The Yan army commander's tent on the banks of the Yishui River

The military tent was silent. Mu Yunyi, the leading coach, sat in a daze, with his eyes blank, his hands and feet cold, and a chill arose from the bottom of his heart.

His younger brother Mu Yunhai also had this expression, his face was bloodless. Wan Jun was not afraid of him now, and he couldn't even stand firmly.

There were also two stray dogs, Nalan Tingye and Zhou Weiran, who had just escaped.

Even though they changed into clean robes, their faces were still very ugly. There were several empty plates on the table beside them. Their previous appearance of eating voraciously really scared the Mu Yunyi brothers.

The two of them walked around the Ghost Gate and went through a lot of hardships to escape. Fortunately, there was no movement in Luoyun City. It was probably because the Liang army had insufficient troops and could not take into account the war here.

Just now, Nalan Tingye had already told the two brothers about the war on Pinghandao in detail.

To sum up, it's just one sentence:

The situation is in danger.

Nalan Tingye, who had eaten and drunk enough, said coldly:

"Wanyan Bi rebelled, and the Liang army captured Pinghan Road and the entire Tianning Road. The next move must be to send troops to Dongting to completely drive our forces out.

We must not sit still and wait for death. We must send the news back to the king's tent as soon as possible, send troops to counterattack, and stabilize the situation!"

Nalan Tingye clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could tear Chen Yue apart.

Dongting was fought back with great effort, and they must not watch Wanyan Bi occupy the entire territory.

For the current plan, we can only increase troops from the grassland as soon as possible and counterattack Dongting when the Liang army is not yet stable. Perhaps the situation will turn around.

But Mu Yunyi, as the leading coach, did not hear Nalan Tingye's words at all, and kept muttering about his father.

"Father, Father~"

Mu Yunyi suddenly stood up and said with a sad and angry look on his face:

"No, I want to save my father! You can't watch your father fall into a desperate situation!"

After learning that his father was likely to be surrounded by the Liang army, Mu Yunyi was in this state of loss of mind and was absent-minded.

Mu Yunlongyou is his greatest support. How could he die in the mainland of Central Plains? He must save his father!

His father is the left wing king of Dayan! The head coach of the black-bottomed silver lion flag! The emperor's younger brother must not die in the battlefield of the Central Plains!

"Yes, save my father!"

Mu Yunhai also yelled and stood up: "We must save my father!"

"Second brother, assemble all the soldiers of the army and let us break into the cold land!"

"good!"

The two brothers were completely disregarded and had only one thought in their minds:

Save people!

"Bastard, Mu Yunyi, stop me!"

Nalan Tingye was furious and stopped Mu Yunyi and shouted:

"How many people are you under? There are only 10,000 or 20,000 cavalrymen who can fight. How can you break into Liang? How can you run hundreds of miles to attack Pinghan Road!

After so many days, I still don’t know the life and death of the prince. What’s the difference between rushing over like this and dying?”

Nalan Tingye was so angry that he had a good relationship with Mu Yunyi on weekdays. Today, he was so angry that he cursed.

"rub!"

"You fart! My father will never die!"

Mu Yunyi, who was almost in a madness, drew his sword and pointed directly at Nalan Tingye and shouted:

"Whoever stops me to save people is to be an enemy of me, Mu Yunyi!"

Mu Yunyi's action shocked Nalan Tingye. This guy was crazy, really crazy.

In fact, the few people knew it very well that Mu Yunlongyou had probably died in battle, but they didn't say it clearly. Mu Yunyi and his brothers were even more unlikely to accept such an ending.

Zhou Weiran walked forward expressionlessly and pulled Nalan Tingye backward:

"Let him go, General Mu Yun please take care of himself and see if the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers can really save the prince.

I just don’t know who can avenge the prince and the soldiers of the black-bottomed Silver Lion Banner after the two generals are killed in battle!”

Nalan Tingye glared at Zhou Weiran. Could it be that he really let him go? If he goes, he will die, but Zhou Weiran just shook his head slightly at him.

This escape seemed to have made the two more close to each other. At least Nalan Tingye no longer looked down on Zhou Weiran as before.

Mu Yunyi did not move his steps, but just stood there blankly with a knife in his arms.

Zhou Weiran's words were a provocation method, which hurt Mu Yunyi's heart. If his father really died in battle, the two brothers would be the only remaining blood. Could it be that they would have to pay their lives into a battle that they could not win.

in?

There is a dilemma and helplessness.

"Bang~"

A moment later, the scimitar landed, and Mu Yunyi, who was in a broken mood, hugged his head and cried:

"Father, father!"

He knew that he could not save his father.

Mu Yunyi cried bitterly. He, who was conscious of using troops as if he was a god, knew for the first time what powerlessness was. He couldn't think of a way to save his father.

"Report! Report!"

"General, something is wrong!"

"Report~"

A soldier hurriedly broke into the military tent without any information. When he saw Mu Yunyi crying with his head in his arms, he was obviously stunned, but he still said carefully:

"General, general, Liang army, Liang army is coming!"

"What!"

Zhou Weiran's face changed: "Zhen Liao Army?"

The soldier glanced at Mu Yunyi, then nodded honestly at Zhou Weiran.

"And, there is still..."

The soldiers wanted to speak but stopped.

Mu Yunhai was already irritable and was so angry that he cursed:

"What else! It's mute!"

The soldier was so scared that his whole body shook and said tremblingly:

"The Liang army carried a military flag, which was the commander-in-chief of the left and left wing kings."

"boom!"

This news was like a bolt from the blue, completely defeating the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of the brothers. The handsome flag fell into the hands of Liang Jun, and Mu Yunlongyou had no chance of living.

The two brothers knew their father. Mu Yunlongyou was a very arrogant person and would never abandon the entire army and escape.

Zhou Weiran and Nalan Tingye looked at each other silently, and this should be the worst ending.

The three main cavalry troops were wiped out, the left wing king was killed in battle, and more than a dozen people fled back to the army of more than 100,000.

"Miscellaneous, Liang Jun's gang of muddles!"

Mu Yunyi roared with gritted teeth;

"Mobilize the entire army and fight to the death with the Liang army!"

"promise!"

Mu Yunhai drew his sword with a ferocious face:

"I've fought with these miscellaneous people!"

...

"Woo~Woo~Woo~"

Just as it was clear, bursts of rapid horns sounded in the Yan army camp, and the brigade of soldiers were urgently mobilized to leave the camp and lined up to prepare for war.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~"

"The whole army comes out of the camp and line up to meet the enemy!"

"Prepare for war!"

"Hohohohoho!"

A solemn atmosphere lingers over the camp. Because the scouts discovered it, the entire Zhenliao army in Luoyun City was dispatched and was rushing to the banks of the Yishui River.
Chapter completed!