On the way out of Luoyang, Song Yuhua saw countless carriages running back and forth.

The fire is like a dragon. Thousands of people are holding torches and guiding the direction. Countless men are shouting slogans to calm the people's hearts. There are soldiers patrolling the road from time to time. From time to time, you can see the general in armor. Unlike Song Yuhua, her carriage, there are almost no guards in all the carriages, and even if there are only two or three people, and most of them are men.

Some people slowly moved with the crowds carrying large and small bags of luggage. The ox carts drove slowly beside them. The elderly, children and a small number of women were riding on it. When these people saw their relatives walking back and greet each other, they would tell each other to separate themselves under the dissuasion of soldiers and officials. Also carrying the ox carts were piled up high... and slowly drove to the south like a hill.

Song Yuhua also found that in addition to the strong female guard Ruhua and her ten companions, the patrol soldiers were secretly guarding their carriages from time to time in front of them and behind them until they met the next group of patrol soldiers. Although she was the daughter of Tiandao Song Que, the four fiancées of Mr. Xu, the sister of Song Yuzhi, is the great historian of China, she probably does not need such strict protection. Are the two women in the same carriage... who are they? They actually asked Empress Wei Zhenzhen to send her off to her?

She was also hugging two women in the same car.

They were looking at Song Yuhua and didn't understand who she was. She knew the little princess and military commander Shen and asked the queen to send him off in person. She was even a woman who was the great historian of the Chinese Army... Who was this weak woman?

"The great historian is polite!" A beautiful woman as beautiful as an immortal said softly: "I have met the great historian in thousands of counties."

"Please call me Yuhua." Song Yuhua quickly replied: "The great historian is not a real job... The little woman just grinds ink and records makes people jokingly call Yusi... Miss, don't have to be too kind to be Yuhua! I dare not be ashamed!"

"Don't call me a lady, actually..." The beautiful woman's face turned red and shy, saying, "I'm not a lady, just a turning back, the shore is a broken willow. This is my sister Lu'er, Lu'er, has seen the great historian!" The other girl with a delicate face obediently bowed to Song Yuhua and took out the down white felt half covered with the beautiful woman's legs and knees. The big eyes flashed at Song Yuhua a few times, as if she wanted to say something but didn't say it.

Silence fell into silence again. Song Yuhua looked at him secretly and felt that the other party had a unique temperament and a great demeanor.

The other party was even more surprised that Song Yuhua's elegant and elegant beauty compared with the girls she knew, and they felt that they were not as curious as Song Yuhua. They wanted to ask again, but were afraid of being rude.

After walking for more than an hour, the little girl named Lu'er fell asleep while the carriage was swaying slightly.

Song Yuhua looked more like a maid whom everyone Runxiu loved rather than a lady. Who are these two women? I wonder what happened to him... Queen Zhenzhen said he was in danger, did he encounter some powerful enemies? Is there any enemy in the world who is more terrifying and powerful than Jie Li, the lord of the Eastern Turkic Republic?

I am really worried, but in the current situation, I can't do anything for him... Hey, I'm really useless, I knew I was like my sister, and I could share a little more for him...

There was a dark cold wind snucking in from outside.

Song Yuhua, dressed in single clothes, forgot that she was not in the hut. Without the stove that Queen Zhenzhen brought to her, she couldn't help but feel a little chilled. Her body shrank and hugged her arms tightly. She kept thinking about it. The more she thought about it, the clearer she became in her heart, everything he said seemed to be floating in her ears and echoed... Song Yuhua was reluctant to interrupt those memories and everything about him... It was so beautiful. Although he liked to pretend to be a ghost to deceive himself, he couldn't get angry at all...

The woman with a fairy-like skin color as clean as mutton fat, looks like a fairy, quietly pulled a little down white felt and covered it on Song Yuhua's body to wake up Song Yuhua who was thinking.

"Thank you..." Song Yuhua felt that her down snow quilt was just a slightly different pattern and the texture was exactly the same as this woman.

It seems that she is also a girl living in Xiyuan, but she just doesn't know the other person.

"If the great historian didn't bother to come and sit in the carriage with me!" The fairy-looking woman smiled and said, "There are brocade mats and soft backrests behind it, and it's warmer for everyone to squeeze together."

She gently uncovered a corner and let Song Yuhua sit over.

Song Yuhua was not used to being too close to people, but after a little hesitation, she sat over and accepted the other party's kindness. She originally wanted to say some comfort to the other party, who didn't want the other party to relieve herself, but she couldn't help but whisper. Finally, she inevitably mentioned the woman, Xu Ziling, the leader of the Chinese Army, with a little shy expression. She claimed that her relationship with him seemed to be different because of her words. Song Yuhua kept thinking about who the master and servant girls were?

Have they appeared in historical materials? If not, would it be that he had known each other for a while...

If they had appeared, who would it be?

"Empress Lu'er just had a dream and dreamed of the miracle doctor. He said he would come to find the miracle tomorrow!" The little girl named Lu'er reported the good news with a little confusion and excitement: "Last time Lu'er also had such a dream, and the miracle doctor came soon!"

"Call me! Don't scream randomly if I'm not a concubine..." Let the great historian laugh!" The beautiful woman smiled at Song Yuhua and gently stroked Lu'er's little head, which was full of pampering.

"But the miracle doctor said that you would also give a concubine to the empress in the future, and you will still be the empress!" Lu'er laughed and said, "The great historian must know!"

"Ah..." Song Yuhua couldn't answer, but she intuitively thought that the miracle doctor was him, but she didn't know who this woman who was the noble concubine and Lu'er called the Empress was such a person?

"How could I have the intention of affecting my husband's reputation as a broken flower and willow. I hope to be a slave who warms the bed and folds the quilt and is satisfied." The beautiful woman quickly shook her head. Song Yuhua was so surprised that she stared at her eyes widened and almost screamed in surprise... Husband? She... she actually called him husband?

"No, no!" The beautiful woman and Lu'er quickly argued in panic when they saw Song Yuhua's surprised expression.

"But I clearly heard..." Song Yuhua was stunned.

"It's really not that I didn't say anything, right? Lu'er?" The beautiful woman quickly denied... The little maid Lu'er also nodded desperately... The little hand kept waving her hands at the same time and responded: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,

Fengling Ferry.

The light breeze, drizzle, snow and water fall from the sky, make people shudder from the bottom of their hearts.

The fighting between the two armies continued to continue in the snow water. The heat was wet and muddy. The swords and swords intersected. The blood splashed and people fell to the ground from time to time. Blood accumulated on the ground and dyed red. The whole ground and the pool of blood more penetrated into the Yellow River and went east with the waves...

The screams of killing were rising and falling.

The Chinese army and Li Tang fought for three days and three nights at this Fengling Ferry Crossing for three days and three nights, and both sides were exhausted. The positions were defeated countless times and then reorganized their forces to counterattack and capture the positions. The Chinese army recaptured the Fengling Ferry from the hands of Li Tang Army again and again with the help of the navy beds and the desperate fights of the soldiers.

The Li Tang army also dispatched troops to reinforce the front army again and again to replace the disabled front army again and again to rest.

The three-day and three-night battle made them even the most elite Xuanjia Hu Ben grit their teeth to persevere. This kind of continuous battle with severe intensity and pain was something that no one could imagine before. They never dreamed that the Chinese army could last for so long.

Until now, the Chinese army has no minor wounded. All the injured soldiers are fighting on the front line, no one is willing to retreat and add burden to their companions.

The battle is destined to have no way out... Unless it is a severely damaged soldier who is confused and dragged his companions out of the battlefield, as long as the sane person is still in a state of mind, they will not leave the front line easily. Everyone withdraws will weaken their own strength by one point. Because the injured soldiers need to take care of them, they will have to divide a portion of the soldiers to take care of and treat them again, and each of them will be weakened again.

When the enemy breaks hard and companions don't abandon them, they need to take them back and weaken them a little.

Therefore, the soldiers of the Chinese army would rather die with the enemy in the front than weaken their strength because of their repeated weaknesses. It is everyone's desire to survive, but the soldiers who have been fighting for three days and three nights in a row think that death is the greatest relief of pain.

Living now is an extremely unbearable pain.

What they are most willing to do is to die in battle gloriously... and both enemies are killed!

Waves of wounded soldiers shouted wildly, holding their swords and charging towards the enemy. Dead on the battlefield and died as if they were the real heroes in the world would die halfway through the enemy's pursuit, then it would be a pity..."

"Let's go! We will guard until the last moment! I'll leave the one behind you!" A group of people from the Chinese army who shouldn't have appeared on the battlefield came from the Chinese army. They were the most honorary soldiers of the veteran Chinese army. More than 2,000 people rushed from Luoyang to Fengling Ferry on a simple merchant ship.

"Veter! Veteran! Veteran!" The Yanshi Army, Hulao Army, and Luoyang Imperial Guards were already covered in blood. Even the disabled veterans were crying.

"Let's go!" The bloody battles of countless Li Tang generals on their bodies, which had been covered with scars for days, made them almost exhausted and died in this bloody battlefield. Four war god eagles spread their huge wings and flew down to bring the signal of soldiers retreating. Ba Fenghan raised his bloody sword and shouted wildly: "Salute to the veterans... Go! Let's go!"

"We are veterans!" Faced with tens of thousands of disabled Chinese veterans in the Li Tang army who were slowly coming, raising their swords and shouting loudly.

"veteran……"

"A veteran with a disabled and strong will!" Yang Gongqing, the old general with only one arm, shouted loudly.

"veteran……"

"The veteran who will never retreat!" Hu Rancheng's blood-red and seriously injured, the old coach Pei Renji raised his broken sword and roared as much as possible.
Chapter completed!