Drunk King and Minister

The sky is dark and dark, with layers of dark clouds covering the sky, and the miraculous sun in the eyes of all beings has also lost its light under this gloom.

Seen from a height, the poor little Changcheng County is tightly wrapped by three layers of tight and tall fences, just like a baby hiding under the wings of its mother.

More than [-] armored soldiers lined up neatly, looking pitifully small from a distance, as weak as cicada's wings.

If you get closer, you can clearly see the sternness on the faces of those armored soldiers, even the veterans with wrinkles on their faces, or the little soldiers with childish faces, they are all in harmony at this moment. It's full of eyes.

It is no different from the situation on the battlefield every time for many years.

His iron cavalry, Chen Qian, even though there are only a few hundred people left, is still the third iron guard of the Chen family that has made the enemy fearful for several years.

Chen Qian stood on the high platform, the silver-plated iron armor was still cold and cold even in the dim sunlight.The strong wind bulged the scarlet cloak on his shoulders, like a eagle with wide wings, as if it was about to spread its wings and roar against the wind.

A piece of black in the distance approached in extremely slow motion.

Perhaps the world is too vast, and Chen Qian knew that it was the armor of the Du family's army that was several times stronger than her own, but she still sneered at the extremely weak and slow iron armor that was set off by the world as far as she could see.

The sergeants under the high platform could only see the god-like general in their hearts, the ink hair was raised, and the scarlet soft cape was the same as countless times before, the red was dazzling.

No one thinks about the outcome of the war. Everyone just feels that the blood in their bodies is boiling and the muscles in their bodies are tense. They just wait for the general in silver armor to give an order, and they will be like an arrow leaving the string. The tiger descending the mountain roared and rushed out, rushed out.

Hou Andu stood quietly, with a tall and straight figure, standing upright in front of a small group of soldiers, the long sword under the tiger's mouth whistling faintly, eager for killing and blood.Since following Chen Qian, he has not been on the battlefield for three months.That feeling of wielding the sword recklessly seems to have been a long time ago, so long ago that when I dreamed back at midnight, I would faintly feel the blood rushing in my body when I lightly touched the long sword that had been with me for more than ten years.

He is about the same age as Chen Qian, even a few years older than him, but one is the master and the other is the servant.Back then, under Chen Baxian's curtain, he could not get used to this person. At that time, he did not expect that one day, he would stand under Chen Qian's command and draw his sword for him.In his heart, he was actually aware of this person's ability, but this clarity was also mixed with a bit of jealousy and unwillingness that he couldn't explain clearly.

Today, at this moment, the figure of the man on the high platform has not moved, only the left hand holds the spear, and the right hand gently caresses the tip of the spear that is stained with countless dead souls.Hou An looked at Chen Qian, with an inexplicable peace in his heart, without the jealousy and complexity of the past, calm and unwavering.

This kind of calm was not only for him, Hou An could feel it, the people around him, all the soldiers, were so peaceful.

Calm down, it's a rough sea.

Just waiting for this person's order, the majesty and turbulence will unceremoniously tear up this calmness and make it public.

Hou An has never felt this way before.

He silently looked at the scarlet cloak, which seemed to be magnified several times in an instant, and it was extremely arrogant in front of his eyes.

Hou An suddenly understood why the strongest third armor in the Chen family's army was so loyal to Chen Qian and only to Chen Qian.

He remembered when Chen Baxian was by Chen Baxian's side, Chen Baxian's faint fear of Chen Qian, his elder nephew, who was favored and trusted, and he remembered Zhou Wenyu's situation where reinforcements were not available.

Even if Chen Qian didn't say a word, she would have a great influence on the entire army.

Just like the current self, there is a desire to swear allegiance to that piece of scarlet.

Is this the difference between being a general and being a king?

Hou An remembered that his teacher, who had passed away for many years, once told him that in this world, there is always a kind of person who makes people submit inexplicably.

Some people are born to be kings, while others are just generals.

Even if the war was more dangerous than good, he couldn't stop it. He trusted Chen Qian at this moment.

Chen Qian on the high platform didn't know what Hou Andu was thinking.He still only caressed the faintly trembling spear slowly.The spear lay in the master's hand, as if he felt the hidden killing intent, the tip of the spear whistled in the wind.

"You can't wait any longer." Chen Qian's mouth curled up.

After thinking about it all night, I figured out a lot of things.

Uncle knew that he could escape completely.

What my uncle was dealing with was the Third Guard in his hands, which only belonged to his Third Iron Guard.

No one likes something out of their control.

I also want to give myself a warning.It seems that the matter of sending out the letter of appeal still caused a rift between uncles, although the rift may have been buried long ago.

But... Chen Qian scratched the tip of the gun with her fingertip, and there was a bloody slit on her finger. The blood condensed into blood beads on the fingertip, lining Chen Qian's dark eyes.

The Third Iron Guard is here because of him, Chen Qian!

If I, Chen Qian, live for one day, the Third Iron Guard will not disappear!