National teacher, he is arrogant again

Chapter 105 Boys!

"Oh, my lord, my lord! What time is this, why do you still let me drink porridge!"

"No matter what time it is now, you have to eat. After eating, you can fight!"

"No, no, my lord." General Wang looked at the pressing lord, and took a few steps back.

"My lord, here comes the porridge!" The maid gave birth to lotus step by step and brought the porridge up.

Hua Mo laughed loudly: "Well done, serve it quickly!"

The general waved his hands again and again, but was fed indiscriminately, Hua Mo smiled knowingly, truly charming.

"My lord, my lord, the old minister is really dying, my lord."

Hua Mo's smile deepened: "Oh, I'm giving you porridge, not arsenic, why are you so resistant? Drink it quickly, hurry up!"

He was pouring water, but saw the soldier lift the curtain and come in, with a hurried expression on his face, he immediately put away his playful look, moved the bowl away, and there was a trace of solemnity between his brows.

"What's wrong!"

The soldier became more nervous when he heard his question, and he replied stammeringly: "Go back to the supervisor, Murong Fengliu has already assembled the whole army to attack!"

"What!" General Wang roared angrily.

"How far is it?" Hua Mo asked leisurely, still not nervous.

"Return to the Supervisory Army, they have already reached Beiguan, the Beiguan that we managed to capture will be taken back again!"

The general immediately knelt down, raised his head and begged for orders: "Your servant, please fight!"

Hua Mo's eyes were bright, and his eyes flashed with amusement: "I'll go with you!"

……

Liang country camp.

"Report—Ice Kingdom has reacted, and has launched an attack on our army by virtue of the favorable terrain of the Beiguan City Wall!"

"Report—our army suffered heavy casualties, the siege failed, and it was at stake."

Soldiers kept running into the tent to deliver letters, and the atmosphere in the tent became more and more cold and stern, until it even reached the point of dead silence.

Everyone clenched their fists together and said nothing.

They didn't take advantage of the land, and their numbers were far lower than the opponent's. In addition, the imperial city had neither support nor opposition to the Beiguan war. It is a miracle that this war can be won.

The army was defeated like a mountain, and the blood flowed like a river, but they had no choice but to fight to the death!
Sitting in the middle, Dugu Fengliu, who was in his prime, sighed and asked the general below: "How many soldiers are left? Gather them immediately, follow me, and fight to the death!"

The generals stared at his slightly dejected but still stalwart figure with red eyes, and all of them looked at death as if they were at home, and shouted in unison: "Yes!"

After everyone dispersed, Dugu Fengliu slumped down on the seat, his body trembling in the wind, he aged ten years in an instant.

The wind was howling outside the camp, and the wind and rain were raging. The military flag was bulging and floating in the air, and the big black character "cool" floated on the bloody military flag.

On the plain in the distance, a small black spot was gradually approaching the camp. It moved so fast that ordinary people could not notice it at all. It bypassed the obstacles all the way and went straight to the camp.

Dugu Fengliu caressed his age-old armor, swept over the thick long sword hanging at his waist, as if he had become the majestic general a few months ago, but his body had been captured by the prisoners in the prison. The head was beaten to pieces.

He sighed, and turned around without hesitation, but as soon as he reached the entrance of the camp, he bumped into a young man with red lips, white teeth, delicate eyebrows, and a coquettish and coquettish young man.

The young man was dressed in a loose black robe, and the large and rich peonies outlined by the bronzing trim set off his slender and slender figure, with a noble and graceful appearance, and an extraordinary bearing.

(End of this chapter)