Armies clash, and the smoke signals rise.
Born in troubled times, if there is no lover, then a short life will be too lonely, and if it is not passionate enough, then such a life will be too cold.
Soon after, Langji City’s Tiejun army clashed with the Tong army of the Great Qin. Feng Qin became the eagle on Jun Xu’s arm, a sharp knife.
His plain white clothes and white horse stood out among the heavy iron armour. Wherever he went, bright red blood would bloom brightly on the battlefield. Feng Qin wore no armour, and his silver spear danced like a thousand blossoming pear blossoms. Jun Xu stood on the city wall, and from time to time he would look distracted. The young man wore no armour, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, his black hair flying about. His slender eyes were full of compassion, but the silver spear in his hand was fast, accurate, and merciless, never missing its target.
Can a murderer feel sorrow? Yes, a murderer can feel sorrow.
Humans are always animals that defy logic.
Who is like her? Who will make her feel close?
Nimble with the arrow, the bow drawn, Jun Xu stood on the city wall with eyes like knives, a red robe flapping like fire. The arrow with the barbed tip gleamed with a cold light, staring coldly at the white figure’s back.
History always repeats itself in surprising ways.
Feng Qin in the enemy ranks suddenly turned his head, and just stood there, dumbfounded. Jun Xu narrowed his eyes, and with a flick of his finger, the white arrow whizzed past Feng Qin’s cheek, and sank into the iron armour of the Tong family archer behind him, piercing his heart.
On the city wall, Lin Shuanghu, the leader of the Flying Tiger Army, danced around, exclaiming
‘Commander Feng! What are you doing?!”
Before he could finish, Junxu had already pulled on the rope and slid down the city wall. Fire fell from the sky, stunning the countless soldiers fighting. After a few falls, Junxu arrived at Feng Qin’s side just in time. She stretched out her arm, turned her body, and shielded him with her back. She took a step back, and the cold blade flashed past Junxu’s shoulder
Jun Xu curled the corner of her mouth. Up to this point, she had been very happy. Feng Qin was shocked, and rushed to Jun Xu’s side. The few remaining people from the Yan Yun eighteen surrounded them. Jun Xu smiled and said lazily
‘For the time being, we’re safe.’
Feng Qin didn’t answer, and fumbled to look at her wound. Jun Xu, however, pressed his hand down and cupped his face
‘Do you want to die?‘
Feng Qin was shocked and lost in Jun Xu’s soft gaze.
’If you want to, I won’t stop you, but I will die before you.”
His hands trembled. Jun Xu kissed Feng Qin’s lips fiercely. The sound of killing was deafening all around them, and they were all blocked by the swords of the Yan Yun eighteen. At this moment, this game was exciting and wonderful, and unforgettable for a lifetime.
The face of Chang Su, Marquis of Wuyang, was as hard as ice, cracked with a seam. The generals on the city wall all looked at the corner of the military governor’s mouth, which was twitching, with embarrassed expressions. Lin Shuanghu stared in disbelief at the red and white colours of the two people in the iron armour on the battlefield, who were kissing passionately. She was almost choked by her own saliva and gasped for breath. Then she yelled from the parapet
“Sisters! We will guard the commander to the death!’
The crowd shouted in unison, and disappeared like a puff of smoke. As soon as the city gates opened, they swarmed out of the city, and the Tong army on the opposite side was obviously taken aback. Marquis Wuyang’s face was set, but his eyes slowly filled with a smile, and he finally couldn’t help but laugh out loud
The battle has been going on for half a year. Under the commander-in-chief, there are many talented people. For a while, this lame army, which has repeatedly suffered defeats, began to openly challenge the Tong Family Army of the Great Qin. However, sometimes, this army is too ridiculous. Just to avoid the anger of the military monitor, they took the opportunity to leave the city and have a go at each other. This kind of thing, this kind of person, can only happen under her Pingyang Marquis.
Chang Su gazed intently. That woman was kissing her lover on the battlefield without a care in the world. Most people would be heartbroken and furious when cornered, but not her. She was uncharacteristically carefree and playing the world at her fingertips.
If everything is a game, why not just enjoy the excitement?
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This battle was a complete victory.
Of course, the Tong army lost in a way that was a bit baffling, and Lang Jijun, who cares how it happened, as long as they won.
Chang Su, Marquis of Wuyang, looked at Jun Xu below the city, tightly holding Feng Qin’s hand, and a group of generals and soldiers neatly lined up, raising their spears in a neat line and shouting three times at the defeated Tong army. The sunlight shone on the bright smiling faces of all kinds, making people feel excited. Chang Su waved his long sleeve and scolded with a smile
“A bunch of rascals!!’