The most powerful minister in the world

The returning clouds at night are like strings on a bow, clearly hanging on the edge of the blue sky.

The moon does not change its light when the evening wind blows, and the clouds drift away when wielding a sword.

The man is so angry, why bother with five cars of books?

Just when he is about to achieve fame, he is afraid that he will spend many years in the world of mortals in vain!

Jingxi was right at the entrance of the cave, holding a wine bowl in one hand and eating a leg of lamb with the other.

Yang Hu and Li Cheng led the people to tie up these leaders. Looking at them one by one, they all looked like dead pigs tied to wooden racks after being bled.

"General, we've tied them up. How about we go down and play with the brothers after holding them in the mountains for so long?"

Jingxi threw the lamb leg in his hand behind him, wiped it on Yang Hu's body and said with a grin, "Where is my Qiushuang Sword?"

Yang Hu patted himself in disgust, pouted and shouted: "Xiao Zhang, where is the general's sword?!"

Zhang Yang staggered over and ran over, leaning on his knees with both hands and gasping for air. The Qiu Shuang Jade Sword on his back slipped out because of the angle, and he quickly caught it.

Jingxi twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at this little boy about thirteen years old, his actions were a little funny, and he was secretly glad.

Her snow-white skin has almost caught up with the curtains. Her two curved eyebrows bring a sense of comfort, and her squeamishness is looming between them.

As long as he doesn't open his mouth, you will never think that he is a man.

"How are you, Jun?" Yang Hu said to Jing Xi in a coquettish tone.

Unexpectedly, Jingxi kicked him directly, pointed at the tip of Zhang Yang's nose and said, "Who asked such a young child to follow him up here!"

Seeing that Jing Xi was really angry, Yang Hu quickly spread his hands and said: "General, I don't want to bring him here either, but when this little Zhang saw me holding your sword, he wanted to follow me and even snatched the sword away. .”

"I gave birth to you as a lieutenant general. How come you can't even control a soldier?!!!" Jingxi said and kicked Yang Hu again.

Yang Hu was so angry that he walked over, grabbed Zhang Yang's ear and cursed: "Damn it, I said I wouldn't let you come, but you insisted on carrying the sword on your back for nothing. You said you knew how to raise the sword. I believed your lies." !”

Zhang Yang held the sword and raised his head and said: "I am good at raising swords. This sword has too much killing power. My master said, if you don't raise it, it will break!"

"Hey, you brat, if you dare to talk nonsense, I won't slap you!"

Just when Yang Hu was about to spank Zhang Yang, Jing Xi raised his hand to stop him: "Slow down!"

Yang Hu stopped and stepped aside.

Jing Xi suddenly pulled out the sword from Zhang Yang's arms, flicked it and said coldly: "My sword will never break, young master. If you dare to talk nonsense again, military law is ruthless!"

Zhang Yang was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. He closed his eyes and curled up slightly.

Jing Xi sighed helplessly, snatched the scabbard from his arms, and said to Yang Hu: "Leave him here with other brothers to guard him. He is not allowed to go down the mountain to dangerous places."

"Yes!"

Zhang Yang wanted to open his mouth several times, but was frightened back by Yang Hu grinning and sucking in a cold breath.

Jing Xi got on his horse and whistled, and the soldiers of Xiziying looked at him.

"Come on, brothers, go down and slaughter the pigs!"

So, leaving only a few dozen soldiers to guard, he led the remaining people and rushed down all the way.

The journey was smooth, but anyone who did not have the Mongolian sweat medicine and tried to resist was captured alive or killed directly.

In less than a stick of incense, we have reached the outer boundary.

Jing Xigao sat on the horse and wiped the blood from Qiu Shuang Jianjian, and said to Li Cheng beside him: "Let's set off the fireworks and let Mu Sheng lead the people to attack the mountain. Let's go back and take the leader with us to the top of the mountain in the east. Destroy their morale!"

Li Cheng took out the signal bomb from his arms. As the signal exploded, everyone in the four directions responded, and the second round of fireworks once again filled the entire sky.

Mu Sheng, who had been waiting outside Qishan for a long time, suddenly stood up in the tent and slapped the table: "Attack the mountain!"

Countless torches surrounded Qishan.

After two sticks of incense, Mu Sheng issued the signal to launch a general attack, but at this moment, laughter suddenly came from the gatehouse of Qishan camp: "'Hahaha, children of Xizi camp, just with you Those who want to play tricks on me, tell your generals that the people you rushed in first have been surrounded by us!"

The messenger immediately passed the news into the camp. Mu Sheng was shocked and asked quickly: "Who is shouting from the tower of the village?"

"When I get back to the governor, it's...it's Scarface, the head of Qishan."

Hearing this, Mu Sheng stopped moving as if standing still. After three breaths, he sat down on the chair slumped.

It was because his mind was so flexible that he immediately understood the situation and fell into a trap!

Li Dongyang has also known Mu Sheng for half a year, and he knows that Mu Sheng will not lose his composure unless it is a very urgent situation.

So he patted Mu Sheng on the shoulder and said, "Li doesn't know the art of war, but the matter has come to an end. Don't be discouraged. Just rush in with all your strength."

"But what should the second young master do?!"

At this time, Li Dongyang laughed for no reason and said: "Second Young Master is lucky and will not die in a place like this."

Mu Sheng, who was already an ant on the hot pot, flicked his sleeves and frowned: "Hey! Now, you are using your Taoist tricks again. This is about human life, not fortune telling or anything like that!"

Li Dongyang said no more, but looked at Lan Tianyang and walked out side by side.

Mu Sheng paced in front of the table, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the sweat from his face, propped up the table and muttered: "This job will really ruin your life!"

If Jingxi heard that he could actually curse, Bao Buqi would talk about it for the rest of his life.

He turned to the messenger who had been waiting for a long time and said seriously: "Fight to the death!"

Fifty thousand people against hundreds of thousands people, even though they were outnumbered and outnumbered, they still feigned an attack because Qishan still had fortifications.

"Here comes someone. Send an order to all the nearby camps to come quickly for support!"

The messenger at the door swallowed his saliva and said, "My Lord Governor, we can't make up the time."

"If you can't catch up, you have to catch up. Now there is no possibility of retreat, we can only fight to the death!"

On the outskirts of Qishan, the soldiers of Xiziying were marching forward, and they were already red-eyed.

Many of these people have never participated in actual combat and were a little scared at first, but they all have a military flag waving deep in their hearts.

The wind that blows the military flag is the military soul!

Amidst the continuous shouting, groups of people fell down one after another, and their bodies pierced by spears did not fall for a long time.

Even the blood on their faces could not hide their sharp eyes. In this first battle, they showed the momentum of Xiziying!

The night wind roared, and the heavy rain that washed away the world poured down, but at this moment, it could not wash away the muddy ground filled with blood.

The sky seemed to become bright red as well.

This group of men who are not afraid of life and death are venting their anger to the world.

Everything in the world is gone, only the enemy in front of you!

Kill it!

Fight!