I broke my sleeves with the son

What happened in the capital was silent, and Jiang Luoqing didn't know that he was killed. When the first green grass emerged on the vast grassland against the frost, the two sides fought at Qifu Hill.

Jiang Luoqing led a team of 2000 people to capture Qifuqiu and set up camp there. The outsiders who had been hiding between Qifuqiu and Bolin Pass sensed that something was wrong and left the camp one after another, and set up camp ten miles outside Bolin Pass.

Not long after they left, thick smoke rose from the place where they were stationed. This made many outsiders who left in a hurry secretly rejoice. Fortunately, they left early, and those lunatics from Qin State dared to set them on fire, and they were not afraid to burn their hometown. up!

Jiang Luoqing was stationed in Qifuqiu, and Qi Du dispatched from it. After setting the fire, he immediately sent out more than 1 people in Jiang Luoqing in Bolin Pass, and sent someone to bring a message, "Don't stick to it."

Jiang Luoqing smiled at the time, turned around and began to study Qifuqiu's map again. Qifuqiu is located seven miles away from Bolin Pass, and it is only three miles away from where the outsiders are stationed. Both sides may be attacked or be attacked at any time.

Jiang Luoqing was there, he was the first barrier of Bolin Pass, no one could pass unless he was killed.

Although the outsiders were more brutal, most of them hated sneaking, so miraculously, the two armies were stationed within three miles, but they were safe and sound, and no one attacked and set fire.

Jiang Luoqing rode a horse on Qifu Hill this day, observing the terrain in person, thinking about what to do in his mind.

Without paying attention, he walked out of Qifuqiu, and Qifuqiu was left behind by him. About two miles ahead, he could see cooking smoke and a very distinctive tent.

Frowning, he turned his horse's head and planned to leave. He didn't like to run into the enemy's camp alone.The main character on the battlefield is morale, and he cannot make mistakes.

"Hoo-!" An arrow grazed the horse's body and nailed it hard to the ground. The red horse jumped up in fright.

Jiang Luoqing held the rein firmly in his palm, and with a ruthless tug, he directly turned the horse's head with his own power. He stood up on the stirrups, and used his own weight and the force of the ups and downs to push the frightened horse down.

The front hooves fell on the ground, and the horse neighed twice, obviously not feeling well.

Jiang Luoqing looked aside coldly. A young man in military uniform with a huge tail on his shoulder was watching him from a distance, holding a bow in his hand.

He didn't have any intention of hurting Jiang Luoqing, so he only shot an arrow, not even hurting the horse, he just wanted to stop the man.

Seeing the other party looking over, Musuraka shouted calmly: "The war will start in three days!"

Jiang Luoqing raised her eyebrows. Is this a challenge to him?

He glanced at the long arrow stuck in the ground next to him, and casually took out a thin dagger from the side pocket where the water bag was hanging, channeled his inner strength, and flung it casually, the dagger pierced through the air, and stabbed the young man viciously. At the foot, the young man couldn't help but took two or three steps back.

Jiang Luo said in a clear voice: "Okay." After he finished speaking, he didn't care whether the other party heard him or not, and rode back to the camp.

On the third day, Jiang Luoqing specially ordered the cook to cook with the good meat and vegetables that he just brought from Bolin Pass in the morning, and make sure everyone had a good meal, and the battle started the next day.

I don't know if it was influenced by Jiang Luoqing. The people he brought were relatively calm. When they knew the news of tomorrow's war, they were even calm. Most of them were eager to try. He glanced over them. Some were silent, some were excited, and some flinched. people, no.

He smiled, he was very satisfied with these people.

In the early morning of the second day, everyone woke up when the sky was gray, each of them was wiping their own knives, waiting for the next battlefield.

When the sky was turning red, Jiang Luoqing set off slowly with his men and horses. He was riding a horse, followed by 7000 cavalry, and then [-] on foot. He left [-] men to guard Qifuqiu.

A heavy and desolate sound slowly came from a distance, Jiang Luoqing knew this sound, it was a flute made of spiritually consumed beef ribs, the sound it made could make people's hair stand on end.

This is a characteristic of outsiders. They always play this flute before going to war to guide the souls who sacrificed later.

Jiang Luoqing led the people for about a mile or two and stopped when they stopped. The faces of the densely packed people in the distance opposite were painted with blood on the faces. They looked at the soldiers of Daqin with gloomy eyes, brewing in their eyes The madness of seeing death as home.

Sitting in the chariot, Musuraka was surrounded by his own people. He looked at the gradually clear figure in the distance, and his heart was full of fighting spirit.

There were more than 2 outsiders, 1 people stayed behind, and the remaining 1 people followed suit.

Jiang Luoqing's 8000 people were against more than 1 people, and the opponent was an outsider who was born with brute force. His heart sank, the long knife was unsheathed, and the blade was turned horizontally, and the blade was facing the outsiders who were slowly walking over.

Those outsiders were walking at first, and then they got closer and closer. They squeezed their weapons tightly and rushed over with roars.

Jiang Luoqing rode his horse and rushed forward, his roar was not buried under the noise.

"kill!!!!"

The soldiers behind him rushed towards him, the two sides collided, Jiang Luoqing cut a bloody path, and went straight to the opponent's general.

Musulaka watched the man come stepping on the blood, blocking and killing gods and Buddhas all the way, feeling disgusted, uncontrollable excitement, and faint fear in his heart, he stood up and looked at him. the man.

Someone handed him a bow and arrow, and he took aim with the bow. The long arrow jumped out of his hand with a "swoosh", and he didn't listen to his movements. He immediately drew out a long arrow and continued to set the bow.

Jiang Luoqing looked at the long arrow shot from the front, with his legs between the horse's belly, one hand grabbed the long arrow that pierced through the air, and the other hand held the long knife and slashed down, blood spurted up, and a few drops fell on his face. At that point, the two heads rolled on the ground grumbling.

He threw his long sword and reached out to grab the reins, but the red horse under him neighed and wailed and fell over on its side. Jiang Luoqing had noticed it when the horse's front hooves had just been chopped off.

With both feet pulled out from the stirrups, the horse's back was slapped with his hands, and he jumped up and flew forward with his strength, passing three or four heads and landing.

There was the sound of fighting between the enemy and the enemy, and Jiang Luoqing only had one target in his eyes, Musulaka. As long as this person died, the army would collapse.

But it's a pity that many outsiders seemed to be aware of this problem, and surrounded them layer by layer to separate the chariot from Jiang Luoqing.

Surrounded and strangled by the crowd, Jiang Luoqing was still alive thanks to his sword skills and internal strength, but how could he not be injured at all surrounded by thousands of people?

This time, Jiang Luoqing led his men to defeat the many with the few, and won miserably.

A total of 5000 people were lost in that battle, and nearly a few hundred people were seriously or slightly injured. This kind of situation could not stay in Qifuqiu for a long time, and they were quickly sent to Bolin Pass.

And here, they captured many outsiders.

From this, Jiang Luoqing knew that what he wanted to kill was the prince of an outsider. No wonder these people were so united to stop him.

Fortunately, it didn't work, otherwise Jiang Luoqing, who caused the prince's death, would have been crazily targeted by these outsiders.