Chaoyang rode his horse and rushed to the city, and looked up at the corpse above.
His heart was touched, Chaoyang tightened the reins hard.
What exactly does war bring to the people?
"Coach, there is still one alive!"
Chaoyang looked up and signaled He Gu to rescue people.
The city gate was broken, and Geshu Zheyu led his people to fight again. Problems appeared one after another in the tribe. Geshu Danka was a waste and had no time to deal with it, so he ran away.
"Coach, the grain and grass camp was burned down early!"
Mu Huaicheng was stunned for a moment, who burned it, his uncle?
"Burn the main camp, hang their men on the city gate, and retreat!"
Outside the city wall.
Chaoyang glanced at the person rescued by He Gu and frowned slightly. "Murong Ling?"
His fingers slowly tightened, Chaoyang obviously hesitated.
She was not so kind as to save a Murong Ling.
"It seems that she burned the enemy's food and grass." A soldier said.
Chaoyang's eyes darkened, how could Murong Ling still have such courage? "Take this person back."
He couldn't let her die in the barbarian tribe.
…
Fengtian, border.
Brother Shu Zheyu glanced at Jiufeng coldly. "You'd better pray that you never fall into my hands."
"Brother, my sister also advises you to never provoke women." Jiufeng narrowed his eyes and watched his brother Shu Zheyu rein in his horse and leave.
"Withdraw!" Brother Shu Zheyu knew very well that he had been tricked by Mu Huaicheng again.
Damn it!
To sway the tiger away from the mountain? This Mu Huaicheng is really cunning.
On the way back to the tribe, Ge Shu Zheyu passed by the Fengtian Army from a distance.
He reined in his horse and stopped, Ge Shu Zheyu obviously wanted to fight Mu Huaicheng here.
"Tatar! Go back to the tribe quickly, it's on fire!"
The men shouted in panic, wanting brother Shu Zheyu to return to the tribe first.
It's important to save people.
"Go back to the tribe!" Brother Shu Zheyu gritted his teeth and ordered in a low voice.
Seeing the Fengtian Army returning to the city from the highlands, the anger in Ge Shu Zheyu's eyes became more intense.
From a high place, facing the rising sun, he reined in his horse and watched the barbarian tribes returning.
The barbarians are naturally strong and strong and can withstand the severe cold. They look...much bigger than the Fengtian Army.
The leader should be a genius that the barbarians rarely encounter in hundreds of years, Ge Shu Zheyu.
"Brother, is that brother Shu Zheyu?"
"Well, this person should not be underestimated." Mu Huaicheng nodded.
"Can we hold him back within a month?" Chaoyang asked.
Mu Huaicheng shook his head, he was not sure.
Chaoyang thought for a moment. "Go back to the city first!"
Military tent.
"The general has a female slave who was kidnapped by my brother Shu Zheyu. He said she had a letter to give to young general Jing Li."
Mu Huaicheng turned over and dismounted, and saw two women huddled together, trembling. "Someone asked us to send a letter to a man named Jing Li."
Mu Huaicheng stretched out his hand. "Leave it to me."
That is a letter written in blood.
His face darkened, Mu Huaicheng looked back at Chaoyang.
"Who asked you to send them out?" There were not many words in the blood book, but it accurately wrote down brother Shu Zheyu's battle plan. His purpose was to alienate Fengtian's army and start from within, and... there were people inside Fengtian.
Barbarian spies.
And it's a crucial location.
"Her name is Murong Ling. She told her her name. In order to protect us... her life or death is unknown." The woman cried and shook her head.
Chaoyang turned around subconsciously, and the person He Gu rescued was Murong Ling.
Slowly tightening his fingers, Chaoyang didn't know whether to believe Murong Ling's words.
Can you still believe her words?
…
Wilderness, snowfield.
Moody was walking alone in the snow. The sky was filled with white snow, and the whole earth was completely white.
His eyes stung terribly. He had not seen bright light for more than ten years and was hurt by the white pricks in the snow.
Both feet had long been cracked by the cold and filled with pus, and long lines of blood were drawn in the snow.
His breath became hotter and hotter, and Mudi fell straight into the snow.
He didn't know what motivated him to keep going, and he didn't even know if he was going in the right direction.
He only knew that he had been imprisoned and lived in hell for more than ten years.
He can't die yet, he still has military information to report.
"Commander, Moody has fulfilled his mission. There are spies in the army..."
"Coach, Mu Di did not betray the country or rebel against the Mu family army..."
"Coach, the people in Anmei Tower have calculated everything and planned everything just for..."
In the snow, Moody had a hallucination.
In order to prevent the barbarians from prying the secret out of his mouth, he had not spoken for more than ten years.
But he seemed to have seen Mu Jingyan and Qi Shaocheng.
They are running this way.
Even though he knew it was an illusion, Moody still broke his defenses, and his tears were hot and mixed with blood.
"Brother...Tongtong hurts so much."
My whole body hurts.
Tongtong is Mu Di’s nickname, and only Mu Jingyan would call him Tongtong.
Later, when he joined the Mu family army, he was also kept in the camp by Mu Jingyan, but he was not allowed to participate in the war.
Mu Di was also angry with Mu Jingyan during his rebellious period. "Brother, can you stop calling me by my nickname? It's so unpleasant!"
The army officers all laughed at him, saying that he was the eldest daughter of the Mu family and wanted to come to the military camp.
He was so angry that he started to fight with those people. Why was Mu Jingyan so tall and tall while he was so thin?
But this doesn't stop him from respecting his brother.
In the entire Mu family, only Mu Jingyan recognized him.
He was born to a woman from Hualou. The Mu family refused to let him enter the Mu family tree because of his unknown origin and identity. That year he had just learned to walk and babbling.
No one wanted him, so his mother left him at the door of Mu's house, asked for a large sum of money, and left.
Only Mu Jingyan stepped forward curiously, pinched his cheek, and said, "Kid, you can follow me from now on."
In Mu Di's memory, Mu Jingyan was always tall.
He is his own god and his only belief.
After being imprisoned by the barbarians for more than ten years, his only belief was that his brother would come to save him.
Definitely.
"Brother, Tongtong's eyes hurt so much..."
"Brother, Tongtong's throat hurts too..."
"My whole body hurts."
When he was a child, Mu Di liked to pester Mu Jingyan, and would cry out in pain whenever he bumped into him. This is why Mu Jingyan never allowed him to leave the camp or go to the battlefield.
Later, he begged hard, and Mu Jingyan agreed to lead 30,000 troops to transport grain and grass. This was the safest escort plan...
But he messed up. He was ashamed of Mu Jiajun and Mu Jingyan.
"Brother, I was wrong."
His breathing became heavier and hotter, and Moody thought that he was probably going to die in the snow.
His body had begun to stiffen, and he tried his best to crawl forward, but he didn't have much strength left.
"General..." Qi Shaocheng chased after him on horseback. Looking at the blood on the ground, his heart felt as if someone had cut it out with a knife, and it hurt terribly. "There..."
Qi Shaocheng saw Mu Di unconscious in the snow.
But he didn't dare to admit it.
He couldn't see Mudi's face clearly, but he could only see the body huddled in the snow, crawling forward desperately.
In such a cold winter, he only wore thin and tattered single clothes, his hair was messy, and his whole body was stained with blood, like a walking zombie crawling out of a pile of dead people.
Mu Jingyan's throat hurt so much that he turned over and dismounted.
With eyes burning, Mu Jingyan walked forward step by step, but his fingers were clenched so tightly that they almost broke.
His eyes were red, and Mu Jingyan's breath was trembling and burning.
He didn't dare to think about it, or even recognize it.
Moody followed him when he was three years old, and he raised him in the palm of his hand...
He is not willing to let him lose a hair, who dares to hurt him like this...
Mu Jingyan will definitely destroy his entire clan.