Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

set plan.

Fight back! ! !

The crescent moon hangs on the treetops, and the dampness fills the air. The night has not yet dissipated. The long-closed gate of Shayu City is slowly opened, and the team of Qingqi, like ghosts in the night, rode their horses to surround the Xizhou camp. go.

Dawn was breaking, and it was the darkest and most tiring time of the day. The patrols stationed in the outermost part of the Western Zhou Dynasty seemed a bit bored.

"Finally, it's almost dawn. I have to go to sleep after a while. I'm really exhausted these two days."

"No, I don't know what happened to the general in the past two days. He suddenly strengthened the patrol so much. Maybe Wei Lin's gang of grandsons dared to call the door."

"That's right, Wei Linguo's is just a coward."

A man approached two points, and said in a low voice: "Hey, hey, I heard that it seems that Wei Lin's emperor's imperial convoy is personally marching. The general is afraid of a cavalry team in his hands."

"Cavalry?"

"I heard from those veterans in the past that that cavalry team was terrible. Back then, gods blocked and killed gods, and Buddhas blocked and killed Buddhas. No one dared to compete with them on the battlefield."

Immediately someone nearby said disdainfully: "Cut, who cares about cavalry, it must not be as powerful as our Iron Armored Army in the Western Zhou Dynasty?"

"Hey, that's..." The big man who was talking only felt a pain in his neck, and reflexively raised his hand to wipe it, and it was sticky and red.

In the next second, under his horrified gaze, he saw the head of his companion, who was still in a coma with him just now, rolling down like a wheel, leaving behind a dark red spray.

Immediately afterwards, he lost consciousness, his head rolled down with a rumble, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

A whole row of patrol posts died silently, without sending out any signal.

In the darkness, following Mo Jiujun's order, in an instant, patches of flames burst out in the darkness, shooting towards the Western Zhou camp with a destructive aura.

"Enemy attack——!!!"

Almost at the moment when the words were spoken, arrows blazing with fire swarmed in, igniting the most important grain and grass camp and tents stationed in the Western Zhou Dynasty, followed by the roar of the sky and the sound of horseshoes .

At this moment, the entire Western Zhou camp was in complete chaos. Those whose clothes were accidentally ignited were crying and rolling on the ground, those who were so frightened that they almost instinctively ran away, and those who were frightened by the roar had no fighting spirit at all. Those who escaped took advantage of this short period of panic and helplessness to annihilate countless enemies.

But Western Zhou's reaction was also very quick, and immediately dispatched their final weapon, the Iron Armored Army, which they would dare to challenge Ban Weilin.

In the raging fire, roars and screams were intertwined, and every soldier was red-eyed. They raised their swords and fell, and every time the cold light was cast, it reflected the cruelty of blood and severed limbs.

There is no pity here, no softness of heart, there is only one thought in the whole body and mind, to live one more second, to kill one more enemy, to fight for one more hope for the country, the family and the people. Every tiny step forward by the blood is for the stability and happiness of the wife and children behind him.

This is war, synonymous with blood.

In Shayu City, because Chu Jingran, the national teacher, presided over the overall situation and gave out porridge and medicine, the people in the city also ignited their spirits one by one, but there were not enough doctors. The people in the city took a pulse.

Although Mo Jiujun went out to meet the enemy today, Chu Jingran was not worried at all. In his heart, Mo Jiujun was surrounded by the halo of the protagonist, and no one would kill him. Therefore, he arranged for people to check the pulse as usual, but It was only noon, and suddenly someone came running from a distance in a hurry, saying that a man covered in blood was looking for him outside.

Chu Jingran turned his head, and as expected, he was not far away. There was a man covered in blood. Judging from his attire, he should be a member of Pofeng who had just left the battlefield. It's just that he didn't clean up himself first. Why did he come here covered in blood?

Thoughts turned around in his head, Chu Jingran stopped abruptly.

Wait a minute, broken wind, covered in blood, urgent...

Mo Jiujun! ! !

110. Your Majesty, Please Respect Yourself 13

Thinking of some kind of possibility, Chu Jingran walked quickly to the person, and his tone was also tinged with anxiety.

"What's the matter?" Is Mo Jiujun dying soon?

The soldier was taken aback by his eager tone, touched his head and said truthfully: "Your Majesty, please go back."

"How is the emperor now?"

emperor?

The soldier glanced at the person opposite and answered truthfully.

"Your Majesty is fine, what happened to the Master of the State Teacher?"

Chu Jingran: I thought he was going to die, and now he is planning to make a will.

Swinging back the soldiers, Chu Jingran temporarily exposed the oolong. He didn't know what Mo Jiujun was looking for him, and after briefly explaining the matter, he returned to Duqun Mansion according to the order, and came all the way to Mo Jiujun's residence through the guidance of his subordinates. In front of the door.

In front of the door