One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety-Nine: Fa Xu Pei, the First Princes to Kill (69)

"My lord—"

Li Yun looked in the direction of the sound in surprise, only to see Jiang Pengji wearing plain white pajamas and a large, elegant cloak over her shoulders. His brows and eyes are much softer than in the daytime, his black hair is shawl, and his pajamas are stained with sticky red blood, giving him a faint glamorous Rakshasa flavor.

He held a jet-black scabbard in his left hand, and a long knife with a narrow, straight blade that was as bright as snow in his right hand, and the blade was still dripping with blood.

There is a little blood flowing from the faint cloud pattern on the blade, which makes people breathe hard for no reason.

Li Yun just called out Jiang Pengji's identity, and immediately cursed inwardly.

as expected--

Regardless of the injuries on his body, Xie reacted quickly and stabbed Jiang Pengji with a gun.

The silver-white gun body drew a dazzling light in the air.

Xie Ze's spear skills were excellent, he deflected several soldiers blocking Jiang Pengji's body with his deft strength, and the spear point hit her directly between the eyebrows. Li Yun followed closely, but Xie was so explosive that he completely gave up his life, even if he was stabbed, he couldn't stop him.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, too fast for others to react.

Jiang Pengji was not in a hurry, her calm eyes could not stir up any waves.

She turned the long knife over, received Xie Ze's blow with all her strength with the scabbard, turned around and volleyed, and stepped on the spear head with her long legs.

Pushing hard under his feet, Xie felt an unshakable force hitting the gun body heavily, forcing him to fall forward hard.

"Han Mei, what are you doing in such a panic?"

Jiang Pengji snorted lightly, but her feet did not relax.

Because of the posture of holding the gun and falling to the ground, most of Xie's arm was crushed under the gun, and Jiang Pengji stepped on the body of the gun. He was so suppressed that he couldn't move. Of course, the people around him didn't give him a chance to fight back. In the blink of an eye, several long knives were placed on his neck——

Li Yun was so frightened by the battle just now that his face turned pale, and he quickly retracted his gun and pleaded guilty.

"I don't blame you—get up quickly! Instead of pleading guilty here, it is better to kill a few more enemies and make up for it."

Jiang Pengji lowered her head and glanced at the bloody Xie Ze, there seemed to be a faint blood in her eyes.

But her expression was too calm, and others couldn't read her mind.

Ordinary people can't read it, but Wei Ci can.

He rushed over panting, and when he arrived, the soldiers had already bound Xie Ze's hands behind his back, and he was tightly tied up.

"My lord—"

It wasn't just running too fast or something, Wei Ci's cheeks were very red, and his ears were congested with blood, so red that it was clear.

"There's such a panic outside, why aren't you waiting in the tent to run out?"

With a bang, Jiang Pengji retracted the Zhanshen Long Saber into its sheath, and looked at Wei Ci disapprovingly.

The enemy attacked the camp and the situation was chaotic, even she couldn't guarantee Wei Ci's safety 100%.

Wei Ci said, "My lord is in danger, how can there be any reason for Ci to shrink back?"

"Turtle?" Jiang Pengji thought of something, and chuckled softly, "You're speaking right now."

Wei Ci unapologetically showed embarrassment.

Without waiting for others to react, Jiang Pengji said to the soldier, "Take care of this man, don't let him die."

Li Yun said, "Here!"

As the person who left, Li Yun suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the clothes of his lord and Wei Ci.

well--

Why does the cloak on the lord's shoulders match the clothes on Zixiao so well?

one set of?

This thought disappeared in a flash, and the surrounding battles drew his attention back, and Li Yun didn't continue to dwell on it.

The night attack was so powerful that it did bring a lot of losses to Jiang Pengji, but it didn't hurt her nerves yet.

More than an hour passed, and the enemy soldiers were dead, wounded, and captured. Jiang Pengji sat in the temporary main tent and listened to the post-battle report. She had already changed the blood-stained cloak, everyone present was a smart person, if she had worn the cloak just now, everyone would know that their lord shamelessly went to attack Wei Ci in the middle of the night and failed, it was shameful. As the protagonist, she can't meet people in pajamas.

To tell the truth, if it wasn't for the time when Han Yu attacked Tai Tai at night, maybe Wei Ci would have been taken care of by her right now.

Jiang Pengji's mood was always clouded, and the atmosphere in the tent was oppressive and heavy.

"Where did these sneak attack soldiers come from?"

Jiang Nongqin didn't have a night patrol task today, so he took a rest early.

The enemy suddenly attacked at night, and before she had time to put on her armor, she picked up her weapon and killed the enemy, her eyes turned red during the melee.

"This is a situation that Han Yu prepared early in the morning. I'm afraid he started planning it as soon as he entered Shanweng City." Yang Sidao, "Si sent people to torture the prisoners, and the conclusions they got also confirmed this speculation. Han Yu ordered the elite to pretend to be deserters. Use this to avoid the eyes and ears of the scouts and lower the vigilance of our army."

With the stalemate between the two armies, the deserters gradually increased from the original three or two kittens. The number was not too small but not too many, all within the budget of Yang Si and others. Because of this, everyone didn't turn their suspicious eyes on the deserters for the first time——

"Sneak attack on the camp of the Chinese army—the plan is quite beautiful!" If the lord was not in the camp and possessed super martial arts, Han Yu might have succeeded in this attack. There are three advantages and two disadvantages, and I will definitely kill that Korean thief myself!"

Yang Si shuddered suddenly when she heard her voice with ice slag.

He dared not doubt the authenticity of Jiang Nongqin's words.

Jiang Pengji sat at the head and said, "It's a good thing that Han Yubing is taking risks, because he has already shown his last bargaining chip."

There were tens of thousands of ambush soldiers attacking the camp tonight, all the best, which meant that the guards inside Shanwen City were very empty.

"All generals rest for a while." Jiang Pengji sneered, "When dawn breaks, break the city!"

Everyone said, "here!"

There was still more than an hour before dawn, and Jiang Pengji asked them to go back to sleep and recover their spirits before fighting against the mountain urn city.

But these people just went through a scuffle, one by one seemed to have been beaten up, how could they still sleep?

During the night attack, the rookie Bo Ning showed the demeanor of a veteran. If he hadn't responded in a timely manner and organized a defensive counterattack, the casualties of our army would have been even greater. This made others more affirmed by Wei Ci's shovel - if it really went down with a shovel, all the people dug up were talents.

"Just now—my lord is wearing your clothes?"

Bo Ning leaned over to Wei Ci and asked in a low voice.

Wei Ci staggered, almost falling off the ground.

He resolutely denied, "It's a black light, you're wrong."

Bo Ning curled his lips and clicked his tongue in disgust.

He was not the only discerning person, and no one else raised any objections, so it could be seen that the person next to him really had an affair with his lord.

Bo Ning said meaningfully, "You have to work hard—"

Although he is a newcomer, but the protagonist's age is similar to his daughter, Bo Ning can't help but take the role of the old father, secretly worrying about the protagonist's next generation. Among the princes in the world, which one is still desolate at this age? Without the young master, they felt uneasy.

Wei Ci: "..."

The army is ready to go, waiting for the first ray of sunshine at dawn.

The atmosphere in the urn city was so solemn that water dripped out, and Han Yu stayed up all night with his eyes open.

Standing on the top of the wall, seeing the enemy camp burning from a distance, his heart rose to his throat.

succeeded?

Still failed?

Han Yu was tormenting and tumbling inside, like a piece of fresh meat tumbling in a frying pan.

Until daylight broke and the enemy troops lined up neatly around the mountain urn city, he knew that the situation was over!