The soldiers were like crazy beasts, swinging their swords and raising their swords, and their whole bodies were dyed red with blood.
No one was willing to persuade Xiao Chuhong, "Don't chase the poor bandits." No matter it was the Xiao family army or the army stationed in Jiacheng, they had a sworn feud with Xiliang.
Every sword struck down contains their resentment and hatred.
The smiles on their faces were both happy and bitter. Some soldiers even cried loudly as they continued to kill. Perhaps thinking of their companions and family members lost in the Jiacheng Incident, they started killing people even harder with their swords in hand.
It seems that only in this way can the resentment in their hearts be washed away.
Xiao Chuhong's mind was filled with scarlet color, and the strong smell of blood kept surging in his heart. The scene of that day was still vivid in his mind. Whenever he dreamed back at midnight, he could not forget the 'blood rain'.
He remembered that it rained heavily that day, and everywhere he looked was blood red.
Blood mixed with rain washed over the corpses of soldiers and civilians over and over again.
Their bodies were soaked until they turned white, and their wounds continued to worsen. They oozed pus and smelled bad.
Many years have passed, and the land in Jiacheng is still red. For countless soldiers and people in Jiacheng, the blood stains have not faded. It is because the ghosts of the Xiao family army who passed away are still guarding them on this land.
Xiao Chuhong felt that the heat in his body was losing bit by bit, and even his blood gradually became cold.
He has not gone into battle to kill an enemy for many years. As more and more dead souls under his command, he gradually begins to lose his mind.
The 100,000 soldiers brought by Murong Bu had been slaughtered by them, and they gradually woke up.
Xiao Yi rode his horse and advanced hand in hand with Xiao Chuhong, shouting loudly amidst the sounds of fighting: "Yue'er! That's enough! Stop killing! Give the order immediately to stop the attack!"
Hearing this, Xiao Chuhong tightened the reins suddenly, and the horse under him suddenly stopped neighing.
He glanced back at the more than ten captured cities, with a smile in his eyes: "Cao Ge listens to the order! The Xiao family army listens to the order! Follow me and continue moving forward! Xiao Yi! I order you to lead your troops back immediately, so as to
Mota Canyon is the boundary! Guard every city!"
Mota Canyon is located in Xiliang. Now, it has been successfully captured by Xiao Chuhong. The east of the canyon, up to Jiacheng, and more than ten cities on the way, belong to Luoqi territory from now on.
"Yue'er! Three feet of ice does not freeze in a day. You should be more awake! Xiliang cannot be conquered in just a few days!" Xiao Yi continued to dissuade.
Xiao Chuhong glanced at him lightly, and the pressure he showed made Xiao Yi feel suffocated, and his legs even trembled.
At this moment, he actually felt that Xiao Chuhong was so strange, as if he had never known him before.
"Those who violate military orders will be killed without mercy!" Xiao Chuhong added in a cold tone.
Xiao Yi was so angry that he even wanted to put a knife on his neck to threaten Xiao Chuhong. He hesitated several times, but then turned to shaking his head and sighing, as if there was nothing more sad than death, and as if he wanted to believe Xiao Chuhong for once.
He patted Xiao Chuhong on the shoulder, said no more, and returned the same way with the army brought from Jiacheng.
Xiao Jiajun has unconditional and absolute trust in Xiao Chuhong and has no objections.
Cao Ge led a thousand cavalrymen and continued to clear the way ahead.
However, Cao Ge gradually discovered that something was not right with the marching route map in his hand.
The road they took was not heading to the main city of Xiliang, but instead headed more and more north.
North? Beirong!
Xiao Chuhong actually wanted to take them to Beirong!
Is he crazy?!
Huo Ji might be heading here with a million troops from Xiliang, but they actually dare to head north?
One hundred thousand Xiao's army versus Xiliang's million-strong army, what's the chance of winning?
How is this crazy behavior different from committing suicide?
Not everyone can be like that monster Su Zhen, who can withstand an army of 250,000 people by himself!
But then I thought about it, where did Su Zhen go?!
They were clearly drinking and chatting together last night, so why did they disappear out of thin air today?
Wait! Could she have secretly rushed to Beirong overnight?
madman!
Su Zhen and Xiao Chuhong are really a pair of crazy people!
Cao Ge murmured in his heart: With Su Zhen's small body, all the soldiers under Huo Ji would be able to drown him with just a drop of saliva.
He gradually slowed down and wanted to turn around and ask Xiao Chuhong why.
After all, he is Su Zhen's subordinate and does not belong to the Xiao family army.
Looking back inadvertently, there are seas of people behind him. Xiao Chuhong is charging at the front. The long sword in his hand is stained with blood, and layers of dark red blood are superimposed. It can be seen that there are not a few souls who died under his hands today.
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Cao Ge noticed that Xiao Chuhong looked at the sky in the north several times, with obvious solemnity in his eyes.
After thinking again and again, he speeded up and galloped towards Beirong with his cavalry.
The land of Luoqi is fertile, Xiliang is close to the desert, the southern barren mountains are gravel, and the Beirong grassland is vast.
After marching for two nights and two days in a row starting from the first day of the army, they encountered many Xiliang soldiers chasing and killing them. Xiao Chuhong and Cao Ge finally led the army to the junction of Xiliang and Beirong in the early morning of the third day.
Logically speaking, even if we take a shortcut, it will take us seven to eight days to arrive.
But looking at the vast and boundless prairie in front of them, everyone found it unbelievable.
In late autumn, everything is golden, the forests are dyed, and the blue water and sky are one color.
The autumn sunshine is no longer too harsh, it is warm and does not burn the eyes.
The morning mist filled the air, and the autumn light reflected the boundless grassland, as if covered with a hazy coat.
Xiao Chuhong led the army to stop at the border. He took out a piece of cloth from his arms. Upon closer inspection, it was not difficult to find that it was the topographic map of Beirong.
The speed of Xiliang's pursuers was far less than their daily march of thousands of miles.
Anyway, they couldn't catch up for a while, so Xiao Chuhong ordered the soldiers to rest on the spot. After an hour, they set off across the grasslands and rivers and went deep into the hinterland of Beirong.
Xiao Chuhong sat on the ground, stroking the thick long sword in his hand.
"General Xiao."
A female voice came into my ears.
Xiao Chuhong was startled for a moment, looked up at the person coming, and forced a smile.
"It's Miss Mo Shen, please sit down."
Mo Shen sat next to him, looking at the distant mountains, winding rivers, fragrant pastures and infinite scenery, she couldn't help but yearn for them.
“The scenery here is really nice.”
"Well, you've worked hard these past two days."
"It's okay, it's just a small magic that shrinks the ground into an inch."
"Where is she? Is she injured?"
"It's pretty good, but she left me behind again. The wife owes her debts to her husband. How do you settle this debt?"
When Xiao Chuhong heard the words 'wife pays her debt to her husband', the smile on her lips became much more real.
"What do you want?"
"I haven't thought about it yet. You two will owe it first."
"good!"
Xiao Chuhong nodded, still a little absent-minded.
Mo Chen scratched his head, sighed, and wanted to say something, but couldn't.
If Xiliang is immortal, the thorn in Xiao Chuhong's heart will never go away.