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"Prefect!"
The counselors and others lost their voice and exclaimed, but they saw Dai Jiantong's blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. The black arrow feather penetrated his chest from behind him and hit the key.
In a moment, the man came down, looked back, and asked in a surprised voice, "who's coming?"
Before the crowd had time to respond, countless horse hoofs startled the flying snow and dust, and the soldiers in black armor galloped here.
The first one, black clad Xuanjia, with a silver gun in hand, leaped over a crowd of rioters. One shot lifted Dai Jiantong from the ground to half air and penetrated his heart.
The blood stained the red tassel on the silver gun, but the visitor seemed to have not seen it. He looked up at the cold young man on the city gate, raised his lips, slightly nodded his head and said, "Ye Wuji, the pioneer of the ink feather camp, asks the third childe to say hello!"
Her complexion is dark, but her eyes are very bright. Her facial features are exquisite and beautiful. Snowflakes are blowing around her, and the desolate city and wild land are a little less cold.
Xie Xuan stood on the gate, slowly put down the white jade flute on his lips and took it back into his sleeve.
The young man stood with his hands down and nodded to the man underground.
They looked at each other and didn't look away.
Ye Zhiqiu reined in his horse and looked down at the mob. Lang said, "Ye was ordered to calm beizhou. He wants to abandon his sword and retreat a hundred steps. He wants to die..."
She threw away Dai Jiantong's body, raised her eyes and looked at the blood on the silver gun, killing her mind, "and come forward!"
The 30000 Moyu army cut off the back of the mob, leaving only one opening for four or five people.
Dai Jiantong, who took the lead in the riot, was killed by Ye Zhiqiu. Several counselors and the junior officials immediately lost their ideas and fell into panic.
A moment later.
Someone took the lead in abandoning the sword, stepped back and said uneasily, "general, we are all forced! We are all forced!"
Ye Zhiqiu sat on horseback, looked down at the crowd and said nothing.
Then, more and more people began to abandon their weapons and began to retreat.
"What are you afraid of!" the counselor who had been following Dai Jiantong suddenly said, "they are no more than us! It's not Xie Heng who came! What's to be afraid of!"
The night gradually darkened, and everyone could not see how many people were coming.
The wind in my ears was like crazy, and the Counselor's voice became higher and higher. "Today you abandon your weapons and are losers. In the future, if the court settles the old accounts, you are all mobs, you will still be convicted, and your parents and children will be involved! It's better to fight with them!"
Those who were going to give up their swords could not help hesitating when they heard the speech. They looked at Ye Zhiqiu and a group of Moyu troops, and at the people on their side. There was no disadvantage in the number of people and they might not lose.
"I'm usually most annoyed by these shouting!"
Ye Zhiqiu closed his eyes and threw the silver gun out directly.
In a flash of silver, the gun head went straight into the Counselor's heart and directly through his body.
They were stunned for a moment, and then fell into endless riots.
Ye Zhiqiu crossed the crowd, stretched out his hand and pulled out the silver gun. His face was as heavy as water and ordered, "those who abandon the blade and retreat a hundred steps live. If there is resistance, kill!"
All the officers and men of the Moyu camp said in unison, "get the order!"
The snow was red with blood in the dusk.
The sound of fighting broke the wind, and the residual knives and arrows fell all over the ground.
The victims in the gate hugged each other and wept and trembled.
Only the young man in purple robe and jade belt still stood on the gate, and the wind in front of him smelled of blood.
He stood still and watched the city fight desperately, just like people in heaven, watching things on earth.
This fight lasted until the second half of the night.
In front of the orderly trained Moyu army, the chaotic people in beizhou simply remember that they have no resistance. They die and fall, thus ending this absurd farce.
Xie Xuan stood on the gate and watched those people kneel down to general ye and beg for mercy.
Ye zhiqiuli ignored it, turned around and said to the accompanying Mo Yujun, "I'll leave it to you."
Turn the horse and you'll be at the gate.
The refugees who guarded the gate didn't know her. They only saw that she was not vague when she just killed. When they saw her coming, they were afraid of shaking all over.
No one dared open the gate to her.
Ye Zhiqiu held a silver gun in one hand and a reins in the other. He was covered with blood. Behind him were mountains of dead bodies and flaming lights.
She raised her eyes and looked at the spotless third childe. She couldn't help raising the volume, "Lord Xie, I came all night. Please open the door."
The man never said anything nice.
The extreme appearance of nature also means nothing else in life.
But Xie Xuan was condescending, watching her shrouded in fire, and the ice and snow seemed a little more warm.
He raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "open the gate."
Although the victims guarding the city gate were puzzled, they did so without asking more questions. At the moment when the dilapidated door opened, the light of fire outside lit up everyone's eyes.
Ye Zhiqiu hit his horse and entered the city. After entering the city, he turned over and dismounted, flew up the steps, and came to Xie Xuan in the twinkling of an eye.
"Third childe!"
She called out, stopped two steps in front of the boy, and unconsciously put her hand holding the silver gun behind her back.
The soldiers holding torches behind them didn't see general ye, so they looked away one after another.
Xie Yu bowed to Ye Zhiqiu and said two words to her, "thank you."
"You..."
Ye Zhiqiu wanted to come forward to help him. When he reached half way, he saw the blood all over his body. He silently wiped his sleeve twice. Even if he didn't wipe it clean, it became more and more dirty.
She was stunned and didn't have the good intention to help. Such a tangled appearance didn't have the decisive color just now.
Just for a moment.
Xie Xuan has recovered his standing posture, and his face is still expressionless. "General Ye has worked hard all the way. Go down and have a rest first."
"I'm not tired!" Ye Zhiqiu answered almost without thinking, "I'm not tired at all. I don't need to rest, really!"
Xie Xuan looked at her and didn't speak for a moment.
Ye Zhiqiu was afraid that he wouldn't believe it. "You don't know. When we fought with the northern desert, we didn't sleep for several days. It's really nothing!"
The third childe's eyes were dim. He couldn't help asking, "you've been fighting hard at the border. You've come to beizhou. How's your eldest brother now?"
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"Prefect!"
The counselors and others lost their voice and exclaimed, but they saw Dai Jiantong's blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. The black arrow feather penetrated his chest from behind him and hit the key.
In a moment, the man came down, looked back, and asked in a surprised voice, "who's coming?"
Before the crowd had time to respond, countless horse hoofs startled the flying snow and dust, and the soldiers in black armor galloped here.
The first one, black clad Xuanjia, with a silver gun in hand, leaped over a crowd of rioters. One shot lifted Dai Jiantong from the ground to half air and penetrated his heart.
The blood stained the red tassel on the silver gun, but the visitor seemed to have not seen it. He looked up at the cold young man on the city gate, raised his lips, slightly nodded his head and said, "Ye Wuji, the pioneer of the ink feather camp, asks the third childe to say hello!"
Her complexion is dark, but her eyes are very bright. Her facial features are exquisite and beautiful. Snowflakes are blowing around her, and the desolate city and wild land are a little less cold.
Xie Xuan stood on the gate, slowly put down the white jade flute on his lips and took it back into his sleeve.
The young man stood with his hands down and nodded to the man underground.
They looked at each other and didn't look away.
Ye Zhiqiu reined in his horse and looked down at the mob. Lang said, "Ye was ordered to calm beizhou. He wants to abandon his sword and retreat a hundred steps. He wants to die..."
She threw away Dai Jiantong's body, raised her eyes and looked at the blood on the silver gun, killing her mind, "and come forward!"
The 30000 Moyu army cut off the back of the mob, leaving only one opening for four or five people.
Dai Jiantong, who took the lead in the riot, was killed by Ye Zhiqiu. Several counselors and the junior officials immediately lost their ideas and fell into panic.
A moment later.
Someone took the lead in abandoning the sword, stepped back and said uneasily, "general, we are all forced! We are all forced!"
Ye Zhiqiu sat on horseback, looked down at the crowd and said nothing.
Then, more and more people began to abandon their weapons and began to retreat.
"What are you afraid of!" the counselor who had been following Dai Jiantong suddenly said, "they are no more than us! It's not Xie Heng who came! What's to be afraid of!"
The night gradually darkened, and everyone could not see how many people were coming.
The wind in my ears was like crazy, and the Counselor's voice became higher and higher. "Today you abandon your weapons and are losers. In the future, if the court settles the old accounts, you are all mobs, you will still be convicted, and your parents and children will be involved! It's better to fight with them!"
Those who were going to give up their swords could not help hesitating when they heard the speech. They looked at Ye Zhiqiu and a group of Moyu troops, and at the people on their side. There was no disadvantage in the number of people and they might not lose.
"I'm usually most annoyed by these shouting!"
Ye Zhiqiu closed his eyes and threw the silver gun out directly.
In a flash of silver, the gun head went straight into the Counselor's heart and directly through his body.
They were stunned for a moment, and then fell into endless riots.
Ye Zhiqiu crossed the crowd, stretched out his hand and pulled out the silver gun. His face was as heavy as water and ordered, "those who abandon the blade and retreat a hundred steps live. If there is resistance, kill!"
All the officers and men of the Moyu camp said in unison, "get the order!"
The snow was red with blood in the dusk.
The sound of fighting broke the wind, and the residual knives and arrows fell all over the ground.
The victims in the gate hugged each other and wept and trembled.
Only the young man in purple robe and jade belt still stood on the gate, and the wind in front of him smelled of blood.
He stood still and watched the city fight desperately, just like people in heaven, watching things on earth.
This fight lasted until the second half of the night.
In front of the orderly trained Moyu army, the chaotic people in beizhou simply remember that they have no resistance. They die and fall, thus ending this absurd farce.
Xie Xuan stood on the gate and watched those people kneel down to general ye and beg for mercy.
Ye zhiqiuli ignored it, turned around and said to the accompanying Mo Yujun, "I'll leave it to you."
Turn the horse and you'll be at the gate.
The refugees who guarded the gate didn't know her. They only saw that she was not vague when she just killed. When they saw her coming, they were afraid of shaking all over.
No one dared open the gate to her.
Ye Zhiqiu held a silver gun in one hand and a reins in the other. He was covered with blood. Behind him were mountains of dead bodies and flaming lights.
She raised her eyes and looked at the spotless third childe. She couldn't help raising the volume, "Lord Xie, I came all night. Please open the door."
The man never said anything nice.
The extreme appearance of nature also means nothing else in life.
But Xie Xuan was condescending, watching her shrouded in fire, and the ice and snow seemed a little more warm.
He raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "open the gate."
Although the victims guarding the city gate were puzzled, they did so without asking more questions. At the moment when the dilapidated door opened, the light of fire outside lit up everyone's eyes.
Ye Zhiqiu hit his horse and entered the city. After entering the city, he turned over and dismounted, flew up the steps, and came to Xie Xuan in the twinkling of an eye.
"Third childe!"
She called out, stopped two steps in front of the boy, and unconsciously put her hand holding the silver gun behind her back.
The soldiers holding torches behind them didn't see general ye, so they looked away one after another.
Xie Yu bowed to Ye Zhiqiu and said two words to her, "thank you."
"You..."
Ye Zhiqiu wanted to come forward to help him. When he reached half way, he saw the blood all over his body. He silently wiped his sleeve twice. Even if he didn't wipe it clean, it became more and more dirty.
She was stunned and didn't have the good intention to help. Such a tangled appearance didn't have the decisive color just now.
Just for a moment.
Xie Xuan has recovered his standing posture, and his face is still expressionless. "General Ye has worked hard all the way. Go down and have a rest first."
"I'm not tired!" Ye Zhiqiu answered almost without thinking, "I'm not tired at all. I don't need to rest, really!"
Xie Xuan looked at her and didn't speak for a moment.
Ye Zhiqiu was afraid that he wouldn't believe it. "You don't know. When we fought with the northern desert, we didn't sleep for several days. It's really nothing!"
The third childe's eyes were dim. He couldn't help asking, "you've been fighting hard at the border. You've come to beizhou. How's your eldest brother now?"
"Prefect!"The counselors and others lost their voice and exclaimed, but they saw Dai Jiantong's blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. The black arrow feather penetrated his chest from behind him and hit the key.In a moment, the man came down, looked back, and asked in a surprised voice, "who's coming?"Before the crowd had time to respond, countless horse hoofs startled the flying snow and dust, and the soldiers in black armor galloped here.The first one, black clad Xuanjia, with a silver gun in hand, leaped over a crowd of rioters. One shot lifted Dai Jiantong from the ground to half air and penetrated his heart.The blood stained the red tassel on the silver gun, but the visitor seemed to have not seen it. He looked up at the cold young man on the city gate, raised his lips, slightly nodded his head and said, "Ye Wuji, the pioneer of the ink feather camp, asks the third childe to say hello!"Her complexion is dark, but her eyes are very bright. Her facial features are exquisite and beautiful. Snowflakes are blowing around her, and the desolate city and wild land are a little less cold.Xie Xuan stood on the gate, slowly put down the white jade flute on his lips and took it back into his sleeve.The young man stood with his hands down and nodded to the man underground.They looked at each other and didn't look away.Ye Zhiqiu reined in his horse and looked down at the mob. Lang said, "Ye was ordered to calm beizhou. He wants to abandon his sword and retreat a hundred steps. He wants to die..."She threw away Dai Jiantong's body, raised her eyes and looked at the blood on the silver gun, killing her mind, "and come forward!"The 30000 Moyu army cut off the back of the mob, leaving only one opening for four or five people.Dai Jiantong, who took the lead in the riot, was killed by Ye Zhiqiu. Several counselors and the junior officials immediately lost their ideas and fell into panic.A moment later.Someone took the lead in abandoning the sword, stepped back and said uneasily, "general, we are all forced! We are all forced!"Ye Zhiqiu sat on horseback, looked down at the crowd and said nothing.Then, more and more people began to abandon their weapons and began to retreat."What are you afraid of!" the counselor who had been following Dai Jiantong suddenly said, "they are no more than us! It's not Xie Heng who came! What's to be afraid of!"The night gradually darkened, and everyone could not see how many people were coming.The wind in my ears was like crazy, and the Counselor's voice became higher and higher. "Today you abandon your weapons and are losers. In the future, if the court settles the old accounts, you are all mobs, you will still be convicted, and your parents and children will be involved! It's better to fight with them!"Those who were going to give up their swords could not help hesitating when they heard the speech. They looked at Ye Zhiqiu and a group of Moyu troops, and at the people on their side. There was no disadvantage in the number of people and they might not lose."I'm usually most annoyed by these shouting!"Ye Zhiqiu closed his eyes and threw the silver gun out directly.In a flash of silver, the gun head went straight into the Counselor's heart and directly through his body.They were stunned for a moment, and then fell into endless riots.Ye Zhiqiu crossed the crowd, stretched out his hand and pulled out the silver gun. His face was as heavy as water and ordered, "those who abandon the blade and retreat a hundred steps live. If there is resistance, kill!"All the officers and men of the Moyu camp said in unison, "get the order!"The snow was red with blood in the dusk.The sound of fighting broke the wind, and the residual knives and arrows fell all over the ground.The victims in the gate hugged each other and wept and trembled.Only the young man in purple robe and jade belt still stood on the gate, and the wind in front of him smelled of blood.He stood still and watched the city fight desperately, just like people in heaven, watching things on earth.This fight lasted until the second half of the night.In front of the orderly trained Moyu army, the chaotic people in beizhou simply remember that they have no resistance. They die and fall, thus ending this absurd farce.Xie Xuan stood on the gate and watched those people kneel down to general ye and beg for mercy.Ye zhiqiuli ignored it, turned around and said to the accompanying Mo Yujun, "I'll leave it to you."Turn the horse and you'll be at the gate.The refugees who guarded the gate didn't know her. They only saw that she was not vague when she just killed. When they saw her coming, they were afraid of shaking all over.No one dared open the gate to her.Ye Zhiqiu held a silver gun in one hand and a reins in the other. He was covered with blood. Behind him were mountains of dead bodies and flaming lights.She raised her eyes and looked at the spotless third childe. She couldn't help raising the volume, "Lord Xie, I came all night. Please open the door."The man never said anything nice.The extreme appearance of nature also means nothing else in life.But Xie Xuan was condescending, watching her shrouded in fire, and the ice and snow seemed a little more warm.He raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "open the gate."Although the victims guarding the city gate were puzzled, they did so without asking more questions. At the moment when the dilapidated door opened, the light of fire outside lit up everyone's eyes.Ye Zhiqiu hit his horse and entered the city. After entering the city, he turned over and dismounted, flew up the steps, and came to Xie Xuan in the twinkling of an eye."Third childe!"She called out, stopped two steps in front of the boy, and unconsciously put her hand holding the silver gun behind her back.The soldiers holding torches behind them didn't see general ye, so they looked away one after another.Xie Yu bowed to Ye Zhiqiu and said two words to her, "thank you.""You..."Ye Zhiqiu wanted to come forward to help him. When he reached half way, he saw the blood all over his body. He silently wiped his sleeve twice. Even if he didn't wipe it clean, it became more and more dirty.She was stunned and didn't have the good intention to help. Such a tangled appearance didn't have the decisive color just now.Just for a moment.Xie Xuan has recovered his standing posture, and his face is still expressionless. "General Ye has worked hard all the way. Go down and have a rest first.""I'm not tired!" Ye Zhiqiu answered almost without thinking, "I'm not tired at all. I don't need to rest, really!"Xie Xuan looked at her and didn't speak for a moment.Ye Zhiqiu was afraid that he wouldn't believe it. "You don't know. When we fought with the northern desert, we didn't sleep for several days. It's really nothing!"The third childe's eyes were dim. He couldn't help asking, "you've been fighting hard at the border. You've come to beizhou. How's your eldest brother now?"
