Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The shame can only be washed away with blood, and the face of King Yuezhi, whose rationality is gradually collapsing, becomes more and more calm, and then a high-pitched and resonant voice resounds in Longcheng.

"My Yuezhi and the Xiongnu are immortal!!!"

"..."

The Xiongnu Shanyu, who had resigned to her fate, didn't care about the boring threat. She walked up to the convoy and watched the expressionless Yuji resting on the carriage, holding the dark red sword blade in her palm, and the blood red marks were solidified on her cheeks. Like a mysterious fairy.

The assassin of Guoshang saluted for the second time and also stepped into the spacious carriage that belonged to Shanyu alone, without any intention of saving some face for Maodun.

The old man Kunxie glared at Maodun with a gloomy expression, and boarded the carriage without saying a word.

"How can I make a snake skin?"

Sitting on the side of the carriage, the sun shines on his face, completely dispelling the despair from the heart of Mao Dun.

The combat power of the armies of various countries is generally stronger than that of the foreign tribes. The most powerful foreign tribe is the Yue clan, both of whom are the fathers of the Huns. She can't finish killing all the way. Communicate with her.

There is no way out, only a fight to the death.

Mao suddenly said weakly: "Brother, are you really helpless?"

"It's gone. I have nothing to do. I have nothing to do. Little classmate, come on, believe that dreams will create miracles." Yan Ce said lazily: "Don't be afraid of any difficulties, just face them with a smile. it."

Facing you Pippi shrimp!It's not you who is facing the fear, now it's me who doesn't love mother or uncle and doesn't care.

Mao Dun thought with tears streaming down his face.

"Brother, you have too much confidence in the Huns!"

"Confidence?" Yan Ce nodded earnestly and said, "I have always regarded the Huns as the number one enemy of Qin, not one of them."

The boy's trusting smile seemed contagious, and he patted her on the shoulder with his hand.

"Modun, you must work hard——"

I was moved for no more than five seconds, and the second half of the sentence completely threw the sparks of hope into the Amazon waterfall to take a bath.

"Don't come back alive."

MMP, Yan Ce's mouth, a bluffing ghost!

Mouton: "..."

Now she wants to tie Yan Ce to ask for peace, but if Shan Yu is about to reach out, there is a [-]% chance that she will be kicked by the thirteen top assassins in the car. temperature.

Hope can only be born in despair. King Yueshi has lost so many generals, so he must destroy the Xiongnu's authority, but there are Donghu people between Yueshi and Xiongnu. It's enough to rave about for a while.

"The Yue clan can fight a dozen, but will the Yan army choose to go straight in?"

The difficulty of hell that drives her crazy, even if she is a military genius, it is impossible to come up with any effective plan to win.

Ignoring Yan Ce, who was covered in pits, she turned her bow and looked back. The relatives around her were depressed, and without hesitation, she shot a Mingdi arrow into Kunxie who was in the car next door, and howled.

"Modun, dare you!"

In an instant, all the relatives drew their bows and set up arrows to make up for Kunxie's carriage with a thousand arrows all fired without flash.

"what!!!"

"Now, it's comfortable."

After the words fell, the Hun girl sat back on her horse and drove the carriage, completely ignoring the fleeting fight. She had no other choice. Inconsistent government orders are a taboo in war. There is still struggle in unity, and there is no chance of civil strife. up.

Xiao Shanyu, the Xiongnu who entered the strategic deployment mode, was decisive in killing one horse. Even though Yan Ce targeted everywhere, his will did not give in in the true sense.

"As expected of you."

"Brother, stop teasing me, is it interesting?"

"I have good news for you, do you want to listen?"

"Brother, please speak."

"Yanxuan will not use the only army on hand, and the number of Yuezhi who can cross Donghu will not be too exaggerated."

"why?"

"you guess."

"..."

at the same time.

The distant royal court.

Sitting in the flower garden drinking tea, Ying Zheng opened his oppressive eyes and looked at the horizon.

Under the distant sky, the lingering sound of Tangtang Weishui echoed in her ears, she raised her neck and drank it all in one gulp.

The news of the war in the northern grasslands has not been heard yet, and the rumors of the chaos in the court followed one after another, but they did not reach her ears in a fair manner.

The emperor frowned and sighed.

Sure enough, he was a little uneasy, even though his trust in Yan Ce was so high that even Fusu was surprised, the worry he should have had not diminished.

She put down her cup and said: "You go to Yan Country and take care of that child for me."

"……promise."