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495. How did the little prince come in! (11)

"Great-grandfather was frightened and quickly abandoned the boat and ran back. The old man from the little man's hometown said: On sunny days, there was no wind blowing, and the sand ghost was coming. You must run to a higher place. The higher the better. Although the sandstorm was confused, the great-grandfather could not see the direction clearly, so he could only rush to the high ground based on his impression. Later, the great-grandfather fainted. When the great-grandfather woke up, the big lake had disappeared and became what he was now. No one who entered the lake to catch fish that day came back, and the great-grandfather was lucky enough to save his life."

"The great-grandfather told the villain's grandfather about the incident, in case one day the descendants met the sand ghost and did not know how to escape." The soldier begged with a bitter face: "Prince, order the retreat quickly, otherwise it will be too late!"

Ye Qingyue was skeptical. It was hard to believe that a small sandstorm could flood a huge lake.

"Prince, my subordinates also recommend retreating temporarily, at least wait for this sandstorm to pass."

Unexpectedly, Scandal said the same thing.[

"When the war is in full swing, leading troops to retreat, resulting in unstable morale and a decline in morale, and it may even allow Nanzhao to take the lead from now on!"

"Now we are not only affected, but the enemy will not be happy either. I am confident that I can kill them so much that they can lose their armor!"

The wind speed seemed to slow down slightly, but the sandstorm in the air showed no sign of subsidence and it became darker.

A flying sand and stones were flying, and the war horse under his crotch was frightened. Ye Qingyue tightened the reins and stretched out her hand to caress her long mane. Her eyes looked straight through the iron helmet.

"I am willing to give a letter!"

Message said without hesitation.

The decline of the homeland began with the disappearance of Qixia Lake, wealth became poor, and living and working in peace and prosperity became a waste of people. Who knows the pain better than the people of Linyi?

Sand ghost, sand ghost!

If not, if it is...

Ye Geng would rather bet on his own life to survive 30,000 Linyi soldiers.

"Okay, very good!"

Although Ye Qingyue was conceited, she was not a foolish talent who could not listen to his subordinates' advice. She also issued a military order and was willing to put a head on the edge of the knife. If he was stubborn, wouldn't he betrayed his soldiers and ignore them?

He summoned the commander and just as he issued the order to retreat, he saw the report from the front.

"Report! Report to the prince, the Nanzhao army has begun to retreat!"

In the sandstorm, the clanging sound of swords and guns colliding is almost unheard, and due to the limitations of the environment, only some sporadic fights remain.

Nanzhao and Xiwu, the generals of the two armies both chose to temporarily succumb to the power of the sandstorm. Due to the large number of people on both sides and the large battlefield area, the order to withdraw is spread in sequence with the general's position as the center. It is also necessary to prevent the opponent from attacking in the chaos, and there is no way to completely withdraw it for a while.

Suddenly, on the right side of the moon formation, where the sandstorm was first formed, the huge "hourglass" actually showed signs of realization. People with good eyesight could still vaguely see the strange yellow light.

Ye Qingyue was walking back, and noisy noise suddenly came from behind. As soon as she turned her horse's head, a soldier rushed to her and rushed in front of her, saying in horror: "Prince, Prince, the ground is sinking! Run, the ground is sinking!"

"What!" Ye Qingyue grabbed the soldier's collar with one hand, raised her head and asked, "Where is Mr. Li!"[

Li Dongkui, Ye Qingyue's most respected teacher, was his first person to enter the threshold of martial arts, and the only teacher instructor. He is famous for his "Black Sword" and his seniority is definitely not low. ..
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