Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

This is Royer's fourth year as general in the east of Us.

In the past few years, Dayan and Wu Si had equal forces, even if there were frequent frictions, it would be a lose-lose situation.Occasionally, the people of Wusi could have a bit of an advantage because of their horse racing all the year round, which made the people of Yan lose more.

But in the past two years, Royer has found that this battle does not seem to be so easy to fight.

The Yan people's formation has undergone great changes, and they often catch them by surprise.

However, after a few confrontations, countless light cavalry squads were lost, not to mention the spies sent to inquire about the news, they all disappeared without a trace like cows drowning in mud.

Royer was pacing around outside the tent in boredom, and when he looked up, he saw a soldier dressed in black hurrying over, and asked quickly, "Is there any news from 'Sir'? "

The soldier bowed to him: "Report to the general, I have not received a secret letter from "Sir" today. "

"Did not receive."

Royer said to himself: "Does it mean that we can surprise attack according to the previously agreed plan?"

The soldier took off the mask covering his face, revealing a delicate face below: "I don't know."

Royer sighed and waved him away.

Except for himself and a few spies who were in charge of inquiring about the news, few people knew that Wu Si had planted an undercover agent in the Yan army.

The undercover agent infiltrated the Yan family, and stayed dormant for decades after he left.In order to avoid arousing the vigilance of the Yan people, the undercover agent did not take any action in the past few years, and only recently began to send news to the Usi people.

At first, he passed on some innocuous little information, in exchange for the trust of the generals.

Later, the information was accurate to how many troops were stationed, how much food and grass there were, when the guards were strictly guarded, and when the guards were relaxed, basically nothing went wrong.

Except last time...

Thinking of what happened last time, Royer had a toothache.

As the commander-in-chief of the eastern part of Uz, he is the person who has the most contact with "Sir" and the general who has fought the most Yan soldiers, but he has never had a loss that has made him worry about it. One of the biggest reasons is that This time he lost his most powerful lieutenant.

It should be a few nights before the Chinese New Year's Eve, and "Sir" made an appointment with him to exchange information somewhere.

The spy in charge of leading the team was temporarily recalled to the capital by Mr. Wu Si, and his deputy was temporarily asked to take over the task of exchanging information.

But I didn't expect to go there and never come back.Not only did the lieutenant general die, but even the Uz elite soldiers with that small group didn't come back.

The more Royer thought about it, the more he hated him. He spat hard on the ground, then turned and went to another tent.

This tent was smaller than his, but it was full of strange containers, and from time to time there was a "buzzing" sound coming from the containers, which made one's scalp go numb.

"General, your complexion doesn't seem very good..." A purple-robed man came out from behind the screen, with a black veil covering his nose and mouth, "Did something happen?"

Royer pursed his lips subconsciously, and took a few steps back.

The purple-robed man didn't pay much attention, and placed the earthen pot in his hand on an empty shelf.The clothes on his body were lifted up and down with his movements, revealing the beautiful curves that were covered.

This purple-robed person was actually a woman.

"Priest, there is no other news about Yan soldiers in Longxi today..." Luo Ye respectfully said, "I just want to ask, do you think..."

"Since there is no news, it might as well be good news."

The priest raised his eyes and looked at him: "Is the general doubting the information of 'Sir'? "

Royer shook his head quickly: "No, I just..."

"One mistake doesn't mean anything..." the priest said, "Maybe the Yan people were lucky last time and happened to bump into our people, so they wiped them all out?"

Royer quietly swallowed what he wanted to say just now: "You are right, but..."

"Gu can't deceive people..." She interrupted Royer, "The poison can't be removed even by burning, what are you afraid of?"

After finishing speaking, the priest lowered his eyes and gently stroked the glass jar in front of him.

The material on the outside of the jar seemed to be frosted, mixed with several different colors, making it difficult to see what was inside, but a black shadow could be seen crawling across the wall of the jar.And when the priest's fingertips stroked it, the contents inside hit the jar with a "bang bang" as if agitated.

Royer took another step back and whispered: "I understand, I won't bother you anymore."

As he spoke, he turned around and left without any hesitation, as if standing behind him was not a woman, but an evil ghost.

Seeing Royer coming out, the Us soldiers waiting outside the door knelt down on one knee and saluted him, waiting for his next instruction.

"Give me an order..." Royer gritted his teeth and said, "Tomorrow, according to the original plan, we will attack the Longxi barracks at night."

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It's night, everything is silent.

Several teams of light cavalry swept out from the flanks of the Wusi barracks, skillfully removed the driftwood from their backs, and built a temporary "bridge" on the river for people to settle down.

Tonight is the New Year's Eve of the Han people, and it is also the only day when the Longxi military camp can relax its vigilance during the year of strict surveillance.

Royer was wearing a light armor, with a gloomy face surrounded by Us soldiers, with an ominous premonition hovering in his heart.

The Uz army traveled very fast, and quickly approached the Longxi barracks under the cover of heavy snow.

The Longxi military camp was silent, without the excitement and vitality that a festival should have. The outermost bonfire had long been covered by snow, leaving only black smoke.The leading soldier waved his hand with dark eyes, and the people on the left and right immediately got off their horses and continued to move forward.

Royer frowned, and his eyes swept across the tents standing out of the snow in the darkness, the ominous premonition in his heart intensified.

The new deputy general next to him is a young man, it should be the first time he confronted Yan soldiers head-on, his tone was full of excitement: "General, I heard that the priest used a new Gu for the Yan people, can we kill the Yan soldiers?" Has everyone been wiped out?"

Royer frowned, but did not speak.

He looked at the front team that had penetrated into the enemy's camp from a distance, and felt inexplicably tense, and then he caught a glimpse of a reddish orange color rushing past him out of the corner of his eye.

"Be careful! There is an enemy attack!"

Royer roared suddenly, and slammed the horse under him: "Retreat!!"

But it's too late.

Shouts of killing suddenly sounded from all directions, instantly surrounding the entire Uz army.

The sound of war drums hit the heavy night in a dull manner, and the drums became faster and faster, beating on people's eardrums like a torrential rain.

This operation was a surprise attack, plus the effect of trusting the Gu insect, so Luo Ye didn't bring too many people, but how could three or four thousand soldiers defeat the entire Yan soldiers in Longxi?

The blaze and the shouting made one another, burning half of the misty sky red.

The Wusi soldiers originally thought that the Yan people had fallen into their commander's tricks and had no power to fight back, so they subconsciously relaxed their vigilance, but they didn't expect that they wanted to catch a turtle in their urn, and they themselves became the "turtle" caught.

Royer paid a little attention to look at the Us soldiers who were trapped in the siege, and when he came back to his senses, he hurriedly swung a long knife handed to his chest with his epee, and when he raised his eyes, he met a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The man was not wearing light armor, but only a pure white cloak, and the red satin with his hair was fluttering in the bitter wind.

It didn't look like he came to fight, but rather like some noble young master saw this snowy night, he got excited on a whim, put on some clothes and went out to play in the snow, maybe even recite a poem impromptuly.

But the knife in his hand was not as elegant as a person's. After being pushed away by Royer, without stopping, he tied a flower, and stabbed Royer's chest impartially at a tricky angle.

The collision of swords and swords made Royer's jaw go numb, and then he put away his contempt and began to fight with him.

After all, the Wusi people were ambushed and defeated by the overwhelming offensive of the Yan army.

A few lucky ones escaped the melee at the beginning, and when they crawled back to the river, they found that the pontoon bridges for them to settle down had already been burned down.

Royer caught a glimpse of the miserable state of Uz's soldiers, and felt even more desolate in his heart. He put his sword on the ghostly long knife and stared openly: "Who are you?"

The corners of Jiang Yi's lips curled up, revealing a warm smile: "My humble Jiang Ziming, I have met General Luo Ye."

Royer was dazed for a moment when he heard the name, and almost fell off his horse, his voice was low and hoarse: "Are you the Prime Minister of Yan Dynasty?"

Jiang Yi didn't speak any more, and retreated to advance, forcing Luo Ye to retreat step by step.

In terms of his own strength, Luo Ye would definitely not lose to someone who was born as a civil servant like Jiang Yi.

But he was ambushed first by the Yan people, and then he found that the way to escape was cut off.

He thought he was a praying mantis catching cicadas, but unexpectedly, he had already planned to be an oriole, so that more than [-] people in Wusi were buried on this New Year's Eve.

Luo Ye fiercely used the epee to split the long knife, his eyes were full of blood, and rushed towards Jiang Yi with his horse's belly, and it was a "both killed together".

A cold light flashed across Jiang Yi's eyes, and in an instant he switched the long knife from his right hand to his left, and turned sideways to let the messy epee pass by his waist dangerously, but the long knife in his left hand had already been handed over to Luo Luo. Yeah chest.

The blade tempered by fine iron was extremely sharp, breaking through the light armor and piercing straight into the flesh.

Jiang Yi didn't even wear light armor for protection, but he still dared to fight Luo Ye head-on.

This gambler-like courage is not something ordinary people can have.

Blood sprayed out from the edge of the knife, and the tall General Us fell from his horse with a bang, and the epee fell to the ground with a "clang".

Jiang Yi exhaled lightly, his eyes scanned the surrounding scenery, and the memories of his previous life suddenly flashed in his mind.

The same snowy night, the same enemy attack, the same fire and fighting.

It's just that the Wusi people had been prepared for that time, and the Yan army was the one who was caught off guard for a sneak attack.Old General Zhang led a thousand elite soldiers to build an impenetrable line of defense with his flesh/body as a fire guide.

Jiang Yi lowered his eyes and watched as Yan Bing lifted Luo Ye from the ground, bound his hands, and gently wiped away the blood splattered on his cheeks.

The hair tie came loose during the struggle, and was instantly swept away by the strong wind to nowhere.

However, a head of black hair scattered in the wind, and a few strands fell between his eyebrows and eyes, like two or three ink marks on porcelain white rice paper.

I don't know when the knuckles were rubbed by the sword, and a small cut was made.He stared at the wound for a moment, then slowly pressed his knuckles to his lips, licking away the oozing blood.

Jiang Yi turned his horse's head in the snow, stood on a slope and looked down from a high position. The flames danced on his cheeks, adding a bit of blood to his pale complexion.

Everything has started anew.

He not only wants to win this game, but also wins many games, and win back everything he lost in his previous life.

The author says:

good!yeah! (crawls happily)

I’ve been listening to Zhou Shen and Combs’ Kepler recently, it’s really good to listen to QAQ