After the Xixia army was destroyed by Ye Qian Longxu, Queen Xiangyi of Xixia formed a revival army. The cow lowered its head and entered the tent like a quail. After entering, it didn't even dare to raise its head. The reason for this is partly because of Aunt Xiang's intimidation; partly because of a guilty conscience.
In Aunt Xiang's tent, there is a dressing table. The most dazzling thing on the dressing table is not the various rouges and gouache on the table, nor the row of seven dazzling combs, but a half-person tall bronze mirror. Under the candlelight, Aunt Xiang's figure in the bronze mirror looked particularly clear. Aunt Xiang was holding a comb made of jade and was carefully combing her hair, which had begun to turn gray.
"Tell me, has Yang Dezheng agreed?" Niutou shivered subconsciously when he heard Aunt Xiang's voice. Aunt Xiang, who had her back to Niu Tou, paused slightly in combing her hair, and her eyes subconsciously narrowed into a line. Although the movement of Niu Tou was very slight, Aunt Xiang still observed it through the reflection in the mirror. Niutou whispered uneasily: "Yang Dezheng didn't agree..."
While combing her hair, Aunt Xiang asked softly, "What else is there?" Niu Tou was stunned, gritted his teeth, and denied, "No more." A faint light shone through the slits of Aunt Xiang's eyes, and her eyes also Follow with your eyes wide open.
"Really?" Aunt Xiang asked jokingly. Without waiting for Niutou's reply, she waved her hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work tonight. You can go down first." Niutou hurriedly raised his hands and said, "I'll take my leave first. "After leaving the tent and walking a dozen steps, I was far away from the tent. Niu Tou touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and his back was already soaked. In just a few minutes of meeting, Niu Tou felt like he was fighting on the battlefield.
It can be seen from this that Niutou's fear of Aunt Xiang comes from deep in his heart. Niu Tou's fear of Aunt Xiang comes from the fact that he once witnessed Aunt Xiang deal with a traitor who was a bad person. Aunt Xiang completely inherited the secret skills of the royal family of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and learned some true stories from some of the great ladies in the palace. Her methods of punishing people have reached the realm of transformation.
For example, Aunt Xiang’s favorite steaming torture. Not only can she steam people, she can also cut the steamed people into pieces for bad people to eat. Deep down in Niu Tou's heart, he had classified this woman into the same category as a pervert. This kind of anti-human perverted old woman uses criminal laws that are beyond the scope of human understanding.
The bull head is not afraid of death. But he was afraid of being steamed. To be precise, he was afraid of Aunt Xiang, so he cut off his legs, steamed them, and fed them to himself. Thinking of Aunt Xiang's terror, Niu Tou's pace quickened a little more. In Aunt Xiang’s luxurious tent. After Niutou left for a long time, Aunt Xiang was still sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair.
As she combed her hair, she whispered to herself, "It's rare for a calf to have its own little mind..." After muttering to herself, Aunt Xiang whispered: "Call the ghost to come and see me." She seemed to be talking to the air. Talk. But not long after, a woman with tattoos on her face walked in from outside the tent.
Aunt Xiang put down her comb, turned her head and asked, "Li Gui, tell me the scene when Niu Tou met Yang Dezheng, word for word." The woman who was called Li Gui said in a hoarse voice: "Nu Tou didn't use the meeting. Yang Dezheng, he only met Fan Long, and it was Fan Long who really talked to Yang Dezheng." Aunt Xiang frowned and said, "Tell me, what happened." Li Gui bowed and stood in front of Aunt Xiang In front of her, she told Aunt Xiang the conversation between Yang Dezheng and Fan Long word for word.
When Aunt Xiang heard that Yang Dezheng wanted her head, a cold light flashed in her eyes. "You really don't know how to live or die. Don't think that I don't dare to kill you. All four of you old ghosts go over there and keep an eye on Yang Dezheng for me. If he does anything abnormal, I will kill him for you.
I want him to know that in this world, being strong in martial arts does not mean being able to run amok. " Li Gui nodded silently. After Aunt Xiang finished instructing Li Gui, she narrowed her eyes and said softly: "Compared to Yang Dezheng, I am more concerned about Niutou's abnormality now. According to Fan Long's temperament, he would definitely tell Niutou the contents of his conversation with Yang Dezheng without any secret.
But why did Niutou hide this from Lao Shen? Was it because he cared about his old master and was afraid that his old body would explode and hurt others, so he deliberately concealed the matter? Or does he have other plans? Li Gui whispered in a hoarse voice: "It must be something else..." Aunt Xiang raised her eyebrows and asked: "How can you see it?" "Li Gui said: "With Niutou's temperament, if he cares about his old master, he will not hide this from you. Instead, he will tell you frankly and plead with you. He would even move the princess out to protect Yang Yansi.
He is very afraid of your methods, so even if he defends Yang Dezheng, he cannot go against you. Therefore, he must have other intentions, and his plans are very big. Aunt Xiang nodded and said, "What you say makes sense, then send someone to investigate this matter." Lao Shen wants to see what kind of plot is worth the risk of betraying Lao Shen. "Li Gui nodded silently again. Aunt Xiang pondered for a moment, then added, "After finding out the matter, we will steam him. Give it to all bad people. The war has suffered frequent setbacks recently, and the hearts of bad people are unstable and need to be shaken. "
Li Gui said nothing and quietly exited the tent. But she kept Aunt Xiang's order in her heart. Li Gui is different from other bad people. She and the other three ghosts were raised by Aunt Xiang and trained by Aunt Xiang. They can be said to be the shadow of Aunt Xiang. Their loyalty and execution ability are unmatched by other bad people.
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The next day. early morning. Yang Dezheng, who was still sleeping, was woken up by Ma Mian. No need to ask, the cavalry of the Yeqi tribe is chasing them again. After Yang Dezheng came out of the tent, he immediately directed the transfer of the wounded soldiers. When Yang Dezheng led the wounded soldiers to follow the large army, he felt that the atmosphere in the team was a bit strange.
The hundred bad guys who were originally guarding him have withdrawn, and all of them escorted Chu Xing and Aunt Xiang to their carriages. Replaced by four women with tattoos all over their faces. Yang Dezheng felt danger when he saw these four women. That's the danger of being spotted by a venomous snake. It was obvious that the conditions he told Fan Long last night had reached Aunt Xiang's ears.
Aunt Xiang sent these four dangerous women here to give him a warning. Warn that she is capable of killing him. In response, Yang Dezheng did not respond in any way. From the time he proposed the conditions to Fan Long last night, he had no intention of hiding it from Aunt Xiang. He just wanted to make Aunt Xiang feel the approaching danger and make her be shrouded in danger.
Survival is human instinct. When a life-saving straw is placed in front of you. Everyone who is in danger will try to catch it. Fan Long, who was somewhat paranoid, was unwilling to hurt Aunt Xiang. But that doesn't mean others won't.
Everyone in the Fuxing Army, Niu Tou, the Feng brothers, and even the bad guys who follow Aunt Xiang. Everyone is likely to deliver a fatal blow to Aunt Xiang. This was Yang Dezheng's fatal move against Aunt Xiang. Wounded soldiers of the party are good spreaders of rumors. A new day after the escape ends.
Almost everyone knows one thing. That is to take Aunt Xiang's head, and they will have hope of survival. After the Renaissance Army got rid of the cavalry of the Yeqi tribe behind them. We immediately found a new place to camp. After the Renaissance soldiers, who had fought hard for a day, returned to the camp, they looked at Aunt Xiang and the bad guys differently.
He ran away for several days. The 60,000-strong Renaissance Army has been reduced by half. Now the number of the Renaissance Army is only 31,000. This also includes 10,000 soldiers of the family army. Strictly speaking.
After a long battle, only 21,000 of the 100,000-strong Renaissance Army were dead. For many soldiers of the Renaissance Army, many companions, brothers, and fathers all fell beside them one by one. Their spirits are on the verge of collapse due to the dual torment of exhaustion and the death of their loved ones.
Now all it takes is a fuse to ignite them. Yang Dezheng's words were like throwing out a fuse. The Renaissance Army settled in a mountain forest tonight. It was just dark, and the mountains and forests were quiet. The military camp was also quiet.
The hustle and bustle of the past did not appear tonight. The whole camp feels very weird. There was a faint murderous aura. Yang Dezheng went out of his way today and specifically chose a place to camp on a hill. The wounded soldiers didn't seem to listen to Yang Dezheng's bragging tonight. After nightfall, they all got into the tent one by one.
Although the lights in their tent had been turned off, Yang Dezheng could faintly hear the whispers in the tent. Yang Dezheng stood on the hill and looked at the connected camps under the hill. It was dark and silent. Murder is everywhere. "Tonight's spring breeze is particularly refreshing..." Yang Dezheng smiled broadly as he looked at the two luxurious tents guarding the thousands of tents in the middle. Ma Mian was behind Yang Dezheng and scratched his head blankly.
The four ghost girls stared at Yang Dezheng with flickering eyes. Yang Dezheng turned his head, looked at them, and said with a smile: "The scenery tonight is destined to be wonderful. You also saw the danger, so you wanted to kill me. Then go down to help?"
Hearing this, the four Li Gui girls had no reaction, and Ma Mian quickly blocked Yang Dezheng. Li Gui, one of the four Li Gui girls, said coldly: "Everything happened because of you. As long as I kill you, everything will calm down." "Hahaha..." Yang Dezheng laughed loudly: "The general trend is, even if you really kill Even if you kill me, nothing will change. Aunt Xiang will definitely die tonight, and she will die miserably."
Li Gui squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Aunt Xiang has no plans left, nothing will happen. Don't think that you can take advantage of Aunt Xiang by provoking the three Niutou people. Just the three of them are useless, and they are no match for Aunt Xiang. ." Yang Dezheng shook his head and said: "Is this a policy without legacy? If it is truly a policy without legacy, the Southern Tang Dynasty will not be destroyed. If it is truly a policy without legacy, Queen Zhou will not be humiliated and die."
Yang Dezheng pointed to the bottom of the mountain and said: "Take a closer look. Are it really only the Niutou three who took action? They are ambushed on all sides and surrounded by enemies. Everyone in the camp at the foot of the mountain wants to get the head of that old woman Aunt Xiang and sacrifice it. Give it to me in exchange for a chance of survival." Li Gui's pupils shrank and he shouted sternly. "Kill him." She had already deduced it from Yang Dezheng's words.
From the beginning to the end, Yang Dezheng was not planning for someone to kill Aunt Xiang. He was inciting everyone to take action against Aunt Xiang. Ambush from all sides. Aunt Xiang must die. The only solution for now is to kill Yang Dezheng, and then quickly take Aunt Xiang and Princess Xing to escape before the battle at the foot of the mountain begins. At this point, it would be a joke to talk about controlling this army.
Because Dezheng has controlled the hearts and minds of this army. Faced with the attack by the four Li Gui men, Yang Dezheng was not afraid at all, and he didn't even have the intention to take action. Ma Mian stood in front of Yang Dezheng with a nervous look on his face. Just when the daggers in the hands of the four Li Gui were about to reach Yang Dezheng.
Suddenly, the sound of bowstrings vibrating came from the tent behind them. Arrows shot out from the tent one after another. No matter how good the martial arts of the four Li Gui were, they were shot dead on the spot. The party members in the tent are really ruthless. Almost dozens of arrows were shot out together. Some arrows even flew past Yang Dezheng.
"Kill!" After a round of arrows was shot. The party members in the tent came out of the tent with long knives in their hands. He pounced on the only other two people left. Li Gui and the other ghost were decisive enough. After discovering the attack on the wounded soldiers, he decisively gave up the target of Yang Dezheng and began to clear out the wounded soldiers together. "Whoosh whoosh~" The two fierce ghosts were like two butterflies flying among the wounded soldiers.
All the wounded soldiers who were injured by their daggers fell to the ground without exception. "It's poisonous... No wonder when I'm targeted by them, I always feel like being targeted by a poisonous snake..." Yang Dezheng sighed and shook his head secretly. The two Li Gui men killed people very quickly. In just a few breaths, more than a dozen wounded soldiers fell to the ground. It's not that their martial arts skills are so impressive.
Mainly because the poison on their daggers is poisonous enough. "I can't explain to Fan Long if I continue to be killed like this by you." Yang Dezheng originally did not intend to take action, but the casualties among the wounded soldiers were too great, so he had to take action. He remembered that some of the wounded soldiers had a good relationship with Fan Long. Since he wants to regain Fan Long, he cannot leave a knot in Fan Long's heart.
He casually grabbed a large gun from a wounded man. Yang Dezheng raised his gun. "Let's go..." "Whoosh~" "Pfft~" The big gun flew out and pierced Li Gui's chest. Li Gui's eyes widened and he glanced at the big gun on his chest in disbelief. "Come again." Another big gun was thrown. Another ghost also died under Yang Dezheng's gun. It has to be said that Yang Dezheng's shooting skills are average, but his throwing skills are top-notch.
It is not an exaggeration to describe it as almost perfect. After taking care of the four ghosts, Yang Dezheng handed over the important task of cleaning the battlefield to the wounded soldiers, and he himself turned his attention to the foot of the mountain. Because through the moonlight, he saw three groups of people quickly approaching the middle tent. Niu Tou, Feng Lin, and Feng Hui each led a force of a thousand soldiers, all of whom were trusted followers they had cultivated in the past two years. Three thousand people gathered in front of Aunt Xiang's tent and quickly surrounded the tent.
"Breathe~Breathe~" The night was surprisingly quiet. They could hear each other breathing. The three bullheads looked at each other and nodded to each other. Feng Lin held the knife and growled, "Do it." The three men each led their troops and rushed into the tent. "No one?!" After entering the tent, the three people found that there was no one in the tent. "Niutou, you stay and lead people to search the tent carefully." Feng Lin left Niutou behind, took Feng Hui out of the tent, and then rushed into the tent next to the newly awakened tent.
The tent where I woke up was also empty. "He ran away?" Feng Lin frowned and asked Feng Hui. Feng Hui shook his head and whispered: "I don't know." Feng Lin narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Spread out the troops and search carefully. Once you find someone, take action immediately." Three thousand troops were searching carefully in front of the tent.
At this time. Yang Min stumbled over with blood all over her body. As she sprinted, she shouted loudly: "We've fallen into a trap. Aunt Xiang has discovered our conspiracy and is coming with the bad guys' men." Feng Lin quickly ran over and helped Yang Min up. .
Yang Min was obviously seriously injured and her face was a little pale. She asked in confusion, "What should we do now?" Feng Lin asked his men to help Yang Min up. He said in a deep voice to Feng Hui and Niutou who hurried over: "It's over. Now, we have no way out. Now that she has discovered our conspiracy, we can't leave her alone."
After Feng Lin said this, Feng Hui nodded firmly. Niutou was a little hesitant, but nodded in agreement. The three people touched where Yang Min belonged. Before they left the tent, they saw Aunt Xiang, wearing armor and holding a sword, majestically leading a group of bad guys to kill them.
Aunt Xiang changed from her usual daughter's clothes and put on a suit of fish scale armor, which glowed with a layer of gold and iron texture under the moonlight. Seeing the four Niutou people, Aunt Xiang stopped. She held her sword and glanced at the four people with a half-smile. "Okay! You are a bunch of little wolf cubs that have not been raised well. If I hadn't taken you in back then, you would have been nothing. Now that your wings have grown stronger, you actually dare to go against me."
Aunt Xiang's voice rose a few degrees and she said coldly, "You're just looking for death." Feng Lin and his four men, together with their subordinates, stared at Aunt Xiang warily. Now that things have happened, Feng Lin no longer has to kowtow in front of Aunt Xiang. He stands upright, and the tip of the long knife in his hand is pointed directly at Aunt Xiang. "Old man, don't make it sound like you have been wronged a lot. You only took us in because you thought we were useful. So you kept us, trained us, and became knives in your hands.
Everything you do is just for your own selfish desires. In your eyes, we are just tools. Taking us in is as easy as going to the blacksmith and getting a sword. Aunt Xiang stood on her head with her eyebrows, and shouted coldly: "Those who betray the Lord dare to speak nonsense." Aunt Xiang turned to ask the bad guy behind her, and said, "Tell me what should be done to those who betray the Lord." "
The bad guys all gave a cold shout. "Kill." The loyal villain had a murderous intention, and even his voice contained a hint of murderous intent. Aunt Xiang nodded with satisfaction, then stared at Feng Lin and the four of them proudly, and said: "You bitches, kill you, and then I will kill Yang Dezheng. I want you to know who is in charge of the Renaissance Army." "Feng Lin held the long knife tightly and sneered: "It's useless to talk more."
"Kill!" was ordered. Feng Lin led three thousand troops and rushed towards Aunt Xiang. Aunt Xiang sneered and roared: "Leave no chickens or dogs behind." The bad guys behind her swarmed up. The two sides quickly fought together.
Yang Min was seriously injured and had been carried away. The only three people leading the army were Niutou, Feng Lin, and Feng Hui. All three are highly skilled in martial arts. After bumping into a bad guy, he started fighting hard. Aunt Xiang, protected by a dozen bad guys, stood outside the battle circle and watched coldly.
In the battle circle. Although Feng Lin and the others caused a lot of harm to the bad people. However, the soldiers and horses under their command are no match for the bad guys. Although not all bad people are masters, everyone is carefully selected by Aunt Xiang. Their skills are all extraordinary.
It took a full stick of incense to kill. The soldiers and horses brought by Feng Lin and the others injured nearly a thousand people. As for the bad guys under Aunt Xiang, the number of people injured was just over fifty. Feng Lin looked at it with a solemn expression. It's not okay to go on like this. According to the proportion of battle losses, if they continue to consume like this, they will definitely lose. "Boom~" He defeated a bad guy.
Feng Lin quickly found Niutou and Feng Hui. The three of them were back to back, fighting while listening to Feng Lin's words. "Brothers, there is no way to continue like this. The soldiers and horses under our command are no match for bad guys in one-on-one situations. Their advantage is their martial arts skills, and our advantage is the large number of people. We must find a way to use our advantages. ." "Military formation." Niutou spat out two words in a hurry. Feng Lin and Feng Hui looked at each other and nodded.
Feng Hui hurriedly said: "Yang Dezheng once said that no matter how strong a person is, he can never be an opponent of the army. It is not because there are many people in the army, but because the army can coordinate the use of military formations to integrate offense and defense. Even if there are more than ten Soldiers who are not skilled in martial arts can form a military formation, but they can also cause harm to people with strong martial arts skills, and even kill them."
What happened after all, let’s see what happens next.
