Host, You're Targeted

By the time the comatose Tingyuan was sent back to the main town, the battle on the border had begun.

After seeing off the court yuan, Yan Huai put on smoke message to his home.

Smoke message is limited by the number of words, so Yan Huai only said that Tingyuan brought back important news.

After finishing all this, he casually found a hard armor from the warehouse and replaced it. He took a long sword and wore a red cloak to drive to the gate of the city.

The night's wind wantonly carried the chill from the wolf snow mountain, and kept beating on the fox city gate.

Around the city wall increased the fox fire flame, blue and white flames leaping on the wall, as if to light up the dark night sky.

At the second quarter of Xu Zheng, the temporary military defense was finally set up under the command of Yan Huai.

Everyone was wearing hard armor, waiting for the coming battle behind the gate.

Yanhuai held a long sword and boarded the city gate. The bright red cape rolled with the wind behind him.

Outside the city gate is still dead, dark shadow in the dark, like a white wolf in the snow.

Yan Huai clearly remembers that not long ago, these dark shadows were not arranged in this way.

The ambush changed.

In other words, the number of people lurking outside the city gate has increased.

The residents of the town saw soldiers lining up behind the city gate, rumors spread, and people fleeing with their heads in their arms.

Yan Huai watched every move of the shadow in the dark, not willing to let go of any little wind and grass.

Someone ventured to ask the soldiers what had happened and whether there was going to be a war.

The soldier took a cold look at him and saw that it was an old man in shabby linen clothes.

The old man pushed the car to buy small things, and his face was wrinkled by years.

"I heard them say it's going to war?" The old man's voice was full of vicissitudes. He looked at the soldiers anxiously, "why is there going to be a war all of a sudden? Neither the elders nor the officials told us to leave, but why did they run around? "

The soldier looked into the street behind the old man.

There was no one on the busy and noisy street. Before, the things on the vendors' shelves on both sides of the street were all over the ground, and there was a mess everywhere.

Some people rushed out of their houses, carrying large and small packages to the gate of the main town.

Some people drag their wives and children, running in a panic on the street.

The soldier opened his mouth and was about to say something. The light from the corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of TingYang coming.

The soldier immediately shut his mouth, took a deep look at the old man, stood upright and faced the gate.

The old man didn't know what was wrong with his face. He looked a few hundred years old with the bewilderment of his face.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, he turned his head and looked at TingYang who was coming.

TingYang was wearing armor and a blue and white cloak, and his sword was held by his waist.

He came with a straight back and a firm step. He was not an ordinary soldier at first sight.

The old man was afraid. He didn't know whether to leave or stay for a while.

TingYang stood by him and asked, "what did you just ask him?"

The old man once again ventured to say, "I I asked if it was going to be a war? I saw them all flee to the city. "

"Yes." TingYang replied positively, "it's going to war. If you want to escape, you can go as soon as possible. You can take care of each other with the troops."

But the boss's face showed a puzzled look. He asked, "but where can I go? This is my home. "