Don't be an ancient city.

Pei Tingshan on the north city wall got the news sent by His Majesty and learned that Shen Leng rushed out of the east city gate with the cavalry, he slowly raised his clairvoyance to look at the east, he saw the cavalry moving forward alone, in that group of extremely brave cavalry, he also seemed to see the stubborn and proud figure of the young man.

He had heard that the young man entered Chang'an, looked at the gate tower of Chang'an City stupidly for a while, and said a few words to himself.

Look at the fallen leaves to know the autumn wind, watch the snow to know the winter cold, look at Chang'an, and know Daning, look at Daning, and know the world.

The young man also said that the young have support, the old have something to rely on, the young know how to respect the old, the old know to love the young, and it is Daning.

The boy said again, "Who cares?"

yes, care, who doesn't?

But whoever is like him cares about his life.

The old general stood on the city wall and watched the young man lead the army to his death, and finally understood why His Majesty loved him.

But young people are always inconsiderate.

The old general looked at the sailor cavalry who was about to fall into a heavy siege and shook his head.

"Even if you lead away the cavalry of the Black Warriors, is it okay that no one cares about your majesty behind you? There are still so many people in Fengyue in the heart of the northern line, stick to it, Your Majesty is not practical in breaking through, you do yours, I will do mine. ”

He took a deep breath and gave a solemn military salute in the direction that Shen Leng led the army to rush out, and suddenly, the old general felt that he was twenty years younger.

The old general stretched out his hand: "Knife." ”

So, the knife came.

The old general went out of the city: "Fight!" ”

So, charge.

"Swordsman!"

The old general shouted violently, the Daning sword soldiers who had never flinched launched an attack on the northern front of the black warriors, the attackers were all foot soldiers, all the cavalry were sent by Pei Tingshan to the southern line of the ancient city, he couldn't waste Shen Leng's death, he couldn't waste so many Daning water division soldiers to die.

Shen Leng used such a decisive way to lure away almost all the cavalry of the Black Warriors, counting the sword soldiers and the cavalry under Meng Chang'an's subordinates in the ancient city, there were 20,000, and there were not many cavalry in the Black Martial Arts Battalion on the southern front, which was Shen Leng's purpose.

It is not a decisive battle with the enemy, but to lure away the enemy's cavalry, and take the opportunity to let Meng Changan take all the cavalry escorts to break through to the south, this is the best way.

The old general looked back.

He knew that he might never see His Majesty again, but he didn't regret it.

You can't lose to that young man.

Who is afraid to die for His Majesty?

The sword soldier forward.

With the shout of the old general, a knife further, in the boundless army of black warriors, the sword soldiers are like a boat breaking the waves, going upstream, the old general has always been at the forefront, he promised his soldiers, every time the battle, if you see me retreat, all the sword soldiers can kill me.

Rush, rush, rush.

One knife further, one knife further.

This is Daning's son, this is Daning's soldiers, and it is the root of Daning's country.

For many years, Daning has never succumbed to the outside world, Emperor Taizu, who founded the Daning Dynasty, once said, every time you compromise with the enemy, in exchange for the enemy's intensification, every time you bow to the enemy, in exchange for more embarrassing humiliation, I don't attack people, people dare not attack me, I attack people, people dare not stop me, is the future Daning I want to see.

On the battlefield, the old general's white beard was stained with blood.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill again!"

"Kill again!"

The veteran general, who is over sixty years old, has been attacking the enemy with his sword soldiers, how many times has he attacked the enemy with his swordsmen? Even he doesn't remember himself, he just remembers, soldiers, should attack.

The camp of the northern line of Heiwu.

With a gloomy heart, Fengyue sat on that huge and luxurious throne, the anger in his eyes was almost spreading, and he couldn't break the lonely city by storming for more than half a month, even if he won this battle in the end, if he couldn't kill Emperor Ning, the history of the Black Martial Kingdom would never be able to erase this humiliating page, forever.

"Report!"

A disciple rushed over and knelt down on one knee: "A lone army of Ning is advancing towards the camp of our Chinese army!" ”

Xin Fengyue snorted: "It's just to desperately buy time for Emperor Ning to break through and stop my army, so that the left and right wings of the infantry will trap the enemy, the Ning cavalry that broke out of the siege is only more than 10,000 people, there are nearly 100,000 cavalry to surround it, and the rest of the people will wholeheartedly send the Ning army that broke through on the road, if they want to be alone, then they will be fulfilled." ”

"Yes!"

The disciple was ordered to go.

Two moments later, another disciple rushed over: "Report, Ning Dao soldiers broke through the defense line of the Chinese army twice." ”

"Report, Ning Daobing broke through the Chinese army's defense line three times."

"Report, Ning's saber soldiers have attacked the periphery of the camp!"

"Report, the Ning Dao soldiers have entered the camp."

"Report, there are only less than 1,000 Ning Dao soldiers, and they have entered the camp."

Xin Fengyue stood up violently.

"The general who leads the troops, but Pei Tingshan?"

"It's him."

Xin Fengyue got down from the throne and straightened his clothes: "I want to go and see him." ”

Many disciples surrounded Xin Fengyue and strode forward, passing the Chinese army to the vicinity of the wooden wall of the black martial arts camp, only to see that more than a thousand Daning sword soldiers covered in broken blood armor were still struggling to attack and kill, and the black martial arts army around them were still countless, but those sword soldiers didn't seem to care about these at all, they only had the front in their eyes.

With four arrows in his body, a knife in his leg, and an open shoulder, the old general Pei Tingshan stopped after seeing Xin Fengyue, and when he raised his head, his blood-stained long beard fluttered up, his eyes were wide, others looked at the moon like a god, and he looked at the moon like a clown.

"Pei Tingshan?"

Xin Fengyue waved his hand and signaled the guards around him not to block him, he stepped forward, and there was still about a dozen zhang away from Pei Tingshan to stand, what kind of army was that he was on, it was a group of dead people in the morning, but they could still stand, and it seemed that they could continue to rush forward and continue to kill.

Pei Tingshan raised his chin slightly, as arrogant as ever.

"Who are you?"

"Black Warrior National Teacher, Heart Fengyue."

"Hmm, the clown."

Hearing these four words, Xin Fengyue frowned slightly: "Ning Ren, it will always be like this." ”

He was disgusted.

Pei Tingshan pointed at Xin Fengyue with a long knife: "Do you dare to fight with the old man?" ”

Xin Fengyue sighed: "The courage of the horseman." ”

Pei Tingshan laughed: "You don't dare." ”

Xin Fengyue frowned: "If you lose, your emperor will die, you will also die, you can't change anything, how many swords and soldiers did you bring?" Except for the people who stayed on the northern front of Xifengkou, I am afraid that there are less than 30,000 people, you didn't bring cavalry, there should be 20,000 people who followed you to kill, you went straight through the military formation, killed more than ten defenses, I admire you very much...... But I think you're stupid, you want to use your lives to stop the pursuing soldiers for Emperor Ning, can you stop those cavalry......"

Xin Fengyue's face changed suddenly: "It wasn't Emperor Ning who broke through?!" ”

Pei Tingshan looked up to the sky and laughed.

At this time, all the cavalry of the Ning army had already escorted His Majesty out of the ancient city and headed south.

"Good."

Xin Fengyue let out a long breath: "Ning Ren, it's very good." ”

Pei Tingshan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers flicked on the long knife that he had cut out countless gaps, and when there was a crisp sound, the long knife could still ring.

"Ningren, it's always been good."

The corners of Pei Tingshan's mouth raised, and the long knife pointed at Xin Fengyue: "Cubs! ”

"In!"

"Can you still attack it?"

"Attack!"

More than a thousand sword soldiers, all wounded and covered in blood, shouted in unison, and the group of people who looked incomplete were incomparably tall.

"Attack!"

Pei Tingshan shouted violently, and rushed forward again with the only remaining more than 1,000 sword soldiers, no one hesitated, no one spared no effort, their appearance was tragic but not embarrassed, still like a tiger.

"Swordsman!"

Pei Tingshan still rushed to the forefront: "It was born to attack." ”

Xin Fengyue's face was ugly, and she waved her hand: "Kill them!" ”

With an order, countless black warrior soldiers rushed towards the sword soldiers, if you can rise to a high place and look down at this moment, you can see the straight bloody road behind the sword soldiers, which is the road they killed from other ancient cities to the camp of the northern line of Heiwu in one go.

There were at least thousands of people in the black martial arts camp, and there were knives everywhere, and blood was pouring everywhere.

Half an hour later, thousands of black warriors fell to the ground, dead corpses all over the ground, more than 1,000 sword soldiers with wounds, still hacked to death several times their enemies, and everyone who fell had an indelible glory.

The open space of the camp was full of dead bodies, and only the old general, whose blood seemed to have been drained, stood there, his face still carrying the hideousness of a hegemon.

Pei Tingshan, who had two broken knives stuck in his body, slowly exhaled a breath, the gas seemed to be scarlet, he stood there with a long knife poked on the ground, still looking arrogant, and when he looked at Xin Fengyue, his eyes were full of disdain.

Xin Fengyue can't stand such a look, who dares to look at him with such eyes in the black martial arts?

"You."

The old general raised his finger and pointed at Xin Fengyue, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he looked at the stragglers with contempt like a king: "You, no." ”

The old general didn't look back, and he didn't have the strength to look back, but he knew that the young man would not live up to him, Daning, after all, it was a generation after all, his generation had reached the time when he could quit, so quit, he was satisfied, he was proud, Daning was founded for hundreds of years, which general was more glorious than him?

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty suspected me Pei Tingshan, but only His Majesty knew my mind.

Xin Fengyue looked at the old general and shook her head: "Ning people should win." ”

He turned around and strode away, stretching out his hand: "Lead the horse, but I haven't conceded defeat yet." ”

The disciples around him came to the war horse, Xin Fengyue got on the horse, and rushed out in the direction of the other ancient city with his personal guards, the war horse passed by Pei Tingshan's side, the sword light flashed, and a blood line appeared in the old general's neck.

"Don't harm his corpse, we lost this battle, keep his corpse, if I can't hunt down Emperor Ning, the corpse will be returned to the Ning people, and it can be changed for a while."

Xin Fengyue rode out of the camp.

"We can't afford to lose anymore."

He glanced back, his eyes widening.

That old general of Daning is still not down!

The old general stood there, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he heard the cubs singing.

Without closing your eyes, look at the north, in the direction of the enemy.

Faintly, it seemed that around him, countless heroic souls gathered over, clenched their fists and knelt on one knee.

"Sword soldiers, greetings to the general!"