In the middle of the night, the battle flag screamed in the cold wind, and the seemingly thin military accounts were stationed together, as if they could be overturned by the wind.
In the military account of the South Yan State, a mellow and melodious flute sounded from the account, as if telling the secret hidden deep in the Baizhang ice, then the ice surface suddenly appeared cracked in the cobweb, and the flute sounded. .
Luhe Qing eyebrows took the jade flute on the lips and held it in his hand to look carefully, carefully and lovingly
The curtain of the military account was picked up, and the middle-aged man in a jersey was walking in with a hand, and the face was full of sorrows. His face was similar to that of Luohe, but his face was a weather-stricken gully, and his eyes were watching. The vicissitudes of life in the world.
Luhe Qing quickly covered the flute with his sleeves and stood up and respectfully said: "Uncle."
Xue Yan looked at Luohe Qing, Shen Sheng said: "The recent wars have been successful, you have worked hard, rest early, recharge your batteries."
Luohe Qing answered: "Uncle Xie."
Xue Yan reached out and patted the shoulders of Luhe Qing. His eyes fell on the jade flute in his hands. Xue Yan’s mouth squatted and his eyes became more and more severe: “He Qing, think about your father and mother, think about the people of Nanyan’s people, Mo Forget the country
The river was clear and coveted, and the hand holding the flute gradually tightened: "Yuhe clear."
Xue Yan looked at Luo Heqing, and he had three-pointed love and seven points of sternness in his eyes.
Like all parents, even if the child has already stood up and has become a family, he has solved one thing alone, but in their eyes, the child is ultimately a child.
Luhe Qing is also true for Xue Yan.
Xue Yan remembered that when Hehe was a child, the other princes of Nanyan State were still shaking their heads and carrying the ancient words to rob the father and mother. Only he took the military book and asked himself: "Uncle, the world's four-point pattern will eventually usher in turmoil. Can the South Yan State have a military confrontation?"
At that time, the eyes of the teenager were stars, nine miles, and the dawn of the vast sky.
Xue Yan saw the extraordinary of Luhe Qing very early. He knew that Nanyan State would certainly have a different glory in the hands of the Weihe River, but he never imagined that Nanyan State would experience almost destroying the country. A disaster.
The southern expedition of the northern country almost destroyed the entire royal family of the surname, and the country was also divided by the Dongwu country, which was robbed by the fire. Xue Yan experienced thousands of difficulties and finally saved the river from the northern country.
The former teenagers have faded all the greens and simplicity in the tribulation. The deep and deep shackles are clearly the anger of hatred. That is what Xue Yan wants to see from the river, which is enough to shake the world.
But the anger seems to be mixed with other emotions, like a clear spring in the long yellow sand, like a narrow canoe in the sea, like the faint hope in the desperate world, but it can only arouse the deeper despair of the heart.
The silk emotion has been hidden very well by Luhe Qing, so Xue Yan could not understand it.
Xue Yan looked at the jade flute in the hands of Luohe Qing. When he asked, he rolled back and forth in the throat of his throat. After all, he did not ask for an exit. He turned his head and turned away to leave the military account. Suddenly, soldiers came to report outside the door.
"Report!! General Xue, the emperor, and the North side found a sneak attack by the North Army!"
"What?" Xue Yan frowned, "Now? How many people?"
"Back to the generals, the snow is too big to see, but there should be about tens of thousands of people listening to the sound!"
Xue Yan nodded. "I didn't expect them to have such energy. If they are not self-reliant, then we will break it in one fell swoop. He Qing, you will lead the troops to defend the enemy."
Luohe nodded his head and stood up. He put the flute in the wooden box and turned it around. He turned and accidentally touched the military book at the table. The military book fell on the ground and turned upside down. The opened side was filled with the word 'food', unintentional. It’s a reflection of God’s will.
When the river reached the hand of the military, the heart seemed to be shackled. He took two deep breaths and looked at the military book with the word 'grain' in front of him. He looked up and asked the soldier: "Where is the granary of our military camp?"
"Back to the emperor, in the east."
Luohe Qing’s hand slowly joined the military book, and the deep, dark-looking eyelids flashed through an inch and became clear.
"General Nie, the enemy did not come out to fight."
Hearing the report of the subordinates, Nie Er’s face was green and his mouth opened: “Grandma’s, are they **** Wang Ba? They are all at the gate of their military camp, and they are not coming out? Hey thief!!”
Although the snoring is full of momentum, but Nie Er’s heart is uneasy, the South Yan State’s enemy forces disdain to face the battle, and this move cannot disperse their strength and attention. It is extremely dangerous to rob the grain!
Nie's throat knot rolled up and down, and his hand was close to the horse's reins. It was a big cold day. His forehead secreted fine sweat. He said, "We hit the past."
"Nie General?! We only have a thousand people!" The subordinates have big eyes and the eyes are full of incredible.
Playing in the past means there is no possibility of running backwards.
However, if they do not attract their attention, this battle may fail. When the South Yan Kingdom attacks the city in one fell swoop, how can the North Korean soldiers who are hungry to fight? When the gates of the city are broken, the frontiers of the North Kingdom can only be handed over to people. The land of the North Kingdom can only be trampled on!
Nie two took a deep breath and the wind was like a knife. He screamed: "Catch the past!"
At this time, Luohe Qing stood in front of the military camp. He wore a white crested silver armor, and his heart was protected by a mirror on his chest. The long sword was carried, and his face was full of calmness. He looked at the dust rising from the distance of the horseshoe. Turning to ask the soldiers: "Is General Xue leading the soldiers to the grain?"
The taxi screamed: "Yes!"
The river's clear mouth slowly evoked a very cool smile. He turned his back to the soldier and said: "Well, I am facing the battle, and you lead the soldiers to cut off their backs."
The two horses on the two sides are on the verge of confrontation. But there are only a thousand soldiers in the North. How could they have tens of thousands of soldiers in the South Yan State?
However, in a few rounds, Nie Er was smashed by the river and the river was stepping on him. Like he stepped on himself, then he did not hesitate, and he waved his sword to kneel down Nie's left arm.
Nie Erzhen lived awkwardly, and then laughed. The voice was almost distorted because of the pain. He broke his mouth and said: "Hehe Qing, do you hate right? Hate me when you come to the Northland, how do you torture you? Yes, You can take revenge now, but don't forget, you really have been a dog in the North, no, you are the dog of the North..."
His words have not been finished yet. The river flapped his face with a sword and cut his throat. Nie Er couldn’t make a sound again. Every time he inhales his throat, he is bleeding. It looks extremely horrible. He is like a dog. Luhe Qing stepped on the sole of his foot and twisted his body to the ground.
Nie Er looked up hard and looked east. He seemed to want to know if Li Wuding was going well, but he couldn’t see anything. The sky was vast, and only the white snow fell on his eyes. His dawn gradually faded. It is said that the national hate and the family hatred are deep.