long old

Clasping hands together, he shouted to Rong Shu, "The rebel army is gathering outside the city and is about to enter the city. I hope that the emperor will make the next step as soon as possible."

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After the two finished speaking, they were both startled.

Rong Mo quickly reacted and repeated his own words first.

Rong Shu immediately turned pale, and asked in a low voice: "The news is true?"

"Well, it's absolutely true." Rong Mo's tone became serious, but there was still a casual smile in the corner of his eyes, lazily, as if he didn't care.

He repeated what Jian Yue had said to him, and Rong Shu squatted down with a headache.

He is the emperor, no matter what turbulent waves he is facing, he must make a decision without any waves, at least not show it on his face.

No regrets, no matter how big a mistake you have made in your actions, you must never regret it. You can only look at the road in front of you and make a choice.

Rong Shu glanced at the civil and military officials beside him who were still immersed in shock, and gave the order slowly but firmly: "General Yu, Chief Guard Jiang, you go first to the military department in the city to get tiger charms, command the guards in the palace, and the Imperial Forest Army Join the fight."

"Li Yan, go to the post station and send an emergency military report to General Yang who is guarding the northwest. Immediately draft an order to transfer back the troops that can be urgently used in nearby towns to the capital."

"Old Yan Ge, you and the rest of the cabinet ministers are going to negotiate with the rebels."

"The clan quickly evacuated."

"Prince, Seventh Prince, immediately follow me to Hyogo to collect weapons and armor and command the battle."

"The rest of the ministers, assist the previous main ministers in action!"

Every time he said a word, the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs became more sober in his chaotic thinking like paste. The last sentence was so loud that it broke the original harmonious atmosphere, leaving only fragments on the ground, which seemed to have never existed.

"My ministers take orders!" They were extremely efficient, and followed Rong Shu's instructions very submissively and habitually to complete their own tasks.

Rong Mo was taken aback, apparently never expecting such a result, and then followed Mo Xuan and Rong Shu mechanically, riding their horses and rushing back to Qiyang Palace in the capital, like ordinary people.

"Where is Jian Yue now?" Rong Shu suddenly asked through gritted teeth while riding a horse, his voice was distorted and blurred by the wind blowing in front of him.

Rong Shu was indeed on the verge of going mad. He let Jian Yue go, partly because he was thinking about the old relationship. Although Mu Yao and Jian Yue had been in power for more than ten years, they had done a lot of messy and evil things under his nose, but After all, it also promoted years of peace and well-being.

Moreover, Mu Yao and Jian Yue have always been affectionate uncles and nephews. Just after Mu Yao was assassinated, he would be his own, which is too nostalgic.

On the other hand, it is because Jian Yue holds his biggest secret in his hands.Although he may not have noticed it himself, it inevitably made Rong Shu vigilant.

Rong Mo: "Dead."

"Dead?" Rong Shu repeated incredulously, he patted his ass and left just after he caused such a big mess for himself?Isn't this fucking just trying to tease him?

"How did you die?"

"After I said a bunch of inexplicable things like crazy, the horse suddenly lost control. Maybe there was also a reason for him to take the initiative, so he drove the horse and jumped off the cliff." Rong Mo explained lightly.

When Rong Shu heard this, he didn't ask any more questions. People are dead, so it's useless to worry about these things.There are a lot of imminent things before my eyes, how can I have any time to think about this.It can be regarded as bad news.

The half-hour journey was abruptly shortened by them to the capital within a stick of incense.

Rong Mo walked into Qiyang Palace, looking at the empty palace rather unaccustomed.

Rong Shu didn't give him even half a minute to react, he just raised his feet and walked towards the warehouse where the weapons are usually stored, without hesitation.

Mo Xuan followed without saying a word, and Rong Mo quickly followed his pace, reaching out to help his frowning brows.Mo Xuan couldn't help shivering, but after a while, he felt a familiar atmosphere and settled down.

Rong Mo asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Mo Xuan looked up at the sky, and could only feel the glare of the sun. He blinked his sore eyes and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just a little illusory."

Unreal?Rong Mo quietly repeated it, and it was indeed illusory, unexpectedly, without any warning or preparation, the war started.

Mo Xuan was rather self-deprecating. Throughout the ages, how many battles would have been as sudden as today.

Although the country cannot be called a prosperous country and a peaceful people, it is always based on "benevolent governance".It cannot be the reason for the rebellion of the princes and vassal kings.

Because ten years ago, the vassal king rebelled because of the loss of the habitat.

After the war was put down, the emperor abolished all the vassal kings in all places, and replaced them with censors and imperial envoys to supervise, and reported the annual expenditure and harvest of the imperial court.

After that, the cabinet ministers will discuss and decide on the province's policy for the next year and whether to remove the minister from his position.

Dozens of imperial envoys implicated each other and restrained each other. If one person was corrupt and the rest of his colleagues did not report, they would be imprisoned for the crime of "sitting together" or even beheaded for public display.

Therefore, this possibility is almost equal to zero, impossible to happen.

It's just that it doesn't rule out the possibility that someone is deliberately manipulating it behind the scenes.

Thinking of this, Mo Xuan couldn't help raising his head, took a look, then quickly lowered his head, mocking himself: How could it be him?The entire dynasty will be his, so what good will it do him?

It's just that Rong Mo does seem like someone who would have this motive.

Rong Mo followed his gaze, smiled as if he didn't notice, took his hand, and quickly caught up with Rong Shu.

To be honest, Rong Mo really knew the details of this war, but he didn't think it was necessary, nor was it necessary to tell Mo Xuan what kind of agreement he had reached with that person.

Or, for the time being, let's maintain the splendid appearance of myself in his heart.

Although, after the truth is revealed, he will be spurned by everyone, and everything between them will fall apart.

Even so, it must be able to delay for a few days.At least let him live an ideal life for a while.

Rong Shu stopped in front of the armory, took a deep breath, and suddenly remembered a question asked by the late emperor: "Will you attack your people for your throne?"

The rest of the princes talked about him from left to right, only he and the Seventh Prince gave two completely different answers: "I will | I won't."

Yes, I will.He pushed open the gate of the Hyogo, and took out the remaining pieces of armor, as well as the royal beige armor.

Rong Mo and Mo Xuan walked into the warehouse and put on their armor without saying a word.

Rong Mo carefully put on the helmet for Mo Xuan, pinned his hair behind his ears, and accidentally wrapped his fingers around a broken hair, Rong Mo was startled, and quietly put it away.

Rong Shu walked out of the warehouse gate and walked towards the city gate without hesitation.

Rong Mo wore a helmet, shook his head quite uncomfortably, took Mo Xuan by his side, and ran forward quickly.

Soon, they arrived at the gate of Zhiguo capital.

Beacon smoke was ignited on the walls of Chang'an City. Looking north at the mountains and rivers, what caught my eye was not the familiar yellow sand and barren beaches, but a group of menacing troops approaching.Where the horse's hooves stepped, patches of dust were raised.

The leading general was holding a handsome flag embroidered with brocade thread, and the word "Qin" embroidered on the edge could be vaguely glimpsed.

Yu Liang was wearing iron armor, standing on the city tower, looking far away, couldn't help frowning.

In the rivers and lakes, apart from Qin Shenghe who is known as "Langxiang", who dares to call "Qin Army"-the only army in the world who dares to call "golden and iron horses, impeccable".

However, those soldiers did not look like energetic soldiers. Some even hunched their backs and seemed to be decadent from starvation. They looked exactly like the figures of the refugees who had recently taken refuge in Chang'an City.

It seems that these are the people His Royal Highness said.

However, the word "Qin" on it is very concerning.It doesn't seem to be a fake, and no one would be so bold as to impersonate Qin Shenghe.

The owner of the Qin villa has always lived in seclusion, and he would not be willing to get involved in matters related to the royal family, let alone an offending and thankless job like "civil strife".

It seems that it must be a person who has a deep friendship with the owner of Qin Zhuang, who has such a big face to ask him to come out of the mountain to help this civil strife.

And now the only candidate in Zhiguo is Mu Yao's master and father-in-law's ex-prime friend, as the senior brother of Qin Zhuangzhu, he was invited to move him.

Yu Liang lowered his head, checked his armor and weapons, and after confirming that they were correct, he turned around and turned his horse's head.He cleared his throat, ready to give his last lecture before the opening, just like he had done dozens of times before.

Yu Liang: "Zhiguo has spent a lot of effort in cultivating the growth of all the soldiers and cultivating you. Today is the day to repay your kindness. I hope you will not be merciful. The compatriots in the past have long betrayed the country, so there is no such thing as a comrade."

"Anyone who betrays our country and enters this city will be killed without mercy!"

Yu Liang's low and deep voice spread out in the crowd, and his majestic and scrutinizing eyes scanned the faces of everyone present.

Most of the people gathered here were guards and eunuchs, and only a few of them had received orthodox and formal military training.

However, at this time, most of the main troops are concentrated on the weakly defended northwest border, and the only troops that can be deployed are emergency backup soldiers at post stations in nearby towns.Moreover, the last troops will not arrive until three days later.

Therefore, now the dead horse can only be used as a living horse doctor, and the eunuch can be used as a bodyguard.

Yu Liang turned around, the city gate opened slowly, and there was a deafening, rhythmic drumming and golden sound on the city wall.

In just a few minutes, the armies of both sides were at war.

On the battlefield, the neighing of war horses and the roaring of strong men all turned into a mime in an instant, only the sound of cold weapons piercing the air and piercing flesh was left, and blood gushed out of the veins immediately, staining the horse's mane.

This doesn't look like the weak and useless victims they despised before!These are simply thousands of hungry wolves, all with bloodthirsty gleams in their eyes, eager to rush up, bite their blood vessels, and suck the blood.

They have been hungry for too long, and they have endured it for too long, and they can't wait any longer. They want to avenge the grievances they have suffered before, and vent their anger on them.

Yu Liang soon realized this, but he didn't have time to react, so he could only go all out.

Three days, at least three more days.Three days later, the supporting army arrived in Chang'an, and it was their turn to fight back, and to feed back the humiliation they had received.

Yu Liang recited these words silently in his heart, while raising his sword, he rushed towards the enemy ahead.

At this time, he discovered in despair that someone in the team was timidly riding a horse in a panic, and ran towards Chang'an City.

"Coward." He cursed angrily in his heart, but it couldn't stop people from following him when they saw that he dared to do something.

For a while, morale was low and morale was low.More and more people chose to retreat, and Yu Liang couldn't get out of his mind to boost morale, and he was even helpless.

No one can understand the way of war in an instant, that is, to die and survive.On the battlefield, only those who seek death have the power and possibility to survive.

"Whoosh" an arrow flew from the wall and pierced the heart of the leader of the deserter.

Yu Liang divided his thoughts and glanced hastily, only to realize that it was the Seventh Prince.

Fortunately, he breathed a sigh of relief, his hand was stabbed by the enemy, and he didn't even realize it.It wasn't until he saw the blood gushing out that he realized that he no longer paid attention to the deserter.

The Seventh Prince shot several arrows in succession, killing several deserters without any hesitation, so they didn't dare to retreat any more.

After all, it seems that in the hands of his own people, he not only lost his life, but also suffered the dirty life of a "deserter". It is contemptible for future generations.Being a deserter is a big loss.

Mo Xuan put down the bow and arrow in his hand, feeling complicated, not to mention any regret or annoyance.However, if anyone dared to escape, the entire army would be given the notoriety of "deserter".

Behind them is not only the capital, but also tens of millions of unarmed ordinary people.The escape of a battalion will be exchanged for the life of a city, or even an entire country.

No matter how much Mo Xuan hated their king, it was impossible to make unnecessary sacrifices at the cost of innocent people.In front of the collective, the lives of a few weak people don't seem to be a big deal.

The sky gradually dimmed, the setting sun was like blood, and the bones on the battlefield were piled up into mountains, and there was no place to stay for a while.

In desperation, the two sides had no choice but to withdraw their troops and wait until tomorrow to fight again.

Some celebrate, some mourn.

The author has something to say: I don’t know how to write war scenes, let’s make do with it.It has been modified twice, and the brain cells are dying.

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Inside Qiyang Palace—Rong Mo sat on a bench beside the palace, and Wei Xian next to him held a torch and lit up a few oil lamps, and the gloomy Fengqi Palace was instantly illuminated.

He breathed a sigh of relief, held his head halfway, and said softly: "Wei Xian, you should go back first."

Wei Xian bowed his hands habitually, and was about to back away, but suddenly remembered something, his hands froze in mid-air, and asked hesitantly: "Your Highness, I'm afraid there is something wrong with this."

Rong Mo shook his head lightly, without looking up at him, he ordered: "Let's go. Gu believes that he still has at least a little respect for his allies."

Wei Xian was helpless, but he also knew how stubborn Rong Mo's temper was, so he could only look at him worriedly, then turned around and backed away, disappearing into the thick night.

Suddenly a person jumped down from the beam of the eaves, pretended to bow, and said half-truthfully with a smile: "I really want to thank His Highness the Crown Prince for his love and trust in my character and sincerity. However, I still sincerely hope that His Highness the Crown Prince will not Misplaced trust."

Rong Mo raised his head and glanced at him with a calm expression: "It's all about taking what you want, so why trust or distrust? Even if Gu is willing to agree, he must be sure. Why do you have to act sincerely for me? Thinking about the disgusting look?"

The man smiled slightly, pretending to be playful and said: "Yes, I forgot that His Royal Highness doesn't like to be obedient. So, let's get to the point quickly: I wonder what good news His Highness brought me today?"

"I can't tell." Rong Mo took out the scroll in his sleeve and threw it into the man's hand.

The man raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and he didn't rush to open the scroll, and put it directly into his sleeve.

Rong Mo: "This is the most likely defense for the next two days. I hope you can make good use of it. And don't forget what you promised me."

That person: "Ah, I see, it must be, I can't forget it. His Royal Highness is really a troublesome person, and he is very contradictory. However, I like this about His Highness. After all, I am also a contradictory person. "

The man said very seriously, but there was a smile on his face, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

To this, Rong Mo just smiled back, noncommittal.

He stood up again, pushed open the gate of Fengqi Palace, and seemed to have remembered something, turned around, and said lightly: "By the way, let me remind you, Ziqing seems to have discovered some clues."

The man was startled, apparently understood what he said, and pretended to be casual and asked back: "I thought the relationship between the Seventh Prince and His Highness is so good, His Highness must have told him what you are going to do. I didn't expect it..."

He deliberately didn't finish speaking, but left a thought-provoking, intentionally elongated ending.

Rong Mo didn't take it seriously, raised his eyebrows, and remained silent.

Just when the man thought he wouldn't say anything more, Rong Mo suddenly said softly: "He doesn't need it."

It's not that I don't trust him, it's just that I don't think it's necessary to tell him about it.Not only will it not promote the success of what you want to accomplish, but it will also destroy your good relationship with him.

This harm to others and himself is something Rong Mo would never do.

The man couldn't help but laugh out loud, isn't it necessary?

indeed.

Should he thank Rong Mo for thinking that he is still useful to him and belongs to the "need to know" person, right?

Rong Mo stepped out of the door with one foot. For some unknown reason, he suddenly turned his head and said softly: "You can do it yourself, You Nian. At least let's hold on for a while."

You Nian waved his hand gently to him, made a gesture of wiping his neck, and stuck out his tongue slightly: "'Good for myself'? But I like to live to death. Goodbye, prince... brother."

Rong Mo rubbed his eyebrows, wondering if it was the right decision to cooperate with him.

But the chips in his hand still made him feel that he had the chance to win.

He smiled, waved his hand chicly, and walked towards the dark place.

At the same time, in the Qianqing Palace, a discussion about the war was also quietly taking place-Yu Liang spread the topographic map in his hand on the table of the Eight Immortals.

The Eight Immortals Table, which had always been carefully polished and cared for by the servants, was roughly moved at this time, and moved to the center of the room, temporarily requisitioned as a military table for war.

Its table legs were even scratched a few clear scratches by soldiers who didn't know the severity, and the inner wood chips were rubbed out. The curtains on the table were hanging limply, as if they were very wronged.

Yu Liang put his hands on the table beside him, and let the imperial doctor yell and bandage his wound. He slowly analyzed: "Our army has lost more than 500 people today, and the total number of soldiers is only 3000. People, even if they couldn't get together three teams of vanguards and a team of cavalry, they managed to get together a team of cavalry, heavy cavalry, and two flanking auxiliary outflanking Shenji Battalions.

"According to the current strength of our army, it is really impossible to support the defense of the eight city gates of the capital. Even if it is a night watch, we can only send more than a thousand people to patrol the eight city gates back and forth to prevent the enemy from attacking."

Jiang Qing took over the words: "It will take three days to reach the nearest town to the capital. Even if we go fast, we will have to last another three or four days. We don't know the number of enemy troops yet, and we can't clarify their purpose. That is to say, It has to be tentatively designated as an 'uprising'."

"But our army..." He changed the topic, still worried, "According to the current available troops and low morale,... I would like to thank the Seventh Prince for helping today."

"No need." Mo Xuan nodded, knowing that what he hadn't finished speaking really couldn't last until noon two days later.

What's more, Yu Liang and Jiang Qing didn't go to the Northwest for reinforcements with the troops because they were injured long ago, and were forced to stay in the capital.

Today, Yu Liang was injured even more, but his condition was not very good.

Everyone knew about this, and silence spread in the spacious room in an unbearable way.

At this time, Rong Mo just walked in the door, and asked in feigned surprise: "Gu remembers the wrong time? Why did the military meeting start so early, or is Gu sleeping late?"

Are you kidding me?In such a tense atmosphere, how can you be so worried that you go to bed late?I don't know if it's too humorous or too calm?But looking at His Royal Highness's expression, it doesn't look like he's joking.

Jiang Qing reluctantly gave face and bent the corners of her lips symbolically, but it couldn't resist the increasingly strange and indescribable eyes of the people around her looking at His Highness the Crown Prince.

Mo Xuan's complexion was not too good, but he still said to Rong Mo, as if to ease the atmosphere: "Since you know you are late, come in quickly, don't delay the opportunity."

"Well, it's very true." Jiang Qing also softened his face, "Your Highness, come in first, and I hope you can remember the time next time and come here earlier."

"Yes, I see." Rong Mo quickly walked into the door, and deliberately chose the seat opposite Mo Xuan to sit down.

Jiang Qing: "The most urgent task is not to intensify military training, but how to improve the morale of soldiers. If there are deserters appearing every day, and every day they have to kill the fleeing soldiers, I am afraid that they have not won yet. The army will fall apart."

Yu Liang raised his bandaged hand, moved it a little, and said impatiently: "Why bother to take care of so many things and directly issue a military order in the army: those who retreat one quarter will be imprisoned; those who retreat two times will be executed; Those who are killed will be killed without mercy. This will be done once and for all."

"It's feasible, and indeed it is feasible, but..." Mo Xuan looked distressed, and did not immediately refute him.Compared to Yu Liang, he is indeed just a fledgling beginner.

Also thankfully I'm a beginner, so no matter what suggestion is made, people don't bash it for being ridiculous.

Mo Xuan: "Most of our army are guards sent from other places, the Imperial Forest Army, and even those who are forced by life to enter the palace and become eunuchs. Only a very small number of people are natives of the capital, so naturally they can't be called family members." Country feelings.

"If you don't put the troops from other provinces at the end of the army, and call local farmers, merchants, blacksmiths and other residents in the city to join the army. If the people of the capital guard the capital, the rear team will inevitably be defeated by the brave and skilled advance team. If you are infected, you won’t be afraid to back down, and your morale will naturally be high.”

"No, our soldiers are born to defend the country and the people. How can we involve innocent people in the city into this dispute because of our own incompetence. No, absolutely not."

Yu Liang objected immediately, his dark face turned dark red.Rao was Jiang Qing, and because of this, he showed a look of embarrassment.

Rong Mo suddenly sneered: "Oh, General Yu also knows the incompetence of our army."

Yu Liang: "What do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing," Rong Mo explained slowly, hooking Mo Xuan's leg with his feet, "It's just that you're only talking about it now, don't you think it's too late?"

"The people have been involved in the war since the beginning of the war. Now that I think about it, it doesn't look like a general. Besides, aren't the soldiers the people, the people of our country? Don't those people have the same in their hearts? Don't you want to defend your own territory without a home country? General Yu—”

As he spoke, he dishonestly rubbed against Mo Xuan's leg.Mo Xuan didn't know where he kicked him, and suddenly lowered his head, bit his lip, and kicked Rong Mo fiercely, but was pulled into his arms by him.

Yu Liang stood up, thumped the table suddenly, and said decisively like a strong man cutting off his wrist: "Okay, this general will go to recruit troops immediately. Everything is mainly to survive the difficulties of these two days. However, as long as the reinforcements arrive, we will Those who do not want to participate in the war can be sent home. And, the dead and the wounded should be treated properly."

"You are welcome." Rong Mo shrugged pretending to be indifferent, and calmly pinched the soft flesh on Mo Xuan's leg.

Mo Xuan's eyes widened, his earlobes were stained crimson, and he immediately fell silent.

Yu Liang stood up, and immediately shouted excitedly: "The general will write a notice when I go back tonight. Tomorrow morning, I will post it in the alleys of the market."

There was also a smile on the corner of Jiang Qing's lips: "In this way, the crisis of the shortage of troops can be alleviated."

Rong Mo very naturally put down Mo Xuan's leg resting on his lap, and couldn't help scratching it gently.Mo Xuan kicked him hard and raised his head angrily.

Mo Xuan: "Since the issue of troop strength has been resolved, let's discuss the distribution of troop strength to guard the eight gates."

Yu Liang's face immediately froze, and he sat down at the table in frustration.

"Indeed, the long-term problem has been solved, but there is still a mess ahead."

Mo Xuan took a bunch of chess pieces and placed them on the sand table beside him.

Yu Liang: "If we deploy 500 troops at Nanxuan Gate and appoint a capable general, we can defend the most important fortress in this city. However, there will be no one to guard the other three main gates. Not to mention the remaining four city gates."

Mo Xuan took the chess piece and changed the position of the chess piece of Nanxuanmen: "There is no need to worry about the four gates of east, west, north and south. Since they are the main gates of the city, the enemy will know that our forces will be concentrated there. Would pick that. So, the odds of picking the four-door are relatively slim too.

"On the contrary, Shengmen and Simen are the most critical. Both gates are connected to the market, but they are also the most secure. There is no guarantee that the enemy will break through the two gates, sneak into the city, and cooperate with the troops outside the city to attack our army."

"Therefore, it is better to only deploy 300 people to guard the four gates, while the Shengsi people guard with 600 people. It is enough to deploy more than 500 people at the other two gates, and there are about [-] troops left as a reserve to avoid future worries. .”

"This is just a preliminary test. The specific deployment will depend on the number of soldiers and horses called tomorrow." Mo Xuan said very attentively, placing the sand table skillfully.

Yu Liang couldn't help but applaud: "Okay, what the Seventh Prince said is reasonable, but there is one more problem..."

"In the view of the Seventh Prince, who should guard these two gates?" Although Jiang Qing also agreed with its suggestion, but the two of them were injured, and there was no suitable candidate in the city.

The Seventh Prince knelt down suddenly, and his voice was loud and loud: "This king is willing to pledge his life to guard a city for the country of benefit."

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In the early morning of the third day, beside the gate of Chang'an City——Mo Xuan, wearing heavy armor, stood in front of the team and sighed softly. His actions the night before were indeed too hasty.

Fortunately, the two generals were well-informed, and after a short burst of surprise, they readily agreed.

Mo Xuan originally thought that they would refuse his request because of his blindness, so he would be at a loss.After all, his own blindness is an indisputable fact.

In the end, he was not criticized, which made him feel grateful, and he didn't care that they agreed to go into battle after they gathered all their troops.

After putting on his battle armor, Rong Mo walked past him without looking sideways, expressing his dissatisfaction with practical actions.

It's not that he couldn't understand Mo Xuan's motives, and even after he finished speaking, he took the initiative to undertake the guarding of Simen.

Probably not because he was angry with him, but because even if he created all the people, he was still powerless.

Because even he can't guarantee whether You Nian will act as Mo Xuan said.

Even though the military defense map he gave You Nian is exactly the same as Mo Xuan's analysis, Rong Mo can't tell what You Nian will do.

Because You Nian has no scruples and dares to do anything.

Others can't imagine what it's like to be exiled by the imperial court, but You Nian, as the only one who came back alive, is definitely a treasure.

Such a person is not even afraid of death, what can he do?

Mo Xuan clasped his wrist with his backhand, Rong Mo turned his head impatiently, he thought he would say something, but his wrist was lightly rubbed.

There is not a single parting message, but it is worth a thousand words.

Mo Xuan: "Let's go."

Rong Mo: "Well, let's go."

They turned their backs and walked in opposite directions, their shoulders facing each other, like the shoulders and backs carved out of a set of models, they could fit together just right.

Rong Mo sighed, stopped first, and looked back.

Under the sun, even though Mo Xuan's back was suppressed by the heavy armor, he was still thin and straight.

In the changing light and shadow, there was an extra anger for no reason.

Rong Mo suddenly felt relieved, just seeing him so happy, he didn't regret involving him in this turmoil.

The big deal is that his life is hanging by a thread, so he has to be protected.

He has never received the careful care he has ever received, and he wants to give it to him with all his strength, in every way he can think of.

Mo Xuan clenched the Qizhi in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at everyone in the team.

His eyes were lifeless, but the cold light in his eyes still made the hearts of those who saw him tremble.

He said: "This king is a general, you don't accept it, I don't mind, and it doesn't hinder me at all."

"It's just that you can disobey me, but you must obey the military order. The day before yesterday, since you all knew the consequences, there is no need for me to remind you again."

"If you want to find the dead, you can retreat. Anyone who retreats before withdrawing troops will be charged with violating military orders and be executed immediately."

"Then what if you escaped?" As soon as he finished speaking, someone asked with malicious intentions.

Mo Xuan raised his eyebrows and repeated his words: "'If I escape'?"

He smiled: "Me? I won't escape. In this city, there are people I want to protect desperately. If I escape, what will he do?"

"If this king takes a step back before and after Mingjin, you can kill me, flog and dismember me, and you don't have to report to the emperor and His Highness."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows, turned around, and nodded to the soldiers on the tower. Suddenly, there was a knowing drum sound on the tower, and the city gate was slowly opened by the soldiers on both sides.

Mo Xuan drew out his sword, kicked the horse's stomach, and drove away slowly.

As he rushed forward, he listened to the movement of the opposing army. Ten miles away, there were the sound of horseshoes stomping on the ground and roaring.

There were roughly a few thousand people, Mo Xuan estimated, but raised the corners of his mouth in relief.It's okay, it's not far from what I estimated.At least it is enough not to deceive the two generals.

He raised his sword and galloped his horse, and then the short blades met, two by two.

The soldiers behind Mo Xuan saw that he was a disabled person, and they were all braver than them. They glanced at each other, picked up their weapons in silence, and rushed forward.

Mo Xuan raised his face, turned his wrist nimbly, cut the enemy's throat, and blood gushed out from his veins and splashed onto his face.

The warm blood cooled down instantly when it met the cold skin.

Mo Xuan frowned, but he didn't care to wipe the blood on his face, and encountered enemies one after another.

He simply reined in the reins, flung his legs back, and the sword pierced the enemy's chest head-on again.

Thousands of people were defeated by less than 1000 people.

Mo Xuan alone still has the potential to break through the army, without any rules, but every step, every blow is as if planned in advance, without delay.

Mo Xuan stopped his footsteps and raised his sword at the army behind him, and the cavalry in advance retreated to the side as if it had been negotiated.

Shenjiying walked out of the team in an orderly manner, holding a gun, walking forward, walking all the way, firing guns rhythmically.

Mo Xuan stabilized the frightened horse, then retreated to the side, getting out of range of the ammunition.

Wherever the shells went, deep pits were blasted out, and the enemy fell to the ground before making a scream.

Mo Xuan couldn't help but a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he was a little scared.

Such a weapon with huge lethality, if Wumo Qiuliang developed it before other countries, and after a long period of modification, he would dare to officially use it.

In today's battle, I didn't want to activate it, but at least before the real hurdle, I left myself a hole card that can deter the enemy, and I can test the enemy's hole card smoothly.

Mo Xuan waited for the gunfire to subside before returning to the encirclement. He didn't stop until the bell sounded.

Mo Xuan: "All the officers and men listen to the order, close the team, and report the loss."

The soldiers quickly lined up and calculated the casualties: 436 people, only about one-tenth of the loss, and compared with the enemy's heavy losses, it is still a good record.

Mo Xuan showed a little smile: "Retreat."

"Obey, General!" After all the soldiers finished speaking, they were all taken aback, looked at each other again, but smiled at each other, and repeated it again.

Mo Xuan was also taken aback, West Lane, he was a little moved, he was recognized like this, right?

Before returning to the city with high spirits, Mo Xuan heard a clanging sound from a distance, and his expression changed randomly.

He got on his horse, and without a word of explanation, he ran forward.

Mo Xuan rode on the horse, waving the whip from time to time to speed up.

Something is wrong, very wrong.Wherever he passed, everything was quiet, as if it had already ended, only the sound of weapons colliding could be heard from Simen, which was opposite to Shengmen, as if he had fallen into a bitter battle.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be.The enemies they face should be almost the same as those on their own side, but they can't end for a long time, could it be...

Could it be that the enemy's goal was only Simen from beginning to end?Mo Xuan's heart suddenly closed