Meng Tian galloped his horse and raised his sword, leading the nearly hundred-foot-long golden flame dragon to quickly pounce on the hundred-meter long spear composed of Cheng Gongying and a group of personal guards. The surging Gangqi and golden flames were mixed with the momentum of destroying everything.
, directly destroying the 100-meter long spear that Cheng Gongying and a group of personal guards worked hard to form. Hundreds of soldiers and generals had no time to make a sound before they were melted into nothingness by the golden flames transformed from the Gangqi fighting spirit.
After breaking through Cheng Gongying's spear battle formation, the golden flame dragon also became a lot more illusory. Meng Tian roared and smashed the remaining power against the Jincheng guards who heard the movement and rushed towards them with one blow.
Next, at least hundreds more soldiers were melted.
"Array to counterattack!" The spear of fighting spirit was shattered. As the leading member, Cheng Gongying naturally suffered a huge backlash. His face turned pale and he kept spitting out blood. However, he looked at Meng Tian who was unyielding.
, regardless of the severe pain all over his body, he shouted loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the guards around him were all looking at Meng Tian who was approaching them step by step with fear. Even after hearing his order, they still flinched and even had a vague tendency to turn around and run away.
"Haha!" Cheng Gongying smiled bitterly. He understood that his troops were frightened by Meng Tian's divine power just now. He shook his head, swallowed the blood in his mouth, endured the pungent smell of blood, and moved forward silently.
He stepped forward and sighed, "Wen Yue, Gongying is gone!"
"Kill!" With a low groan, Cheng Gongying, a scribe, launched his first charge in his life. The bloodstains on his chest were dazzling and coquettish.
Weishui River, Han Sui's camp.
Han Sui woke up early in the morning and saw the ragged Gongying bodyguard in front of him. His heart trembled, and he waved his hands slowly, listening to his report quietly. The summer solstice was approaching, but he wrapped himself up unconsciously.
Wrapped in green clothes, I feel the comfort brought by brocade to relieve the chill in my heart.
Silence, the ultimate silence. After getting the information about Jincheng, Han Sui drove everyone out of the tent with a calm expression, and stayed alone, saying, "Leave the green mountains without worrying about having no firewood? Retreat?"
Dunhuang, Jiuquan awaits the future?"
"Haha" a bitter smile broke the long silence. Han Sui looked up in the direction of Jincheng and murmured to himself, "Qingshan is dead, how can we predict the future! Gongying, walk slowly!"
Han Sui did not rush to greet the Qiang leader who had been waiting outside the tent for a long time, nor did he rush to summon his close associates Wen and Wu. He just recalled many things since he met Cheng Gongying, the biggest ones were capturing Jincheng, planning Tianshui, and spying on him.
Liangzhou, the youngest one, had countless people who fled when they were defeated, mingled among the refugees and tried every means to solve the problem of food and clothing, killing people, cheating and abducting people. They spent their minds designing and planning just to get a mouthful of water and a mouthful of rice.
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From the beginning, he was mixed up in the rebellion of the Qiang people and fought against the Han court, always enduring the glare and threats from others, and wandering on the edge of life and death. In the end, he walked out of his own way step by step, gathered prestige, and traveled across Liangzhou.
They pretend to be dead among the dead, waiting for an opportunity to take off the clothes of the still intact corpse to keep out the cold.
He beat a wild dog and a beggar to a bloody head over a small steamed bun. In the end, he was holding a blood-streaked steamed bun and smiling like a fool.
He gathered the refugees and prepared to form his own power, but was overtaken by a few brave people among the refugees. Not only were they severely punished, but their lives were almost lost.
Sneaking, tricking, and abducting, it is rare to be lucky enough not to be chased by others.
"Wen Yue, this is the bacon I bought from the yard I just passed by. Eat some of it!"
"Yeah, it's delicious! But where did you get the money?"
"Where are they? Kill these two bastards for stealing things from my house without even asking. From all over the country, I have always been the one to take things from other people's houses. No one dares to do so."
Touch my stuff!"
Looking at each other, Han Sui, who had just taken a bite of bacon before chewing it, looked at Cheng Gongying who was slightly squirming and blushing beside him, swallowed hard, and Sa Yazi pulled him and started running.
Didn’t you say you bought it?
Just bought it!
Everyone said you stole it!
I put a penny in their bacon place!
Mother!
Gongying, we are literati, how can we, literati who practice literature, do these petty things? Now that our secret skills have awakened, I heard that the imperial court is organizing a large army to encircle and suppress the Qiang people. Should we join us and join in the fun in the future?
Xiaoguan Dangdang is not a waste of all the books we read.
On the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyesight. We both only know how to be literary, will we die?
What are you afraid of? With our brains and talents, we will definitely be civil servants in charge of affairs. We won’t have to face the battlefield directly. Trust me!
Kill!
Wen Yue, didn’t you say you don’t have to fight by yourself? What should I do?
Damn it, all these dog officials in the court are not good people. Come on, let’s go to the Qiang people. My ancestors have Qiang blood. They are relatively stupid, so there is no problem in getting out.
Lord Wen, the kingdom has treated us well, do we really want to do this?
Gong Ying, no poison, no husband, Liang Xiaofei
Lord, everything has been taken care of. From today on, Jincheng County is ours!
Lord, the elder Xianling Qiang clan leader is dead.
My lord, now is not the time to capture Liangzhou. The might of the Han Dynasty still exists. Even though Liangzhou is remote, it will not be good if we dance too happily. Don’t you often say that this young man is not worthy of being a rafter?
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Gongying, it seems that it is not safe to burn the Qiang people. How about we cause another Qiang rebellion and ask the imperial court to send troops to quell the chaos and suppress their vigor?
Okay, my lord is wise, we can take the opportunity to discuss with the court about getting a county guard position, otherwise this Golden City will always have an unfair name.
Gongying, you seem to have turned bad!
My lord is humble, you are worse than me
Gongying, Tianshui Ma Zun said he wants to mix with us, what do you think?
Okay, but
Don't worry, I already have a complete plan in my mind. You can just send someone to arrange the things sent by the Ma family?
promise
Gongying, you seem to have changed. I don’t like your attitude towards me now!
Lord, I haven't changed, it's you who have changed.
Gongying, have I really changed?
Lord, we have all changed
Gong Ying
Wen Yue, we haven’t changed, what has changed is the world and people’s hearts.
In the quiet tent, the expression on Han Sui's face became gentler and calmer, and Yinjiu's brows seemed to have broadened a lot and became less deep.
Han Sui gathered his thoughts, slowly raised his head and glanced in the direction of Jincheng again. The corners of his closed mouth were slightly raised, and a smile appeared on his calm expression, "Gongying, wait for me!"
