The soft green grassland Bu Xiaolu and Yan Yang cried bitterly. They cried heartily with the rugged and crescendo, as if they wanted to vent all the bitterness and sorrow that they had been separated for the past five years.

Fang Zheng stood not far away and looked at them. The corners of his eyes couldn't help but become wet. His eyes quickly glowed a little red. Then he blinked hard and endured the tears that were thrusting into his eyes desperately.

The relatives around him were familiar with Mrs. Ru, the Marshal Xiaolu. When they saw the reunion of the mother and daughter, many cold and hard men could not help but quietly turn their backs and wipe the tears from the corners of their eyes.

The mother and daughter cried for a while, Fang Zheng walked forward, held Xiao Lu's thin shoulders, and said softly: Xiao Lu, let's go back to the camp first, reunion is a happy event, don't cry anymore."

Xiao Lu nodded, stood up obediently, wiped his tears, and helped Yan Yang up, and said softly: "Mom, Lu'er is married as a wife, this is Lu'er's husband. He, he treats Lu'er very well."

Yan Yang hurriedly wiped his tears and looked at Fang Zheng, but saw a handsome boy wearing silver-white armor and a handsome face smiling at her under the warm sunlight. Unfortunately, there was a bit of terrifying smell in his smile, which looked a bit evil.

Yan Yang was slightly surprised. This son was so young that he was the Northern Expedition Marshal who commanded more than 100,000 soldiers of the Hua Dynasty. What is his ability? The most important thing is, will he really treat his daughter?

Looking at Fang Zheng's evil smile, Yan Yang's heart suddenly jumped. Thinking of the extremely stingy letter that Marshal Fang ordered to bring her. For some reason, she blushed. Then she tidied up her clothes and bowed to Fang Zheng, and said softly: "I thank Marshal Fang for his care for Lu'er for the past five years. Thank you for your subordinates for helping me save me in the eyes of the country. This kind of grace is like recreation."

Fang Zheng hurriedly rushed forward, grabbed Yan Yang's hand regardless of the situation, and grabbed it tightly. Yan Yang was shocked, and wanted to make it but couldn't get it away, and his pretty face couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and angry.

"My mother-in-law is so polite. You and I are a family, why should we be so disgusted? Xiaolu is my wife. How dare you be my elder son-in-law be the ritual of my mother-in-law? It is really a shame to my son-in-law."

Yan Yang saw Fang Zheng speak seriously and his tone was sincere. He probably came to him to grab his hand because he was so worried, not deliberately frivolous. Thinking of this, Yan Yang felt that if he broke free from his hand, he would be out of the ordinary. He had to blush and let Fang Zheng hold her hand tightly.

But this Marshal Fang was too sincere. As he spoke, Fang Zheng blinked a few times and shed tears, and even his tone became more and more choked: "My mother-in-law, you have been separated from Xiaolu for several years. You don't know. Xiaolu misses you every day and wet the pillowcase. You can't sleep at night. Over the years, I haven't slept for a day and felt that Xiaolu was "hard!" Of course, the son-in-law also missed you, and the degree of missing you is no less than Xiaolu. Fortunately, I saw my mother-in-law safe and sound. The joy in my heart is really unparalleled. "Woo, Mother-in-law," Wuwu, although you are not so young, the skin on your hands is still so white and tender. "The son-in-law thinks it's so white. "Woo"

"Ah!" Yan Yang jumped up as if he was bitten by a dog, blushed and broke free from Fang Zheng's hand, then pointed at Fang Zheng, neither angry nor scolded, and was very entangled.

Xiaolu hurriedly smoothed out the situation and said, "Mom, my husband thinks he is as eager as his daughter, so he is obsessed with it."

Fang Zheng hurriedly nodded and said, "Yes, right, right, wherever the love comes, so the feelings of the son-in-law have always been very rich.

Xiaolu turned around without a trace and glared at Fang Zheng fiercely.

In the Mochuo camp, a centurion hurried into the tent and shouted: "Report to the great khan, I have searched everything inside and outside the camp, but there is still no trace of Concubine Yan. She seems to have disappeared out of thin air."

Mochu's face turned pale. Hearing this, he rushed forward a few steps, kicked the centurion away, and said angrily: "How could such a living person disappear out of thin air? Ben Khan's camp is very cautious. How did she disappear? Check Ben Khan! Who was responsible for the patrol near the tent last night? He lost Ben Khan's most beloved concubine and dragged him out and beheaded!"

The centurion looked at the Khan like a wounded beast, and couldn't help but shivered, hurriedly stroked his chest and gave him a gift, leaving the tent.

Mochu became more and more angry when he thought about it in the king's tent, and a little sadness rose in his heart.

Concubine Yan, Concubine Yan, you finally abandoned me. Isn’t everything I have done to you over the past few years enough to touch your heart? Except for that deceased husband, you cannot tolerate any other man in your heart? What is Benhan not as good as your dead husband?

"boom!"

The furious Mochu kicked several cases made of mahogany in the tent.

"Come, come!" Mochuo stared at him like a bell, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty red silk: "I have all the maids who take care of Concubine Yan's daily life! Kill! Concubine Yan is gone, and they don't have to live anymore!"

"Woo" the low and desolate horn sounded throughout the camp, and the sound was sobbing, like mourning the thousands of creatures about to die.

A ten thousand men stepped in and stroked his chest with a respectful expression: "My great Khan, the time for the decisive battle is here. As your loyal people, we are willing to step on all corners that can be shined by the sun."

Shaking his head hard, Mochu suppressed the pain in his heart. The time for the decisive battle has come, and there is no time to investigate the whereabouts of Concubine Yan. Mochu firmly believes that when he wins in one battle, he will determine the world. When the whole thing is in his hands today, the woman who makes him dream of will definitely appear, and will crawl at his feet, praising himself as the king of all kings, sure!

"The order of this Khan was passed on, and the entire army was divided into three groups. The goal was: the Chinese North Expedition Camp!"

On the vast grassland, looking at the end of the sky, there were suddenly three inconspicuous black lines, like three waves rushing towards the edge of the sea, divided into east, west and north, quickly rushing towards the Northern Expedition Army's camp.

In the camp, Turkic soldiers dressed in Huachao soldiers' uniforms stood on the high alert tower in front of the gate, put on a pergola and looked around for a while, and suddenly shouted in Turkic words: "Here is here! Mochu's cavalry is here!"

When the Turkic soldiers who were waiting in the camp heard this, they hurriedly arranged the horses, caltrops, tripping horses, and few bows and arrows left to them for the camp before leaving. They sent people to run to the commander's tent to report to Mojilian.

Everything was going in an orderly manner. The Turks were born warriors. They were never afraid of the strength of their enemies. For them, the stronger the enemy, the more they could inspire their will to fight. They were a nation on horseback. As long as they rode a war horse, they had the strong confidence to smash all the evil in the world. Even if the enemy was equally powerful, the tent towel.

Mojilian sat in the tent and was tasting the Longjing left by Fang Zheng to him. When he heard the soldiers under the tent report, even though Mojilian had already been mentally prepared, his whole body trembled at this moment. Even the hot tea splashed on his hands, he was still unaware of it.

"Here, Mochu is finally here." Mojilian's old face turned pale. Everything was as Fang Zheng and himself expected. Mochu had indeed formed a large army, like a fierce and cruel hungry wolf, rushing towards the camp fiercely.

Gritting his teeth, Mojilian threw the exquisite teacup in his hand to the ground and said calmly: "Split two thousand people to protect the little Khan, and the rest will gather immediately, and I will resist Mochu with me!"

"Yes!" The soldiers under the tent responded with a stern voice.

"Slow down!" Mojilian called him, with a comforting smile on his face. I don't know whether to comfort the soldiers under the tent or comfort himself: "Tell us the brave soldiers, Mochu's troops are only 30,000 more than us. We only need to hold on for half an hour, and the Allies of the Huachao will come to rescue us. I promised the soldiers that this is the last battle on the grassland. In the future, you can bring countless cattle, sheep and slaves back to your tribe and live a rich life."

"Yes!" The morale of the warrior was obviously much higher. He licked his lips, had a greedy smile on his face, and he went out to send a bill to pass the order.

Moji fell heavily onto the chair, his face turned gray. He could comfort the soldiers under the tent, but he could not comfort himself.

Fang Zheng "Will he really come to rescue me? I hope you can, after all, Hua Chao has always advocated faith and righteousness. If he couldn't do what he said, Fang Zheng would be despised by the world when he returned to the court. He would not dare to take the blame for the world,

Then I thought, Fang Zheng, "Is it the kind of person who is afraid of being despised? His skin"

Between the gains and losses, Mojilian's old face kept changing color, and his whole body seemed to be sick, sometimes it was as hot as a furnace, sometimes it was as cold as iron,

The situation has come to this point. No matter whether he comes to save it or not, I have no way out.”

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Three huge black waves were getting closer and closer to the Northern Expedition Army camp, and they formed a vaguely encirclement of the Northern Expedition Camp in three directions. Only to the south of the camp is the turbulent Yu River, which is the real dead place.

The horse's hooves roared and the flags fluttered. The originally sunny grassland, in an instant, dark clouds covered the sun, the sky and the earth were gloomy and terrified, and the murderous intent that was so strong that it could not be dissolved began to spread wildly.

The vanguard of Mochu's army was less than 500 steps away from the gate of the camp. The Turkic soldiers in the camp could even see the white air spurted out of their nostrils as the horses under their crotch, as well as the enemy's cold eyes covered with bloodshot.

"Prepare the bow and arrow!" the Turkic centurion defending in the camp ordered loudly.

"Maintain!" Qi's brand-name arrows emitted a faint cold light, aiming at the enemy who was getting closer and closer.

"Happy" A hundred steps away, more than a dozen war horses under Mochu's tent were tripped by the tripping rope and suddenly fell to the ground. The horse's knight also flew up in the air, drew an arc in the air, and then hit the iron caltrops that had been arranged. Before he could even scream, he was pierced by the iron pricks on the caltrops and died instantly. The red and white objects that flowed out of his mind dyed the green grass red in the blink of an eye.

Affected by inertia, the knights charging behind could not avoid it, were blocked by the fallen horses, and were tripped to the ground. For a moment, more than a hundred cavalry arrived outside the gate of the camp. Before they could get up, they were ruthlessly stepped on by their comrades who were charging quickly from behind. After the momentum of the charge was slightly stopped, they began to resume their unyielding momentum.

"Shoot the arrow!" The Turkic warrior who stayed in the camp shouted loudly.

The rain of arrows shot out in the sky, and the sky suddenly became dark. In the blink of an eye, the rain of arrows shot overwhelmingly towards the heads of the Turkic knights running outside the camp.

Only the constant screams were heard, and several vacuum areas appeared in the dense formations in Mochu's forward. Many knights were shot in arrows and screamed and flipped off their horses. Then they were flooded by the torrents rolling in from behind.

"Shoot the arrow!"

Without mercy on the battlefield, the enemy's death can be exchanged for one's own survival. This is a question of choosing one of two.

At a distance of five hundred steps outside the gate, Mochu's forward lost hundreds of people before he formally fought with Mojilian.

"Calling and shooting soldiers!"

Mochu stood after the central army and ordered with a blue face: "Covered archery in the direction of the gate! Press down on the enemy's archers!"

The flag was waving, and nearly 10,000 knights in the central army rode their horses at the same time, drove out of the central army, and ran towards the gate. While running, the knights took off the strong bow with their backs slanted behind them, and they were strikingly and slapped the arrows.

The horse's hooves were getting closer and closer to the gate.

"Shoot the arrow!" As the order was issued, nearly 10,000 archers let go at the same time, and arrows were covered with the sky and shot towards the gate.

The soldiers who stayed behind the camp immediately fell down, and Mochu's forward's attack finally returned to its strong momentum. It was getting closer and closer."

"Yo Hoho" dozens of riders who were in the lead raised their scimitars, made strange screams, and rushed into the gate of the camp first.

Mochu looked at him from afar, and his face showed joy: "Hurry! Bounce in, you can't stay! These despicable and lowly Huachao people are not worthy of living in the world!"

Mojilian's eyelids jumped a few times quickly. He pulled out his scimitar, shook his old body and shouted: "The whole army rushed out of the camp! Fight to the death with them on the grassland!"

After ordering, tens of thousands of Turkic soldiers in the camp also screamed strangely, waving their scimitars and rushing outwards.

"boom!"

The two armies collided fiercely like huge waves rushing from the opposite side, sending out a series of dazzling sparks.

"Kill!" A centurion under Moji's tent rushed to the first one and shouted loudly in Turkic language.

As soon as he finished speaking, the centurion slashed at a warrior who was sucking with a knife. The snow-white knife passed by first, and a blood mark with deep bones left on the warrior's face. He opened his eyes wide, looked at his enemy in disbelief, and murmured: "You" you are actually Turkic."

The centurion grinned, slapped his feet on the horse's back, and kicked him off.

"Run! All rushed out of the camp! Mochu's attack has slowed down, and it's time for us to fight the enemy bravely!" Moji stood outside the commander's tent, waving the scimitar in his hand. At this moment, his face was covered in ferociousness, and he no longer looked as elegant and simple as before.

I drank a lot of wine, and I came back to bed and slept for a while. I only started to type after I woke up. I still started to code until now, at around the morning.

My life is so bitter
Chapter completed!