Da Deyun

There is a poisonous miasma deep in the dense forest outside Moling City, and ordinary people can't get in at all. If you really want to find medicine, tens of thousands of elite soldiers are too whimsical.

The princes of the barbarians are all in the Henghe area behind the dense forest, where they trained secretly in the past, so they have the confidence to rebel; Henghe is easy to defend and difficult to attack, otherwise it would not have caused such a headache for the barbarian leaders.

In a moment of confusion, one is left alive, leading to a big mistake.

Others can understand it, but how could Meng Hetang not understand it? Not to mention whether military horses can cross the Heng River, but the miasma in the dense forest cannot stay for long.

But it is not easy to force the barbarians to come out.Unless, their defenses were broken, their moods were disturbed, and their calmness was ruined.

In fact, you can wait, consume, and think of other ways.Just chose the fastest and most ruthless one.

As a member of the Awa tribe, even if she survived, Yuxi would not have the face to face her tribe, but she would be too cruel to watch Qin Xiaoxian die.Therefore, both she and Meng Hetang tacitly chose to sacrifice herself.

After Yuxi's death, the first one to come on horseback was not the prince or the general, but the eldest son of the prince; with red eyes and teeth clenched, he lost his composure like a wild animal and swung a long knife at Meng Hetang's head.

If they met in Jianghu and were friends or strangers, they could all compete fairly.But this is a battlefield, it concerns the state affairs of the two countries, and the safety of the people is not a joke.

The little prince still fought hard when he was hit by two arrows, and he tried his best to kill Meng Hetang in order to overtake the army horse; it's just that the more miasma in the forest, the weaker he became.

In the end, Meng Hetang finally waited until he was out of breath among the three armies, and had no choice but to bet on the barbarian prince.

I don't know if it was for his son or Yuxi, but he was very calm when he entered the dense forest, as if he had expected the result; after only one glance at his dying son, he drew his sword and charged at Meng.

Perhaps, when he saw his son in battle, he knew that the battle was bound to be lost, so he simply wanted to have a good time.

Meng Hetang draws out his sword to fight.

This forest is full of blood and blood, one or two more is not too much, and one or two less is not too little.

When the two confronted each other, a purple-gold armored leader from outside the dense forest came swiftly with his whips on his horse, and Xuan Jia rode a golden spear and iron armor to join forces from the inside.

This battle was a complete victory.

When the hall master put down the sword, his face, hands and armor were covered with blood, and the others couldn't tell the difference between his own and his own.

From the moment he shot the sword, he clenched his teeth until he was victorious; until the soldiers lifted the two hugging people to him.

"Brother Meng..." Liu Xiaoting stood beside him, watching the corpse splashing tears on the ground; the words behind him were stuck in his throat.

The soldiers tried to separate the two, but unfortunately the embrace was too tight and they couldn't be separated.The feather arrows that had penetrated the hearts of the two were also pulled out, and the wounds were not dry yet, bleeding out continuously.

Except for the feathered arrow that passed through the chest, Yuxi didn't have any wounds on her body; even her dress wasn't stained with blood, she just lay in his arms, quietly.

He must be very distressed.

Bang!

The armor fell to the ground, throwing dust.

The hall master knelt down on the ground, with his head lowered and his eyes unable to see his expression clearly; his shoulders trembled slightly, and his hands were hanging powerlessly by his side.

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"I know, you Meng Hetang..."

"Never mention it later."

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The military doctor performed an autopsy and recorded it.

The Hall Master personally changed Lao Qin's clothes, held the two fingers together, and slept in the same coffin.

When all the dust settled, it was also snowing heavily in the northwest.

The hall master didn't want to stay longer, he cleaned up the barbarians and rebels, and settled the dead and wounded soldiers. In just two days, the order for this group of teachers to return to Beijing was issued.

The day before returning to Beijing, the barbarian prince entered Moling City with a gift of thanks.

When he saw Meng Hetang in the study, he was really taken aback; obviously he won the battle without too many casualties, and no one was seriously injured, but he was haggard in a few days.

"Master Meng has worked hard."

"The responsibility lies." The hall master accepted the letter and put it into the secret cabinet, coughed twice, and said: "The secret letter, I will send it to the palace personally, the prince can rest assured."

"It's natural." The barbarian prince smiled, and thanked him somewhat bluntly with the court ceremony.

The two were talking when there was a sound outside the door.

"Meng Hetang!"

"Old Meng..."

Before this person arrived, Sheng'er went through the house and around the beams first; hearing this angry shout, the hall master drank a sip of tea, nodded and smiled at the prince, as a gesture of relief.

The man pushed open the door and entered.

He is handsome, tall and burly; at first glance, he is tall and burly but does not make people feel that he is big and three thick, and there is a heroic spirit and knowledge in his eyebrows and eyes.

The eldest prince seemed to recognize him, he tilted his head and thought about it carefully. ——The person who wore the purple-gold armor and led the soldiers to help that day.

This is a talented person who knows both literature and martial arts.

"This general is the one who cooperated with you from inside to outside to clear up the rebels that day."

Before the person who had just entered the room could speak, the eldest prince hurriedly opened his mouth, his eyes shining brightly.

"Oh, yes." The hall master smiled politely, looking a little tired and powerless.

"This is my senior brother, who has been guarding the west city before."

According to the rules, even if it is an introduction, it should be explained to the guests first; the hall master put his five fingers together, flattened one side of the palm, and said to the elder brother: "This is the eldest son of the leader of the Ava tribe."

"It turned out to be the eldest prince, nice to meet you."

Hands over to salute, the anger is not inferior to others.

"That's too polite." The eldest prince smiled, raised his hand and waved it casually; the Han people are very polite, so he naturally just does what he wants.

"Fortunate to meet, ask your name."

Listen to this argument, you are almost catching up with the Han people; indeed, all these years dealing with the Han people has not been in vain.

"You are welcome!"

"My name is Yan, and my name is Hexiang."