh: "Siege!"

Behind the Xiling army, Lei Zhenyu looked at the move of the city under the thunder, and some of Nai’s shook his head. Sighing softly: "Tengfeng is still unable to hold back." It is not that we must persuade Nanhou and Murong Shen to surrender, but that Lei Tengfeng is so irritated that it is so arrogant that it is really not what the superiors should.

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