Ning Chen stayed in Ulaanbaatar for three days, and after settling Lin Youwei, he prepared to go to the front line.

At this time, the spring cold is expected.

Occasionally, a strong wind blows in the face, with a bitter coldness.

In the center of a street out of the city, Ning Chen traveled lightly, sat on a top-level war horse that was specially fed, smiled at the corner of his mouth, lowered his head, and stared at Lin Youwei in front of him.

"Stay safe." Lin Youwei followed behind slowly.

Ning Chen leaned forward, nodded lightly at Lin Youwei's forehead, and said softly, "Go back, wait for my good news." ”

"We must win." Lin Youwei raised her right fist and cheered towards Ning Chen.

Ning Chen smiled but said nothing.

Turn your head and ride the dust.

Go to the front.

Lin Youwei was so stunned that she looked at Ning Chen, who was getting farther and farther away, shrugged her shoulders, and added another sentence to herself, I am here, waiting for your triumphant return!

At the same time, outside of Ulaanbaatar.

Two horses, a man and a woman, quickly docked towards the city.

After a few minutes of trimming, the drive is straight in.

Lin Youwei happened to pass by these two people, and she didn't know whether she had a heart or an unintentional move.

Standing tall, Murong Qingyi, who was dressed in a red robe, looked at Lin Youwei curiously.

As if seeing that there was no so-called malice in the other party's eyes, Lin Youwei raised her head and smiled softly.

Murong Qingyi nodded in return and quickly rode by.

Then, along the route that Ning Chen left, immediately speed up the journey.

Murong Xuan, the purple-shirted god, accompanied by him.

It's just that compared to Murong Qingyi's nervous and even excited look, Murong Xuan's expression was silent, and there was a lingering depression between his eyebrows.

A few days ago, Murong Anlan's words had a serious psychological impact on him, so that he couldn't calm down for a few days.

Raising his head and looking at the scenery of the border where the grass grows and the eagle flies, Murong Xuan suddenly sighed and muttered, this north can no longer settle down.

Murong Qingyi glanced at his father hesitantly, and said in a low voice, "Father, what did grandpa tell you that day?" ”

Murong Xuan held his head in his hands and sighed silently.

"Father."

Murong Qingyi was unwilling, and called out in a deep voice.

After a long time, Murong Xuan said something that sounded inconsequential, "Tsing Yi, in your impression, what kind of person is Hetu?" ”

"He's ......" Murong Qingyi paused and pursed his lips and smiled, "He's a great hero who stands up to the sky." ”

"If one day, many people bully your sister Prarua, you say, what choice will Hetu make?" Murong Xuan asked again.

Murong Qingyi was stunned and confused.

"He will be the enemy of the world for the sake of Sister Praruo!"

The world is the enemy.

Four words, concise and to the point.

This father and daughter, almost without hesitation, both know that with that guy's character, where will he care about the general trend of the world, who dares to touch his fiancée, win him first.

The two of them raised their heads at the same time, looked at the scenery of the border pass, and fell into deep thought.

Many years ago.

She took his right hand, looked sideways at the little guy who was a head shorter than herself, and said with a smile, Xiaohetu, if you protect you in the future.

Many years later.

Hundreds of thousands of private troops from several royal families jointly pressed the border, intending to put the lives of the people in the world at risk, and forcibly forced her to apologize for her crimes.

On that day, dressed in red and with long hair flying, she stood at the head of the empty city, looking at the army that was advancing like a tide under the city, and her smile was gloomy.

One step down the city, but no fall.

She looked up and saw a white-robed man, like thunder and lightning, ascending to the top of the city.

After that, the man surnamed Ning, who came all the way for her, said a word, and since then his name has moved the world, and countless women in the northern territory have fallen for it.

What about subverting the whole world for you alone?

I'm Ninghetu, do what I say!

……

After decades of accumulation and development, the Nalan royal family now has nineteen cities, almost becoming the overlord of an era.

And the old man, nicknamed 8,000 years old, is the only master within a radius of thousands of miles.

Now, this old man, who has been beautiful all his life, finally ushered in his lifelong enemy, Ning Hetu, in the last years of his life.

After passing through Ulaanbaatar, 20,000 private troops with the name of Ning immediately increased their speed and camped thirty miles outside a city called Chaoge.

The banner is mighty, and the tents are everywhere.

At the end of the moonlight, Ning Chen rushed to the barracks, and under the leadership of Chen Qingzhi, walked into the commander's tent.

A formation diagram with it hanging in the center.

Ning Chen took a silk scarf handed over by Chen Qingzhi, wiped his palm briefly, and asked, "What's the situation with Chaoge?" ”

"There's no movement yet."

Chen Qingzhi pointed to the location marked in the map and said in a deep voice, "Young Marshal, judging from the information I have received so far, the Nalan royal family recruited troops and horses a few years ago, and at least temporarily expanded the private army by 30,000, plus Chaoge 20,000, a conservative estimate, 50,000. ”

Chen Qingzhi's eyes lit up and he made a five-five gesture.

"There are only 20,000 of them who really have combat effectiveness, and the remaining 30,000 are just a bunch of wine bags and rice bags."

Ning Chen frowned, "Don't underestimate the enemy." ”

"Hey, hey." Chen Qingzhi scratched his head, and his pupils oozed with a strong fighting intent.

Halfway through, Chen Qingzhi remembered one thing, "Young marshal, there is another piece of news that I have to pay attention to." ”

"Say." Ning Chen reminded.

"A few months ago, while harvesting giant logs and employing skilled craftsmen, Asagajo seemed to be making a batch of super-lethal weapons of war."

Chen Qingzhi said that he had sold a pass here, he approached Ning Chen, and said in a deep voice, "Young marshal, guess what?" ”

Ning Chen turned around and raised a slap to Chen Qingzhi, "If you have something to say, let it go." ”

Chen Qingzhi's mouth popped out three words, "Sky crossbow." ”

Sky Crossbow.

Giant crossbows.

This kind of weapon is very rare in conventional warfare, and it is difficult to use, and it requires too much manpower and material resources, and the investment and return are obviously not proportional.

Unless you have to deal with the kind of top masters who can defeat ten thousand.

Ning Chen and Chen Qingzhi glanced at each other, almost understanding the potential intentions of the Nalan royal family.

"Looks like you're here for the king." Ning Chen sighed faintly, but there was not much change in his expression.

With his current skills, it is difficult for conventional force to exert influence on him.

The Nalan royal clan used the Sky Crossbow, in addition to dragging down Ning Chen's action, but also trying to occupy the air dominance to a large extent, so as not to be taken advantage of by Ning Chen at the beginning of the war and cut off the generals before the battle.

"Young marshal, the Nalan royal family has good intentions for you, in case of accidents, let me charge in this battle."

Chen Qingzhi didn't think twice and took the initiative to ask for his life.

Ning Chen was silent, turned his body, and once again locked his gaze to the several large valley mouths, defensive areas, and open plains marked in the map.

(End of chapter)