After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Under the flying snow, Moka Lianhua's brows were furrowed even more tightly, but his thoughts were in a tangle of thoughts.

Did he deliberately cause the Liangzhou Incident?

There was a dark and obscure look in Moko Lianhua's eyes. Through the flying snow, his eyes met Feng Qiwu's. His sharp phoenix eyes were like a cold sword, and as clear as a mirror, he was able to make plans.

Long before Helian Yue came to Beijing, they in the Western Regions had been secretly conspiring with him. His ambitions had long been obvious, so they used the right remedies to lure and confuse him.

Rather, as long as the gates of Liangzhou were opened, the Western Region cavalry would invade on a large scale, and a large number of troops would inevitably pour into Liangzhou. The defense of the capital would naturally be weak, and he could restore order and ascend to the throne by simply finding a pretext for the expedition.

The two parties hit it off and a cooperation agreement was quickly reached.

And it all went incredibly smoothly.

Moke Lianhua originally thought that Feng Qiwu had become the queen and was happy there, so she neglected to guard against them and allowed them to take advantage of her. But now, she thought that Feng Qiwu had taken advantage of Helian Yue's ambition and used his own strategy to lure the Western Regions into the game without making any noise.

But there are hundreds of thousands of civilians in Liangzhou City. If they start a massacre in the Western Regions and stain the city with blood, does Feng Qiwu really dare to use the blood of the civilians as a sacrifice to pave the way for his Beilang River and Mountains?

What a cruel heart...

Seeing his expression constantly changing, Feng Qiwu smiled again and said at the right time: "But even if you take a wooden boat and go down the Fu River all the way back to Liangzhou, do you really think you can step out of Beilang territory safely?"

Hearing this, Moka Lianhua's eyes sparkled, and in an instant he became enlightened and his mind became clear.

Earlier, the generals reported that the city of Liangzhou was quiet and deserted, and the people stayed indoors and did not go out, making it seem like a dead city.

But now think about it, are there still civilians in Liangzhou city?

Even if there are people there, are they really ordinary people?

Since Feng Qiwu knew their plan, he should have deployed them early. The ones currently in Liangzhou City should be the elite black-armored troops of Beilang!

Moke Lianhua's heart was shaken, and she was horrified for a moment. She pointed out directly: "You secretly moved the people away from the eyes and ears, and now the whole Liangzhou city is full of your soldiers and horses."

"Feng Qiwu, your methods are really sophistry and unpredictable. They are really scary."

Feng Qiwu took it as a compliment and accepted it as a matter of course. He then smiled nonchalantly and said, "Warfare is the art of deception."

Moka Lianhua's hands tightened unconsciously, his nails dug into the flesh, and blood immediately flowed out.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were as sharp as thorns. After a pause, he said leisurely, "In this place of life and death, this is the way of survival and destruction. How can the Lord of the Western Region be so careless?"

He sat high on the horse's back, looking down condescendingly, his eyes arrogant, and he looked sharp and unstoppable.

In comparison, Moka Lianhua stood beside the moat, the cold wind blew up his thin monk robe, making him look a little disheveled.

"I was indeed careless." Moke Lianhua was silent for a moment before speaking slowly, "But the people of my Western Regions are not good-for-nothings. This plan is good, but do you really think you can trap me?"

"Why don't you try and know?" Feng Qiwu's hand, which was pulling the bowstring to its full extent, suddenly loosened.

"Whoosh".

An arrow pierced the clouds as fast as a rocket, breaking through the darkness in an instant, piercing through the flying snow, and suddenly attacked Moka Lianhua's face.

Wherever the sharp arrow passed, all the dead trees were broken, and the coldness was filled with a lonely and cold murderous intent.

Moko Lianhua's pupils shrank slightly, and it seemed that the only thing he could see was the arrow that pierced the air. Without thinking, he drew out the silver frost scimitar at his waist and used all his strength to cut it off with one blow.

The Cloud-piercing Arrow, which was cut into two pieces, fell to the ground with a clang. Moka Lianhua pursed her lips and suddenly felt a sharp pain and numbness in her palm.

Even after ascending the throne and enjoying all the prosperity, Feng Qiwu is still the God of War of Beilang, and is still a figure that foreign races fear and should not be underestimated.

"kill--"

Feng Qiwu waved his hand casually, with a loud sound.

Amidst the vast expanse of snow, he looked down upon all living creatures from his horseback, his eyes nonchalant yet arrogant, revealing the majesty of a king dominating the world.

Moke Lianhua ignored the sweet taste in his throat, pursed his lips and gave the same order: "Seize Feng Qiwu's head at all costs, fight for the Western Region, fight for glory."

As soon as he finished speaking, the elite troops of the Western Regions quickly gathered together. The surrounding archers drew their bows and aimed their arrows at Feng Qiwu who was sitting high on his horse.

Countless arrows fell from the sky like rain.

Suddenly, the sound of war drums resounded in the moat, and the elite soldiers of both sides rushed up like a tide, with flags covering the sky and thousands of horses and troops. It seemed like thunder and lightning stepping on stone, and in just a few moments, the place was filled with smoke.

Feng Qiwu leaped up from his horse's back, the long sword in his hand gleaming with cold light, and powerful sword energy spread across the sky like a hurricane. He just waved his sword lightly, and the sword energy chopped countless arrow feathers into several sections, which fell like rain and silk.

This sword pierces through the long rainbow and calms the mountains and rivers.

Moka Lianhua frowned, the slender figure in his eyes seemed like a lifelong nightmare, and also like a chasm that he would never be able to cross.

As long as Feng Qiwu is around, the territory he wants to expand and the ambitions he wants to implement will never be realized.

It was he who led the troops in the Western Regions and forced them to retreat step by step a few months ago. Now, is that embarrassing scene going to happen again?

Since there is already a phoenix living in the wutong tree, why should there be a lotus flower born?

Moka Lianhua hooked his toes, and a gilded bow instantly fell into his hand. He aimed at Feng Qiwu's face and shot it fiercely, with a gloomy and cruel look in his eyes.

The arrow left no trace, but before it touched the corner of Feng Qiwu's clothes, it was chopped off fiercely.

Moka Lianhua wanted to shoot again, but a beam of sword light carrying murderous intent came towards him fiercely.

He was startled and hurriedly used the scimitar in his hand to block. The swords collided, and he raised his eyes to meet Feng Qiwu's smiling eyes, which were full of murderous intent, and were full of cunning and evil.

"Archery is too far away, why don't we try it closer?"

The evil and smiling voice seemed to be beside his ear. Moko Lianhua's face sank and his smile faded. He took a step back with the knife in his hand as if to distance himself from it.

Feng Qiwu took the sword and pursued the victory. The swords collided again. When they met, there seemed to be a force as powerful as thunder. Even the calm moat exploded with water columns. The two men looked at each other, and their hostility instantly surged.

The sounds of fighting echoed beside the moat, and everywhere you looked there was smoke, broken limbs and arms everywhere, and blood flowing like a river.

The bloody smell lingered throughout the city for a long time.

From all directions there was the clanging sound of weapons clashing, the soldiers shouted and rushed forward, their fighting spirit surging, like stepping on mountains and splitting rocks, no one could stop them.

In this battle, neither side can retreat and will fight until death.

Because Feng Qiwu's plan was very detailed and the enemy was caught off guard, Moka Lianhua was overwhelmed for a while and felt like retreating.

"Get on board!" Moka Lianhua shouted loudly.

Even if the entire Liangzhou City was filled with Feng Qiwu's men, if they did not board the ship now, they would be like turtles in a jar and would be strangled to death.

The only way to get on board is to have a chance of survival and escape from the encirclement.

With a large number of soldiers and horses, Moka Lianhua flew onto the ship, while Feng Qiwu remained motionless.

Amid the flickering flames of war, Feng Qiwu's gaze was calm, and his brows were as sharp and intimidating as a wolf's.

He looked at the wooden boat drifting on the Fu River, his lips still with a faint smile, as if he had the whole world under his control.

A few moments later.

The Western Regions soldiers who were on board suddenly shouted, "My Lord, there seems to be a warship coming from the other side of the Fu River!"