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"I am willing." Xin Yi's cool voice came out before Nong Zhigao could finish his sentence.

At the same time, she took a step forward and stood side by side with Fu Jiuqu, looking at the seamless "mark array" and the shadowy figures in the depths of the jungle...

My heart sank and sank.

Nong Zhigao brought a lot of people.

It is obvious that the encirclement of Fu Jiuqu is inevitable.

"Brother Nine." Xin Yi looked at Fu Jiuqu with cold eyes, and lowered his voice calmly, "If you really have the idea of ​​calming down the fighting, then it won't be dangerous for me to go with them while you go back to ask for orders... "

Fu Jiuqu: "Delusion!"

He grabbed Xin Yi's arm.

"Don't be afraid on Eleventh, I will be able to take you out safely today."

Xin Yi shook his head, "There are too many of them. Even if we can break out, there will be sacrifices...Cheng Cang, Duan Sui, Eunuch Sun...I think you will be reluctant to part with anyone who stains the jungle with blood. Next time Zhou Xuan, you go back and ask for an order, it's the best way to achieve both."

Fu Jiuqu said coldly: "No need to say more! I will not leave you alone."

"Ninth Brother." Xin Yi's eyes were reddened, "This is the best way to calm down the dispute and reduce casualties."

Fu Jiuqu stared at her, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "Eleven, do you know him?"

Xin Yi was taken aback, "Of course I don't know him."

Fu Jiuqu said softly: "You have been speaking for him since last night, until today..."

He glanced sideways at Nong Zhigao, pulled Xin Yi back a few steps, turned his back to avoid Nong Zhigao's sight, and said coldly in a voice that only Xin Yi could hear:

"Nong Zhigao's rebellion, the imperial court repeatedly sent troops to encircle and suppress, and lost countless soldiers in southern Xinjiang... Eleventh, the war has reached this level, and it is impossible to reconcile. Master led 20 troops to the south. Nong Zhigao is It must be wiped out."

"Who said that peace cannot be made after the war has started? If not, what is the Chanyuan Alliance?"

Fu Jiuqu's expression changed.

Xin Yi knew that he had hit Da Song's weakness, and smiled slightly, "The reason why we can't reconcile is because the court has a chance of winning against Nong Zhigao. What if the opponent is the Liao Kingdom? Reconciliation or discord?"

Fu Jiuqu's face changed again, "Eleventh, be careful!"

Xin Yi: "Ninth brother, there are some things you and I know very well. The court treats Nong Zhigao like this, because he is a soft persimmon compared to Jiaozhi..."

Fu Jiuqu: "Why are you devoted to him?"

Xin Yi: "I'm all for you."

The two people looked at each other with sharp and stubborn eyes.

For a moment, Xin Yi sighed quietly, "I don't know what the people in southern Xinjiang are to Brother Jiu. But in my opinion, they are compatriots. They are being bullied by the Jiaozhi Li Dynasty, and they are crying for help from their compatriots. Not only did Song not lend a helping hand, but he wanted to beat them to death in the name of rebellion..."

Xin Yi looked at him with red eyes.

"Is it really right to do this?"

Fu Jiuqu's throat twitched.

In the eyes of Song people, Nong Zhigao is obviously not a compatriot, but a thief who "is not of my race, and his heart must be different".This disagreement came from deep-seated consciousness and sense of identity, which could not be reconciled, but seeing Xin Yi staring at him stubbornly, Fu Jiuqu did not refute her.

"Then do you know that if there is a war with Jiaozhi, there will be more casualties?"

Xin Yi shook his head, "I don't know how to govern a country, let alone military affairs. I only know that as a subject, you must not abandon your country, and as a subject, you must not abandon your compatriots...It will chill the hearts of all generations!"

Everlasting?

Fu Jiuqu smiled, "What's the matter with me? Right and wrong will be judged by future generations. Right now, I just want to take you out intact."

He reached out to pull Xin Yi, but Xin Yi avoided him.

"You have seen that the number of Nong soldiers is ten times and a hundred times that of ours. There is no way for us to get out of this mountain forest intact. If... I mean if, you can convince the officials and the court to end this war. War, recruit Nong Zhigao, let him station at the South Gate, contain Jiaozhi, change the situation of the war, change the weak diplomacy of the Song Dynasty, then... I didn’t come here in vain.”

If this is the case, then there will be no Di Qing attacking Kunlun Pass at night, and Nong Zhigao will not be able to flee to Dali.

The whole plot changes...

Following this, the fate of Di Qing and Fu Jiuqu will be rewritten.

It may even change the fate of Song Dynasty, Xining war, Jingkang shame...

A strong sense of mission suddenly surged in Xin Yi's heart, for the sake of the peace of "later generations" and even "eternal generations" that Fu Jiuqu sneered at.She seemed to be inspired by history, and her ear sockets buzzed for a while. What she heard was the wailing everywhere in Jingkang City, and what she saw was the countless disasters brought to future generations due to the weakness of the imperial court...

Xin Yi gently grabbed Fu Jiuqu's arm.

"Okay? Ninth brother, convince them, convince those old stubborn people, think about the future generations, and stop underestimating generals... Otherwise, we will have no power to fight back when foreign enemies invade in the future!"

"Eleven!" Fu Jiuqu snorted.

His eyes were cold, as if he didn't know why Xin Yi would argue with him on this matter, and why she was so persistent.

"Who cares about the flood after I die?!" His eyes were red, his voice was cold, and he seemed to be furious. "Before the two armies line up, you should defend the enemy with me, not for the enemy's sake."

"I'm not for him." Xin Yi reiterated again, "Do you still remember what I told you...my dream?"

Fu Jiuqu's expression turned serious.

Xin Yi said: "If Ninth Brother thinks that I am thinking of the enemy, then I am very wrong. I am for you, for Master, for Da Song, of course... also for the thousands of people in this land. people."

Fu Jiuqu held back his anger, "I can't control the world! I only care about you."

"Brother Nine!" Xin Yi grabbed his arm tightly and exerted force.

"Be obedient!" Fu Jiuqu's eyes seemed to spark, "I'm a man, if I can't protect my woman and keep her as a hostage, what's the difference from living?"

"It's two different things..."

"It's the same thing!" Fu Jiuqu turned his head sharply, looked at Nong Zhigao, and smiled coolly.

"If you are buried in the jungle, it will be the mountains and rivers in the afterlife. Come on, let's see who will win today?"

Nong Zhigao pulled out the marker soldiers in front and walked slowly down the tree slope.

"King Guangling, I respect you as a man."

He spread his arms and hands, and a soldier handed over the javelin.

Nong Zhigao took it slowly, and saluted Fu Jiuqu.

"I don't want to bully you because of the number of people, but I'll weigh your weight."

Fu Jiuqu sneered, his cold eyes were menacing.

"Leader Nong, don't regret it. Too many people bullying me is your only chance."

Nong Zhigao raised his eyebrows, looking at Fu Jiuqu's fair and delicate face, his eyes inadvertently revealed a bit of contempt for this pampered royal relative.

"A big man keeps his promises, even though he died nine times, he still has no regrets!"

Fu Jiuqu smiled, and slowly raised his long sword.

"Since that's the case, then I might as well tell Chief Nong that the soldiers of Song Dynasty are on the other side of the mountain, and they will come to meet me in a moment..."

Nong Zhigao's face couldn't help but change.

When Nong Bing saw this, he was on guard immediately, and the marker soldiers even surrounded Fu Jiuqu and his party, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

They didn't know whether Fu Jiuqu's words were frank or bluffing.

"Has Chief Nong made a decision?" Fu Jiuqu asked softly, "If you want to kill me, seize the opportunity!"

Nong Zhigao pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then slowly raised the javelin.

I don't know if he was annoyed by the words of loyalty just now, but his expression was already calm.

"Stop talking nonsense, I may not be afraid that you will fail?"

"Okay." Fu Jiuqu pushed Xin Yi behind him and strode forward, holding the sword in one hand and the iron flail that Xin Yi gave him with the other. With a slight tap of his feet, he suddenly exerted force and swished up the tree slope. The posture is as elegant as the white crane in the cloud.

"Then I will come to meet the leader!"

Nong Zhigao suddenly laughed, "Refreshing!"

The cold wind blows through the forest.

The wind moves, the trees move, the shadows of guns, knives and swords flicker, making them cold.

The chilling shadows of figures and guns make the leaves in the forest "swish", like crossbows flying by, like ten thousand horses galloping, in the eyes of everyone, entangled with the mountains and forests, thrilling, like nighthawks contending, attracting the mountain wind Hunting, condensing into a bleak and poignant painting handed down from generation to generation...

The sky seemed to dim suddenly.

The crowd was so nervous that they couldn't help holding their breath.

"There is miasma!" Al's terrified voice broke the silence.

Xin Yi raised his head, and a thick layer of gray-black fog was blown by the wind, filling the mountains and forests.

Almost suddenly, the surrounding was hot and humid, as if being in an airtight stuffy tank, with difficulty breathing.

As a killer of nature, miasma was rare in Xin Yi's era, and she had no experience of living in the wild in the primeval jungle, but she knew that in ancient Guangxi, miasma existed for a long time, killing people invisible.

The mountains here are steep and surrounded by cliffs. The thick black and gray fog seems to be a ghost rising from the mountains, gradually expanding its scope and filling the forest...

Xin Yi covered his mouth and nose with the face scarf, feeling a chill down his spine.

"Ninth brother, stop fighting, you guys go!"

Fu Jiuqu's eyes were gloomy and cold: "Cheng Cang, Duan Sui, take Eleven out of here!"

Cheng Cang and Duan Sui looked at each other, "Yes!"