Nightfall Chapter 85: Xiayangzhou (middle)

Just a little bit of annoyance, Tang Jun quickly recovered his calm, the formation of the camp, the erection of the stakes, the formation gradually formed, from the generals to the soldiers, it is clear that the reason why the Daomen coalition came out of the city was for Cooperate with the defense, not if they had the courage to attack while Tang Jun was not firmly established.

Tang Jun is still confident, but his vigilance has not diminished a bit. Military reports came from Yangzhou City. The Xiling Temple added many priests to the coalition forces. The Tianshu masters in the Tang Army and the formation division, in On the battlefield, this priest's magic can be offset, but who can stop Hengmu Liren?

The young and legendary Xiling priest has healed from his injuries a few days ago. A super power like him is already capable of determining the outcome of a war-if no one can stop it. He, he can, with the cooperation of the Xiling Temple Cavalry, clean up the practitioners in the Tang army one by one. As long as the formation division and talisman are killed, the Temple Cavalry will cover up and attack, how can the Tang army be against?

Today, the Tang army suppressed the territory, and the lords of the clan and the generals of the Southern Jin Dynasty on the Yangzhou city wall were still so calm, and the marching formations were also very organized. Obviously, they also knew very well that as long as there were people standing on the side, the coalition army would stand. In an invincible place, Yangzhou will never fall, so what should I worry about?

In front of the camp of the Tang Camp, dozens of them rode on the meadow and looked at the direction of Yangzhou City. In fact, the generals were all looking at Ning Que. It seems that the key to this war lies between him and Hengmu. The outcome.

No one believes that Ning Que can kill Hengmu Liren, even though he is Mr. Thirteen of the Academy, he has an unimaginable lofty status in the minds of Tang Guojun. But that person is Hengmu Liren, the son of Haotian.

People only hope that Ning Que can defeat or even hold Hengmu Liren. Before the Tang Jun cavalry determined the victory, the crosswood was not allowed to affect the specific trend on the battlefield.

Ning Que didn’t seem to notice people’s eyes, and looked at Yangzhou City quietly, at the fields outside the city, at the official roads between the fields, the green trees on both sides of the road—or Hengmu Liren didn’t want to The corpses of the Protestant believers who were executed in the Xiling Temple and the young people who were eager to the Tang Dynasty were not hung in this field because of the impact of the view. It was only because of the war and the elimination. The farmer didn't have the mood to farm, so the field was gone.

There are no young crops in front of Yangzhou City, only weeds and wildflowers. It is late spring or early summer. Ning Que can't remember. Looking at the flowers in the light smoke, he feels the wild prosperity. Suddenly remembered a sentence.

"The fireworks will go down to Yangzhou in March." He whispered.

Song Qian and others were seriously injured by Hengmu Liren. No matter how much medicine they took, they couldn’t stand up so quickly. They were left in Qingxia to recuperate. The only student in the college who followed Ning Que to the battlefield today was Wang Chi. one person.

Wang Chi shook his head and said, "The blooming season is already May."

Ning Que remembered when he left Chang'an City. It seems that the snow is falling, time is going too fast, I can’t help feeling a little, saying: "How can I have the energy to remember these things."

Time is the most important thing. But he went north to the wasteland and south to Qinghe. To kill a lot of people who are difficult to kill, and to do a lot of things that are difficult to make decisions. Those, it seems, really are more important than time.

"Brother Eleven, I'll be one step ahead." Ning Que said to Wang Chi.

Wang Chi looked at him with some worry, and said, "If you don't succeed, don't be aggressive."

Ning Que smiled and lifted the reins lightly. The **** horse slowly lifted its hoofs and walked on the fertile field. Weeds were bent and the wild flowers shattered and headed towards Yangzhou City.

A ride to the city of Yangzhou, attracted dozens of sparse feather arrows.

The **** horse looked at the enemies on the city wall with a very meaningless expression, probably felt very meaningless, Ning Que did not avoid it, watching the arrows fall on the field ahead.

Someone looked at Shenjun's dark horse, looked at the man in the black uniform on the horseback, and finally remembered the descriptions in the rumor, and suddenly panicked and shouted loudly.

"Ning Que!"

"Mr. Thirteen!"

"The Academy is here!"

Recognizing Ning Que, there was a commotion at the head of Yangzhou City. There were people shaking everywhere, and the sound of heavy shields moving almost deafened people's ears. The proudly red-clothed priests turned extremely pale in an instant, waving their arms, and screaming: "Quick News and God Seat!"

Bai Haixin died in Qingxia a few years ago. The general who now serves as the head coach of the Southern Jin Dynasty is his wife and brother Dong Wei. Dong Wei, who is extremely calm and confident in front of his subordinates, has already hidden in the third floor. Behind the shield, looking at the iron bow on Ning Que's shoulder under the city wall, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice trembled extremely loudly: "Mr. Thirteen wait a minute! Lord God will come soon!"

The whole world knows that Ning Que is powerful and terrifying, just like the Tang people worry about the power of Hengmu Liren, Ning Que’s name also has a certain terrifying deterrent to Tang’s enemies, now fortunately that iron bow Quietly resting on his shoulders, otherwise Dong Wei and the priests in red would not dare to shout at all.

Even if you can shout, it is not shouting for war, but saying that Lord God will come soon. Wait a minute. For the people of the world, there are no gods like Ning Que and Hengmu. Any difference, since today is destined to be staged in a fight between gods, then why these little ghosts should kill themselves?

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The news of Ning Que's arrival in Yangzhou City reached the ears of Hengmu Liren in the city in the shortest possible time. A sincere smile appeared on his innocent face, and he said with some relief: "It's finally here." /

A priest whispered the latest military information received by the bank, the news that Xiling Temple had just received the ruin of the Golden Tent Palace, and the scene of Ning Que's sealing off Wanqi in Weicheng. He came out, and then with a trembling voice, sincerely and humbly asked the Lord of God not to underestimate the enemy.

Hengmu Liren laughed, looking naive, cruel and satisfied, and muttered: "How strong is he? He is just a mortal after all, but I am the true son of God."

Yes, he believes that he is the real son of Xiling. Long Qing is not qualified to be compared with himself, if it is not for Long Qing's silence. He was about to turn this title into the only existence.

"Ning Que, I will come to meet you outside the city."

Hengmu Liren looked at the north and said slowly. Some childish voices condensed into bunches, stirring up the veil in front of them, breaking through the air and flying over more than ten miles, blasting like spring thunder over the fields outside the city.

Boom!

Many soldiers in Yangzhou City were almost fainted by the thunder. They finally managed to hold on to their bodies and did not fall down. After they woke up, they showed a cheerful expression.

A word of Lord God seat at will, it is like Steinwei. The realm has long been beyond the realm of the human world. No matter how powerful is the Thirteenth Academy under the city, how can it be the opponent of Lord God?

Ning Que lowered his head slightly, looking at the wild flowers in the field, with a calm expression, the **** horse lowered his head and chewed a wild flower. Feeling that it tastes bad, he vomited it out, as if he hadn't heard the string of spring thunder at all.

"Come to see me outside the city?"

He looked up at Yangzhou City and said, "I am the master of this house. I will see you wherever I want."

I didn't deliberately bless with awe-inspiring spirit, just just saying it normally. Naturally, he would not be as powerful as Hengmu Liren's words, but he knew that Hengmu Liren should be able to hear it.

After saying this, he took a handful of **** from his arms and stuffed them into the mouth of the **** horse.

The big dark horse dare not disobey. With a bitter face, he chewed and swallowed it into his abdomen as quickly as possible. Then he quickly lowered his head and chewed on the dewy grass, so that he was not damaged by the smell.

The pills are all Wang Chi's pills, which are very effective, but the taste is really not good.

Ning Que also fed himself a handful. Looking at the black and crushed Xiling Temple Cavalry and Southern Jin Cavalry under Yangzhou City, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked the mane between the neck of the **** horse, and said: "You were born in the Southern Zhenzhen Army. I left the military ranch after being picked by me outside the college. No matter how you look at it, you should be regarded as a war horse."

The big dark horse first gave a slight point to agree.

He said: "I have been to many places with you and fought many enemies, but in fact, we have never been on a real battlefield. I am a cavalry and you are a war horse. Don't you feel sorry?" /

The **** horse wanted to say that he didn't regret it, but he didn't dare, and feeling the effects of the pills gradually radiating in his body, it felt that its blood was heating up and wanted to sprint wildly.

This is the feeling of blood?

It remembered the last time I had this feeling and impulse, when it was many years ago when I saw that sassy, ​​cheap and beautiful big white mare in the left tent of the wasteland racing competition many years ago... …

The big dark horse's nose became thick and anxious, and he kept spraying hot breath.

Ning Que lowered the iron bow and drew it to the full moon at will, aiming in the direction of Yangzhou City.

There were countless pairs of eyes watching him even the smallest movements under the city, and at least half of the eyes probably kept falling on his shoulders, on the dark iron bow.

When he pulled the iron bow and aimed at Yangzhou City, it caused a commotion and countless panic shouts.

The valve masters and the coalition generals have the deepest understanding of the horror of the Yuan Shisanjian, the deepest vigilance, and the tightest stare, so their reaction is also the fastest. They can only hear countless sounds, countless sounds. People hugged their heads and squatted down in an embarrassing manner, looking at the weeds that seemed to be blown down by the gust of wind, the grass was naturally not strong.

Those cavalrymen in front of the city gate were only pointed at by arrows, but felt that they had begun to fall into the abyss of death. Some were flogging their mounts desperately, while others were desperate and forgot to move and let the mounts drag. As I avoided it, it was only a short time that a large area was vacated.

The space between Ning Que's arrow and Yangzhou's gate is empty, with nothing to hide.

He loosened the bowstring, and instead of using Yuan thirteen arrows, he used an ordinary feather arrow.

With a swish, the feather arrow landed on the gate of Yangcheng Prefecture that was newly built for less than two years. The gate was extremely thick, and the sharp cluster of arrows carried the arrow into half a foot, but it still couldn't be shot through.

The castration seems to be over, the feather arrow no longer moves forward, it vibrates violently, and the tail of the arrow rubs against the air at high speed, bringing out a dull and heart-palpitating buzzing sound...

The feather arrow pierced deeply into the thick city gate. With this extremely terrifying vibration, the place where it touched began to soften, and a very fine crack appeared in the next moment.

As soon as the feather arrow fell on the city gate, Ning Que moved.

A arrogant neigh, tearing through the peaceful sky outside Yangzhou!

No one stood on the **** horse. With its head down, its rear hoofs slammed heavily on the ground, and the soft field was kicked by it, causing two exaggerated mud rains and a large swath of smoke!

Mud rain and smoke rose one after another, covering the eyes of Tang Jun from the rear, fascinated by their sight. When the smoke gradually gathered, they looked at the field again and found that the big dark horse had reached a hundred feet away!

In an instant, what a terrifying speed! Looking at the straight smoke and dust in the fields, watching the big dark horse dashing forward like lightning, everything is quiet!

The city of Yangzhou is near.

The cavalry commander of the famous Xiling Temple gave a violent shout, holding a rune knife, trying to intercept.

Ning Que didn't even look at him, nor did the **** horse look at him.

The violent drink turned into a miserable howl in an instant. The cavalry commander was blasted into the sky, blood gushing out from between his neck and the depth of his armor, and it rained on him.

Yangzhou City is closer.

A Southern Jin swordsman drew his sword and wanted to attack. Although he was not a disciple of the sword pavilion, he also learned some sword pavilion, and he paid attention to a foot in front of him, so he held the sword tightly.

He wanted to pass the sword out at the strongest moment.

The **** horse slammed into his body.

The Southern Jin swordsman did not have time to produce his sword, because the **** horse came too fast, so fast that it exceeded his imagination and all calculations, and even countless times faster than his sword.

A foot in front of you?

As soon as his sword was unsheathed, it was knocked back by the **** horse! With a sneer, the blood surged, and the body of the Southern Jin sword master was severed from it, but he was cut in the waist by his own sword!

With the violent smoke and dust, the **** horse rushed into one hundred thousand cavalry.

It's so unhesitating, righteous and fearless.

Because its blood is hot.

Of course, if it didn't take those medicines, or it really couldn't do so decisively.

The smoke is straight, and black lightning illuminates the entire field.

Before that straight line, countless figures were shaken into the sky.

Broken and collapsed, the hard armor was deflated.

Boom boom boom boom, the sharp sword snapped.

Yangzhou is really near.

The coalition cavalry finally organized an effective defensive formation, with several spears facing diagonally forward, sharp and poisonous spear tips, glowing with chilling luster in the sun.

Ning Que stared at the violently shaking feather arrow on the city gate and said, "Get up."

The **** horse leaped into the air with a clear hiss!

Time seems to stop at this moment.

On the horseback, Ning Que punched in the air and hit the tail of the feather arrow.

In an instant, numerous cracks appeared on the thick city gate, as dense as a spider web.

Ticket ticking, the city gate collapsed.

The **** horse falls, even lighter than a swallow.

Several horrible spears have been left behind.

It did not slow down, and continued forward like a black ghost.

Yangzhou, come in.

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(I wrote four thousand words for a whole day today. I almost vomited when I wrote it. Mom was shocked when I heard my retching sound and thought I was wrong... Actually, my body is really fine, completely It’s a mental problem. Is my writing so bad that I feel like vomiting while I’m writing? I really want to swear. I thought that today I should write about life and family relationships with Hengmu, then. Leave it to tomorrow to write, I hope I can write more tomorrow, anyway, I am talking about the recovery today, the outbreak tomorrow... If the outbreak cannot happen tomorrow, well, I will tell you who the culprit is tomorrow.)