[Weird Man] Abduct a prince to warm the bed

The city that was sleeping under the dark night was exhausted, and the sounds of the last pain came from every corner miserably.The military doctor walked among the wounded soldiers with his tired figure, and even words of persuasion could not alleviate the pain.

Sanniang couldn't bear it, and helped the military doctor to treat the wounds of the wounded. She frowned slightly on her pretty face, and softly comforted the trembling soldier: "Don't be afraid, the rotten flesh will heal, so bear with it."

Bupleurum put the medicine box on the ground, opened it to dispense the medicine, and said, "Sanniang, why don't you go and rest? I'm here."

Sanniang shook her head: "I'm needed here."

Chai Hu wanted to reassure Li Gexiao that nothing would happen, but he was afraid that she would be overwhelmed, so he didn't mention it.He just said, "Pay attention to yourself." He carried the medicine box to the next place.

They resisted desperately, more than half of them were killed or injured, and only then did they drive the enemy back a little.Li Gexiao's whereabouts are still unknown.

Someone came with porridge, and one soldier shared a bowl, and the soldiers behind followed with buckets, collected the bowls, washed them, and continued to distribute them.The emperor wore armor and led a group of soldiers to inspect.The soldiers on both sides looked ashamed, and occasionally some had their arms hanging up, while the other hand was still holding the gun tightly; or their heads were wrapped in gauze, and the blood was coagulated on their faces, only two hazy eyes could be seen; Another serious person was lying on a stretcher with one leg missing, and passed out from the pain.But when they saw the emperor, they still felt warm in their hearts, supported their weak bodies, looked at the emperor firmly, and called out affectionately, "Your Majesty."

The emperor's eyes were slightly wet, he nodded heavily, and said in a trembling voice: "Thanks for your hard work." The person opposite was tearful and grateful.The emperor suppressed his emotions and moved forward slowly.Standing by the wall was a short soldier, with blood-soaked gauze around his neck, dusty face, shrewd eyes, and a tall and straight figure.He was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and his stature was not yet fully developed. He was wearing a military uniform that did not match, and was enduring pain that he shouldn't have to endure.

The emperor slowly approached him, he wriggled his lips and called out with difficulty: "Your Majesty."

The emperor immediately took up the words: "I don't talk if it's inconvenient. How did you mess with your neck?"

The person beside him replied: "The Tatar rushed up, he hit the ground with others, and was cut by a machete."

The emperor had pity in his eyes, but the soldier said happily, "I killed the three Tatars."

Tears welled up in his eyes again, and the emperor suppressed it: "You are a role model for everyone and an honor for your family."

Xiao Bing shook his head: "Your Majesty, I, I don't have any family members anymore." Recalling the memory, he began to sob, touching the wound, his immature face was in unbearable pain.

The emperor shed a tear and bowed his head in silence.The soldiers beside him also burst into tears.How many people lost their families.The emperor raised his head again, and praised in a deep voice: "You are amazing, I will remember you, I will remember you." He turned and walked quickly, not wanting to be overwhelmed by emotions, nor could he be overwhelmed.There were still low voices calling for the emperor beside him, but he didn't stay any longer, he only stopped when he reached the top of the city wall.Outside the city gate, corpses were strewn all over the field, blood clotted into a net.In the distance, there is some faint light. I don't know if it is the enemy's fireworks or the dawn?

And should he cross this darkness to find it, or stay here and wait for it to come?It was extremely cold at the heights, and the icy wind blew on his face like skin and bones.This is just a small city, which is no match for thousands of troops; this is just a multiplication country, and no match for cruel fate.

War, or surrender, are all creatures.

Autumn cold sweeps like a beast.

The dense fog is like rain, and the tiny particles pierce the exposed skin like needles.

Qiu Luan stood on the tower of Dongzhimen, overlooking the distance, the smoke was billowing and the flames were soaring into the sky, as if he could hear the mournful wailing coming from him.

The general beside him asked: "General, do you want to attack?"

Qiu Luan's face was as cold as stone: "Are you sure you can beat them back? If you are not sure, just guard the city gate."

The general lowered his eyes, not daring to ask any more questions.Qiu Luan left with a flick of his sleeves, the general took two steps forward, seeing the thick smoke rising from a place like purgatory in the distance, he couldn't bear it, and sighed heavily.

The sky will be bright, among the mountains and mountains, riding and galloping.

Xiaomei Yunhe returned to the court with the remaining soldiers, leading the army to serve as the king.The danger of breaking out of the siege is close to death, even if it is close to the imperial city at this moment, there are many obstacles.

I Da's troops divided into several groups, ransacked the imperial city, and the tombs of the emperors where the emperor lived were also robbed. The Ming Dynasty was surrounded by enemies and ambushed on all sides. The only hope was to fight to the death.

To die without daring to be afraid.

Suddenly a stone rolled down from the cliff of the stream road, the horse stopped and neighed, and before he could think about it, large and small stones rolled down from the top of the cliff like hail.It is hard to defend against open and hidden arrows.The two horses couldn't avoid it, were hit by their hooves, staggered and fell to the ground, the person on their backs fell down, then got up quickly, stepped onto the back of the other horse, and rode forward together.This place is the last pass from the imperial city, crossing this mountain stream, the road ahead is open.The enemy also knew how powerful it was, and set up an ambush here, waiting for their arrival.A confidant commanded separately from the left and the right, and the crowd turned their horses and walked under the cliff in two separate ways.

The stone formation rested for a while, and another spear and iron arrow shot down one after another.Seeing an arrow flying from the side, Yunhe dodged it sideways.He hurriedly looked at Xiaomei, Xiaomei's martial arts skills surpassed that of the past, and he could always avoid arrows approaching.There was a scream behind him, someone must have been injured.Yunhe turned his head and saw that one person had been hit by an arrow and fell off his horse. He wanted to get up, but he was hit by another arrow and fell to the ground like a stone.Two miles ahead, you can cross the mountain stream.Yunhe swung his whip hard on the horse's back, and the horse roared and ran as hard as it could.Unexpectedly, there was a row of dead leaves in front of him, and the fire came like rain, and the raging fire shot up into the sky in an instant.The rider screamed again and again.Countless thin ropes fell from the cliffs on both sides, and Tatar soldiers leaped down like locusts, pulling the ropes.

Yunhe sword was out of its sheath, Xiaomei was holding a flying knife, and everyone gripped their weapons tightly, wary of the running enemy.The enemy camp surrounded them heavily, and all of them pointed their scimitars straight.Two of them were dressed strangely, like nocturnal bats, with two swords in both hands, staring at Xiaomei and Yunhe respectively.Xiaomei knew the weapon, she saw it in the restaurant that day, and discussed with Gege that they must be Mongolian assassins.Xiaomei whispered to Yunhe, "Be careful."

Yunhe nodded lightly, still wary of the other party.

The pass is imminent, and we must escape in any case.The people set up their positions and went up to face the enemy.Swords, lights and swords, sorrow and wailing, all echoed in this square inch mountain stream.Hidden weapons were limited, so Xiaomei put down her long-distance attack and turned to close combat. He drew a soft sword from his waist, twitched his wrist, and the sword's energy passed through, and his skin was ripped apart.Even so, those Tatars still did not flinch, and came forward with shouts.The two people in strange costumes tossed and turned in the dark, and if there seemed to be no moves, this time they wanted to exhaust them.

Yunhe cut off the arm of the person who raised the sword with a sword, and the screams echoed through the sky. He didn't care, and when he saw the figures of the two people in strange clothes, he jumped up with his strength and swung his sword away.One person was alerted to Yunhe's attack, his body flashed, and he disappeared like a puff of green smoke.Yunhe pointed his sword at the sky and jumped up. Seeing the man dodging in a hurry, he turned his wrist and swung the long sword horizontally, chasing after him.The man smoked again and disappeared.There was a scream on the ground, and one person's head burst into blood.

Xiaomei heard the sound, and quickly dodged, dodging the horizontal knife.The confidant not far away avoided it and was cut in the middle.Xiaomei was startled, but also angry, and quickly chased after her, her soft sword was like a snake, and her sword energy was overwhelming.The man smoked again, but he was still gone.Mongolia has its shadows, who have learned the art of transformation and can transform into various appearances.This one, code-named Smoke Shadow, transforms into green smoke, charming the naked eye, after all, it is just a way to cover up the eyes.Xiaomei called "Yunhe".Yunhe turned back to look at him, understood, lightly kung fu over the head, and approached another changed person.The man turned into sand, codenamed Sha Ying, wandering among the elite soldiers, took the opportunity to sneak attack, many of them were brutally murdered, Yunhe watched his movements, and swung his sword blade at those who were vulnerable to sneak attack, forcing them to show up.Seeing his real body, Xiaomei clenched the poison dart tightly.As Yunhe approached again, Shaying was broken and appeared again.Xiaomei saw the timing, threw a dart, and successfully hit it.Hearing a scream, Sha Ying staggered a few steps, leaped away, but could no longer hide.Seeing this, Qing Xiao stabbed the enemy's chest with a knife in a dangerous manner, and chased after the injured Sha Ying.

Misty Shadow burst out bursts of blue smoke, and approached Yunhe with lightning speed, raised his knife and slashed, Yunhe dodged and swung his sword to fight.Xiaomei has no skills to separate herself and is trapped among more than a dozen Tatars. At this moment, she has no intention of caring about the opinions of all living beings. Only by ruthless killing can she have a chance of survival.

There were no Tatars twisting ropes down the cliff, but the ground was covered in black and covered with brown clothes like a carpet.At the pass, the flames dimmed, and the cold wind rolled up the ashes with stars, blowing the sky full of smoke and dust.

The hazy morning light gradually penetrated from outside the pass, like a ray of dawn, illuminating this place of purgatory.Where Xiaomei's soft sword passed, blood splashed, as if blooming gorgeous flowers on his white clothes, the enemy was either dead or injured, and they followed each other.

Yunhe followed Yanying and intercepted him at a faster speed than him. The other party knew that he stretched out his hand vigorously and called out. A group of people pointed their spears at him and threw them at him. He had no time to think and jumped into the sky. Yan Ying took the opportunity to catch up and caught him off guard.With no leverage, Yunhe couldn't turn around.Seeing this, Xiaomei kicked one person away, and used him as a hidden weapon to hit the smoke shadow.The man had to change his moves and kill the visitor.Yunhe quickly turned around, also attacking him dizzily, the blade slashed across his arm, breaking his invisibility.But he pulled one person to stand in front of Yunhe, and fled away.Xiaomei chased after him and turned over to block him. The man sprinkled a handful of poisonous powder, Xiaomei jumped up and threw a hidden weapon, seriously injuring him.The man vomited blood, seeing that Xiaomei was fine, he actually smiled: "Hehe, did Qi Xijin treat you too well?"

Xiaomei asked angrily, "What did you say?"

"Why did he die? Didn't he want you? He still has to thank me. If it wasn't for me, how could he have sex with you?"

"It was you who poisoned him!" Little Meton was struck like an iron rod, arousing infinite anger. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he swung his soft sword fiercely, cutting off his neck.

In the narrow mountain stream, corpses are everywhere.All the soldiers who broke through the siege have been scattered, and they are fighting against the siege of the enemy alone.The pass is less than ten feet ahead, victory is imminent, or there is a way to escape.Seeing this, everyone took out the remaining ammunition and hand guns, looked for an opportunity to light the fuse, and threw them at the besieged enemies at the pass.The rumbling sound was deafening, accompanied by screams, resounding through the sky.The pass was clearly visible, Xiaomei blew the whistle in a hurry, Shayan came quickly, and the rest of the surviving horses followed. He got on the horse, and while removing the obstacles blocking the way with a soft sword, he galloped close to Yunhe.Yunhe got on the horse and sat behind him, then galloped to the barrier.

After passing through the pass, one can see the continents vertically and horizontally, without distinguishing the direction.However, there was a sound of horns, and the ground shook, as if there was a feeling of landslides and ground cracks.Everyone looked sideways and saw horses pressing down on the border not far away, large and small flags fluttering in the wind, and thousands of Tatars supported I Da, marching forward, but they couldn't hear a single voice.

Everyone was startled, and then they went out of the wolf's mouth and into the tiger's den.The confidant called urgently: "My lord, let's go." They all slapped their horses with whips and galloped forward.The Tatars who rushed out of the pass followed closely behind, hoping that these dozens of mounts could have flying skills and escape from danger.

For some reason behind them, there were bursts of tragic horse crowing. The galloping horses heard the wailing and wanted to get rid of their burdens and run for their lives.The people were so anxious that they kept beating, and the horses kicked and screamed in fright, and turned to attack.At the moment of danger, one's own strength is very weak, so one can only give it up.Those who stayed behind were drowned in the flow of Tatars who followed, resisted weakly, and died heroically.

Behind them, the Tatar army approached like a flood. The people in the back row sat upside down on horseback, filled guns, and raised their guns to shoot. The Tatars collapsed, and they followed up like a stormy sea.

Buzzing horns sounded, dozens of horses galloped with all their strength, and then heard the clang of iron cavalry, and the Mongolian cavalry was dispatched.Xiaomei couldn't help but tighten her hand holding the reins, feeling faintly worried. The Mongolian soldiers were good at riding. This time, the horses ran unimpeded in the open land. They were outnumbered, and their chances of escape were slim.

There was a scream, and one person shouted: "My lord, go away." The sound of blood splattered as soon as the voice fell.The cavalry is approaching.Accompanied by the sound of weapons and ammunition hitting, the enemy and ourselves have fallen into a stalemate.They broke through the siege, abandoned their heavy armor and went into battle lightly. When they met the enemy's elite cavalry, they lost a piece of their battle robes.It is already too much to carry guns with you, so you can only fight with cold weapons.Xiaomei Yunhe rode together, it was not easy to attack and defend, the armored man in front of him pointed his spear straight, and the two lowered their waists to dodge each other, Xiaomei saw that the iron cavalry exposed a little belly, so the software scratched the horse's belly, and the horse fell to the ground in pain, piercing the armor The man fell, got up quickly, hooked Shayan's hoof with his spear, Yunhe slapped the horse's butt, Shayan's hind hoofs were raised high, and escaped, Yunhe threw a hidden weapon and injured him.As soon as Sha Yan landed, the iron cavalry on the left and right sides rushed forward again.Xiaomei Yunhe took the move from left to right.As a last resort, Xiaomei got off the horse, grabbed the spear stabbed by the man, used her strength to flip into the air, landed behind him, kicked his back, and kicked the man off the horse.As soon as Xiaomei landed on the back of the iron cavalry, another spear swept towards him, he jumped up to dodge again, turned sideways in the air, twisted the soft sword, and attacked the arm of the spear, the soft sword struck the iron armor, making a rubbing sound, sparks Splashing in all directions, Xiaomei lifted up the blade of the sword, and the blade cut through the neck of the armor-piercing person in the gap.Suddenly hearing the sound of gliding in the air, Xiaomei turned her head and saw a cold arrow heading towards Yunhe. He used his strength to jump over and wanted to block it with his sword, but he was still a little slower. Although the arrow was crooked, it was still pointing towards Yunhe, so he had no time to think Blocking it with his body, the tip of the arrow sank into his chest.

"Xiaomei." Yunhe called urgently, hugging Xiaomei sideways, not caring about being trapped in prison.Seeing this, the cronies around immediately surrounded him and attacked the enemy.Xiaomei's face was pale, covered with fine sweat, the arrow was deflected, its strength was greatly reduced, but it also penetrated into the flesh.Xiaomei hurriedly pressed the wound with a scarf as gauze, and called Yunhe reluctantly: "You take the arrow." Yunhe didn't have time to think, he believed Xiaomei, held the arrow, and pulled it out forcefully.Xiaomei was trembling in pain, the hand pressing the scarf was already weak, blood was gushing from the wound, Yunhe hurriedly covered him tightly with the scarf.The comrades at his side protected them tightly.The enemy cavalry surrounded them heavily.

"Xiaomei, are you okay?" Yunhe hugged him, couldn't see his face, and was even more worried. He was vigilant while greeting.Xiaomei slowly raised her hand to cover Yunhe's hand, and pushed Yunhe with her fingertips, Yunhe let go of her hand in worry, Xiaomei covered herself, and turned to look at Yunhe.He endured the pain on his face dripping with sweat, and there seemed to be thousands of friendships in his eyes, and he looked at him reluctantly.

Yunhe didn't know what he was going to do, but he had never seen Xiaomei like this before, as if they would say goodbye forever in the next moment.Yunhe panicked for a moment, and seemed to understand something.Xiaomei's eyebrows and eyes were affectionate, and she called out with difficulty: "Let's go."

"Let's go together." Yunhe helped him up.Wanting to ask him to get on the horse, he brushed Yunhe's hand away, and said softly, "Go up and pull me." Yunhe didn't think too much, got on the horse, stretched out his hand, Xiaomei smiled slightly, and slapped the horse's hip On the first day, Sha Yan ran out in a panic, Yunhe stopped the horse in panic, Xiaomei kept blowing the whistle, Sha Yan flew like flying, took advantage of the fight to find a gap, and left the encirclement.

"Sand Yan, stop, stop quickly, call out." Yunhe called out while subduing it, but it also seemed to know the seriousness of the situation, so it just ran desperately.There were cavalry behind him who found him fleeing and turned to chase him, but Sha Yan had already left them far behind.

Xiaomei covered her wound, and stared at Yunhe's retreating back obsessively, her bright eyes were full of reluctance, and for a moment, she exuded infinite determination. She regained her soft sword, mounted her horse, and tried her best to fight against the enemy.Hundreds of cavalry surrounded dozens of them.They are like a flat boat on a turbulent river, and if they are not careful, they will be lost forever.He didn't hear Yunhe's voice again, so he must have left safely.Xiaomei gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and fought against the enemy with one hand.He ordered: "Everyone should run away if they can, and don't sacrifice needlessly." As soon as the words fell, a long knife was swung at him, and he dodged hastily, the wound was pulled in severe pain.The confidant pulled him to persuade him: "Mr. He, you should quickly find a way to leave."

The swords and swords around him are like shadows, and there are guns everywhere.In the blink of an eye, the people who broke through the siege were no more than thirty, unkempt and exhausted, and they still did not flinch.Xiaomei made up her mind, slapped the mount under her body, and it headed towards the direction of An Da's army. Xiaomei was as powerful as a bamboo, and the cavalry on both sides gave way one after another, and then followed closely behind him.Seeing him like this, the cronies couldn't bear the heartache, they didn't dare to call out loudly, they only fought back vigorously, finally they found a chance to escape safely and escaped safely.

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the army, Xiaomei slapped the mount harder.He didn't know how much life he could get in exchange for this, but right now it was the only chance he could gamble.He has never been so fearless and fearless as at this moment. He is on the back of a galloping horse, surrounded by the past: he is intoxicated on the stage, Ge Ge and Hu Ge are sitting below, San Niang flies down from the roof, Yu Mo Giving him a birthday present, Yunhe hugged him tightly by the water... Later, all these beautiful things changed. In the past, there were the ruins of Xiangcao Town, the white bones of Baihe Town, and the thousands of troops in the mausoleum...In an instant All of them were screened in this short distance.He was afraid of pain, he hesitated about his feelings, he was timid, he had many small problems, he had many regrets, and now, it is the past.He watched the comrades who lived and died together at the hands of desperate enemies one by one, he saw the life of the one he loved was hanging by a thread, and he saw that this great river and mountain was about to flow into rivers of blood, so he was willing, relieved, and also More fearless.He understands Yumo's "line of hope", admires her childlike affection, and feels sorry for Yunhe's heart - "family, country and world are everything".Perhaps, he can also do something meaningful, even if it is trivial.

He galloped like a tiger among the heavy cavalry, parrying spears and dodging swords.But no matter how mighty he is, he is still just a person with a mortal body.He was so weak that his vision was beginning to blur.A stick fell heavily on his back, and he fell off his horse.The impact made him dizzy, and the pain made him awake again. In his dim eyes, he could only see the weapons around him like demons that wanted to eat people, threatening him, and he had no strength left to fear.

The horse's hooves gradually retreated to the two sides, and another horse's hoof approached slowly. I was supported by two generals, looking down at Xiaomei who was powerless to resist on the ground, as if staring at the thousands of elite soldiers of Ming Dynasty, exuding infinite hostility.

The sun poked out its plain face from the clouds, and on this flat land, only stumps, broken arms, broken knives, and countless wild souls remained.