Tyrant I am from MI9

Chapter 287

He will be fine, the battle of Hetao five years ago, the battle of Truffle Ridge four years ago, the battle of Xihei two years ago, the recovery of southern Xinjiang, the pacification of Eastern Qi, and the march into Haishi. In this war, when was it not dangerous, when was it not a matter of life and death, and when was it not when the soldiers were put to death first and then survived?Even if the lone army goes deep now, even if there is no food and grass now, even if he is facing an enemy dozens of times larger than himself, he will be fine.He was born to be a radiant king and god of war, walking between the blades and the rain of blood, and would never die under the iron hoof of the enemy.

She believed it, always believed it.

But why, I still feel distressed and unable to restrain myself, as if someone has hung a sharp sword above the heart, and every beat will pierce deeply into the blood, and the blood will flow forever.

Qing Xia tightly clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and then let it out, as if swallowing all the turbid air.

She is going to Loulan, no matter who is in the way in front of her, she will not be soft-hearted, people block and kill people, Buddha blocks and kill Buddha!
After two days of trekking, the Chu army finally arrived at Lujia Shangdao outside Loulan on the third day, seeing the devastated battlefield, Qing Xia's heart finally sank.It's like a traveler who knows how to walk in the desert and where there is spring water, but when he arrives, he finds that there is already a dry desert.

Corpses and weapons were strewn all over the place, blood stained, sheng flags were scattered, rotten eagles hovered in the sky, making shrill screams from time to time, and the torches still burning in the cold wind crackled, with the aroma of fat roasting It echoed in the air, but it made people almost vomit out.Everywhere you look, there are traces of decline everywhere. The flames of war have completely destroyed this bustling and prosperous place of business travel in the past.The wind was howling, and the yellow sand was rolling. It seemed that even the sky couldn't bear it, and wanted to set off yellow waves to bury everything here.

"My lord," Song Yang stepped forward hesitantly, wanting to say something, but his lips turned white, but he never spoke.Those facts were bloody before their eyes, and they could no longer allow them to deceive themselves and others.

Gradually, there was a slight commotion in the ranks. The fear that I had seen along the way finally found a breakthrough at this moment. Panicked emotions spread in the army, and the eyes gradually became red, and the chest that was once full of blood also gradually cooled down. The rest is just deep disappointment and hesitation.

"Go ahead and send troops to Loulan."

A heavy and deep voice suddenly sounded, as if a knife had been cut across pig iron. Qing Xia's straight back was so stubborn, she stared coldly at the front, and as she drove forward, the soldiers behind her were startled and raised their heads simultaneously. The coach who came to look at them had different eyes, with such reverence and fear, but also such mistrust and suspicion.

"My lord!" A small school suddenly frowned and said, "Your Majesty's troops have been killed and wounded, and there are at least an army several times larger than ours in front. We will think it wrong to be so reckless."

Qing Xia didn't turn her head, just looked at him sideways with half-closed eyes, the sharpness in her eyes was sharp, there was a faint undercurrent like the cold ice.

A handsome seven-foot boy from a small school suddenly felt uncontrollable nervousness under Qing Xia's gaze. He licked his lips with his tongue deep in his mouth, and continued: "What I saw along the way, the Northern Qin, Xichuan, and Xiongnu tribes all sent troops. , We are exhausted and lacking troops, so we really shouldn’t confront the enemy head-on.”

"Oh?" The deep voice rose slightly, and said lightly: "Then what do you think should be done?"

"The general, the general thinks," the junior hesitated for a while, and then said in a low voice: "The general thinks we should retreat, go back to Dachu, regroup our troops, and then make a comeback."

"Really?" The young general snorted softly and said lightly, "Is this the idea you came up with?"

"The last general is only thinking about the overall situation."

"I think you are considering your head!" A sharp voice suddenly sounded, Qing Xia's eyes turned cold, and he said sharply.

Xiaoxiao's legs trembled suddenly, he jumped off his horse and knelt on the ground with a bang, and said in a deep voice: "The last general dare not!"

Qing Xia didn't even look at him, his eyes swept over everyone's body one by one, and after a long time he said in a low voice: "Anyone who dares to disturb the morale of the army, I don't need the Xiongnu to do anything, I will take your heads. There is only one purpose in action, if you don’t succeed, you will be benevolent, don’t let me say it again.”

The yellow sand was rolling, and the general in white armor and black robe had a straight back, driving his horse forward, step by step firmly walking towards the depths of the desert.

Fifty miles, thirty miles, ten miles, seven miles, all the way, the battle was raging, and the closer to Loulan, the more tragic the battle.Qingxia's army did not encounter any enemy troops, which to a certain extent helped the army advance quickly, but also showed that all the enemies were chasing the man she wanted to rescue.When they arrived at the enclosure, the scouts finally sent back the information, and when they followed the panicked scouts into Loulan, the bloody Shura field finally appeared in front of everyone, smashing everyone's trivial hopes like a heavy hammer .

Qingxia's body sitting on the horse trembled slightly, she slowly closed her eyes, her brows were tightly frowned, she only took a rough look, then turned the horse's head and continued westward.

In the afternoon of that day, Commander Xia Qing showed his subordinates the letter secretly sent by the Emperor Chu three days ago, announcing the strategy of the Southern Chu army to lure the enemy deep in order to wipe out the enemy. Really relieved, regained confidence and continued on the road with Governor Xia Qing.

However, among the crowd, only Song Yang clearly knew that no messenger came secretly three days ago, and that the letter that set the strategy was written by Qing Xia herself.

The battle situation is getting worse, the weather is getting worse, the climate on the desert has never been accurate, a huge storm hits without warning, so Qingxia's army had to retreat to the deserted ancient city of Loulan, waiting for the storm to come past.

However, at this moment, there are countless hands slowly approaching this bright pearl on the desert.

On a yellow desert, a young general in green armor put down his binoculars, his two eyebrows were slightly frowned on his white face like jade, and his pair of phoenix eyes were slightly half-closed, like a sharp eagle.

The brocade-clothed man in a purple costume yawned lazily, and slowly climbed down from a gorgeous carriage. His boots inlaid with jade seemed to be stepping on the sand very hard, with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He staggered forward and said to the young general, "Has the spy returned? It's such a big day, you should find a shady place to sleep."

The young general turned his head, handed the binoculars in his hand to the attendant beside him, his eyes were indifferent, and he said to the man in purple in a flat tone: "It should be soon, if you are tired, go to the car and take a rest, I will meet you when you come back." inform you."

The man in purple didn't seem to pay attention to the general's indifferent expression. He took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms and spread it on the floor. It’s good to bask in the sun.”

The young general winked at the attendants at the side, and his subordinates understood, and hurried to the carriage, took out a big umbrella from it, and ran back to cover the man's head.The man in purple squinted his eyes lazily, glanced at the umbrella, and said earnestly: "Nan'er, I've said it all, this time I'm here to bask in the sun, you don't know, the talented Song girl from Qinghu said Ben The king is too feminine and has no masculinity. He would rather shave his hair and become a nun than follow me. Hehe, I have been in the flower bushes for so many years, and I haven’t seen any battles. No matter how chaste and strong she is, she will never escape from the palm of this king. When this king returns, let her experience what it means to be a real masculinity."

The young general's face remained unchanged, but his eyes fluctuated slightly, but it disappeared in an instant, he just nodded respectfully and said: "Father, the sun is poisonous in the desert, if foster father really wants to bask in the sun, I'd better go back and find a good one." place."

"Well, you are right." The man in purple smiled and nodded and said, "Nan'er is the most careful. I leave the matter here in the desert to you, so I can rest assured."

The young general nodded and said, "Please rest assured, adoptive father."

The man in purple stood up slowly, stretched his waist, and the rich fragrance all over his body suddenly overflowed, and he muttered lazily: "There is nothing to worry about, with the old doctor from Nanjiang in hand, don't worry about Chuli That lunatic won't take the bait. Besides, Qi An, Gu Li A Shu, and the Longge family are nothing but decorations. Even if Qin Zhixiang has second thoughts, we still have a plan. Now I'm afraid that wild woman Hua Rongyue won't cooperate well. This king has never figured out the details of this woman, and she is so beautiful, if I really want to do this to her, I really can't be ruthless."

The general named Nan'er lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Father, don't worry, Lu Huayang is monitoring Hua Rongyue. If there is any change in this group of horse thieves, the group of mercenaries we hired will do it immediately, and there will be no delay."

The man in purple seemed to be a few years older than the general in light armor, but he called him step by step, without any expression of discomfort, but said slowly: "I don't believe that woman Lu Huayang, a woman, Thrush Putting on powder is almost the same, what does it look like to go to the battlefield with a knife..." As soon as I said this, I suddenly stopped talking, looked at Nan'er embarrassedly, leaned over with a smile, and whispered in his ear: "I can Not about you."

He smelled slightly of alcohol, but more of the scent of flowers sprayed warm breath on the young general's face, and two slight blushes rose on the general's fair face.The general's voice was slightly awkward, and he changed the subject: "Then why did the adoptive father entrust Bei Qin with such an important task?"

(End of this chapter)