heart pole

Under the dark sky, on the northeastern city tower of Jiangzhou, two people slowly walked up arm in arm, one in a purple skirt and one in a white robe.

Li Qingzhou let go of his hands, supported his side cheek with one hand, and rested his other hand on the crenel, looking at the eastern sky in an elegant and demure manner.

Tranquility and Yuan leaned against the battlements silently, staring at Li Qingzhou's side face, as if waiting for the first ray of sunlight to brush away his unique elegance.

In the sky at dawn, the sky is framed by remnants of stars, the earth is hazy like a silver gauze cage, and the clouds are light red like late cherry blossoms dancing. After piercing the sky and mountains, a ray of dawn spreads from the east.

On the mountain road to the northeast of Jiangzhou, the continuous Turkic army is advancing slowly. Because they are escorting craftsmen and utensils, they are walking very slowly on the mountain road.

On the other side of the mountain, the light of dawn shines through.I saw a small black car slowly rolling out, followed by two servants in black.

"Who!" The Turkic soldiers drew their swords one after another.Ling Jiu frowned slightly, and when he raised his plain hand, the Turkic army stopped.

The man in the black robe sitting in the small car has no expression on his face, his eyes are closed, and he holds a black feather fan in his hand. His words are full of coolness, "It's cool in the ink."

Ling Jiu didn't dare to look down on this wheelchair-bound person, and asked coldly, "Why are you here?"

"Here to save your life." Mo Liang, who was sitting firmly on the small car, spoke without a trace of turmoil.

Ling Jiu raised her vermilion lips, "Everyone in your family likes to talk big?"

"The person who handed over to the Ministry of Industry, I will not pursue the matter of Wang Jie." Mo Liang shook his feather fan lightly, and the hair on his forehead moved slightly.

Ling Jiu held the long sword tightly in his left hand, and the hexagonal bronze mirror inlaid on the jaw of the sword reflected her delicate face, "The general returned without success, so what great achievements are there? How about..." The long sword shot out a cold light, and the tip of the sword He pointed at Mo Liang and went away.

The moment the sword edge was about to touch Mo Liang, I saw the black feather fan swaying slightly, "Is it enough to exchange five thousand Tang troops?"

The shining blade suddenly stopped the sword, almost touching the bridge of Mo Liang's nose, "You..."

Mo Liang's tone was still cool, "You have no choice." The black feather fan gently lifted up to separate the blade.

Ling Jiuliu raised her eyebrows, "How can I see that?"

Mo Liang shook his feather fan and raised four fingers one by one, "Yesterday night, you took the craftsmen for a total of several miles, you know better than me; when you will be overtaken by lightly armed officers and soldiers, you know better than me "Under Eleventh Young Master's strategy, you know better than me what will happen to you after you are overtaken; you know better than me how Khan will punish you if you lose your troops and return without success."

Ling Jiu was stunned by these words, and the mirror image sword in his hand trembled, "What's the countermeasure?"

Mo Liang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like a calm sea, deep and calm, "Let people go first."

The mirror image turned back into the sheath, Ling Jiu's eyes were sharp, "Delusion."

Mo Liang said coldly: "You want craftsmen only to forge weapons. Five thousand Tang army equipment is a fair trade. If that's the case, then I'll sit and watch your defeat."

After dawn, the northeast corner of the city was crowded with people, [-] light infantry soldiers of the Tang Army, wearing bright white military robes;

Wearing a gray robe, Yan Lingxi kept beating his fan bones as he paced back and forth under the city gate.

Cheng Tianya was carrying a gourd of wine, and he was drinking the old wine, showing an impatient expression, "The army is assembled, and the dry food for three days is also brought. What are you waiting for?"

Yan Lingxi turned his face to him and smiled at him, "Give me the wine, and I'll give the order to set off immediately."

Cheng Tianya glanced at him, then put all the wine in the gourd into the roar in one breath, and threw the empty wine gourd in front of him, "Okay, here you are."

"Hey." Yan Lingxi looked up, helpless, "Are you still blaming me for not letting you ride a horse? I've said it several times, it's a mountain road, and even a sweaty horse is troublesome."

Cheng Tianya glared at him, threw the wine gourd casually, "Are you going? If you don't go, I'll go, isn't it just a remnant army, I want to..."

"I'm going to find my own death." Yan Lingxi glanced at him angrily, "Commander Chengda, Commander Chengda, we have to wait for three groups of people. If you don't have enough wine, go get another pot."

"Okay, you said it." Cheng Tianya raised his foot, Wu Jin Tielu kicked the wine gourd, and it fell into his hand in a half circle.

A lazy voice sounded not far away, "Hey, brother Ning, did you see that? Man, after becoming a drunkard, he is very disobedient, you must not." Li Qingzhou said with peace of mind.

"I know." Ning Jingyuan sighed softly, and replied calmly.

"Here, the first group of people has arrived." Yan Lingxi smiled, and pointed to the two people walking towards him with the handle of his fan, one in white clothes and white sword, the other in green clothes with a piano.

"There are still two more batches, I'm going to buy wine." Cheng Tianya waved his hands and walked away with the wine gourd.

Yan Lingxi opened his folding fan, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "How did you two sleep last night?"

Before Tranquility could answer, Li Qingzhou said first, "That's great, after all, my skills are so good. Look, Brother Ning doesn't hurt his back or shoulders anymore."

Tranquility raised her finger and pressed her forehead, "Some people always like to ask for credit."

Li Qingzhou moved his eyes and blinked lightly, "Isn't it thanks to you?"

Ning Jingyuan stared for a few breaths, then looked away, looked at the sky that had completely faded from the night, and nodded lightly, "Well, yes."

Two members of the Mo Bing Department came quickly, holding five felt leather military uniforms of Turkic soldiers in each hand, followed by a general of the Tang Army, "Eleventh Young Master, the ten sets of Turkic military uniforms you want are ready."

"General Qin has worked hard, but next time, pay attention to the time. You are late." Yan Lingxi said lightly.

"Sorry, before I leave..." General Qin Liyan wanted to explain, but Yan Lingxi interrupted him, "It's okay, it's reasonable for the third lady to explain to you. Put the military uniform on the ground and let me check it." Yan Lingxi put away the folding fan, squatted down, and examined the clothes carefully.

Mingrui's eyes wandered back and forth on the ten military uniforms, with deep thoughts in them. "These three pieces still have blood stains. The collar and cuffs of these three pieces are damaged. These two pieces show signs of being torn." Yan Lingxi looked and looked, flipped through them, and observed the condition of each uniform, " Don’t want these eight items. Take the remaining two items.”

After finishing speaking, Yan Lingxi got up and waved his folding fan, "Then, we will wait for the last person. Brother Jingyuan, what time is it now?"

"It's almost time." Ning Jingyuan's gaze was still in Dongtian.

Li Qingzhou looked around, "So who are you waiting for?"

At this time, there was a soft sigh from above the crowd, "Hey. If it's too late, Young Master Eleven is going to gossip about Ye."

I saw a red and blue figure slowly descending, accompanied by dense and orderly footsteps.

Yan Lingxi's smile was even stronger, "I believe that you must come here with sincerity, otherwise I can completely refuse your spoiler."

Ye Fengting's red sleeves fluttered, and the military talisman twirled twice in his palm, "Ye was worried that the [-]th soldiers would be weak, so he sincerely brought [-] elite soldiers to help out."

"We meet again." Ning Jingyuan turned his gaze to a general behind Ye Fengting. "The guest of the Martial Arts Alliance is Ning Yuan, and I have seen the general."

The middle-aged burly general was slightly taken aback, "Xu Wei, the former general of the Zuowei Youzhou Battalion, met Mr. Ning."

"So it's General Xu." Yan Lingxi looked over after hearing the words, and smiled friendlyly, "I was in Qingshuang Pavilion before, and was 'taken care of' by General."

Xu Wei shook his head, "Please don't blame Eleventh Young Master, humble job..."

Yan Lingxi raised her arms, and there seemed to be a trace of sadness in her eyes, "No need. As long as she is well."

"Let's go." Cheng Tianya's voice came coldly, and a tall, black figure walked over majestically.

"Well, let's go." Yan Lingxi raised his gray robe, his wide sleeves swayed in the wind, and his folding fan moved lightly, "Looking at the overall situation, everything is going well."

"Youzhou Front Battalion, let's go." Ye Fengting turned the soldier talisman in his hand and stuffed it into his bosom.

Tranquility gathered up her snow-white cotton robe, and glanced at Li Qingzhou with her dark blue eyes.

Li Qingzhou tightened the strap of the piano, tilted his head and looked at Ning Yuan, making sure that he was not affected by the previous injury.

Cheng Tianya held a black wine gourd in his hand, and stood upright, his black-clothed body passed straight through the thousands of troops, and proudly walked towards the gate of the city.

Five thousand three hundred soldiers left the city with pride and headed straight for the northern mountains and forests.

On the city wall of Jiangzhou, a woman in black clothes stood quietly, she said to herself: "If you fail in this battle, then Eleven Brother, you will have to ask for luck."

Thirty miles northeast of Jiangzhou City, at Youdie Ridge, everything is gradually green, and the vegetation and blue rocks are in harmony with each other, dense and quiet.This terrain is like a four-winged butterfly, with four wings for four general directions and eight sphenoid bones, forming eight trails among the mountains, with twists and turns and complicated terrain, making it easy to enter and difficult to exit.In the depths of Youdie Ridge, more than 1 Turkic soldiers are being deployed according to the plan in an attempt to meet the pursuers.

"Report to the general that the first ambush in Xiaobaya is in place."

"Report to the general that the second ambush on Dabaya is in place."

"Report to the general, the four-mirror phantom array has been deployed as required."

"Report to the general, the bow and arrow team is already in place on the Migrating Locust Rock."

Ling Jiu showed a satisfied smile, "Very good."

Mo Liang, who was sitting beside her in the small car, closed his eyes when he saw this, with a look of disdain and indifference.

Ling Jiu raised the corners of her bright red lips, mockingly, "I don't know if you have any other ideas."

Not only did Mo Liang not open his eyes, his body was almost motionless, and his tone was equally indifferent, "Ling Jiu, do you know how many mistakes you made in this layout?"

Ling Jiu was taken aback when he heard the words, he hesitated for a moment, and after a slight pause, "Don't lie to me, you have no bargaining chips in your hand. This general allows you to watch the battle, just to tell you not to be self-righteous."

Mo Liang remained expressionless, "Ha. If I'm self-righteous..." He deliberately elongated his tone, "Then you are terminally ill."

"What did you say?" Ling Jiu was furious, with a little hesitation on his face.

"Is it because there are too few border wars that make you lack tempering? Or is it that there are too few Turkic generals, so you are sent to make up for it?" Mo Liang's tone was extremely cold, like cold needles piercing Ling Jiu.

"You!" Ling Jiu pressed her right hand on the handle of the Mirror Shadow Sword, feeling her killing intent from both sides.

"I don't mind if I continue to be self-righteous." Mo Liang continued to speak sarcasticly, hitting the nail on the head, without being threatened, he just shook his fan lightly.