Qi Lan was about to argue when she suddenly felt a chill on her shoulders. She turned around and happened to see Han Xin passing by her. There was an unknown light in his eyes. This look made Qi Lan feel a little suffocated.

"Close your eyes." Han Xin said softly. Even if he was humiliated, he didn't want Qi Lan to see his ugly appearance.

Qi Lan was heartbroken. She stretched out her hand to stop Han Xin, but her whole body was hugged into a warm and familiar embrace. Qi Lan wanted to struggle unwillingly, but Liu Ji suppressed her tightly.

"You can't help him." Liu Ji's low voice rang in Qi Lan's ear: "This is the price he has to bear."

"It's all my fault...it's all my fault...it's my fault that has implicated Brother Han..."

Qi Lan cried sadly in Liu Ji's arms, and tears fell down one by one, wetting Liu Ji's clothes. Liu Ji didn't say anything, but just hugged Qi Lan's trembling body tightly and prevented her from turning back.

There were some crazy laughter from the good people in his ears. Amid these mockery and sarcasm, the sound of his knees crawling on the floor was clear and heavy, and every step was knocked into Qi Lan's heart, his heart was like a knife cut.

A series of blood was left on the ground. Every time Han Xin climbed, blood would leave from the wound and drip on the floor. Drops gathered into a stream and spread.

Han Xin's eyes sank, and the bright red blood slowly dissipated. Han Xin seemed to be gradually awakening. Han Xin was humiliated under his crotch and finally won all the troops in Mangdang Mountain for Liu Ji. After the troops were assembled, it was too late. Liu Ji led thousands of people to rush towards Peixian quickly. Xiao He looked at the rolling yellow sand in front of him, and a sense of sadness surged on his handsome face. He lowered his head and kept knocking on the strings of the piano. The blood slowly flowed down his fingers and penetrated into the piano. The white jade zither was stained with blood, which was shocking.

Xiao He's fingers never rested for a moment. Since he promised Liu Ji to hold on for two days, he would never fall down unless the blood was exhausted and he died.

The sound of the piano was sobbing and tragic. The yellow sand was long and the blood was flying on the battlefield. Countless men died under the sharp iron hooves and were crushed to pieces. Xiao He's heart was pulled hard. In the center of the army, the flying red clothes were still flying. Xiao He didn't know how much blood was stained on the red clothes, and how many blades were there on his body?

Zhang Er was very manic, and he kicked the horse hard on the back. The horse neighed and rushed towards Lu Wan. Many soldiers had fallen around Lu Wan. His body was covered with blood and his clothes were soaked. His head was a little messy in the wind, but his eyes were still shining with a bloodthirsty light.

The soldiers surrounded Lu Wan, but none of them dared to step forward. The bodies around Lu Wan were piled up like mountains, and the soldiers who rushed up without fear of death became his fan ghosts without exception. Lu Wan unruly wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth and glanced around fiercely.

Behind him, Zhang Er shouted loudly, and stabbed Lu Wan with his gun. Lu Wan danced lightly, stepped on the spear and rose into the air. The folding fan brushed past Zhang Er's helmet and slashed, and the helmet broke into two halves in an instant.

Zhang Er was shocked. He looked at the helmet that was split into two halves on the ground, and his body was sweating profusely. Lu Wan shook the folding fan disdainfully, pointed at him and said, "The next time you fall to the ground, it's your head!"

Zhang Er was angry and angry, and his face turned red. But Lu Wan's martial arts group had no choice but to do anything to him. Not only that, there were constant attacks by unknown enemies around the queue, and there was no rules, making it impossible to find out the whereabouts and number of these people. Zhang Er was a little crazy, why are there so many tricky people in this small Pei County!

Just as Zhang Er was in a dilemma, a deputy general hurriedly ran behind him and knelt on one knee to report: "Report to the general, the identity and location of the unknown enemy have been roughly confirmed!"

Zhang Er was overjoyed, stepped forward and asked excitedly: "It's true?"

The deputy general nodded confidently and looked very happy: "According to the spies' reward, these people are killers from the 'dungeon' of Pei County. There are only a few dozen people, obeying the orders of the city lord and the third young master. During the battle, we captured several prisoners, and their skills are indeed like trained killers!"

"Does? Do you can't beat dozens of people?" Zhang Er turned joy and anger.

The deputy general replied tremblingly, "Their...their combat methods are extremely strange. Whenever they attack, yellow sand fills the sky, and the sound of piano seems to flash in the sky. The yellow sand dissipates, and the sound of piano suddenly stops. Only a pile of corpses of our soldiers are left on the ground."

"Damn it-!" Zhang Er clenched his fists angrily.

The deputy general was even more angry when he saw Zhang Er, and couldn't help but feel a little timid and hurriedly continued to report:

"But we found that these dead soldiers changed their attack positions according to the sound of the piano. Now we have figured out the rules and mastered the specific position of the leader. As long as we get rid of him, those few dozen people will become a piece of loose sand. What's the point of fear!"

Zhang Er nodded, yes, no matter how strong these people are in martial arts, they only have dozens of people. Now that they know their true background, would these 20,000 troops still be afraid of these dozens of people?

Zhang Er regained his confidence. The enemy's tricks almost made him retreat. But these people were just cleverness after all. Even if they delayed time, they only bought two days.

Zhang Er turned around and showed a winning smile to Lu Wan who was still fighting, then pulled her horse and turned around and galloped towards the east and west direction of the army.

Zhang Er retreated?

Lu Wan couldn't believe it, and the soldiers around him also slowly retreated, not attacking fiercely like before. Lu Wan put away the folding fan and looked at Zhang Er's back as he was galloping away, looking surprised. He really retreated like this?

The soldiers around gradually dispersed, leaving only corpses everywhere and the smell of blood in the air. Lu Wan frowned, as if she wanted to escape from this smell, but he was covered in blood. No matter where he went, the pungent smell would follow him.

It smells really bad...

Lu Wan thought to herself mockingly.

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