Chapter 1866: The rest of my life is filled with panic
Murong Lan spurred his horse into a gallop. About five miles ahead, the sound of killing shook the earth. At least more than 100,000 soldiers were fighting desperately, and on the ground by the river, large areas with footprints were mixed in.
Among the hoof prints, it leads to the front.
Murong Lan frowned, dismounted and looked at these footprints. What was obviously different from the footprints made by wearing military boots was that these footprints all had traces of toes, obviously without shoes, and there was a smell of black rot.
The juice was spilled everywhere, making people vomit, and some even flowed into the Hutuo River on one side, causing dozens or hundreds of fish, with their white bellies turned over, floating on the surface of the river, making people look distraught.
Murong Lan gritted her teeth and murmured: "Is it still too late? Is it still too late?"
She turned around and jumped back on her horse, and was about to ride forward again. As soon as she climbed over the mountain ridge in front of her, the battlefield on the Baisi Plain was right in front of her. She was about to start, but she only heard a deafening sound.
A loud noise came from the battlefield ahead, and groups of firelights rose into the sky, making the dark night sky brighter than ten thousand suns. A huge black, mushroom-shaped cloud of smoke rose up.
It rose from the ground and went straight into the sky. Wrapped in this cloud of smoke and dust, there were clearly many body fragments of men and horses. They even burned into a ball in the air, turned into ashes, and scattered all over the ground.
Murong Lan opened her eyes wide. This shock caused the internal organs between her chest and abdomen to shake. The extreme discomfort made her almost vomit. There was a roar between her ears. She opened her eyes wide, opened her mouth, and relaxed.
There was huge pressure in the abdomen, and what came along with the huge explosion was like chanting sutras, a dull and low-pitched song of Agan, mixed with cries and screams, resounding through the night sky.
Murong Lan murmured and opened her mouth: "Could it be, is this Black Fire?"
Qinglong's metallic voice sounded in a dense forest on one side: "Princess Lan, we meet everywhere in life. I am here and have been waiting for you for a long time!"
Murong Lan's eyes widened, she turned her jade wrist, and pulled out the snowflake iron knife in her hand. In response to her scream, "This is all your conspiracy, I will kill you!"
She whined and screamed as she rode her horse into the forest. However, in the open space in the forest, there were two people standing side by side. Next to Qinglong was an old man with white hair and wrapped in a cloak.
Her falcon-like eyes stared straight at Murong Lan, and a magnetic and magical voice sounded in her ears: "Princess Lan, nice to meet you."
Two days later, Zhongshan, Yan Kingdom Hall.
Murong Bao was leaning on the dragon chair in despair. He had completely lost his energy and energy. His face was full of fireworks. His left arm was wrapped with a thick injury band. He was very different from the high-spirited man two days ago.
The Emperor of Dayan was a completely different person compared to the other two, and the many civil and military officials of the Yan State standing in the hall were all silent, lowering their heads and lowering their hands. A dull and strange atmosphere permeated the entire hall.
Shangshu Feng Yi, a thin Han man in his fifties, sighed and said: "Your Majesty, the work of sheltering the army has been basically completed. Anyone who does not come back at this time will probably not come back to Zhongshan City again. Twelve
Thousands of infantrymen and 37,000 cavalry went out, but less than 20,000 came back."
Murong Bao closed his eyes in pain: "How could this happen? How could this happen?!"
Murong Nong looked angrily at Murong Lin, who was standing opposite with a bruised nose and face, and said in a deep voice: "His Royal Highness, King Zhao, do you have anything to say?"
Murong Lin opened his mouth and murmured: "The sky is going to kill me, Dayan, what else can you ask me to do? First those immortal monsters, then the black fire thunder, then the Wei army's infantry and cavalry attack, all the ambush troops came out, you and me
You are lucky enough to be able to save a life. Thinking about the more than 100,000 brothers we have who cannot come back, what else do you have to say?"
Murong Bao gritted his teeth and sat up straight: "Where is King Fan Yang? How is he doing now?"
Feng Yi said: "After King Fan Yang rescued His Majesty, they stayed behind and waited until His Majesty was out of danger before they forced a breakout. Although they suffered heavy losses, with less than five thousand soldiers and horses escaping, they still returned to Yecheng.
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Murong Bao quickly asked: "Just what?"
Feng Yi's eyes sparkled with tears: "It's just that now our army has been defeated miserably, and the connection between Zhongshan and Yecheng has been cut off. The last news I received is that King Fan Yang has returned to Yecheng, and there will be no further follow-up."
Murong Lan's voice rang out from His Highness: "Your Majesty, it's better to worry about your own good. Our army suffered a disastrous defeat in the battle at Baisi. We lost all our field strength in the battle. Your Majesty will decide where Dayan will go!"
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Murong Bao perked up and quickly jumped up from the dragon chair. He looked at His Highness and saw Murong Lan, dressed in silver armor and with a white filial belt wrapped around her head, walking in slowly. There was a hint of calmness in her expression.
Although he is sad, there is an indescribable calmness that is enough to make people feel at ease.
Murong Bao almost cried: "Princess Lan, aunt, I, I thought I would never see you again in this life! They all said, they all said that you disappeared on the battlefield, never again...
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Murong Lan shook his head: "I haven't finished my work yet, but I believe that Dayan's energy is not exhausted. If God really wants me, Dayan, to perish, then what will happen to His Majesty, King Zhao, King Gaoyang and the other pillars of the country?"
Will he escape back? Your Majesty, the situation is not desperate. Helan Lu and his five thousand soldiers also broke out and joined forces with King Fan Yang and rushed to Yecheng. Lu Pu and his son also escaped from there.
There was a big fire, and now I have returned to Youzhou to meet your son Murong Hui. Now whether Zhongshan is to fight or defend, you need to make a decision early!"
Murong Bao hesitated: "Are these true? Aren't we at the end of the road yet?!"
Murong Lan said seriously: "No, Your Majesty, you still have a chance, and Dayan still has a chance. There are still 60,000 soldiers and horses in Zhongshan City, and there are more than 10,000 armored cavalry. Whether it is defending the city or breaking through to Dragon City, there is a chance.
, As for King Fan Yang in the south, your Majesty can no longer count on him. Please issue an edict to allow King Fan Yang to cross the Yellow River south and seek refuge in Qingzhou."
Murong Lin's expression changed: "Auntie, what do you mean? Qingzhou is now the territory of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Do you want us to start a war with the Eastern Jin Dynasty at the same time?"
Murong Lan sighed: "This is the only way now. King Fan Yang can no longer defend Yecheng, and it is impossible to move closer to the north. He can only cross the Yellow River south and enter Qilu. Fortunately, the Eastern Jin Dynasty is currently in civil strife and has no time to take care of Qilu.
As long as King Fan Yang occupies the land in Shandong, His Majesty can buy time to retreat to the north, and this is the purpose of my return!"