The snow is getting thicker and thicker. It is still falling, and soon it turns into heavy snow, dancing with the wind, and the sky and the earth are turning into a vast white patch, like a sharp sword, covering the sky and the earth, gradually becoming hazy, not bright, and there is no light.

Qin Keqing looked at Gu Qingci's back, and the Wuqi sword in his hand suddenly shaking, and then a white light appeared, flew into Qin Keqing's hand, buzzing and vibrating constantly, but Qin Keqing held it and stood in the snow without moving.

Feeling the movement of Wugui Sword, Qin Keqing suddenly smiled. At that moment, in the vast snow, ten miles of peach blossoms seemed to bloom in ten miles of snow. The spring breeze came early. She stroked Wugui Sword and said softly: "Wugui, in fact, I am happy myself. You have to remember that he promised me ten miles of peach blossoms..."

...

On the second day, the sky turned white.

“Woo…”

The Beimo army attacked again, and the black army was like a tide, rushing over, wave after wave, and then shattering into bubbles, one after another, followed by wave after another.

The war ignited in an instant. Gu Qingci stood on the city wall, slashed and killed a soldier in the Northern Desert with one sword, and shouted: "I was looking for a title of marquis thousands of miles back then, and I was guarding the border state with a horse. This year, I killed the enemy in the desert until I breathed a sigh of relief!"

At this moment, in the military camp under the city wall, a young man in the brocade robe suddenly raised his head and heard Gu Qingci's voice.

Under the wall of Qilingyi City, there is a wilderness.

For convenience, Gu Qingci directly set up the military camp here. A few days ago, Ma Zhibai cut off his arm to save his servant. After being injured, he was arranged by Gu Qingci to recuperate in the military camp. In the past few days, the two have never met again, because the Beimo attacked the city and never stopped, and Gu Qingci was almost always on the city wall.

However, Ma Zhibai was very impressed by Gu Qingci. Even though he had only seen him once, he was still very familiar with Gu Qingci's voice. When he heard Gu Qingci's voice in the tent, he immediately knew it.

"I searched for a title of marquis for thousands of miles and guarded the border state. This year I killed the enemy until I breathed a sigh!" Ma Zhibai gently recited the lyrics that Gu Qingci had just read, sighed, and said, "Well, I killed the enemy this year until I breathed a sigh. This is the true nature of a man, and this is the real scholar!"

Ma Zhibai suddenly had a look of his eyes, picked up the sword from the edge of the bed, and stood up slowly. His left hand still couldn't move, but it did not prevent him from holding the sword in his right hand.

Sancai, who was lying on the bed, suddenly woke up and said hurriedly: "Young Master, what are you doing? You are not going to follow Lord Gu to kill the enemy, right?"

Ma Zhibai looked at Sancai and said, "Isn't that possible?"

"no,"

Sancai didn't say anything, and Dong Zhi, who happened to come in from outside the camp, suddenly shouted loudly: "Young master, you have no eyes on the sword. What if you are injured, you don't know any martial arts at all. You can't go to the battlefield!"

Ma Zhibai shook his head and said, "Uncle Dong, are the thousands of soldiers in Changling County all warriors? Why can't I go there?"

"Different," Dong Zhi said: "They are all cheap lives. How can they compare with you, Gongzi, let alone..."

"Stop it," Ma Zhibai suddenly said angrily: "Uncle Dong, don't say this again in the future. Why are they cheap lives? Why are my Ma Zhibai's life more expensive than them? They are fighting bloody on the battlefield now. They are heroes, but I, Ma Zhibai, are here watching, they are much more expensive than me!"

Dong Zhi knew that he had made a mistake and had to say embarrassedly: "Yes, young master, it's a villain who said it wrong, but no matter what, you can't go. If you have any mistakes, how can I explain to you more, you..."

"Okay," Ma Zhibai interrupted, "Brother Gu is right. Why don't men take Wu Gou and collect 50 states of Guanshan? Now that my family and country are ahead, so what if I am a scholar, isn't I still a seven-foot man?"

Speaking of this, Ma Zhibai suddenly pulled out his long sword and fell on the ground. He waved his hand and said coldly: "If you stop me, I will kill whoever you stop me!"

There was no one in the empty camp tent, and everyone had already gone to the scene. Only Ma Zhibai slowly came out of the camp tent and stepped on the snow, step by step, slowly walking towards the city wall.

...

Countless horses had their legs folded and skulls fell on the ground, countless blood gushed out, and countless people rolled down from the city wall, some were roaring, some were wailing, some were rushing to the battlefield, and some fell down miserably, and they were squeezed together, and the blood penetrated like jam and applied to the snow in the morning light.

The people of Beimo seemed to be fighting to the death today. Although they suffered heavy casualties, they all quickly regrouped, even if they abandoned their horses and charged forward, they were fearless.

On the city wall, Gu Qingci saw a person who surprised him, a scholar with a sword, Ma Zhibai!

Ma Zhibai was still tied with gauze on one arm, but in the other hand, he held a sword. The bloody sword walked to Gu Qingci, smiled at Gu Qingci, and said, "Brother Gu, I'm here."

Gu Qingci said in surprise: "Brother Ma, you..."

Ma Zhibai smiled and said, "I heard that Brother Gu, you wrote a poem, "But let the man in Daxia be there, and you will not teach the Hu horse to cross this mountain." My Ma Zhibai is also a man in Daxia. Now, can you still allow me to retreat?"

Gu Qingci didn't say much nonsense, nodded and said, "Life and death are destined to be rich and noble. Brother Ma, if you and I have the fate to be together, even if you die, you will die side by side. It is also a great blessing to have more friends in life before death!"

"If you don't die and spend this battle, you will definitely use wine as a song with Brother Gu!"

...

Beimo's attack became more and more intense, but the soldiers of Changling County seemed to have stimulated the bloodiness in their bones, using stones, rolling wood, and lime. Many people picked up the swords and guns of the dead soldiers and joined the hand-to-hand combat. Beimo paved a way with his lives and vowed to take down Qiling Post.

Not far away, soldiers from Beimo rushed up with cloud ladders. Some people were still climbing up behind them and fighting fiercely with Xia soldiers. Gu Qingci rushed over with his sword, and screams were heard close at hand.

The enemy and us on the battlefield had too fewer Hulihua, and the most common was the simplest chopping and assassination. However, after fighting, Ma Zhibai realized that many things were beyond his expectations. His strength and speed were simply not comparable to real soldiers, not to mention that he had one hand almost disabled.
Chapter completed!