Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 369 Nightmare
"However, if we die, our parents, wives, and children can survive! Only the tens of thousands of people in Dazhou can survive! We are soldiers, and it is our duty to use our flesh and blood to block the enemy's swords and guns. responsibility!"

The hands of the soldiers stopped shaking, and the whole army was silent, looking up at the unknown in the darkness.

Tonight is starless and moonless, and the night is dark and heavy. Not far away, the torches of the Xiongnu army illuminate the sky, and also illuminate the face of their general. He is handsome, resolute, stern, brave and fearless.

"I took my own life, and the lives of all the brothers, as bait to lure the Huns' army to encircle us, and General Liu has already led Da Zhou's army to surround us quietly and attack us inside and outside! Brothers! Maybe we will all die in battle today! However, my Ajin can survive, and your wives, children, and parents can survive! This war can be won!"

Wuming raised the sharp sword in his hand. The long sword that had been with him for many years was black and inconspicuous. The blade was rolled and the blade was notched. It was re-polished by the blacksmith to be sharper. The long sword was in the dark. There were cold lights flashing, and those cold lights also flashed in the hearts of the soldiers.

"Brothers, are you willing to fight with this general and defend Dazhou to the death?"

"Will! Will! Will!"

The soldiers held up their weapons, and their shouts resounded through the sky and the earth.

"Brothers, are you willing to cut off the heads of the Huns together with this general, and use them as sacrifices to the brothers and people who were killed?"

"Will! Will! Will!"

Wuming held his long sword high, and his sonorous voice spread far and far, "This hot land is our home, our country, and the place where we grew up for generations. The hooves of the Huns cannot be trampled on here. I can't tolerate the Huns' scimitars slashing and killing our family members recklessly, I will defend this hot land with you to the death! Drive the Huns back!"

"Drive back the Huns! Drive back!"

"Brothers, I am not afraid of death! Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid! Not afraid! Not afraid!"

The soldiers shouted loudly, their blood boiled, and the fire light shone on those young faces. At this moment, there was no fear on their faces, they could only see death as home.

The mourners will win!
The sound of horseshoes was getting closer, the ground trembled violently, and the horns and roars of the Huns were getting closer.

Wuming jumped onto the horse and raised his long sword, "Brothers! Kill!"

"kill!"

"Kill them all! Drive them back to the Huns!"

The soldiers got on their horses one after another, and rushed up to meet the Xiongnu army, which was more than ten times their size.

The sound of fighting resounded through the valley, and in an instant, blood splattered, and countless flesh and blood rushed towards the enemy...

"nameless!"

Feng Jin yelled and woke up, a pair of soft hands held her shoulders, she knew it was Ling Lan's hands.

The curtain was raised, and someone hurried in and asked eagerly, "What's wrong, Your Majesty? Did you have a nightmare?"

It was Qi Che's voice, and he had been guarding outside.

The light of Anyelan was not bright enough, so Qi Che lit the candle, and saw that the queen's forehead was dripping with sweat, and the pajamas on her body were also soaked in sweat.

"I had a nightmare. I dreamed that Wuming was shot through the chest by a feather arrow that flew from nowhere. I seemed to be standing in front of him. When he fell, he looked at me reluctantly. The hot and sticky blood sprayed on my face, I remember that feeling, it was so real that it was not a dream, but it happened in front of me..."

"Your Majesty, it's just a dream. Don't worry, General Long Sheng will be fine."

Qi Che comforted her softly, Feng Jin's body trembled slightly, his face was so pale that there was no blood left.

Seeing that her body was covered with sweat, Qi Che asked Ling Lan to change her clothes while he backed out.

Qi Che didn't come back in until Ling Lan helped Feng Jin wipe off the sweat and put on clean pajamas, and Ling Lan went to invite Imperial Physician Liu to feel Feng Jin's pulse.

"Your Majesty's pulse is fine, nothing serious, probably just had a nightmare and was frightened, I'm going to make some soothing soup."

As Physician Liu said, he retreated to make soup.

Soon, he brought the soothing soup, and Ling Lan served Feng Jin the soothing soup.

"You all go down and rest, I'm fine, I just had a nightmare."

Both Imperial Physician Liu and Ling Lan withdrew, but Qi Che did not leave, "The last general is here to guard His Majesty. I heard that those who join the army are extremely evil, and evil spirits and heretics dare not disturb them. With the last general here, His Majesty will definitely not." Have another nightmare."

Feng Jin smiled and followed him.

"It's still early, Your Majesty should sleep for a while."

"How long have I been asleep?"

Qi Che did a quick calculation in his mind, "It's less than an hour."

Feng Jin didn't speak anymore, his expression was a little sleepy, and his face was frighteningly pale.

Qi Che sighed in his heart, carefully and considerately helped Feng Jin to lie down, put her cold hands into the thin quilt, and was about to retract his hands, but felt the empress' cold hands tightly grasping his hand, Qi Che Che was stunned, he didn't say anything, he didn't withdraw his hand, and quietly let the queen hold her.

Feng Jin grabbed Qi Che's hand, like grabbing a life-saving straw.

She was very afraid, afraid that it was not just a nightmare, but that Wuming was giving her a dream.

The blood, hot and sticky, was sprayed on her face, sticky, and the strong smell of blood filled her nose, making her stomach churn, and she almost vomited. That feeling was real and strong, not at all like dreaming.

She didn't want to think about the scene in her dream, but she couldn't help thinking about it. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, the more panicked she became, and she fell into a terrible endless loop.

She held Qi Che's hand tightly, Qi Che's hand was very hot, and there were thick calluses on the palm of the palm, which made people feel at ease. Feng Jin's heart barely calmed down, and she slowly let go of Qi Che's grip. Hand, "Go and rest, I'm fine."

"Your Majesty is really all right? The last general has nothing to do with you. Let's guard His Majesty in the commander's tent tonight."

Qi Che asked with concern, his eyes were gentle and caring, but bright and clear, without any impurities. He just cared about her and had nothing to do with anything else. Feng Jin was so moved that he tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth and smiled at him, "I really do. It's okay, don't worry."

Seeing the forced bitter smile on her pale as paper face, Qi Che let out a long sigh, and lay down on the footrest beside the bed, regardless of whether Feng Jin agreed or not.

The footrests are very narrow, and Qi Che is too tall, so it is difficult to lie down, and he has to keep from falling off at all times.

"You still have to train soldiers tomorrow, go back and rest, just let Linglan come back and guard me."

"Ling Lan can't speak, and she doesn't know martial arts. Apart from serving His Majesty on a daily basis, she can't help her in any urgent matter. The last general should guard here."

Feng Jin wanted to say something more, but saw that Qi Che had closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, so he had to give up.

In the dark night of Lanning and the light fragrance, Feng Jin closed his tired eyelids again.

Hearing her breathing became gentle and long again, Qi Che seemed to have fallen asleep, Qi Che slowly opened his eyes, and his bright black pupils shone with a clear and firm light in the darkness.

He likes her, but he knows that he is not her lover.

He will do everything in his power to protect her until her lover returns and hand her over to the general with his own hands.

From late night to dawn, on the battlefield thousands of miles away, the fighting never stopped.

The Xiongnu army surrounded and trapped two thousand soldiers of Da Zhou.

The soldiers held shields in their left hands and spears in their right hands, forming a circle, back to back, shoulder to shoulder, desperately resisting the Huns.

General Liu surrounded Dazhou with an army of more than 2 people from the periphery, sandwiching the Huns in the middle.

It was dawn, and it was dark again, and the battle was not over yet.

The soldiers around Wuming fell one by one, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller. The Xiongnu couldn't break through the outer perimeter, so they wanted to do their best to kill the 2000 people in the middle and Wuming.

The newspaper clearly stated that General Long Sheng, the leader of the empress's secret guards, the man the empress loves the most, and the future husband of the empress.

If he died, the queen would be distraught and devastated, and the Huns would win without a fight.

Wave after wave of attacks came, and the horse wanted to jump over the shield, but was pierced by the spear of a Da Zhou soldier, and was blocked back.

The further back, the attack became more and more powerful and crazy. There were only 2000 people, and the Huns could not attack for a long time, and they had lost their patience.

After fighting for two nights and one day, the team of 2000 people finally fell one by one, and there was no one left. The corpses piled up into mountains, and the ground was stained red with blood. Wuming stood on the mountain of corpses, looking in the direction of Yaozhou. Bright, it is the darkest hour before dawn.

A feathered arrow pierced the air, whizzed towards it, and shot through Wuming's chest...

(End of this chapter)