Fifty miles of north Pass, Darong and Beijin played against each other. This battle has been played for a month. It was when it was stuck.

In the coach account, several generals patted the table, stools, and were discussing how the next step was to fight, but looking at this posture, it is estimated that it would be noisy for a few days and nights.

Yan Mu was crooked on a chair covered with sheepskin, and Xu was to avoid the spatial star, and from the far away. He played a grasshopper in his hand, and his thoughts had been far away.

Zhang Yang came in, first paused, and then walked towards Yan Mu.

"Master." Zhang Yang bent down and whispered.

Yan Mu returned to God, holding the grasshopper's hand tightly, "Is there any news?"

"Our people came back and said that the wife was born ..."

Yan Mu's mouth opened, "Daughter is good, I like her daughter."

Zhang Yang moved his mouth again, but he couldn't open it.

"She?"

"lady……"

Yan Mu looked at Zhang Yang, "What's wrong with her?"

Zhang Yang lowered his head and said painfully: "The wife was burned to death, the lady didn't know."

Yan Mu rubbed the grasshopper, and his breathing suddenly aggravated. "What's going on?"

"A shrine outside the city was walking water, when the fire was extinguished, and found a female corpse, the East Factory confirmed that it was his wife."

"How to confirm?"

"Someone saw his wife in the ancestral hall with his own eyes. Xu did not escape because he had just finished production and his body was weak."

Yan Mu closed his eyes closed and took a deep breath, "Not her."

"master……"

"She is smart, never her."

Zhang Yang thought that Yan Mu would be mad when he heard the news, but at this moment he was calm and too calm.

At this time, a general ran into the account and reported: "Yan Shuai, Bei Jin is calling."

At this time, it was time to get an idea, but several generals did not speak, and all turned to look at Yan Mu.

This battle was scared, saying that he dared to keep it or not to attack. Why, because the emperor was afraid of fighting, those civilians in the DPRK were sitting on the dream of peace in the world.

Yan Mu opened his hand, and the grasshot fell to the ground.

His eyes were severe, and his eyes were faintly killed.

Is a white general's eyes widened? "Yan Shuai, must not be impulsive ..."

"Copywood, beheaded on the spot!"

The old general pouted his mouth and didn't dare to talk anymore.

Other generals, look at me, look at you. Actually, these days, everyone is angry. Since there are Yan Mu, they have no choice but to worry.

"Lao Tzu is not a dog, it is called array every day."

"Kill his mother!"

"Killing one is the ability, killing two is to make, kill three, Lao Tzu's ancestral grave smokes!"

These days, Bei Jin could be seen that Da Rong did not dare to fight, and he didn't even dare to loud. They are now destroying their momentum. After they have no fighting spirit, they will be angry and attack Zhenbeuan.

So today is called the array. In fact, Beijin is not ready to fight. When he saw Darong's sudden war, when the army came over, they were stunned and their hands were messy.

The battlefield was fighting, stepping on the corpse, and flowing blood, in a blink of an eye, the blood of the corpse.

Zhang Yang was trying to protect Yan Mu while killing the enemy, but he couldn't reach the battlefield. He saw Yan Mu as the coach, took the lead in rushing into the enemy camp, and then quickly drowned in the sword light sword.

After this battle for three days, Bei Jin's casualties were heavy. Although the coach was unwilling, he could only retreat.

Zhang Yang was full of blood, and he had his own and others. At this time, Bei Jinzhuang fled north. He was about to breathe and think of Yan Mu, and searching around.

"Yan Shuai chased it alone!" I don't know who shouted.

This sound exploded, and the generals were shocked.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but squeeze, and after shock, he busy with his sword: "Hurry up to protect Yan Shuai!"

The lead cloud is thick, and the north winds whist.

At night, it finally snowed.

In the military account, Zhang Yang red with red eyes and put it on the sheepskin blanket.

Zhang Yang looked at the blood full of blood.

The military doctor was rushed in by two soldiers, and he glanced at Yan Mu, which was also shocked.

After playing for three days, the wounds in some places stick to the clothes, take off the clothes and pull the blood.

It was the old general who had killed for decades on the battlefield.

When the armor and clothes are taken off, look at it again, the whole body is blurred, and countless knife injuries are staggered.

The military doctor didn't know where to start with a while, and for a while, he quickly stopped the bleeding suture.

At this time, Yan Mu opened his eyes suddenly, but his eyes were scattered and unable to focus. His mouth was obviously restless.

Zhang Yang was busy coming over and said, "The master, you ride to kill the enemy forces, cut down the head coach's head. The Bei Jin army was messing up, dead death, fled, we also captured hundreds of people,

Most of the military generals. "

This battle is really thrilling, and it is also beautiful. It will inevitably defeat Beijin's arrogant anger in recent years.

However, after Zhang Yang said, he saw Yan Mu staring at his eyes, his lips were trembling.

He suddenly, "Lord, I sent someone to return to Shengjing for investigation.

After this, Yan Mu closed his eyes.

The old generals with white hair admired: "This month, they provoked many times, and we all couldn't bear it. Let them think that we were afraid of fighting, relaxing their vigilance, and then suddenly sent troops. The coach was caught off guard."

"Yeah, the other party took it lightly, and the whole army of our army was holding a fire up and down. This battle was so happy. It also let us know that the people of Dalong knew that the Beijin soldiers were strong and strong, and we did not give in."

"It's exactly, but the court ..."

"We fought for the victory, the emperor would never sin us."

Zhang Yang looked at Yan Mu and sighed slightly.

The strategy is a good strategy, but the master of his family finally chased it out.

If Madam is really dead, he dare not think that the master will do something crazy.

Entering the lunar month, the sky is colder, dripping into ice.

The beggar squatted at the door of the West House, and it was difficult to hide the sorrow on the face.

"I heard that the cold epidemic in the Beiguan area of ​​the Zhenbei, the old man was dead, and the epidemic was passed on to the military camp. Bei Jin felt that it was a good time, and began to move again. Lao Qi, I do n’t know if I can carry it."

Natural disasters and human disasters, people who have the ability may also be planted.

Liu Yunxiang was working on a needle line, shaking the bed beside him from time to time.

The little girl was lying inside, because she was sufficient and she was brewed. At this moment, she was spitting bubbles to play.

Yan Mu said that if the girl is called Yan Xingyi, if the son is the son, Yan Xingzhi.

Liu Yunxiang looked at the little girl, and couldn't help thinking of his son, hoping that he was peaceful.

"Don't you worry about Lao Qi?" The beggar asked.
Chapter completed!