When Leng junao and his party came out of general Meng's tent camp, Ning shunmu, who was hidden in the dark, soon came forward.

"Shadow, take Xi'er back to Nanyang city. Ning shunmu and I will go to Tubo."

For Leng junao's sudden decision, both Zhao Wanxi and Hua Shuying know that it must be related to Zhao Lan's move to the south.

It's a big deal. It's up to him whether he can take Zhao LAN and control the Tibetan army.

"Be careful along the way!"

Zhao Wanxi obediently listened to the words, obediently and Hua Shuying rode back to Nanyang city.

At dawn, Zhao Wanxi received the news. Leng junao ordered Jin Ling and Hua Shuying to send 20000 elite soldiers to Qixia mountain 200 miles away to join him. This trip should be carried out in secret, bypassing Meng Liangguang's encampment area.

Taking 20000 elite soldiers to Qixia mountain, the man obviously wants to fight a tough battle.

However, he deliberately explained that he would take a detour and deliberately avoided Meng Liangguang, so he was still on guard.

Once Nanyang city takes away 20000 elite soldiers and leaves Ma San and other soldiers to garrison, it will be hard to deal with Meng Liangguang's sudden killing.

This battle, Zhao Wanxi also pinched a cold sweat for him.

In fact, Qixia mountain was not the only way for the Tibetan army, but it was suitable for ambush because of its deep ditches, dense forests and tortuous roads.

After a long journey, Jin Ling and Hua Shuying arrived at Qixia mountain with 20000 troops. After they lurked, the whole army recovered, had enough food and drink, and was waiting for the opportunity.

In the Bush, Ning Shun and Mu Siwo were together, muttering in a low voice.

"I heard that Zhao Lan was young, arrogant and arrogant. When the former king of Tubo was still alive, I felt that he was impetuous and difficult to bear heavy responsibilities, so I didn't value him. It was not until the death of the Tubo king, the attachment of a horse to power, and Leng Baizhou's reuse of Zhao Lan that he began to gain power! "

Ning Shun's words finish, the evening four side Mou glances at him one eye: "you say ye's plan can succeed?"

"If Zhao LAN is really impetuous, he will be cheated."

If it's true, Zhao LAN can't wait to make contributions in front of the king after learning that general Meng was defeated in the north, so that the civil and military ministers can recognize who is the first general of Tubo.

Dusk four brows locked, eyes from time to time look to the end of the winding path, see the sky has been dark down, but still don't see the figure of the Lord, really let people worry.

If they were the Tibetan army, they would never give up the road and take the path

Watching the afterglow of the setting sun slowly fall, two figures suddenly appear on the cloud top. The man in black robe is not Leng junao, who is it?

From a distance, he seems to have a slight underhand in the fight. He is pursued by a man in a silver military uniform, and has the tendency of fierce pursuit.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Ning Shun squatted in the Bush, suddenly happy, just a heart still in the throat!

During the fighting, Leng junao seems to have lost the upper hand and dodges from time to time. In fact, a wise man can see that he deliberately leads the enemy into the ambush circle step by step.

The more he could hide, the more Zhao LAN pressed him step by step, and the roaring laughter rang out in the air: "there is no Supreme Lord in the hall, so it's just like that!"

Leng Jun's pupil is as black as ink. It seems that he has a thick fog, which makes it difficult to distinguish his emotion at this time.