puff--

As the hand lifted the knife, a head rolled on the ground.

It hit the mud and bounced slightly.

Until the moment the corpse separated, the face remained three points of crazy and seven points of fanatic, bright eyes, full of confidence in Beimo, hatred and disgust for Chen Tang and others. Chen Tang sucked his palm, and the knife that beheaded automatically flew back.

She wiped the blood from the knife with a veil.

Even the extra eyes didn't give him a gift: "The destiny of heaven is the highest, and this sentence "The destiny of heaven is in the north" makes some sense. But Kang State is also in the northwest continent, how can you know that the destiny of heaven is not on Kang State? You are grateful for your blessings, but you still have to accept the head with a smile."

Then, her eyes swept over other prisoners who were scared into quails and praised: "You are so brave, so Gu has always admired loyal and righteous people. He can defend his clan's glory in the face of a life-and-death crisis, and his spiritual behavior is worthy of commendation."

The group of prisoners came back to their senses from panic.

Then he fell into greater despair.

Chen Tang's tone was sarcastic. No matter how he heard, he didn't seem to let them go, it was clearly a murderous intention! Everyone scolded the people just now! If there was a glimmer of hope at the beginning, the northwest countries were not the North Desert prisoners who had accepted allegiance, just to see if the price was enough. After the pig teammates tossed, they were afraid they would not have a chance to survive.

He is strong, loyal and righteous, and has gained a reputation. Other people's life has been cut off! Endless despair is permeated in everyone's hearts.

Kowtow, begging for mercy, swearing...

But there are also people who see the current situation clearly and know that they are doomed.

Since begging for mercy is death, not begging for mercy is death, so why bother to embarrass people? Close your eyes in despair and wait for the death knife to fall between your neck. The farce finally came to an end with a falling gesture of Shen Tang, and his head rolled around the ground.

The heads rolled on the ground along with inertia for a few times.

Some stopped themselves, some clashed with the heads of "neighbors" before stopping. Blood columns gushed out from the necks that were as big as bowls, wetting the ground. The temperature was relatively low this season, and warm blood was sprinkled on the ground, causing a lingering white mist to appear and disappear.

Chen Tang raised the weapon in his hand.

Shocking his arms and shouting—

"The destiny of heaven is in the north, and I am the destiny of heaven!"

The next breath, the schoolyard was drowned out by the sound of tsunamis.

Some soldiers shouted hoarsely in excitement. Chen Tang continued until his voice gradually stopped: "Cucheng Jingguan, this will be the last time, because - there will be no so-called 'Bei Desert' in the future! There is only the 'Beizhou' of Kang State!"

"Beizhou!"

"Beizhou!"

"Beizhou!"

The sounds of waves rising and falling one after another.

Morale surged, and the soldiers could not feel the coldness of the night wind at all. Not only was it not cold, they also began to sweat. It seemed that there was a flame burning inside their bodies, emitting endless heat from the inside out. This restlessness could only be relieved by roaring and shouting at the top of their lungs. Until everyone stopped, the sky still echoed with their response, and its momentum soared into the sky.

Chen Tang didn't even look at the nearly a hundred corpses lying on the ground.

She picked up a large bowl of wine and rushed to the soldiers with a strong and powerful voice: "The fate of Kang State is proof of its national fortune. I wish you all the prosperity of martial arts in this battle and the victory of the flag. The vast sea is far north, and the altar will be set up again!"

It is said that the northern part of the northern desert is covered with ice and snow all year round.

There are strange phenomena in this place, and it is also the end of the world in many mythological stories. Chen Tang's soldiers and horses fought here and built an altar to tell the world that it was self-evident what it means - she not only wanted to win, but also to fight Beimo to completely surrender her!

Instead of using a bewitching and passionate tone to sow the emotions of others, I would put a few words lightly, but it was enough to make people excited. Even if I was a vicious plan like Qi Shan, who was used to the storm and waves, I had to admit one thing - the Lord seemed to be born with the ability to "bewitch people", and a few words made people excited.

It's even more gust than gusting someone.

"Let's go!"

Chen Tang transformed into martial arts armor and rode on a motorcycle.

Although the motorcycle is a snow-white mule, its size has changed drastically with Chen Tang's advancement. In addition, the full pair of silver-white horse armor covers the whole body, it is like a heavy chariot full of silver-white. Chen Tang calmly drove this "chariot" and his iron hooves were elegantly moved. The head on the path shattered, colorful, red and white.

Before the main force of the army set out, the elite soldiers and horses supporting Gongshuwu had quietly left the camp outside the Tuocheng and headed straight to the location of Gongshuwu's soldiers and horses. Gongshuwu is the one who knows the Beimo best among the generals. No matter how the countries in the northwest change, the Gong family has stared at Beimo and has also gained rich experience for this, including but not limited to the living habits, combat methods, regional resources, and military tactics of the various tribes and ethnic groups in the Beimo...

The talent of the generals from Gong's family is not the top, and fighting alone is not their strength - even Gong Shuwu can only be considered middle-aged and superior. However, relying on the experience summary of several generations, Gong's battle with Beimo can always perform well, and there is a rare exception in the case of becoming the commander without prioritizing personal combat power.

Gongshuwu is a generation that connects the past and the future.

If there were no changes in Xin and Geng Kingdoms, he would hold on to Gong before Gong Cheng grew up, and when his nephew had the ability to be independent, he would hand over the burden of Gong's family with his own hands.

Gong Shuwu also knew the responsibilities he shouldered, so he never dared to relax for so many years. Even the childhood enlightenment textbook was a war record with Beimo. The first time he picked up a gun higher than himself, he stabbed the acupuncture wood man with the words Beimo. The growth trajectory is full of content instilled by his elders.

The Gong family was born to fight against the Northern Desert. One day, Gong Shuwu would also sleep on the land where his ancestors had scattered their blood.

Gong Shuwu was educated to face death when he was six years old.

[Death is not scary. The Gong man will only die in the battlefield of the Northern Desert, and our ancestors have come from generation to generation. Death is just to meet them. You will be afraid of strange ghosts, but are you afraid of seeing you as a proud ancestor? They are all there.]

Gong Shuwu suddenly opened his eyes.

At the same time, the merit was over and the inexplicable stirring Dan Mansion was calmed down.

He was just adjusting his state, allowing himself to form a large and large cycle with the energy of heaven and earth. The excitement of the Dan Mansion will naturally affect the law of the energy of heaven and earth. This change is enough to alarm Lu Ji who is not far away. Lu Ji returned from the inspection: "Is there any obstacle?"

It is common to practice qi.

But it usually happens to beginners.

An old-fashioned meat like Gong Shuwu has formed an inertia. Even if it is not deliberately guided, it will follow the established route at a slow speed, and there is basically no possibility of accidents. Once it appears, it means that the warrior himself is in a disordered state of mind.

Lu Ji's concern reminded Gong Shuwu of the accident just now.

But he was not ready to say more: "It's nothing, no problem... I just can't concentrate on my mind and practice outside, and I always want to have something that I don't have. Seeing the sky now, the army is resting. Let's set off, I should be able to catch up with the ambush..."

Gong Shuwu is completely used to his current identity and rarely thinks about the past, let alone the advice of young elders.

It suddenly popped up today—

There was a vague premonition in his heart.

The brave warriors and scholars of Wenxin have strong premonitions. Some of them are good, some of them are bad. The ones in front of Gong Shuwu seem to be not a good sign. He looked as usual and turned over the war horse, raised his hand and flicked it in front of him, turned into a armor, covering his face without any emotional ups and downs.

When you go to the battlefield, you will put life and death aside.

Is the sign of good or not? The battle that should be fought still needs to be fought.

He tightened the reins of the war horse.

He shouted: "Go!"

According to the information of the previous enemy soldier they ambushed, a batch of food and grass will soon arrive at the Beimo camp. The Beimo troops gathered in a hurry, and the food and grass were not fully in place. If this batch of food and grass could be destroyed, it would undoubtedly be a major blow to the morale of the Beimo army.

When Gong Shuwu intercepted the information, he sent a scout to investigate.

The enemy's troops are in line with the rules.

From this we judge that the people who supervise the grain should not be very good - because the resources in Beimo are limited, so naturally there are not many people who can support them. In order to maintain combat power, all ethnic groups in Beimo, both young and old, can go to the battlefield and are very good at "calculated".

The generals who supervise grain have strong strength, and correspondingly, they will be equipped with less troops, and vice versa. Judging from the number of baggage, grain and grass and the number of soldiers, the strength of the generals will most likely not exceed that of the seventh-class duke. Even if there is an error, it will be within two levels.

It is safe to intercept and kill with your own troops.

Gong Shuwu kept rummaging on intelligence analysis in his heart.

I laughed at myself in my heart, where is there anything absolute in this world?

At this moment, he looked up inadvertently and saw a moon with a faint blood light. After looking carefully, the hazy moonlight returned to normal color. Was he dazzled? He was inexplicably uneasy in Gong Shuwu's heart, like countless poisonous snakes crawling.

"The Sect."

He called out to Lu.

As the first group of female generals who can practice, Lu Ji was deeply engaged in military training for many years. The two had a lot of contact with him. He was also a half-teacher and half-disciple relationship. It would have affected the morale of the army. He lowered his voice: "When you fight with the enemy, be careful. If there is anything wrong, lead the troops to retreat as soon as possible..."

"Is the information fake?"

Lu Ji took a look at his current location.

The scouts sent back the information and they were not far from the enemy.

At this time, the army's morale is shaken. I am afraid that the enemy will react and take advantage of their retreat to pursue the attack.

Gong Shuwu shook his head slightly: "No, it's intuition."

Lu Ji said: "It's hard to get rid of the tiger now."

Temporary changes to combat plans are a taboo in marching.

There must always be a reasonable explanation.

Intuition is obviously not sufficient and powerful.

Because Gong Shuwu cannot prove whether this intuition is true or false, Lu Ji believes that he will not talk nonsense about this matter, but this hole cannot be opened randomly. If there are generals who are strong outside and have a war of fighting, they will also use intuition as a reason to withdraw their troops temporarily and even fight a big fight?

She looked around and raised her vigilance.

He said: "Please rest assured, General."

If the information is wrong and the enemy sets an ambush, she will not let them get benefits: "Send the order and the whole army is on guard!"

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The cooling in Wenzhou is too great. Even 220 grams of thick velvet leggings can't stand it. I order a warm vest overnight. It has been raining these two days, and I have to check in in the afternoon in the wind and rain. Alas, I caught a cold or caused my stomach if I get a slumber for two days. After two days of trouble, I feel like I'm exhausted. I just typed hundreds of words and ran to the toilet. Montmorillonite powder doesn't work.

Who believes there is still 21℃ here a few days ago?
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