At this time, Chang Nian's voice came from outside: "Your Majesty, your face wash has been prepared. It's time to get up and wash up."
Xuanyuan Mu was shocked, is it dawn?
He strode out of the tent and met Chang Nian, but he ignored him and looked at the gradually whitening sky around him.
A bad premonition suddenly arises.
Jiao Li has come.
He really came.
Otherwise, what would happen to the clothes on his body? He has never been in the habit of sleeping with his clothes on.
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At noon that day, Xuanyuan Mu once again launched a large-scale battle. The difference from the previous times was that this time Xuanyuan Mu no longer had any reservations, and he devoted everything he had to attacking the city.
Everyone was shocked when they saw the sudden increase of people and horses from all directions.
Especially Xuanyuan Si.
Didn’t it say there were only 90,000?
But how can it be 90,000 like this? It could be 190,000.
The extra people had been ambush nearby, and it was Xuanyuan Mu who had saved the last move for himself, but the appearance of Jiao Li caused him to fall into extreme panic, so he had to deal with these people blocking his way as soon as possible.
people.
Xuanyuan Mu's soldiers divided into two groups, one to attack the city and the other to deal with Yan Hui's reinforcements.
The attacking team was led by Gu Donglai, who devoted himself to dealing with Yan Hui.
Yan Buhuan didn't expect Xuanyuan Mu to have a hand left. He thought he only had 90,000 people, but he didn't expect so many to suddenly appear.
Yan Hui personally went into battle to compete with Xuanyuan Mu, but God did not follow his wishes. The soldiers' armors were all made of cowhide. The fierce fighting in the past few days made the armors heavier and heavier, which was not conducive to the soldiers' combat.
In just one day, Yan Hui killed more than a thousand people.
Xuanyuansi didn't feel much better either.
Although they stubbornly resisted Gu Donglai's entry into the palace, when the steady stream of people came, the overtired soldiers defending the city were pushed to the limit. In addition, the food and grass could not be transported, and the morale in the city became weaker and weaker.
If we don't think about a way out, I'm afraid we really won't be able to hold on.
When dawn came the next day, except for Xuanyuan Mu, the other two parties were exhausted.
In the continuous rain, Xuanyuan Mu was riding on a dark horse, looking at the Yan Hui army on the opposite side from a distance.
As a pioneer, Yan Buhuan naturally stood at the front of the team.
When she saw Xuanyuan Mu approaching, she didn't need to say anything. The archers behind her immediately stood up, waiting for the best opportunity to kill him.
How could Xuanyuan Mu not know the meaning of this action, but he was not panicked at all.
"Yan Buhuan, do you want to continue like this?" Xuanyuan Mu's voice was cold, with a domineering tone that refused to disobey.
In fact, everyone is holding on. If the fight continues, no one can truly win.
This is an indisputable fact.
Yan Buhuan looked at him coldly: "I will hold on until the last moment."
"If you withdraw your troops obediently, the Lone King will give you a chance." He will. As long as she doesn't show off, after the war is over, he will never change his face.
I bother.
Yan Buhuan felt contempt from the bottom of his heart.
This sentence should be said by her.
But at this time, a head stuck out from Xuanyuan Mu's back: "Father, that's not what you said during rehearsal."
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During the fierce battle last night, Xuanyuan Mu did not take medicine and rest as usual, but went to the tent to check Dumpling's homework for the past few days.
