The rising sun in the east is red, and the battle flag of Daning is also red.

This battlefield that is not familiar to Ning people will also be shrouded in red. The favorite color of every Daning warrior is the red flag.

During a fight, seeing the Ning army launching a large-scale assistance, Korolia ordered his troops to retreat in panic. Tens of thousands of black warriors fled back to the canyon in a panic. They were probably going back to Baide Nianshan Pass in one breath before they dared to breathe. But for Ning army, Baide Nianshan Pass was no longer so important at this time. His Majesty personally led his army to break through the ancient city and opened up a channel to attack the Heiwu South Courtyard camp from east to west. At this point, His Majesty's layout in the early stages of the war was completed.

The next war depends on whoever makes a mistake first. The real attack with the Nanyuan Camp is what Ning Jun hopes for.

But no matter what, the great success in the early stage has greatly boosted Ning Jun's morale.

Daning has been established for hundreds of years. This is the most proud era, the era of Li Chengtang, and it is also the era of every Ning people who are more proud.

Beima Ancient City is so cold and tired that it can't stand up straight, so I sit down with the earthen wall. Last time I held the wall, I got married to Cha Ye.

He grinned and smirked at the reinforcements surging like waves in the distance. He had never been a domineering person. If he had to say that he was on the battlefield and his domineering person was in front of the enemy. This young man, who was only in his twenties, was already supporting glory for the entire empire and would continue to support this glory.

Chen Ran sat down next to Chen Leng and let out a long breath of turbid air.

He took out an oil paper bag from his arms. The oil paper bag was stained with blood. Fortunately, it did not penetrate. He carefully opened the oil paper bag, as if it was wrapped in rare treasures, but it was just a dry and hard steamed bun. Military food steamed buns were different from what the people usually eat. If they want to keep it for a long time, the steamed buns must be dehydrated and dried like stones. It is really hard to swallow directly.

But at this moment, whether it was the soldiers, Chen Leng and Chen Ran, they just wanted to sit down and chew such steamed buns in big mouthfuls.

Chen Ran struggled to break the steamed buns apart and handed them half to Chen Leng: "Thank you."

Chen Leng took it and put it under his nose to smell the smell of dry food. The faint fragrance of the dry steamed buns penetrated into his nose. It felt as if he was extremely tired and felt comfortable taking a hot bath. He couldn't help but moan, satisfied and asked for nothing else.

"You are so sexy."

Chen Ran glanced at him, took a bite of the steamed bun, couldn't swallow it, so he washed it down with water.

With something in my stomach, it seemed that my strength was recovering quickly.

Chen Leng looked at the half steamed bun in his hand, and suddenly remembered that the night he was on the Nanping River when he was a child was the night that changed his life. He sat by the river and waited for Meng Chang'an to come back. He waited until midnight. Uncle Chen was waiting by the river to unload the boat and gave Chen Ran his supper to eat with Chen Ran and Chen Leng. At that moment, Chen Leng knew that the world was warm.

The same thing is that when Chen Ran took the three copper coins from Chen Leng to buy steamed buns and send them back to his father, he also felt that the world was warm.

"It would be better if there was a pickled lump."

Chen Ran rinsed the dry and hard steamed buns in two mouthfuls and rinded them into his stomach with water, looked at Chen Leng: "Why don't you eat them?"

Chen Leng handed half of the steamed bun in his hand to Chen Ran: "I'm so tired that I just want to sleep."

Chen Ran gave him a blank look: "Stop doing this, if you don't eat it, I'll stuff it into your butt."

Chen sneered and pressed the steamed bun on Chen Ran's mouth: "I'll stuff myself."

Chen Ran smiled and hid away, helping him

Standing up on the earthen wall, the cavalry in Daning in the distance were already roaring, chasing and clearing the remaining black warriors on the battlefield. Most of the enemy troops had retreated, and the black warriors who had not had time to run became victims. They were destined to have no chance to become prisoners.

"When I just put on the military uniforms of a warrior, I never thought that one day we would kill so presumptuously at the Black Warriors' home."

Chen Ran looked at Chen Leng: "It feels so good."

Chen Leng ate half of the steamed bun in water, squeezed out his stomach and burped it. In fact, he could not eat enough. He also stood up and waved to the cavalry rushing towards this side in the distance.

The new army's right army general Lao Youxin rushed forward with his personal army battalion and rode his horse to the bottom of Tucheng. He looked at Chen and sneered: "It turns out that I didn't disappoint me, as long as you are not injured."

The left army general Qiu Wanlin also came on horseback and laughed when he saw Chen Leng: "I'm still thinking, if you are injured, I'll kill Baidenianshan Pass in one breath. Boy, have your mouth cleaned? I'll see if you'll talk nonsense next time. I don't rush to save you. You have to suffer more."

After the two of them finished speaking, they suddenly sat upright on the horse's back, raised their right hand and placed it in front of their chests.

Under the rising sun, the military salute seemed solemn.

Chen Leng hurriedly replied, which was the greatest trust between the older generation of soldiers and the younger generation of soldiers.

"When I was young."

Qiu Wanlin shouted: "Not you are awesome - sir!"

Chen sneered: "You are not as good as me now--posses."

Qiu Wanlin laughed: "Your mother's mouth is starting to smell again."

Lao Youxin laughed: "Stupid brat."

Not far away, Meng Chang'an, who rushed over all the way, was actually faster than Lao Youxin and Qiu Wanlin. He saw Chen Leng standing on the Tucheng from afar and breathed a sigh of relief. He stopped and looked at the guy, laughing involuntarily. He didn't want to laugh in front of Chen Leng, otherwise he would not seem cold enough.

I just laughed like that, laughed unconsciously, and my eyes were slightly wet.

"Hello!"

Chen Leng in the Tucheng had already seen Meng Chang'an and waved to him: "Have you pretended enough?"

Meng Changan couldn't help laughing out loud. That guy, indeed, his mouth was really cheap.

Chen Leng got down from Tucheng and patted the black mastiff's head. The black mastiff circled around him. He walked towards Meng Chang'an, and the black mastiff ran towards the big black horse.

Meng Changan jumped off the big dark horse and walked towards Shen Leng. When the black mastiff saw that the big dark horse was still not afraid of him at all, he became interested. This was the only horse it had ever seen that was not afraid of itself, so it went around the big dark horse. The big dark horse still looked cold and indifferent, blowing air from its nostrils, as if sneering at the black mastiff's stupid way of applying it.

The black mastiff is slightly shorter than the big black horse, but it looks stronger. It puts its butt on its side and pushes the big black horse's butt, hitting it shoulder to shoulder, and hitting the butt looks very mean. A burst of breath ejaculation ejaculated from its nose and screams impatiently, and the black mastiff becomes even more excited.

Chen Leng walked to Meng Chang'an: "Young man, did you disappoint me?"

Meng Changan looked at him coldly: "What?"

"Alas"

Chen Leng hit him with his shoulder: "Are you the first to break into another ancient city?"

Meng Changan still looked cold and cold: "Of course."

Chen Leng: "Do you know that you are so cold and slutty?"

Meng Changan held back, and could not help it.

"Hahahaha, I'll go to your uncle."

A little farther away, His Majesty sat on the horse's back and watched the two young men speak, his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly. What he was most proud of was to use people without doubt. He knew that the fool Chen Leng had done this. The fool's unreasonable trust in Meng Chang'an was actually enough to show that the silly boy was so simple in his heart.

Isn't the emperor the same? Even though he has been sitting on the dragon throne for more than twenty years, the emperor still firmly believes that people should trust each other.

Compared with Chen Leng and Meng Chang'an, he had his own brothers, brothers who had fought side by side with him on the battlefield, such as Pei Tingshan, Zhuang Yong, Dan Tai Yuan Shu, and those who later grew up in the Liu Palace, such as Han Huazhi, Ye Kaitai, and Ye Jingtian.

Looking at the two young men, the emperor felt that he was not old yet.

After most of the day, I will leave the ancient city.

Chen Leng and Meng Chang'an and Chen Ran went into the yard, searched for a while and found some frozen meat and potatoes. Meng Chang'an said consciously: "I'll go chop firewood."

Cold: ""

He found some lard from the kitchen and set up a large iron pot. He couldn't find condiments such as onion and ginger, but he found some strange round things. He smelled the smell of onion, which was even more pungent, thinking that he could use it as onion.

Daning has never seen this kind of vegetable, but the ingredients are similar to those of onions.

Chen Leng washed the round thing, chopped it up and prepared to make chopped green onions, and then started crying as he cut it.

When Meng Changan entered the door, he saw Chen Leng wiping his tears, he was stunned: "Are you crying hungry?"

"I feel sorry for the black warrior."

Chen Leng wiped his tears and said, "What kind of shit is this? Black warriors live a hard life. Fortunately, we came and saved them from dire straits."

Meng Changan was curious: "What?"

Chen Leng handed him the kitchen knife: "You can cut it."

Meng Changan took the kitchen knife, cut the remaining half of the onion, and then started crying.

"Can this thing be eaten?"

"It should be possible, I suspect that the green onions have not grown and are full."

Meng Changan smiled and his shoulders trembled: "Can your green onions be like this?"

Chen Leng lit the heat, put the lard into the iron pan, and the lard melted soon. Chen Leng put the frozen meat and the chopped onion into the oil and stir-fry it. The taste became more and more fragrant. Chen Leng smelled the smell and couldn't help but say, "I don't know what this thing is called."

Chen Ran found a ham in another room, which was simply not even more pleasant, and carried such a large ham and came out: "Look!"

Chen Leng and Meng Changan began to shine in their eyes.

"No lid, you see, this thing is round and has a very small taste. It tastes similar to onions. Give it a name, you name it a genius."

Chen Ran took the onion and smelled it: "It really smells like onion. Didn't you just say that it was rounded onion? If it was too big, it would be called onion."

Meng Changan glanced at him: "Why is it called Onion when it's too big? It can also be called Onion Butt."

Chen Ran said seriously: "You don't understand this yet. Why is the one you are so tired of is called?"
Chapter completed!