"Ambition is immortal, ambition is endless, and there is no wind in a hundred miles. I appreciate you as a hero of a generation. Unfortunately, you offend me! If you think you are long-lasting, come and kill me. I will set up a net of heaven and earth waiting for you to vote!"
Yi Shuihan is arrogant and arrogant.
Baili Wufeng was slightly shocked. No one dared to threaten him so arrogantly. If someone had said this to him before, he would have sneered, but at this moment he was shocked. Such powerful words were not empty talk, or even a shock.
The pressure was the first time he felt it.
"Retreat!"
The defeat was like a mountain falling, and the soldiers who were facing the north of North gradually retreated, and some even threw away their armor. The scene of the corpses everywhere and blood flowing into a river was shocking. They would become the corpses in them at any time.[
The army of Xiyue Tianshui pursued relentlessly and was determined to kill a piece of armor and avenge the dead compatriots.
"Don't chase the poor enemy! Stop the troops!" Nie Feng shouted loudly.
In an instant, the soldiers on the city were both happy and sad. What was happy was that the victory of this battle was achieved, and what was sad was that their feet were filled with cold corpses of their companions.
The cold snow was flying, and the sadness after a huge bloody storm dispersed at the gates of Cangcheng.
In fact, the 50,000 additional army was posing as the people of Cangcheng and the surrounding small towns, but they were just bluffing and giving the enemy a fatal blow.
Yi Shuihan looked at the hidden jungle not far away. The four figures were gone and they came to watch the battle without permission. It would be fine if Wu Shang, Qian Nuo and the others joined in the fun! They would only deal with them when they returned!
Ye Caizhu: "Cleaning the battlefield! The martyrs in Xiyue Tianshui are buried with grand funeral!"
"Get orders!" The voices of the soldiers resounded throughout the world.
Su Ziyan's silver battle robe was covered in blood, and there were a few minor injuries on her body, which did not damage her style and momentum at all. Her arrogant look after the victory was even more arrogance.
"Shuihan." Su Ziyan patted Yi Shuihan and shouted excitedly.
"Don't pat me." Yi Shuihan's nerves were tense after pain, and the wound on his back probably cracked again.
Mo Ningxun threw the sword and walked over immediately, looked at Yi Shuihan and smiled. He could not resist this glance at any time. It was the joy after experiencing life and death.
Yi Shuihan looked at Mo Ningxun and then smiled, because it was really funny. Mo Ningxun now smiled like a fool, and she didn't look like she was usually treacherous or arrogant.
The heavy snow suddenly stopped, revealing the slightly blue sky, as clean as if it were washed, and there was a little light in the sky, which was sunshine.
...
The next day, the gate of Cangcheng had been washed clean, revealing the white walls, and the gate was newly repaired.
Ye Caizhu ordered the people to rest and recuperate. The people in Cangcheng cheered and distributed the food in their homes to the soldiers. The city returned to its former liveliness, and the family was managed and business, making a peaceful scene.
Yi Shuihan was nestling in the tent and gnawing ginseng. The wound on her back could not heal for a while, especially in the cold weather, which made the wound even more difficult to heal.
After gnawing for a while, someone came to invite her to the conference hall to discuss matters. Yi Shuihan lazily got up from the couch and put on a fox fur before leaving the camp.[
The conference hall was full of people, only Yi Shuihan was late.
"Shui Han, has the injury been healed?" Su Ziyan reached out to pat Yi Shui Han's shoulder.
Yi Shuihan slightly avoided Su Ziyan's hand and said helplessly: "As long as you don't pat me, can you change this habit?"
Su Ziyan smiled twice: "You, a woman, are so weak."