Chapter 17 The Inrush

The centurion's heart thumped, and he opened his eyes and watched the stormy confrontation between General Zhentian and the king of the Chinassi clan. Does the lord really want to kill the general? General Zhentian is the master of a country and commands the whole empire. Even the royal family will not easily have any murderous intentions towards General Zhentian. He swallowed his saliva, and the Adam's knot at his neck trembled. He looked at the Lord. Feng Zhongqiu's face was extremely calm, but the light in his eyes was as sharp as a blade, as if with the whole three or nine days of cold. The centurion no longer hesitates. He is just a centurion under the lord of the country, and it is his duty to obey the order of the lord of the country. So, the centurman waved his hand to order, and his 100-man team immediately followed. A team of people took a strong bow and quietly approached the bloody king and general in the battlefield

The army of Qiuyue Kingdom is not strong, because it is located in a humid and mild area in Mengyang, and agricultural cultivation is also one of the best among the vassal states. The granaries of the imperial treasury are basically filled by the domestic grain of Qiuyue. Other princes secretly laughed at the lord of Qiuyue Kingdom as the 'Mengyang's wet nurse', saying that their warriors in Qiuyue Kingdom held weapons with the banker's style. Every time Feng Mid-Autumn Festival hears this rumor, he can't help gritting his teeth. Fortunately, with Lu Miaobai, a genius in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qiuyue's national strength will not be at the bottom of the five princes. The combat power of light armor and gun riding developed in recent years can no longer be underestimated. What Feng Zhongqiu wants to see most is that what will be the wonderful expression on the faces of those who once sneered at him when he stands in the starfall hall of the imperial capital one day and is above everyone? He desperately wanted to stand at the top and look down at the pretentious clowns... Thinking of this, his eyes became colder and colder. He gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, as long as you can help me become emperor, I can cut you a county in return."

Lu Miaobai laughed out loud. It was hard to imagine that a scribe could laugh so calmly on the battlefield full of murderous corpses. He turned over and got off his horse and knelt on one knee on the blood-stained ground. Feng Zhongqiu's face tightened and was about to get off his horse to help him up, but Lu Miaobai straightened up and stretched out his hand to show it to the lord of the country. He held a handful of dark red soil in his hand, with a strong smell of blood. He rubbed his fingers, and the soil flowed out of his fingers and fell to the ground, blending with the scarlet earth, which was difficult to distinguish. He opened his hand dyed red by the soil, looked at the lord of the country and said, "Lord, you see, what we have done is just a handful of soil on the earth and a drop of water in the ocean, which is really insignificant to the vast world. But we can change something with both hands and leave some traces of existence. In this hurry for decades, it is not easy in the world! For Mengyang's more than 300 years of history, our life is too short. If we go back to the history before the Mengyang Dynasty and thousands of years, what are we? So don't be too greedy. Even if you can only grasp it for a moment, it's not a waste.

Feng Mid-Autumn Festival saw Lu Miaobai's hand suddenly clenched and opened, as if he wanted to hold the wind passing between his fingers. He didn't understand what Lu Miaobai suddenly said these words. He didn't understand how humble he was to the vast world, even if he was the noble Lord of Qiuyue. He always feels that as long as he dares to think and do, he can get everything he wants. He didn't understand Lu Miaobai's words to keep him humble about some of the forces in the world. But he didn't understand and never understood. It was not until Emperor Lin Xi later broke through the capital of Qiuyue with a wind and thunder horse that was afraid of the gods and put the snowy sword around his neck that he knew that he was too greedy. He finally understood Lu Miaobai's words today, but God would no longer give him any chance. Until the moment before his death, he was no longer arrogant and angry at the beginning. If possible, he was willing to be the 'mammy of the empire' for a lifetime. It was not until he died that he realized that Lu Miaobai did not hold the handful of soil to make the example more vivid, but just to let him see clearly that after holding the soil and holding the power between heaven and earth, what remained in his palm was only dark red blood...

"General Zhentian, you are a real warrior. If this is not a battlefield, I think I will become a good friend with you!" The king raised his knife fiercely against the Zhanlu sword of Yeming Mountain. His blood-stained and ferocious face came together with Ye Mingshan's calm face and said in a low voice.

Ye Mingshan also held a sword against the king's knife. He looked at the old face that was full of blood and said faintly, "Is it possible? I haven't forgotten who killed my son..." When he spoke, his hand holding the sword suddenly exerted his strength, and only an inch of more than an inch of Lu's sword actually cut off*, cutting his black and bright sword edge closer to the king little by little. The king was by no means a person of hesitation. He actually reached out and held the Zhanlu sword to prevent Ye Mingshan from completely cutting * into two pieces.

The two are actually competing for strength at this time. The king is confident that no one can beat him in strength. On the grassland in the far north, he can push the fierce horse with one hand and knock a bull unconscious with both fists... No one can resist more powerful than Mount Tai. However, at present, Ye Mingshan is faintly pressing on his head, maybe... I'm really old...

The black and bright blade of Zhanlu's sword cut the king's palm, and the blood flowed down the blade, gathered into a depression at the sword, and then flowed to the hands of Yeming Mountain. The king can reflect the black and bright sword body to see how ferocious his face is at this time, which is in sharp contrast to the quiet face of Ye Mingshan. In this way, the two confronted each other with swords.

Suddenly, there was a chilling sound on the battlefield, followed by a frightening silence. More than 100,000 people on the battlefield seem to have turned into stubborn stones, and even the sound of breathing can be heard quietly around them. No, there is a sound that is sharper than breathing. It is the sound of arrows breaking through the air. The sharp roar seems to force the human soul out of its shell. General Zhentian and the king looked in the direction of the sound at the same time. It turned out to be a dense arrow. The arrows with barbed arrows had been partially rusty. If they were shot by such an arrow, even if they did not die, they would be infected with copper poison and died of blood.

Kings and generals can't dodge. Any one of them will cut another person's body before the arrows fly. The two seemed to be fixed, and they could only watch the arrows come quickly and tie them into a blood screen.

"General--" Mengyang's warriors shouted in unison, with such strong grief and indignation. If they knew who was releasing such a dark arrow, they would have to put it into leather and trample them to death in turn. No one knows whether Mengyang, without General Zhentian, can resist the attack of Chi Nasi. If the emperor dies, it is only the upper vibration, then General Zhentian dies, and the whole Mengyang will be shocked.

Suil and Ke were covered with blood. He opened his eyes and watched those arrows prick his father. The old man, who was over half a hundred years old, was willing to do his last strength for the herdsmen of the grassland, and also wanted to return to the grassland, ride a thin horse drinking spirits and singing the horse-headed piano minor tune to herd sheep. Did he die in a foreign country in Mengyang? Sujile and Ke's young stubborn heart did not want such a thing to happen. The old man targeted by arrows was his father! He moved like a leopard, brought a whirlwind, and ran away more than a dozen steps in a few breaths. He picked up the bronze shield left by Mengyang Light Armor Brigade from the ground, and hundreds of pounds of shields were raised high by him. He shouted, "Father, then--" and then he toss the bronze shield out.

The copper shield flew straight to the king. The king's hand holding the Zhanlu sword loosened, and the resistance of the Zhanlu sword was greatly reduced, and it was instantly cut off*, and then cut on the king's right shoulder. The king couldn't care so much. He stretched out his bloody hand, grabbed the bronze shield, stood it in front of him, and squatted behind the shield. The sharp pain in his shoulder made his murderous brain wake up a lot. He saw Ye Mingshan's whole body exposed to the rain of arrows, and his amber eyes became compassionate in an instant...

Ye Mingshan stood with his sword and his eyes dimmed. He smiled bitterly. Is he going to die like this? He hasn't seen the stars grow up yet! Haven't let the fengs of the night country spread all over the world! Haven't you seen any beautiful woman like a god die like this for the last time? He is unwilling, really unwilling. But what can I do? The arrows are dense and will never miss. This is also the enemy's killing, and the assassination without leaving a dead corner... Suddenly, the general felt light and couldn't help flying back. He looked back in surprise and turned out to be the king's old face. The king grabbed the general's clothes with his bloody hand and pulled him under the shield. As soon as it was hidden, there was the sound of arrows hitting on the shield, and the two generals of the opposing camp hid together to avoid the threat of death.

"Why--" The general looked at the king's face and asked in a trembling voice. The king has 10,000 reasons for him to die...

"Ha ha, why!" The king smiled. He smiled like a simple herdsman, smiling frankly and frankly, "I just think that if you die, the world will be much more lonely!" It's ridiculous to think that General Tiantian died under random arrows!"

The general was stunned for a moment and immediately laughed! He said, "I was saved by the enemy, which is really ridiculous!"

"Oh!--haha--" The king and the general looked at each other and smiled happily under the bronze shield like old friends they hadn't seen for many years!

Is this the hero's encounter? Either cherish each other or swords face each other. The heroes in troubled times meet abruptly like this, and the blades miss the vicissitudes of their lives. Heroes are destined to be lonely! If there is no war, heroes may become friends who cherish each other! But then again, if there is really no war, there will be no hero who can turn the tide!

The arrow rain stopped, and the warriors in a trance rushed over crazily. Mengyang's light armored brigade and the heroic riders did the same thing for the first time. They seem to forget that they had just killed their companions. Mengyang's vice general trembled and lifted the bronze shield. He saw the blood-covered general and the king sitting opposite each other, talking with a smile on his face, and his mouth was surprised. Suhe and Suzil and Ke were also shocked. They thought that the two would never die, but it was really unexpected that they could talk like friends. Yes, how many people understand the loneliness in the hero's heart?

The king walked to the camp of vigorous riding, and the smile on his face had not dissipated. He said in a low voice, "Receive the troops and return to Yining City for repair!" After saying that, he looked back at Ye Mingshan, and a peaceful smile appeared on the corners of his mouth! Then he rode on a war horse and left with a vigorous horse.

The general also waved to him with a smile, like a farewell between friends! Then, his face became as cold as ice in an instant. He turned around and stared at the Mid-Autumn Festival standing under the banner of the fiery red maple leaves not far away, with no hidden murder in his eyes. Mengyang's remaining more than 40,000 light armor warriors also looked at Feng Mid-Autumn Festival together. Their furious eyes could pierce the 10,000 light armor guns! Killing everywhere!

Feng Zhongqiu trembled and stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat oozing from his forehead. Under such fierce eyes, he felt that the hair on his back stood up! He turned his head to look at Lu Miaobai, his face twisted with fear, and asked in a trembling voice, "First... Sir, now it's time... What should I do?"

Lu Miaobai ignored him, but smiled and arched his hand. He looked at General Zhentian from afar and said loudly, "I have heard the power of General Zhentian for a long time. I am really lucky to see him today. Just now, my king didn't notice that it was the general who dueled with the enemy king. He was almost injured by mistake. Please forgive me. It is also our king's eagerness to eliminate the enemy for the emperor, which made the general almost fall into a doomed land. The villain apologized to the general on behalf of my king!" After saying that, he bent down and bowed deeply!

Hearing this, Feng Zhongqiu got down and arched his hand and said, "General, what an offense was just now. Just for the safety of the empire, Feng was a little reckless, which shocked the general."

Ye Mingshan slowly put away the murder on his face, looked at Feng Zhongqiu and Lu Miaobai from afar, twisted a sarcastic smile at the corners of his mouth, and whispered, "Huh, cunning fox"