Chapter 79 Jedi Fighting

"Generals and soldiers, you should also know that I am not a person who defends the land. When Mrs. Ben first came to the land, I heard people say that the soldiers who defend the land are definitely real men in the siege and defending the city. They are all heroes who are one to ten. But on the grassland. Our man on the ground has become a coward. They often run away when they see the riders in Beirong. Even my relatives can't protect themselves. I want to ask you today, is there such a thing? A faint smile appeared under Changsun Huanying's black scarf, but his words revealed a faint contempt, which was very provocative and said to the soldiers around him who were looking at the whole bunch of weapons and riding in Beirong with hatred.

"It's not..."

"Madam, don't insult us. We have to wash away the shame with blood."

"Madam, order it. Today, I lost my life here, and I will never allow others to slander the man who defend our land like this."

"Yes, wash away the shame with blood and protect our loved ones with life. Please ask your wife to order."

Seeing the red faces that have been filled with blood at this moment, Changsun Huan smiled with satisfaction. He suddenly pulled out the sword around his waist and roared hard: "Okay..., then I will give you a chance to wash away the shame. Generals and soldiers, pull out the sword in your hands and wave it hard. Your Pu Dao, follow Mrs. Ben and rush up. Kill these arrogant Northerners and show your courage with their blood.

After roaring, Changsun Huanxuan spread his cloak behind him, clamped his legs with his legs, and took the lead in attacking the approaching northern rider.

Tens of thousands of horses galloped, and the sound of countless horses' hoofs sounded all over the original silent grassland at this moment. In the bursts of roar, an indescribable blood has gradually spread quietly on the northern grassland far away from the capital.

From this day on, the shame that Bei Rong once brought to the land will be cleaned up today. And a nightmare that has enveloped the nomads of the northern grassland for hundreds of years has also quietly begun to cover the grassland of thousands of miles.

After a moment, Changsun Huanying and the more than 200 soldiers behind him had come to the place where they rode an arrow in Beirong. They saw Changsun Huanying suddenly grab the reins and roared harshly: "Arrow... The javelin thrower is ready."

As soon as the words fell, more than 200 well-trained soldiers in the Mingsha camp neatly put down the weapons in their hands, picked up the long bow from the horse's belly, and shot the arrow in their hands.

While everyone was shooting, the Beirong rider gradually approached everyone. One by one, Bei Rong, dressed in simple fur, waved the saber in his hand hard and roared harshly. From their excited look, Changsun Huanxuan clearly saw a faint look of contempt and strong greed.

"From today on. The map of the northern grassland will be rewritten in the hands of my eldest grandson Huanxuan. The regret of history will be changed by my eldest grandson Huanxuan. He snorted coldly in his heart. Changsun Huanying looked at the Beirong rider who had gradually come to less than 100 meters in front of everyone. He raised the whip in his hand at one time and roared harshly: "Jiard projection. The soldiers pulled out their horses and retreated.

Hearing Changsun Huanying's words, all the soldiers of the Mingsha camp were obviously stunned. They didn't know why Mrs. Ying, who was still cheering their military heart with heroic words, suddenly put forward the order to retreat, but these soldiers of the Mingsha camp soldiers were trained in the barracks for a long time. Blood soldier, although everyone was very dissatisfied at this moment, he still obeyed Changsun Huanxuan's order. After projecting the javelin in his hand, he followed Changsun Huanxuan to retreat.

A fluffy javelin passed through the sky and stabbed into the Beirong horse, who was no longer than 100 meters away. A sad and painful roar has resounded on the ten thousand miles of grassland at this moment.

It was just a short salve and a javelin projection. Changsun Huanying led his subordinates to tear a long mouth in the excited Beirong riding. He slapped the heart of those arrogant Beirong riders fiercely.

At this moment, all the Beirong riders were a little confused. Is this still the guard soldiers who ran away when they saw them on the grassland? The surging blood, the sad and indignant roar, and the undisguised gaze like wolf hatred made them confused at this moment.

And Beirong's riding can't help but be the elite. Their fierce and fearless spirit has also been interpreted at this moment. Although they were stunned by such abruptly as the eldest grandson Huanying, a moment later, these Beirong riders, who did not know what death is, set off an angry saber at once and roared harshly. He patted the horse and chased after Changsun Huanxuan and others.

At this time, the first to be buried under the angry Beirong tour horse hooves was not the 200 Mingsha camp soldiers led by Changsun Huanying, but those who fell to the ground by the arrows and javelin of the Mingsha camp.

A bloody and painful roar resounded through the whole grassland in an instant. From time to time, it was mixed with angry scolding and faint crying.

Hearing the voice behind, Changsun Huanxuan's beautiful face under the black veil scarf also showed a touch of intolerance, but a moment later, he saw Changsun Huanxuan's sudden face stunned and roared, "All the generals and soldiers obey the order. Free scattering.

Another round of endless arrows, and the roar like death, cut through the sky and plunged into the approaching Beirong rider.

This move of Changsun Huanxuan. At this moment, it has also deeply angered those fierce Beirong riders who are not afraid of death. He only heard them roaring angrily and chased after Changsun Huanxuan and others.

See this situation. Changsun Huanxuan not only did not have a trace of urgency, but also smiled with satisfaction. This is exactly the purpose of what she did today, completely angering this small range of Beirong Youqi. Only when they lose their reason can they attract these Beirong Youqi to chase and kill them irrationally. However, the ambush strategy of Changsun Huanxuan and Lu Zisang was successful.

"Stop shooting, and the soldiers turn to Bison Valley."

With a muffled hum, Changsun Huanying turned around and looked at the Beirong Youqi behind him, who raised the rolling wolf flame, and said coldly to Shao Jianping, "Vice General Shao, send a message to General Lu. The Bison Valley set up an ambush and annihilated all the ridings in Beirong.

Lingshan Palace.

Zhuo Ruitong sat on the sandalwood chair, holding a delicate purple sand teacup in one hand, took a sip, and looked at the direction outside Youliang Pass with a worried look. For a moment, Zhuo Ruitong fell into a trance.

It has been a while since Zuo Xianwang left Weijun. In the past few days, Lu Zisang, who is in Youliang Pass, has passed back the plan set by Changsun Huanying to ambush Beirong Youqi.

After receiving Lu Zisong's biography of Flying Eagle, Zhuo Ruitong fell into a long-term meditation.

It can be said that Zhuo Ruitong has seen everything in his heart after Changsun Huanying came to Weijun. In the past, the lively and cunning beautiful girl had a trace of extreme after being betrayed by her beloved. Looking at such a long-term grandson Huanxuan, Zhuo Ruitong was very painful at the bottom of his heart.

If possible, Zhuo Ruitong really wants to abandon the fame and fortune in the secular world. The bearer, Changsun Huanxuan, found a beautiful mountain forest and countryside to live a life like a fairy couple.

But none of this can be decided by Zhuo Ruitong. The eldest grandson Huanxuan, who has suffered great changes, has already recognized his lively and cunning in the past. Although the current eldest grandson Huanxuan has a great hatred, Zhuo Ruitong knows in his heart that there is still this kind of doubt in the bottom of Changsun Huanxuan's heart, or it can be said that resentment is not impossible.

That's why Zhuo Yuancan watched her drink poisoned wine with his own eyes, but was indifferent. For the current eldest grandson Huanxuan, I'm afraid this is the spiritual pillar of her survival.

In such a situation, Changsun Huanxuan, Zhuo Ruitong felt a slight twitch at the bottom of his heart every time he saw it, and a faint feeling of heartache made Zhuo Ruitong even a little afraid to meet Changsun Huanxuan. However, in the depths of Zhuo Ruitong's heart, the sincere feelings hidden since childhood often make Zhuo Ruitong unable to control his consciousness. Even if he endures the slight pain in his heart, Zhuo Ruitong can't help appearing in front of Changsun Huan from time to time, giving her a broad shoulder, one that can temporarily let Changsun Huan The place where the heart that is about to break up and shakes helpless is temporarily settled down.

He shook his head with a bitter face. Zhuo Ruitong temporarily suppressed the irritability in his heart, picked up Lu Zisong from the sandalwood table to pass on the information transmitted by the flying eagle, and checked it carefully.

After a long time, Zhuo Ruitong slowly put away the brocade hand and whispered to himself, "Maybe Huanxuan can really bring me a surprise."

If Huanying can really give Beirong Youqi a heavy plan outside the Youliang Pass, then with his conversation with Beirong Zuo Xianwang, Zhuo Ruitong feels that the biggest threat of Beirong may be really relieved.

"Where is Zhou Yanting?" Putting down the purple sand teacup in his hand, Zhuo Ruitong's face slowly sank and shouted in a low voice outside the palace.

As soon as the voice fell, Zhou Yanting, dressed in a uniform, had already walked in. At this time, Zhou Yanting's face was red, and a faint evil spirit had rushed to Zhuo Ruitong when he first entered the palace.

Seeing this expression, Zhuo Ruitong frowned slightly and said to Zhou Yanting in a condensed voice, "General Zhou, have you been able to handle all the tasks I have assigned to you?"

With a cold and ferocious smile, Zhou Yanting saluted Zhuo Ruitong respectfully and said in a low voice, "King Wei, it's completely done."

"Oh..., let's talk about it. What did Wen Jian recruit?" Zhuo Ruitong looked happy and gently tapped the sandalwood table with his hand. He asked Zhou Yanting with great interest.

"King Wei, according to Wen Jian's confession, he was once one of the eighteen riders under the throne of King Fu Li of Northern Rong. A few years ago, he was selected by King Zuo Xian to sneak into Wei County and began to inquire about information for the Beirong Wangting. Zhou Yanting smiled coldly and said to Zhuo Ruitong with a slight anger.

"In this way, is the information Ye Suhe gave to me true?" With a thoughtful look on his face, Zhuo Ruitong knocked on the table with his hand and said to himself faintly.

"Wei Wang's magic calculation. The information you gave me was exactly the same as what Wen Jian confessed. Originally, Wen Jian was still stubborn, but after the general told me the information that King Wei told me, Wen Jian was dumbfounded at that time. In the end, I had no choice but to confess everything. Zhou Yanting smiled freely, looked at Zhuo Ruitong with admiration, and said respectfully.