Mei Meng regained her calmness in the blink of an eye.

The smile was charming and gorgeous: "I said who it is, it's you."

Seeing the face of "Ning Yan", Mei Meng remembered the last conflict that was unhappy. She complained coquettishly: "There are many masters Ning Shizhong, why bother with a weak woman like me?"

"Ning Yan" responded with a sword in front.

Mei Mengxiao's arc froze in the air and dodged away.

The voice added a little to make the bones look sweet and charming, and she was even more bold. She pointed her slender fingers against the sword of "Ning Yan" and brushed her chin, grabbing a flying hair. "Ning Yan" was startled at first, and then realized that she was actually teased by the other party... Oh no, it was a provocation! Her eyes suddenly turned sharp, her murderous intent was strong, and the sword attacked the vital point.

Mei Meng is not good at martial arts, and the gentleman Liuyi can only say that he can barely see it, so naturally he can't resist "Ning Yan" pressing step by step, and his heart hits a sword. Her eyes showed shock and fear, and her eyes turned from her chest to "Ning Yan"'s face, which was close to her, and she didn't seem to have expected this scene. But in the next moment, she sneered: "Ning Shizhong, I have such a cruel heart, but I don't know how to cherish the fragrance and jade."

When the sword was stabbed out, "Ning Yan" thought to himself that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Mei Meng's index finger was dipped in a drop of blood on her body, and her two fingers gently rubbed her smile with the charm of bewitching my mind. She said calmly: "This time, there is no one around me, but I still understand the principle of cunning rabbits having three holes."

How could she let the Lord meet the generals of Cui Zhi faction?

But unexpectedly, this backhand did not take effect on the general's side, but he saved his life in the hands of "Ning Yan". As the literary energy transformed into a world and disappeared, Mei Meng smiled and left the last sentence: "Shizhong Ning, let's go long."

"Ning Yan" was unwilling to see Mei Meng disappearing.

When she was lost in her mind, the enemy soldiers who were washed away by the river suddenly rose from the water and acted as a gesture to die with "Ning Yan".

"You deserve it too?"

She did not see the position of the sword, and let the blood slide down the sword. A corpse floated past her feet. The corpse struggled twice in the water. Half of the head and the other half were connected by a small piece of scalp, and there was a terrifying and ferocious arc on her face...

"Ning Yan" collects his sword and returns to the sheath.

It's a pity, but not depressed.

As Mei Meng said: "The future is long."

As long as Mei Meng does not live in seclusion in the mountains, she has the opportunity to take down the other party's head. The most important thing now is to seize the time to solve the troops and horses! Beat the dogs falling into the water! "Ning Yan" uses [Chasing the Wind and Scenery], stepping on the turbulent water flow, with a few light rises and falls, and the sound of fighting in her ears becomes clearer. The sound of the environment completely covers her words: "Lying at night and listening to the wind and rain..."

The already terrifying rain adds another boost.

"Iron Horse and Ice River Come to Dream!"

As the Danfu literary energy was pulled away by 70%, the wind and rain of the world were sobbing and stagnating in the air for a moment, it seemed that someone pressed the pause button. The slight movement of raindrops condensed into ice came from the air. As countless ice crystals sank into the water, a war horse neighed and broke through the water surface!

The horse's hooves stomp out the surging white waves, and the ice horse bathes in the river!

Their goals are uniform!

Each war horse was carved from white frost. The horse's back was covered with full horse armor, and its breath was filled with white mist. The soldiers of Kang Country, who were closest to them, jumped onto the horses and allowed the war horses to carry them through the chaotic battlefield and rushed straight to the gathering place of the enemy!

"kill!"

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of war drums, and the sound of entanglement.

The wind and rain of heaven and earth cannot cover it up.

As "Ning Yan" used this spirit of speech, the air temperature dropped rapidly. Although the turbulent water surface did not freeze, the river water was cold and bone-black. Soak your hands in the water, and your knuckles could quickly turn red, not to mention that most of the Southwest Allied forces were soaked in water.

As the heavy armor is soaked in water, the biting coldness penetrates into the body, and it won’t take long to freeze the limbs and become cold like their own. A brave warrior can survive the protection of his body with martial energy. Ordinary soldiers do not have high morale protection. They are first affected by the temperature and have significantly slower reactions. Some people have cramps in their limbs and cannot stabilize their body balance and are washed away by the river water that is over their necks.

In contrast, Kang Guo was almost unaffected.

First, the northwest continent has long winters, and they have long been accustomed to the cold; second, most people ride rafts and have not entered the water; third, the current interests and their desire for military merits have made them excited, and this little temperature is nothing.

Qian Yong: “…”

These scholars from Kang Guo are really unreliable.

One is more arrogant than the other, and letting them give a [Five Virtues of Generals] is just like killing them. If it is said that he is foresighted and always pays for the family literati out of his own pocket, otherwise he will have to go to the battlefield with his bare butt and will not be able to gain any spiritual gain.

“What a chilling colleague.”

No matter what, they have been working together for so many years.

No one [the five virtues of general] will be given!

Then he thought, he was not the only general who received this treatment. Other generals had to rely on themselves when they went to the battlefield. Qian Yong felt a lot better. When he killed one of the twin generals, he looked at the other and saw the other one being sad, angry and red-eyed, and roaring like a wild beast to fight with him. This kind of pleasure reached its peak.

He smiled and said, "You are born and died in the same year. You have two heads placed an ancient shelf as a collection. I am good at it!"

It would be a pity to separate such rare things.

After the words came, another head fell into the water.

Before I could get away, the spear tip pierced through the bun on the top of my head. The spear tip was raised, and the head flew out of the water, and a blood-floating water stain was formed in the air, and it was firmly grasped by one hand.

Uncle Qian accepted this spoil with a smile.

At this time, Yu Guang also saw the ice horse that hit the enemy's heavy shield shattering into pieces under the huge impact. Qian Yong was about to say that this thing was not very strong, so he could only treat it as a disposable thing. Then he saw the ice chips instantly frozen the target into a stick!

The stick fell into the water and was washed away in the blink of an eye.

Some soldiers broke through the ice, but the balance was out of control. Faced with waves of waves of wandering arrows, they were unable to avoid them at all. They were either stabbed into a hedgehog and were either injured or were struggling and unable to continue. The balance of war had obviously tilted towards Qian Yong's side.

Not to mention that there is a super big gambler above his head.

While killing the enemy, Qian Yong was distracted to look at the sky card with his light. Seeing the card pattern clearly, he couldn't help but twitch his lips. How could he say that the generals of other countries only need to compete with the generals, and in Kangguo, he had to compete with the scholars to take up his post. If he was not careful, he might be robbed of military merit by the other party.

If you are not interested in the heart, you must be a literary scholar!

Kang Jishou used his spirit of words to turn a few miles into Juze!

The Southwest Allied Forces were caught off guard by the intensified floodgate impact of opening the gate and releasing the floodgates. They used flood control measures to barely stabilize the position and avoid being washed away. They tried to turn the warships onto the rafts and hit the shore. They were blocked and destroyed by the Kang State soldiers who washed out. They had to stay in the water and attack the river to form a formation to defend the enemy. Under many unfavorable conditions, dozens of small warships were gradually transformed from the Allied Forces. As long as they boarded the ship, whether they attacked or retreated in the water, they could occupy favorable conditions, and Kang Shi was in trouble.

Below the water is Juze.

If you move a little bigger, you will sink.

The happiest and most difficult area in this battlefield is the downstream area. This place is covered with special fishing nets underwater, and even if the Moliu Gong is trapped, he cannot break free. From time to time, he can hear bursts of excitement and cheers.

The elite soldiers who were squatting here were red in their eyes.

"Big fish, there are also big fish!"

In other places, military merits are difficult to fulfill, but in Kangguo, military merits are equal to future and resources. Whether it is practiced by oneself or to improve the family, it is a good choice. Every time Kangguo recruits troops, he can recruit full-time staff in a few days, and even people ask about the next expansion time near Zhechong Mansion every now and then. Everyone did not expect that this fat man would fall into the head.

The Allied soldiers were dizzy by the river. They drank a lot of water and finally stopped rushing down. Before they could be glad that they escaped from the sky, they were greeted by random swords. Not everyone killed them, but those who were sober would definitely not stay!

In just one hour, the river was dyed red.

The Southwest Allied Forces also realized the difficulty and failed to counterattack several times, so they had to choose to cut off their tails to survive. Qian Yong ignored the enemy and did not chase them. He drove the raft, and used his palm wind to slap the water surface to speed up the raft, and chased and chopped the Southwest Allied Forces on the river surface.

He continued to kill until the sky and turned white.

The amount of water released by the gate was limited, and the water surface had returned to normal at this moment. The simple raft obviously could not catch up with the power of the small warship. Qian Yong had to let go of the remaining remains. He waved his hand and ordered: "Come on, swallow the rest!"

The situation was so chaotic last night that the allies in the southwest had long been dispersed by the current, and Qian Yong was chasing the largest group. Since he could not catch up, he could only settle for the second best. No matter how small the mosquito meat was, it was still meat. The battle was not stopped until noon the next day.

When Qian Yong returned to the main battlefield, he was also stunned.

The river with normal water levels was filled with floating corpses.

A small number of them are their own people, and most of them are dressed in the southwest. The soldiers on their own are going into the water to catch people, and they give priority to catch their own people first. If they breathe, they will stop bleeding and transfer them to treat them. They are already cold and placed on the raft. They will look back and find out their identities and then be buried in a unified manner. The second is to catch the enemy. If the enemy knows the tact, they will be captured. If they don’t know the tact, they will hurt people. If the soldiers don’t mind making up for more military achievements.

The fact that there are so many floating corpses is not the main reason that shocks him.

He was shocked that the river was blocked.

There are so many corpses covered with dense surfaces of the river. Even a ruthless character like Qian Yong couldn't help but feel numb. The first thought in his mind was that he actually killed so many people last night, and the second thought was how to explain this to Chen Youli...

The value of a prisoner is much greater than a corpse.

The rules of the army are that if you can, try not to kill.

The prisoners could be sold to the Southwest Allied Army to exchange their own soldiers. If they were not sold, they could stay and be exploited as slaves. They would spend more than ten or twenty years to migrate to remote places to open up land, allowing them to reproduce there. Thinking of this, Qian Yong'er began to feel pain...

The temper came up and slapped the soldier who wanted to come forward to show off his charm: "Kill, kill, who told you to kill?"

The soldier shrank his neck.

"If I don't kill anyone, I'll kill me..."

Qian Yong grabbed his wet hair, carried his hands on his back, paced back and forth, muttering to himself: "The Lord will definitely hold him accountable."

With so many prisoners who can create value dead, economic losses are one thing, and it also affects the reputation of history books in the future. The rivers are broken and the red waters are endless. This is not a good reputation. Whether it is the Lord or him, he will inevitably be scolded for being cruel.

Qian Yong felt more aggrieved the more he thought about it.

He also kept his strength last night.

There were so many people and so few prisoners, so we couldn't rely on him. When he was in so much trouble, Qian Yong saw Luan Xin standing by the river pondering, and strode forward to take the blame. But he talked for a long time, Luan Gongyi was still calm in his own small world and disdained to react to him.

Just as he was about to lose his patience, Luan Xin said slowly: "Just be honest, the Lord will not blame him."

Qian Yong poured beans in a crackling manner.

"You don't understand the Lord." A dog passing by would pull a few stone mills for Chen Tang, let alone tens of thousands of prisoners.

This loss must be remembered on your own.

Luan Xin continued to slow down.

"Then remember it on Kang Jishou's head."

This hit it off with Qian Yong's idea.
To be continued...