Inscription of Different Cases

The two of them followed the same pattern, broke into three camps where the captives were imprisoned, and completely disturbed the palace.Several prison carts were galloping on the stone road, and the carts were not pulled by high-quality horses, and the road itself was not for carriages. The carts were jolted to the point of being overwhelmed, as if they would fall apart completely in the next moment. .

The enemy soldiers have seen through their plot and are surrounding them from all directions.There was a continuous sound of "Chi Chi" in the air, and the overwhelming rain of arrows roared towards him. Han Lang hurriedly cast spells, but the lingering heat wave around him made it difficult for him to perform. In the end, he drew out Feng Buyan with a dazzling sword After the move, the enemy's arrows fell to the ground in vain.

"Hurry up and think of a way!" he yelled at the other two.The second wave of arrows rained again, and more enemies jumped down from the roof wall beside the road and rushed to the front.The prisoners were all crowded in the prison car, holding their heads and screaming. Many prisoners who didn't have time to squeeze into the prison car could only hold on to the wooden rails with both hands, half of their bodies were hanging on the edge of the car, looking even more precarious.

The enemy's swords and swords roared towards them, and they wailed "Help", trying to turn their bodies around, but they couldn't avoid it.In an emergency, Han Lang hugged one by the waist, and supported the legs and feet of the other with magic, but he himself was completely exposed to the sword.Qinglian and He Yijiu were both in other prison cars, and no one had time to help him. Just as he was about to forcefully block the blow, a wooden shackle flew in mid-air, collided head-on with the enemy's sword, and immediately shattered into pieces.

One person tugged at him: "Come here!"

Han Lang sent the two captives up first, followed by himself, only then did he realize that it was King Zhao himself who extended a helping hand just now.Seeing each other again in adversity, Han Lang temporarily let go of his suspicions and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Zhao Wang said with a wry smile: "I offended you a lot before."

Han Lang shook his head and stopped talking.The next moment, he had returned to the rear to fight fiercely with the enemy. After turning a few lanes, he heard the prisoner who helped drive the car shout in panic: "I can't run! I'm going to be caught up!"

A large number of enemies came chasing them on horseback, several times faster than them, He Yijiu shouted in desperation: "Let me come!"

Han Lang didn't know what he was going to do, he jumped up and landed firmly on the roof of the last car.He twisted his legs, leaned forward, arched his back, and his face and body were instantly covered by tiger stripes extending like vines.The captives below had never seen such a scene, and they all exclaimed.He Yijiu turned into a tiger with his tail raised, and a pair of round ears behind his head, with an indescribably majestic aura.

The wooden railing screamed weakly under his claws, and more than a dozen people shot towards his heart like a row of black sharp arrows, but he turned his claws into two palms, and cut the belly of the person in front of him in half with one claw .Blood drenched his face, he stretched out his tongue to lick it, grinned his fangs, and after a while, let out a thundering roar.

Following the roar of the tiger, the horses pulling the cart seemed to be urged to their lives by an evil spirit, and suddenly ran wildly, completely exceeding their own speed.However, when people took a closer look, these horses had turned their eyes white, foamed at the mouth, and their hooves were even bleeding, but they dared not stop as if they were crazy.He Yijiu roared again, and the enemy's mount screamed in panic for an instant, and then stopped in unison, no matter what the enemy urged or cursed, they did not move forward.For a while, people shouted and horses neighed, and the situation was chaotic. Han Lang and the others ran across a street, and they really drove the enemy soldiers away.

He Yijiu stood proudly, his figure under the moonlight was comparable to that of a hell Shura, and his pair of blue eyes were full of murderous aura, which made people chill.No wonder these animals want to run away, even ordinary people probably want to cover their heads and hide in a corner at this moment.This is the innate coercion of a tiger. Han Lang almost saw God, and did not move for a long time, until at a certain moment Shen Minggui shouted angrily in his ear: "What are you crazy about! You still want to kill Liu Ding Liu Jia Can't be recruited!"

Although He Yijiu hadn't completely transformed into a tiger, Shen Minggui must have been a little overwhelmed by the sudden surge of demonic energy.Han Lang hurriedly responded: "You hold on for a while! It will be over soon!"

Shen Minggui was still muttering cursingly, probably because Wuxia was using the technique of sound transmission, and they gradually lost their hearing.Fortunately, He Yijiu also realized the problem, jumped back in front of Han Lang and recovered, panting, "It's enough for us to run for a while."

He was exhausted from such an encounter, now Qinglian stepped forward to respond and said: "That's enough, leave the rest to me."

With a big wave of his hand, the ground froze again, and the scattered pursuers slipped and fell into a ball one after another.Then the dark wind emerged, making the teeth of the captives tremble with the cold, followed by a large cloud of black mist, passing over their robes, and heading straight for the enemy.

"What did you do?" Han Lang asked curiously.

"Ghost hitting the wall."

Everyone suddenly realized.

The pursuers were gradually thrown off like this, and the palace gate was just around the corner. They rushed out of the gate and turned into the streets of the city.There are no more enemies outside, all the way to the outside of the city smoothly.So far, it has been considered a great success. Han Lang and others just arrived at the safe zone, and they simply threw themselves on the grass one after another, too tired to get up.The one who was more tired than them was Shen Minggui, who was finally able to leave the magic circle at this time. His body was shaking and he could hardly stand upright. Unexpectedly, Qinglian appeared on his right side in time and supported him steadily.

It is almost impossible for an ordinary person to consume mana for such a long time. Shen Minggui's condition is definitely not good at this moment, his face is extremely pale, as if he is dying of illness.Han Lang hurriedly got up and supported his shoulders, and He Yijiu grunted twice as a way of thanking him.

Shen Minggui broke away from Han Lang, but ignored Qinglian.The latter didn't say anything comforting, and smiled slightly: "I think you are not far from my home."

"Where is your home?" Shen Minggui asked with a rare good temper, maybe he couldn't care less about ridicule at this moment.

"Qinglian Hell."

"roll."

Several people settled the prisoners, helped them release the shackles, and planned to take them to the camp of the garrison for temporary shelter.Zhao Wang said that these people were handed over to him, and then thanked them again for their life-saving grace.Later, he took Han Lang and He Yijiu aside, and sincerely apologized to them for what happened.He said that everything was the result of his own conceit. He thought everything was under control, but he didn't expect it to be a bad move in the end.

Han Lang looked at this bruised prince. The bridge of his nose was broken, and there were many bruises on his face. It was a thousand miles away from the glamorous appearance in Prince Zhao's mansion at that time, and he no longer spoke so arrogantly. .For a prince, the current performance is already extremely sincere, and it can even be said to be humble.If it was Han Lang before, he would have accepted it with trepidation, but now he just said calmly: "Your Highness, you don't have to blame yourself, that is also our responsibility to conceal our identities."

"After this situation is over, I will make an apology to the two positions. If you need anything, whether it is real money or official positions, you are welcome."

Han Lang smiled. This time, like He Yijiu, he didn't say anything from the beginning to the end.

When daylight broke, they led Zhao Wang and his party to the garrison camp.The rising sun from the east cast its warm radiance on this war-torn land, and the city wall in the distance seemed to be on fire, drenched in a layer of golden-red eye-catching color.Near the river bank wharf, the tents are like the sea, and countless boats, large and small, are moored on the river.Farther away, the rebels standing on the commanding heights are reorganizing their ranks, and a fierce battle is inevitable.

When the group arrived at the camp, King Zhao finally reunited with Yao Xinlian, and Han Lang also saw Zhuzhen and Ruan Ping.Wei Shangshu, Mo Chen, and others greeted them not far away. Many officials who had survived the catastrophe saw these familiar faces again, and naturally they were full of emotion and tears.After reminiscing about the old days, everyone settled down, healed their wounds, rested and rested, and the rest gathered in the camp again to discuss the current situation.

The situation was as they had estimated before, because Mo Chen successfully mobilized the garrison with the Bing Talisman, and Shui Qi's reinforcements lingered, the [-] rebels under King Xian were indeed in a precarious situation.But they quickly calmed down and held on to the city.The garrison could not attack the wharf, nor could it attack the capital.The Xian king successfully escaped from the city, which further stabilized the morale of the rebel army, making them even more tenacious and difficult to deal with.

In fact, this kind of resistance is only at the end of their strength. Without Shui Qi's help, they will run out of ammunition and food sooner or later.Now they are fighting for every inch of land, and they must control the dock no matter what.According to Mo Chen's analysis, they are probably still negotiating with the Shuiqi people for assistance.

"Shui Qi has high hopes for this battle. If he can assist the King Xian to take office, the benefits they will get will be astonishing," Mo Chen said, "The King Xian won't hesitate to promise them the information he got from that He Dimu." Hundreds of miles of land, I only ask for their help."

"Shameless villain," Wei Shangshu slapped the table angrily, "For his own selfish desires, he did not hesitate to seek refuge with foreign enemies."

Han Lang tentatively asked, "That is to say, Shui Qi might come back?"

"It's just a sacrifice of a general, presumably they have their own balance."

He Yijiu gave a strange laugh, and secretly said to Han Lang, "Poor He Dimu."

Han Lang patted him, signaling him not to talk too much. "I have another bad news to tell you all," Zhao Wangdao said, "Thanks to Mr. Han and He Daxia for their rescue this time, however, General Mo was taken away by King Xian yesterday, and his whereabouts are unknown."

Mo Chen heaved a long sigh: "I just saw you come back, but I didn't see my father, so I guessed so."

Wei Shangshu frowned and said: "With Old General Mo as a hostage, the virtuous king may become even more unscrupulous, so we must be careful."

"Is the emperor still missing?" Someone asked.

Wei Shangshu shook his head decisively: "No."

Zhao Wang pondered for a moment, then said: "Since this is the case, we don't have much time to waste. We can divide our troops into three groups, one group will continue to attack the pier and contain the enemy; the other group will take advantage of the gap and enter from the west in one fell swoop. Break through the city gate. A few heroes can split up and appear from time to time to disturb the enemy's sight. What do you think?"

There was a bandage on the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his mouth were worn out. He spoke slowly, but everyone present was listening carefully.After the words were finished, no one raised any objections, so everyone began to discuss the details.

"By the way, there is one more thing," Ruan Ping said, then smiled and looked at Zhu Zhen who said nothing, "The King Xian was injured by a hidden weapon, and his body was poisoned, I am afraid that time is running out."

"That couldn't be better!" Everyone showed joyful expressions.This is probably the best news today, they cast admiring glances at Zhuzhen one after another, and compliments were endless.As time passed, Zhuzhen couldn't hold back any longer, she lowered her head and stopped looking at people, and even found an excuse to leave the room after a while.Seeing this, Han Lang couldn't help laughing, thinking that Zhu Zhen usually looked so invincible, but she was still very tender in her bones.

The others only regarded him as being modest and didn't say anything.Thinking of King Xian's distraught and furious appearance these days, everyone is in an extremely good mood.The virtuous king has been planning for so many years, and he has just tasted the sweetness. He was forced to flee by them before the throne had time to warm up. Thinking about it carefully, this is really gratifying.

They discussed for a whole morning, and the plan was finally made, and everyone left the camp one after another.At this moment, Han Lang saw Wei Shangshu standing up and calling Zhao Wang to stop, and respectfully said: "Your Highness, there is one more matter, please take a step to speak."

After all, Wei Shangshu led Zhao Wang and Mo Chen into the inner room, and isolated Han Lang and others from the outside.Seeing this, He Yijiu curled his lips and made a "what's there to hide" expression.At the moment when their curtains were opened and closed, Han Lang took a glance and found a person standing with his back facing the outside with his hands behind his back.

He didn't need to think too much about who it was, he snorted and didn't show any objection.

After working so hard for so long, Han Lang and the others were finally able to rest for half a day.Mo Chen prepared temporary tents for them. Because the garrison itself didn't have much supplies, there were only three of them.But no one minded, Han Lang lived with He Yijiu, Zhuzhen and Ruan Ping lived next door, and Shen Minggui enjoyed it alone.The latter didn't come to the meeting. Han Lang thought he disappeared alone again, but he didn't expect to see Shen Minggui lying in the tent with closed eyes and resting his mind as soon as he approached the tent. His complexion seemed to be a little better than before. He muttered to himself, "Is he alright?"

He was talking to himself, but he didn't expect a figure to float in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "No problem."

It was Qinglian, who floated directly out of Shen Minggui's tent, and brought a gust of cold wind into the distant kitchen.The surrounding soldiers were frightened by him and did not dare to make a sound. He brought out a bowl of rice porridge and returned to Shen Minggui's tent.

After a while, an angry voice came from the tent: "It's all frozen, what do you want me to eat?"

"I tried my best."

"Go change a bowl."

"They were afraid of me and refused to do it."

"Forget it, I'm going to sleep."

"it is good."

"...You go out first, cold."

"Mortal people are so fragile."

"you shut up."

"You really don't want to follow me to Qinglian--"

"roll!"

Until Han Lang and He Yijiu lay down next door, head to head and almost fell asleep, the two of them didn't calm down.After thinking about it, Han Lang decided not to help.

Let them mess around.