Chapter 744 The war in Hutou City is in full swing, and Xu Fengnian is single and trapped in the battle
Two hundred Qie Xue cavalry guards a young man and woman. The man was wearing a light yellow python suit and was born with a rough appearance, but he seemed to have a sick look and had a pale face. He sat on the back of a sweaty and bloody horse, bent down slightly, looking restrained. However, the graceful and generous woman beside him seemed to be more adapted to the atmosphere on the battlefield than his own man. She always squinted her eyes and looked at the head of the city, occasionally retracted her gaze and looked at the figure that was constantly breaking the formation and getting closer and closer, revealing a deep and gloomy aura. The Chess and Sword Yuefu where she was, except for Taiping Ling, who was still the imperial teacher, Hong Jingyan fought at Hulukou, and the other major lyrics and bronze masters were unknown where to end. The Great Yuefu was killed in battle, and the sword energy was close to Huang Qing, and he was also dead. Therefore, as the name of the two-character chess and swords, Yuefu, she won the title of “Han Gu”, and the Crown Princess of Beimang, who has always been considered to be graceful, almost forced her man to rush here. She hopes to see with her own eyes the culprit who can make half of her sect collapse.
Prince Yelu Hongcai of Beimang whispered: “King of the South Courtyard, that guy is still coming to break the formation. Should we retreat a little later?”
Dong Zhuo laughed and said nothing. Fatty Dong’s wife, the Fifth Fox, frowned. I heard from the woman in my family who always competed for the title of a big wife with me. Yelu Hongcai seemed to be scared when he was a child, but now he looks 70 to 80% similar to the late emperor, but he really lacks his courage and even makes him dizzy. Every time he follows the Queen’s Majesty, he can only rely on the prey captured by his personal guard, Qie Xue, to get through. The fifth fox was quickly relieved. If Yelu Hongcai was as talented as his father, he would have died early like many dragon sons and grandsons with the surname Yelu.
Yelu Hongcai probably realized that his proposal was a bit unpredictable, so he quickly found a step for himself and said calmly: “King of the South Court, aren’t we going to wait for the God of Military Affairs? The deeper the King of Beiliang’s attack, the greater the effort it consumes. If our position is too far ahead, the Xu’s surname would have to hit a wall immediately and return to the time when Xu suffered, but he hurried in Hutou City and couldn’t come out. Wouldn’t it be a big deal for the King of Nanyuan?”
Dong Zhuo finally turned his head slowly, faced the burly man with the most honorable identity of Beimang, and smiled and said: “Your Highness the Prince said very well. Those who are well versed in military tactics to lure the enemy into deep, so just do what Your Highness said. Retreat five hundred steps, how about it?”
Yelu Hongcai said softly: “Will eight hundred steps be safer?”
Dong Zhuo laughed and said, “Your Highness will do whatever you say.”
The Dong family’s personal army and the prince’s Qinxue Iron Guard began to retreat, and the top masters who concealed their aura and the bed crossbow formation also moved. Yelu Hongcai immediately smiled and even his waist subconsciously stood up a little. He didn’t know whether the prince, who was like a puppet in the Beimang royal court, was glad that he had escaped from danger or enjoyed the great sense of accomplishment brought by Fatty Dong. Yelu Hongcai turned around, just about to be energeticHe was whipping the horse, and suddenly heard Dong Zhuo coughing a few times beside him. His Royal Highness, inexplicably, stared at the king of the South Court, with a puzzled look on his face. Fatty Dong quietly left his chin, and Yelu Hongcai realized that his wife was still standing there and had no intention of retreating with him. The Prince of Beimang, who had almost no deeds in the Liyang court and country, sighed softly, signaled his subordinate Qixue Tiewei to continue moving forward, turn his horse’s head alone, and after coming to her, she asked softly: “What’s wrong?”
She picked up the horse whip, pointed to the other side of Hutou City, and said coldly: “On that battlefield, I have tens of thousands of big mulberry men who are walking forward to death.”
Yelu Hongcai reached out and rubbed his chin, nodded and said: “Yes, Beiliang does dare to fight, but I, a prairie, have never been afraid of death.”
She slowly turned her head and looked at the man who had been sleeping in the same bed but had a strange dream for many years. Her eyes were filled with the complex meaning of anger and griefing for his misfortune. At the same time, her long autumn eyes seemed to be asking this man who was the future owner of the grassland: The grassland boy is not afraid of death, and even the King of Beiliang dares to fall into battle in person. Then what about you, Yelu Hongcai?