Quick Time Travel: The Loyal Dog and the Male God Contract Order

Chapter 118 The Queen's Loyal Dog General (Seventeen)

Fu Xin didn't know whether to call this newborn calf not afraid of tigers or what. Anyway, after hearing the spies fabricating the ambush, she suddenly realized that Qiongpo would be the most likely place for the enemy to set up an ambush. This is what she did yesterday. It was discovered during the previous battles in this place that once the army is surrounded there, there is no exit to spread the news, and the enemy can block all the exits.

With a little thought, she could even come up with the enemy's overall plan.

The foreigners might really set up an ambush on Qiongpo and surround Duan Jinming and his troops.

As for why spies were sent to reveal the news, all she could think of was that the foreigners were too ambitious. They wanted to eliminate not only Duan Jinming and his party, but also to attract more Xiliang troops to destroy them together. If they occupy a dangerous geographical position and take the initiative, their chances of winning will be great.

Thinking of this, Fu Xin flicked the whip, and the speed of the horse became faster, galloping towards the direction of the vault like a sharp arrow.

All of this is just her speculation, maybe she thinks too much, but if her prediction is true, then she hopes that she will not go too late, and that she can rush to Duan Jinming's side before the army reaches Qiongpo, so as to transform Passive becomes active.

Calculated according to the normal marching speed of the army, they will arrive at the Qiongpo in the early hours of this night. If they encounter an attack in the dark night, the entire army may be wiped out.

Looking at the sunset on the side of the mountain, Fu Xin's heart was beating wildly. Because the horse was riding too fast, gusts of wind blew past his ears, and there was a whistling momentum. A little scared.

Fu Xin was no exception, she was a human being, not a god, and she could only rely on her unexplained courage to rush to that dangerous place alone.

As the night was getting dark, Fu Xin still made a mistake. She failed to reach Qiongpo, but only went to a forest closest to Qiongpo.

At the end of the day, she was exhausted, her eyelids were fighting, and her throat was extremely dry.

Fu Xin's piercing eyes saw a mountain spring flowing by, so he went up to take a sip to quench his thirst.

The cold spring water soaked into his throat, giving off a little coolness, bringing a bit of refreshment, and Fu Xin felt much more comfortable.

But before she left the mountain spring, she suddenly felt something was wrong in her throat. The coolness didn't seem to come from the spring water, but from the sharp knife in front of her throat.

She didn't dare to move, and clenched her fists inadvertently, thinking in her mind whether she should seize the opportunity to lift her leg and just kick her, or should she prepare a sentence of "a good man has something to say".

In the end, she still adhered to the principle that the enemy does not move and I do not move, holding her breath and concentrating.

Not long after, a surprised voice rang in her ears.

"His Majesty?"

"Duan Jinming?"

Ouch, there is such a coincidence!
Fu Xin was stunned. She stretched out her hand and pushed away the sharp blade in front of her throat with her fingertips. Then she turned her head to look at General Duan, her heart still beating.

When she regained her senses, she couldn't hold back her words: "Duan Jinming, you are haunted in the middle of the night!"

"Aren't you the one who is haunted?"

The corners of Duan Jinming's lips twitched perfunctorily, still showing helplessness.

When did you first realize that His Majesty's IQ was worrying?

He thought about it seriously, but felt he would be beaten for speaking out.

This interesting detail was captured by Fu Xin, and she immediately found it extremely funny.

Duan Jinming, who has lost his loyal minister's skin, is really cute.

Of course, if she knew what Duan Jinming was thinking, she might just want this guy to continue acting as a loyal minister.

Thinking of this, she stretched out her finger, landed on his face, and pushed his perfunctory fake smile down: "Your smile is uglier than crying."

Duan Jinming's forehead was full of black lines: "I didn't cry for you."

He is a man of eight feet, crying?It is impossible in this life.

　Our General Duan is working hard to set the flag, he is a dignified man who is not afraid of being slapped in the face.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)