Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

In desperation, Fu Jian had no choice but to give up the battle with Yao Chang, and hurried back to Chang'an with his troops.

But because his team arrived too late, he could only order his second son Fu Hui to lead an army of [-] troops to occupy Murong Chong.

The teams of Murong Chong and Fu Hui met in Zheng County.

The first time they met, they confronted each other head-on, and neither side benefited much, but relatively speaking, Qin Bing suffered a greater loss.

The first battle was over, Murong Chong was leading the team to patrol the team, when a soldier came to look for him, Ping Yi, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Ping Yi had just caught up with Murong Chong's team and ran excitedly, but was held in front of Murong Chong just like that.

Murong Chong looked at him and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Send, send the letter." Ping Yi smiled flatteringly.

Murong Chong waved his hand, signaling for Jiang Pingyi to let go.

Having won his freedom, Ping Yi hurriedly ran to Murong Chong, took out the wrinkled envelope from his bosom, and handed it to Murong Chong.

When Murong Chong saw the familiar handwriting on the envelope, the expression on his face softened a bit: "Tell me, why are you here this time? Isn't there a messenger?"

Hearing Murong Chong's words, Ping Yi's face drooped immediately: "Isn't it all because of your son? Madam sent so many letters, but only received two or three replies. Each letter was only a few words. Madam is really worried. , let me see if the young master is injured, if he is sick, if he has met any new lover..."

Ping Yi muttered in dissatisfaction, but his voice suddenly became extremely low when he reached the last sentence.

"What?" Murong Chong didn't hear clearly for a while.

"Ah, it's just that Madam misses Young Master very much, and she is afraid that Young Master is too busy to write letters because he is busy with the war. Just let me tell Madam about the situation of Young Master."

"You are getting better and better." Murong Chong's face turned cold, and he turned and left after speaking.

Although Ping Yi's appearance diverted Murong Chong's mind for a while, but soon his mind was full of the battle in front of him.

"Come out." Murong Chong said softly when only Murong Chong was left in the tent.

That black shadow quietly entered Murong Chong's camp again.

"The war will start in three days, just bring 200 people." Murong Chong said.

"Yes." The man took the order and retreated.

Murong Chong looked at the letter in front of him seemingly unchanged, but in fact only he knew in his heart that when he thought that the day he had been waiting for for so many years was about to arrive, even his blood was boiling and clamoring.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

The two sides lined up at the agreed place, waiting for the sound of the attack horn at any time.

But at the end of Murong Chong's team, there was a group of extra people.

These people are all women, wearing colorful clothes, riding oxen, holding a long spear in one hand, and a bag filled with sand in the other.

The horns sounded and the two armies began to charge at each other.

Murong Chong shouted: "Where is the team!"

So these women all drove the cattle forward, shaking their pockets as they moved forward. For a while, the rear of the Yan army was full of sand and dust, and the tail of the team could not be seen.

This move really made the Qin army panic. They thought that the Yan army had a large number of people and they had no advantage. Coupled with the previous defeats, the morale of the Qin army was extremely low in an instant.

Murong Chong led the army to the front, his white clothes were particularly conspicuous, he didn't dodge the oncoming arrows, cut them down with his sword, and rode his horse directly into the enemy's ranks, his white clothes were covered with blood within a moment.

This battle, Murong Chong won extremely smoothly.

The Qin army was defeated and fled. Murong Chong pursued the victory and continued to march towards Chang'an.

After receiving the news, Fu Jian could only hastily send his fifth son Fu Lin to intercept Murong Chong on Bashang.

But the morale of the Yan army was high at this time, and they continued to defeat the Qin army bravely. This time, even Fu Lin was beheaded and killed on the battlefield, and Fu Jian once again tasted the pain of losing his son.

But Qin Jun was unable to continue to intercept, he could only lose his family and territory.

In this way, Murong Chong continued to advance with the army and reached Afang City.

It is heard that Murong Chong is stationed at Efang, and there is a danger of attacking Chang'an at any time.

This made Fu Jian sleepless, always worried that someone would report to him that the Xianbei thief had come to Chang'an.

The team fought two battles in a row. Although the losses were not large, they still needed a good rest, so Murong Chong decided to stay here for a while.

After this stop, one person was picked up.

Xian'a sat in the carriage, opened the curtain to look outside from time to time, it was no longer as prosperous as before, and it was rare to see even a few pedestrians along the way.

"How far are we?" Xian'a asked.

"It's almost here, and it will be there in half a day." Ping Liu, who was driving the carriage outside, replied.

Xian'a's heart suddenly became tense. She and Murong Chong hadn't seen each other for almost a year, and she had sent people out to inquire about him most of the time.

And the only two letters he sent were picked up and read by her from time to time. Although there were only a few sentences, she could always read them for a long time.

When we were separated, I hoped that this war would end soon so that they could get together sooner, but it was obvious that we would meet soon, but I was as nervous as when I was not married.

Xian Ah was looking forward to, waiting, but the last half day seemed as long as the past year.

Finally, after long anticipation, the sun had set halfway behind the mountain, and their carriage had arrived at the gate of the city.

The soldiers guarding the city got the letter, checked their customs clearance letters, and let them go.

The carriage drove to the gate of a house and stopped.

From the moment Xian'a entered the city gate, she became even more nervous. She twisted the veil in her hands, and she didn't dare to poke her head out to look outside.

Sensing the carriage stopped, she asked nervously, "Are we there yet?"

"Here, come down." A voice replied.

She was very familiar with this voice, so familiar that even if she heard it again after a year, she could still recognize who the owner of that voice was, so familiar that even if she heard it again after a year, she still didn't feel a little strange.

But she froze there and didn't dare to move.

Xu Shi outside saw that she was not moving, so they got into the carriage and opened the curtain.

When Murong Chong lifted the curtain of the car, he saw the girl sitting in the car. Although her expression was a little dazed, she was still exactly the same as he remembered, without any change.

He smiled, concealed the nervousness in his eyes just now, and stretched out his hand to her: "Get out of the car, I'll ask someone to prepare your favorite meal, after driving for so long, are you tired?"

Xian'a finally regained her mind, seeing Murong Chong's familiar smile, most of the tension in her heart dissipated, she put her hand in his palm, and replied softly: "Okay."