On How to Correctly Seek Vengeance from the Sick Beauty

In early spring, the chill gradually recedes.

The city guards of Qiyuan Town were in groups of three or four, lazily leaning against the city wall, listening to the veterans who had been on the battlefield boasting about how wonderful they were during the Northern Expedition of Changxing Hou.

Then he became sentimental and lamented that the world was impermanent. The once illustrious Marquis was charged with collaborating with the enemy and treason and died tragically. These veterans who survived because they had little connection were implicated and dispatched.

Now, more than 20 years have passed since that tragic battle. I don’t know how many corpses of comrades-in-arms are buried at the bottom of the Canglan River, but he has long since lost his blood. .

It is better to say that it is muddling along than defending the city.

If you can spend a day, you can earn a day.

The young man who just joined the army was obviously full of blood and just worried a lot: "Captain, then we don't have many brothers in total now, and the imperial court hasn't sent reinforcements for several years. What if Beili really kills us, what will we do?"

The old soldier sat cross-legged by the wall and said disapprovingly: "Although the river has been civilized, it is full of frozen slag, so what are you afraid of? It will take a few years for those barbarians in Beili to think about the Canglan River. Now It's better to think about whether it will be a change of guard for a while, and go to Mrs. Qi or Mrs. Cao's house to drink two liang, what do you think, Ergou."

The veteran waited for a long time but did not see a response from the young man in the distance. He was puzzled and called again: "Er Gouzi?"

"You guys, come and take a look..." Er Gouzi seemed to have been frightened by some kind of fright, and his whole body panicked, pointing to the distance and unable to speak clearly.

The two came to the city wall in confusion, and followed Er Gouzi's finger to look into the distance. The veteran stared and stuck his tongue out, as if he couldn't believe it.

"How, how could..."

I saw the black cavalry smashing the thin ice floating on the river surface, and rolling in with the flying dust.

It is the army of Beili.

The veteran took two steps back, his face pale, and he muttered aphasia.

Instead, the young man responded immediately.

"Enemy attack!"

Accompanied by the sonorous and powerful roar of the boy, the most rapid offensive and defensive battle in history kicked off.

Due to the arrogance and arrogance of the Donglin royal family, they thought that they could keep a hundred years of peace by relying on the natural dangers of the Canglan, and the border defense was insufficient. The Beili army drove straight in like walking on the ground, but in just half a month, they recovered [-]% of the border lost. An unguarded empty city.

But their commander-in-chief has not ordered the attack for a long time, and he does not know what he is waiting for.

30 red-armored soldiers lined up. Murong Yuan stood alone in front of the formation, riding a pure black horse, wearing a dark battle suit, and a scarlet cloak fluttering in the wind behind him, but he closed his eyes and fell asleep as if he couldn't hear it.

But it is this not-so-strong figure that can make the following soldiers believe that as long as he is there, no matter how cunning the enemy is, no matter how sophisticated the conspiracy, Beili can turn the tide and turn defeat into victory.

Murong Yuan is the god of war in Beili, the savior who led them to wash away their humiliation.

No one complained a word of dissatisfaction, they all trusted him, and 30 people reached a strange tranquility at this moment.

Time passed slowly, until there was a loud eagle cry in the cloudless sky.

The man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were as black as ink, and he lazily swept across the empty and deserted city, a white shadow came into his eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly raised.

"Take the ladder. Siege the city."

Following his order, the attack horn sounded, the horse neighed, and Murong Yuan rushed out ahead of the army.

As the distance got closer, the eyebrows and eyes of the man on the city wall became clearer.

There seemed to be thick flames beating in Murong Yuan's bottomless eyes. He drew out the arrow from his back and strung the bow.

Pointing at the people in the city.

"Brother Yi. Long time no see."

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