The arrows shot through the air with bright white spots. None of them hit the interaction area where the two parties were fighting. They all hit the rear of Xuan Zhao's troops. The female soldiers couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Their queen was indeed in the middle of the battle.

Taking care of their lives, there was no chance for them to die under the arrows of their own country.

Emotional care is far more likely to resonate than material concern. The Queen's actions of cherishing the lives of soldiers inspired the latent patriotic emotions in the hearts of female soldiers. Some female soldiers, whose emotions were ignored by others, directly raised their spears and rushed towards the enemy.

He provoked a Xuanzhao man to crush his heart under his feet, shouting excitedly: "Comrades, for the sake of the Queen's kindness, let's charge! We will die without regrets!"

"You will have no regrets even if you die! Go for it!"

"You will have no regrets even if you die! Go for it!"

The shouts of killing that shook the heavens and the earth were accompanied by a psychological consciousness of self-destruction. The female soldiers killed smoothly and their eyes turned red, as if there was nothing more pleasurable in their lives than killing people.[

Murong Qiulian looked at the female soldiers who were guarding the city and their morale was rising again. She glanced sideways at the Queen, and there was a wave of visible admiration and pride in her eyes.

The woman's figure is leaning against the city wall, her eyes as clear as water are looking at the bloody splatter below the city, her veins are flowing, indifferent, quiet and peaceful, giving people an inexplicable sadness as if space is passing and the deceased is so.

The woman's hair is slightly fragmented, and a few strands of messy hair wet with sweat are stuck on the woman's cheeks after the makeup has faded. They are fresh and natural, like daisies that have just bloomed in the field, with the fragrance of the mud fields that have just emerged, attracting the attention.

It makes people's hearts intoxicated, and they want to be drunk by the fragrance of flowers that women inadvertently release.

"Lian, how is the defense on the other three sides?"

Turning her head to meet Murong Qiulian's rapt eyes, the Queen's thoughts were always farther than Murong Qiulian expected.

"I can handle it for now!"

The ability of the Huang Nu Army to meet the challenge was beyond Murong Qiulian's expectation.

Although there are fewer troops in Minglan Valley, due to the assistance of Huotong's native medicine, the Xuanzhao soldiers will be buried in the soil for a while almost every hour. After removing the spent native medicine, the casualties are almost zero.

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The terrain of the other two teams is not easy to defend and difficult to attack. Murong Qiulian each sent female troops of almost equal numbers. With one against two or three, they should be able to hold on for a few more hours. Xuan Zhao wants to defeat Da Huang's army

Fighting or not is not a particularly easy task.

"Alas! Time doesn't give me time, so I'll just leave it to fate! The worst I can do is die."

Maybe he died and went back to modern times.

The Queen took the situation indifferently and did not hold out the slightest hope for the outcome of the war.

"Yan'er, I won't let you die!"

When the woman said death, Murong Qiulian's heart beat nervously, as if someone had accidentally scratched a gap with a knife. The woman's name was engraved on the gap.

"Haha, Lian, I'm hungry. Can you go get me something to eat?"

The man in front of him frowned, not liking that he said the word "death".

The queen stepped forward and smoothed the corners of the man's eyebrows, then leaned into the man's arms and acted coquettishly with a soft voice.

"Well, what do you want to eat?"

Murong Qiulian really liked the idea of ​​women being as gentle as jade.

"I want to drink white porridge. White porridge without the taste of blood."[

The Queen posed a problem to Murong Qiulian. White porridge without the smell of blood cannot be cooked on the gate tower. It can only be simmered back in the military camp tent?

"I asked Ming Hyuk---"

The distance back to camp was a bit far, and it took a long time to cook porridge. Murong Qiulian didn't want to leave the woman for too long. At this critical moment, Murong Qiulian didn't want to leave the woman even a step.

"No, I want you to go in person. I want to taste your cooking skills."

The queen stood on tiptoes and kissed Murong Qiulian's lips, sucking gently.

"Okay, okay! I'll go, I'll go, Minghe will stay with you!"

Surrendering to the woman, Murong Qiulian's whole body trembled when she kissed him, arousing longing deep in his soul.

"Minghe will accompany you. I have thirteen shadows here. Don't you also have more than three thousand of your subordinates?"

"Well, then be good!"
Chapter completed!