Chang Lanhu, the Eighth Prince and others were shocked, thinking that such a small child should not be killed by falling to death...

But when he looked down the city tower, he had not yet understood it. A black shadow flashed in front of him. With a "swoosh", Xiao Liang jumped up by himself. His light skills reached several feet above the city tower. Tianzun and Yin Hou raised their eyebrows slightly to praise - this child is so talented!

Xiao Liang stopped doing it and jumped on the railing, "Lin Yehuo, Lin Turkey, you dare to plot against me! You are the second-strongest defeated general of the Zhao family army, the deputy of my master."

Lin Yehuo was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat Xiao Liang's butt.

Xiao Sizi pulled Xiao Liang's hem, "Little Liangzi is not good for this."

Xiao Liang immediately became quiet and approached Xiao Sizi, "Jin'er, are you thirsty? Should I buy you some drinks? Sour plum soup or pear soup?"

"No thirst." Xiao Sizi pointed to her side, "Stand and don't move, and there is still something bad about Xiao Linzi."

"Okay!" Xiao Liang stood beside Xiao Sizi obediently. He was a little wolf cub just now, but now he looked like a quail.

Everyone looked at each other - this is considered a thing to be something? Xiao Liang is worthy of being the son of the wolf king. No one can control him normally, but he has no principles at all, just like the little son saying anything, he has no principles.

Fang Wu and Hu Yantuo are still fighting below.

Ouyang reached not far away, grabbed the reins of the yellow horse and raised his hand.

The three thousand cavalrymen stopped behind him, and they were neat.

The people on the city were gathering more and more, and they were stunned at the neatly lined up cavalry - these were the soldiers and horses for war! The ones at the city gate were simply not on the same level as these.

Zou Liang pulled the reins and took a few steps forward, raised his hand to take the military flag handed over by the flag-holder behind him, and suddenly threw it at the two people who were fighting on the battlefield...

Only a gust of wind broke through the air...

The two Yuan general saw something flying over in the slant, and was stunned... the weapon in his hand was hit by something...

After the "date" sound, two weapons landed on the ground, and a big flag was inserted between them, that is, the middle of the battlefield... Then, one by one...

I saw the military flag blown up by the wind and spread out... Nine golden dragons appeared on the black military flag, and the character Zhao was the big one. This flag alone made the soldiers on both sides feel a little weak - Zhao Pu's men!

Ouyang Shaozheng took the horse forward a few steps and gently pulled the reins.

Huang Piaoma sniffed two times and kicked the ground with his hooves. He seemed to have a similar temper as a black owl, but he was not very good.

Ouyang looked around and curled his lips, reached out and called out to Mrs. Yan's military camp, "All the ladies are going home to weave cloth, who told you to come out to fight?"

Hu Yanqiao's mouth twitched straight.

Ouyang looked at the other side without waiting for her to speak back.

Seeing Fang Ba sitting on the horse in armor.

Ouyang was so sad that he held a stick in one hand and leaned against the yellow horse's neck with the other, looking at Fang Ba, "The old man is still alive? I cherish his life when he is still alive. It's not easy to live until he is 80 years old. Taking your kids back to Qinhuai to drink tea and catch chess with the sister of Kiln is better than embarrassing here. Is there another one for my son? Is there any trick? Is there any help from you?"

...

After Ouyang finished speaking, the scene was silent.

Zou Liang held his forehead behind him.

After a long time, Bao Yan spoke, "The rogue cursed the street..."

Bao Fu also nodded, "Yes, what a hooligan!"

Xiao Liang jumped around, "Well said!"

Lin Yehuo stepped on him to the ground with one kick.

The Eighth Prince covered the little fourth son's ears, but he had no choice but to fight... His ninth brother's army was very powerful, but there were too many strange things.

So, the people who came to join in the fun in the city came to a conclusion. It turned out that the vanguard of the Song Dynasty, the Huo Qilin Ouyang Shaozheng, was a big gangster who was full of nonsense! This was so shameless!

Look at Fang Ba and Hu Yanqiao again... their faces turned red, white, green, and green.

Ouyang grinned and laughed, "These are all said by the marshal! It has nothing to do with me."

...

"Ah snee..."

On the official road not far away, Zhao Pu, who was riding a black owl and running towards Kaifeng with Gongsun Kuang, suddenly sneezed. Behind him were 50,000 elite soldiers, marching here neatly.

Originally, he ran very well, but Hei Xiao was so fast. Xiao Wu who was following him could hardly catch up, but Zhao Pu sneezes three times in a row.

Hei Xiao looked back at him, and that meant that - even if you are sick, you have to fight!

Gongsun hugged Zhao Pu's waist. He was quite awkward at first, but the black owl ran too fast. If he didn't hug him tightly, he would definitely fall down.

"You're cold?" Gongsun asked Zhao Pu who rubbed his nose.

"Bad fart." Zhao Pu curled his lips, "I might as well say Ouyang sprayed some feces and put my forehead on."

Gongsun frowned, "Don't swear!"
Chapter completed!