Mo Yibai and the Crip both were a little weak. Logically, these people were the best in their skills, the most experienced, and should not be injured. As a result, they had the most wounds. They should have been seriously injured before, and they were a little too weak to do so, otherwise they would not have been so laborious.

It would be fine if they were all miscellaneous soldiers. The two-fingered sword made people too depressed. Zhao Feibai's eyes lit up. When he saw the person who took action, he had exhausted his strength and was ready to fight his life with his life. He went up to face the sword. Seeing this, Mo Yibai was very anxious and stretched his foot to hook Zhao Feibai's back foot. Lu Yan also turned around and waved his move to force the death-taking sword to retreat. Lu Yan yelled, "Boy Zhao, you are so crazy, you are so crazy."

Zhao Feibai fell to the ground with a bang, and Jing Zhongyue in his hand was out of hand. The two-fingered sword wiped Zhao Feibai's neck, bringing out a bloodline, which was also a coincidence. The few people had no rules to cooperate, but instead killed a two-fingered sword. Jing Zhongyue, who flew out, accurately chopped the guard's chest. Zhao Feibai lay on the ground, stared at his chest, and showed an incredible look. With a normal sound, he fell to the ground and died.

Washington finally discovered the different magnificence on the battlefield in the darkness. The barbarian army was retreating as a whole, but more and more people gathered here. Washington couldn't sit still on the city tower. He had a feeling that the person he liked must have done something key here. Someone just shouted that Tag died. This Tag must have been taken by some pretty boy. Sure enough, he did not see the wrong person. Washington quickly walked to Yang Shaoyu, the general of the Dingsai Army. At this time, he did not show off the airs of the Beijing Officer and held it.

Washington hurriedly said, "General, the last general asks for the order. The right wing of the imperial guards has not come back just now. I saw them. I want to save them. Please give me a team of thousands of people, cavalry, any one, you don't need any special forces you just mentioned."

Yang Shaoyu looked at Washington for a long time, but didn't say anything. He looked at the reinforcements behind him that had not yet been rested. He waved his hand and threw out a token, signaling Washington to set off.

A light burst out in Washington's eyes and he shouted "Get order". He flew over and rushed to the reinforcements, lit up his horse, "drive", and rumbling, a team of thousands of people rushed out, with a sharp sword in his hand shining brightly under the torches all over the city.

Washington went straight to Fu Qing's team, working inside and outside, and surrounded the Tag Guard like a meat platter.

In the middle of winter, the university is flying, the broken leaves are covered with silver, and the city is surrounded by snow. In the backyard of Junyitang of the clinic, Fu Qing fell asleep on the hospital bed, maybe he was having a nightmare, "I want to withdraw my troops, I want to withdraw my troops."

Lu Yan touched Fu Qing's forehead, but it was still very hot and his body was slightly red. It had been three days since he came back, but Fu Qing had not woken up. Zhao Feibai came in with mutton soup, "Brother Bai, drink something."

The doctor in the ward that paid off was Mo Yibai, who was in charge of it from head to toe. This was the medical skills of Zhang Tianyou. Mo Yibai was also sweating and kept complaining that it would be great if Zhong Banxia was there, which would be much better than him, a half-baked doctor.

Mo Yibai nodded and reached out to take it, "It's mutton soup again, and there is no light in the northwest."

Zhao Feibai said, "There is barley porridge"

Mo Yibai grinned, "Forget it, that's not as good as mutton soup, I'll drink this one."

"Brother Bai, do you think our trip was in vain?"

Mo Yibai didn't speak at the first time, and was stunned when he held the mutton soup, and then slowly raised his head, "Why did the huge Shenwu Army disperse? This dispersion is too easy."

Lu Yan turned his head and said to Mo Yibai, "Brother Bai, you don't understand this. Only the generals in the Shenwu Army can subdue them. Others, military advisor Zhuge Changfeng, and Zhao Xiaozi's father, cannot convince the crowd at all. They can only take away the most elite part of the Shenwu Army, and the rest must also find a backer."

Zhao Feibai looked at Lu Yan with some admiration, "It's not easy for you, a brainless person, to say this."

"Gogun, you are so brainless. Can you say something good?"

"Brother Bai, do you think the young marshal will get up?"

"It depends on the situation, it's okay. Fortunately, it's winter, but if it's summer, I might have explained it."

"Ah, so serious."

"This wound is quite big. It has a strong bow and crossbow, and it has no strength. This arrow cannot be shot out. Look at the young marshal, his internal organs are injured by arrows. It is also your good eyesight, and it is very important to push it."

"It's good that the young marshal can wake up. That Washington doesn't have to come every day. It's really annoying. Does he know something?"

Mo Yibai smiled, "He knows nothing, he just likes us and wants to take it for himself."

Zhao Feibai said, "Brother Bai, if there was no Washington, we would be like those big-headed soldiers, and we would go out to eat steamed buns and sit here to drink mutton soup?"

Lu Yan grinned, "A bowl of mutton soup will buy you."

Zhao Feibai shrugged, "How is that possible? I just sighed, the gap between people." Zhao Feibai's voice became lower and lower, and he shook his head, "Forget it, just bribe it and buy it."

Zhao Feibai followed his mother to mingle in the north of the desert since childhood, and tasted all kinds of flavors on earth. Sometimes, it was a luxury to eat hot food. He felt a little sorry for the soldiers outside. It would be great if the world was full of aristocratic families. Everyone had money and delicious food.

The wintersweet is fragrant, and the sky is cold and the sky is cold. The plum blossoms that should have bloomed in the twelfth month will bloom before November. At the same time, the two sides stopped fighting. After the attack in Shuye City, the barbarians also knew the pain. They set up camps in the valley between Julan City and Shuye City. They chose areas that are easy to defend and difficult to attack, but they don’t attack, but they just defend. They don’t know, but they think they are guards. Washington sent people to fight every day, no one paid attention to it, and they scolded him. The language was not understood, and the attacks were not understood several times. The loss was too great and the gain was not worth the loss. Yang Shaoyu was anxious and lost his troops every day, insisting on pushing the enemy to the west of Julan City. However, Washington, the main battler, persuaded him to make plans when the reinforcements arrived.

Fu Qing slowly woke up. The strong herbal smell was a little sweet. There was a slight fragrance of wintersweet in the bitter air. Fu Qing struggled to sit up. His shoulders were painful. Fu Qing looked down and saw that his upper body was wrapped in white gauze. Blood was oozing out of his shoulders. He looked around and it was very clean and tidy. This was the medical room of a senior officer. He could live here at the lieutenant level. There were ten people in each bed, and each bed was covered with separate care. The window was tall and ventilated. Zhao Feibai was lying on the bed next to him. Mo Yibai and Lu Yan sat next to him chatting. The lame man was lying further away, lying down, shaking and shaking. It seemed that nothing serious was himself. Fu Qing sat up and looked out of the window. Sima Hong stood under a wintersweet flower with his hands on his back, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Fu Qing smiled self-deprecatingly, "Ah, I thought we were dead. Why did he rebel from the barbarian army? Isn't he the number one general under Lishan?"

"Young Marshal, you're awake, it's great." Lu Yan was excited and jumped over Zhao Feibai with one step, sat next to Fu Qing, picked up a bowl of chicken soup, "Young Marshal drinks some replenishment, it's still hot."

"Big man, I'm still a ill person. Can you walk over and go around?" Zhao Feibai muttered.

"Oh, I'm so lucky." Mo Yibai was a little sarcastic.

I picked it up and smelled it, and it was a little bit greasy, "Make something light, this one is too oily."

"Brother Bai, I'm sorry, that golden armor is a Tag. I have sworn that when I see him again, I will take his life."

Fu Qing rarely explains that Mo Yibai is not a petty person. He immediately patted Fu Qing on the shoulder, "It's good that he didn't die, but the son of the general is still the boss. Do you know that you are planning for the general?"

Fu Qing grinned, not explaining that he could not control his reason, but just said, "No next time."

Mo Yibai snorted, "Next time, I won't accompany you. I'll send you to Lengquan and see Juzi, and the mission will be completed. Let's go away quickly. Your move to withdraw troops is no longer possible. Your Shenwu Army has been divided up by the Imperial Army and the Dingsai Army."

At this time, Sima Hong walked in and saw Fu Qing awake, he came up and bowed, "Thank you". Fu Qing also bowed, "Thank you". They all knew what they were thanking, and as for the reasons for each other, they didn't need to know, nor did they need to know.

"The Chengying Sword has countless souls for thousands of years. It is an ominous sword. Without the ability to be enlightened, it is best to abandon it. This sword locks the soul and the power of the ancient times. It will affect people's minds. Their skills may increase, but they will eventually lose themselves."

(End of this chapter)
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