Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

Chapter 102 After Becoming Gao Wei, Cousin Chang Gong Killed Crazy ()

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Sunge pretended to count with his fingers, and said solemnly, "That's right, Xinben Hall, good luck."

Being able to pinch and count is a necessary means to walk the rivers and lakes and be deceived.

It doesn't matter if you are right or wrong, you have to put your posture in order.

This is one of the criteria for the summary of the Lord God's appearance.

Lu Lingxuan's face was dark, and his life was at stake, so the young man didn't have to play tricks like this.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Northern Qi Dynasty turned into a magic stick, what kind of evil taste this must be, forgive him for being hard to agree with.

"Your Highness, are you serious?"

Lu Lingxuan asked persistently.

Sunge nodded, "It's more real than pearls."

"Sister, the key to the Battle of Luoyang lies in Jinyong City."

"Jimyong City is broken, and Luoyang is in danger."

"If Jinyong City's troubles are solved, then Luoyang's troubles will also be solved."

"Sister, calm down."

She traveled all the way to Luoyang just to witness the miracle of King Lanling breaking through the siege of people with cavalry under the cold moon.

After all, hearing is believing, seeing is believing.

For Gao Changgong, King of Lanling, in the hearts of later generations, the meaning of beauty's early death is difficult to understand, which is far higher than his never-failed battles in his life.

Gao Changgong, left endless reverie for future generations.

They come, the security.

Now that she has become Gao Wei, she blindly dislikes and escapes meaninglessness, and she has never been a person who complains about herself.

Rather than waiting to die in troubled times, she prefers to open up a new path in a desperate situation.

Gao Changgong was her choice.

The Gao family, a rare normal person.

Besides, now we can only try our luck.

Duan Shao, Hu Luguang, Gao Changgong, each led an army, fighting in the dark, and blooming everywhere, how difficult it is to join.

Maybe it was like a headless chicken getting into the encirclement of Bei Zhou.

For both public and private purposes, Yong Kim City is the most suitable choice at the moment.

"Then I will listen to Your Highness." Lu Lingxuan pondered slightly, gritted her teeth, her eyes showed determination and fierceness, "Go to Jinyong City."

Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, fight hard.

Sunge admired Lu Lingxuan's decisiveness.

Such a person not only has plans in his mind, but also can make decisions when he decides to do so, which is really not easy.

The guards moved upon hearing the order without any doubts.

His Majesty issued an order to escort the prince, and the prince's judgment shall prevail all the way.

Sun Ge, Lu Lingxuan and his party nestled on the hill outside Jinyong City, watching the movement below the mountain, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The setting sun was like blood, dyed the sky red, and also dyed the ancient city wall full of holes. Under the continuous throwing and impact of the trebuchet, the city wall was crumbling.

The swords and arrows were wrapped in sackcloth and kerosene, and the sound of breaking wind continued, piercing the sky densely, and the sky-high flames, wrapped in a pungent stench, flew towards the few wounded soldiers on the city wall.

The huge battering ram hit the iron birch city gate, and the city gate was shaking and crumbling. It seemed that the last line of defense of Jinyong City would be broken by Bei Zhou in the next second.

There were wailing and screaming, and from time to time, soldiers in armor fell down from the city wall and died unexpectedly. After being trampled, they became a puddle of mud.

Sunge closed her eyes, and opened them for a moment. She didn't know when the heavenly soldiers would arrive, but she couldn't stand and watch.

The blood stains that fainted the moment the soldier fell to the ground were like magic sounds, constantly torturing her.

Jinyong City was besieged for a long time, food and grass were cut off, and there were heavy casualties, but from the generals to the soldiers, no one escaped and abandoned the city. It seems that as long as the last person is still alive, Jinyong City will always be Jinyong City in the Northern Qi Dynasty.

The city guards were desperate and tragic, waiting for the arrival of reinforcements, waiting for reinforcements.

Perhaps, what the city of Yong Jin needs most at this time is a ray of hope, to tear a hole in the despair and death that has shrouded for many days.

"Are you afraid of death?"

Sunge stood up and raised her head and chest, looking at the hundreds of guards neatly guarding her, her voice was low, but her fighting spirit was high.

These hundreds of guards are well-equipped, and their armor is shining. They are all personal guards that Gao Zhan worked hard to cultivate when he was the king of Changguang.

These hundreds of people may not be without a fight.

"Let His Highness assign you."

The chief guard cupped his hands, neither humble nor overbearing.

Sunge raised his hand, and then dropped it. Hundreds of guards rode their horses with long guns and rushed down the mountain road in unison.

"Your Highness!"

Just when Sunge was about to rush into the battlefield with his guards, Lu Lingxuan firmly held down his shoulders.

Lu Lingxuan shook her head indisputably, "Your Highness, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall."

"Also, you are still a child."

An eight-year-old child is like an ant in the eyes of those big, three, rough, and powerful men on the battlefield.

The sword has no eyes, and the horse's hooves fly wildly.

Sun Ge raised his head, "Sister, there has never been a gentleman in the Gao family."

"No, maybe there is someone, but it's definitely not me."

In the Gao family of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Gao Changgong was the only one who could be called a gentleman.

"His Royal Highness is the Prince of Northern Qi, the future king of Northern Qi."

Sunge stepped on the stirrup and got on the horse.

Sitting on the majestic horseback is a young man with red lips, white eyebrows and picturesque eyes, weird but amazing.

Sunge's ears twitched slightly, his face beaming with joy, "Also, the magic soldiers that His Highness is waiting for have arrived."

"Sister, this battle should be regarded as you and me, a new chapter in Beiqi."

In the empty valley, only Lu Lingxuan and a servant looked at each other, speechless.

"Children are fearless, so why are you and I afraid of death?"

She and His Highness have long been linked by destiny.

Lu Lingxuan followed Sunge closely, drinking lightly, and rushed to the battlefield.

Today, she is not a palace slave, not a county lord, but a heroic female general.

The wind was whistling, hot blood sprayed on his cheeks, his vision was blurred, his mind was dazed, and he mechanically waved the long sword in his hand.

Gao Changgong, the king of Lanling in white and silver armor, was stunned for a moment when he looked at the king's flag fluttering and fluttering on the battlefield from a distance.

Your Majesty's personal guard?
Could it be that His Majesty is here?
Gao Changgong had no time to think about it, and led five hundred cavalry into the encirclement of Northern Zhou by surprise.

With the halberd in hand, you can pick it up and sweep it across, no one can stop it.

Wherever they pass, there are all the corpses of the enemy soldiers, and the real man is in charge of the gate.

The blood-stained fang mask became even more terrifying.

At this time, Gao Changgong's vicious aura was terrifying, like an evil ghost from the underworld, which made people frightened.

The offensive of the Northern Zhou Dynasty was blocked, and the situation was in chaos.

Among the arrows and broken stones, Gao Changgong was like a god of killing. He took the lead and charged into the battle. He forcibly broke the minds of the soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and couldn't help but feel like retreating.

Aren't the soldiers of Northern Qi afraid of pain or death?
First, without anyone knowing it, a group of guards with high martial arts skills and extraordinary skills rushed out and held the Northern Qi king's flag high, breaking up the formation of Northern Zhou, and then such a big killing god with a fang mask rushed out, flying a long halberd. There is nowhere to live.

It's ridiculous to say that the circle surrounded by tens of thousands of people was torn apart by Qianqi just like that.

(End of this chapter)