(ten)
Sunge pretended to count with his fingers, and said seriously, "That's right, believe me, good luck to you."
Being able to pinch and calculate is a necessary means to deceive and deceive people in the world.
It doesn’t matter if it’s accurate or not, the posture must be correct.
This is one of the principles summarized in the Lord God’s personal statement.
Lu Lingxuan's face was dark and her life was at stake. There was no need for the young man to play such a childish game.
His Royal Highness, the dignified Crown Prince of Northern Qi Dynasty, turned into a magic stick. It was such a bad idea that he couldn't agree with it.
"Your Highness, are you serious?"
Lu Lingxuan asked relentlessly.
Sunge nodded, "More real than pearls."
"Sister, the key to the Battle of Luoyang lies in Jin Yong City."
"Jin Yong's city is destroyed and Luoyang is in danger."
"The difficulties of Jinyong City will be solved, and the problems of Luoyang will also be solved."
"Sister, calm down."
She traveled all the way to Luoyang just to witness the miracle of King Lanling breaking through the siege of ten thousand people with 500 cavalry under the cold moon.
After all, hearing is false and seeing is believing.
For Lanling King Gao Changgong, the meaning of the beauty's early death is far more familiar to future generations than the battlefield fighting that he never lost in his life.
Gao Changgong left endless reveries to future generations.
They come, the security.
Now that she has become a high-ranking person, she always despises the pointlessness of escaping. She has never been a person who feels sorry for herself.
Rather than waiting for death in troubled times, she prefers to carve out a new path in desperate situations.
Gao Changgong was her choice.
The Gao family is a rare normal person.
Besides, now I can only try my luck.
Duan Shao, Hu Luguang, and Gao Changgong each led an army, and the fight was so dark that it was so difficult to join forces.
Maybe it was like a headless fly that got into the encirclement of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
For both public and private purposes, Jin Yongcheng is the most suitable choice at the moment.
"Then I'll listen to His Highness." Lu Lingxuan thought for a moment, gritted her teeth, and said with determination and ruthlessness, "Go to Jinyong City."
Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth is in the sky, fight for it.
Sunge admired Lu Lingxuan's decisiveness very much.
Such a person not only has plans and calculations, but he can also make decisive decisions when necessary, which is really not easy.
The guards acted upon the order without any doubt.
Your Majesty has given an express order to escort the Crown Prince, and the Crown Prince's orders will be followed along the way.
Sunge, Lu Lingxuan and their group were nesting on the hill outside Jinyong City, watching the movements at the bottom of the mountain, waiting for opportunities to move.
The setting sun dyed the sky red like blood, and also dyed the ancient city wall riddled with holes. Under the constant impact of trebuchets, the city wall was crumbling.
The sword arrow was wrapped in linen and kerosene, and the sound of breaking wind continued, densely piercing the sky. The sky-high firelight carried a pungent stench and flew past the few soldiers with bruises on the city wall.
The huge siege hammer hit the iron birch wooden city gate. The city gate swayed and was about to collapse. It seemed that the last line of defense of Jin Yong City would be broken through by the Northern Zhou Dynasty in the next second.
There were wailings and screams, and from time to time, soldiers in armor would fall down from the city wall and die violently. After being trampled, they would become a puddle of mud.
Sun Ge closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened her eyes. She didn't know when the divine soldiers would arrive, but she couldn't just sit back and watch.
The blood stains that fainted when the soldier fell to the ground were like demonic sounds, constantly tormenting her.
Jinyong City was besieged for a long time, with supplies and grass cut off, and heavy casualties. However, no one from the generals to the soldiers deserted the city and abandoned the city. It seems that as long as the last person is still alive, Jinyong City will always be the Jinyong City of the Northern Qi Dynasty.
The city defenders were desperate and tragic, looking forward to the possibility and waiting for reinforcements to arrive.
Perhaps, what Jinyong City needs most at this time is a ray of hope, opening a hole in the despair and death that has shrouded it for many days.
"Are you afraid of death?"
Sun Ge stood up, raised her head, and looked at the hundreds of guards neatly guarding her. Her voice was low, but her fighting spirit was high.
These hundreds of guards are well-equipped and have shining armor. They are all personal guards that Gao Zhan painstakingly trained when he was still King Changguang. They are capable of defeating ten of them one by one.
These hundreds of people may not be without their strength.
"At your disposal, His Highness."
The captain of the guard held his hand, neither humble nor overbearing.
Sunge raised his hand and then dropped it. Hundreds of guards, armed with spears, rushed down the mountain road in unison on war horses.
"Your Highness!"
Just when Sunge was about to rush into the battlefield with the guards, Lu Lingxuan held her shoulders tightly.
Lu Lingxuan shook her head without any doubt, "Your Highness, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall."
"Besides, you're still a child now."
An eight-year-old child is like an ant in the eyes of those powerful men on the battlefield.
The sword has no eyes, and the horse's hooves fly around.
Sun Ge raised his head and said, "Sister, there has never been a gentleman in the Gao family."
"No, there may be someone, but it's definitely not me."
In the Gao family of the Northern Qi Dynasty, the only person who could be called a gentleman was Gao Changgong.
"His Royal Highness is the crown prince of Northern Qi and the future king of Northern Qi."
Sunge stepped on the stirrup and got on the horse.
Sitting on the majestic horseback is a young man with red lips, white teeth and picturesque eyebrows. He is strange but can't help but be stunning.
Sunge's ears twitched slightly, and his face looked happy. "Also, the magic weapon that His Highness is waiting for has arrived."
"Sister, just think of this battle as a new chapter between you and me, and a new chapter for Northern Qi."
Lu Lingxuan and a young waiter were the only ones left in the empty mountain col, looking at each other in silence.
"Children are fearless, why should you and I be afraid of death?"
She and His Highness have already been linked by fate.
Lu Lingxuan followed Sun Ge, drank softly, and headed towards the battlefield.
Today, she is not a palace slave or a county monarch, but a heroic female general.
The wind rustled, and hot blood sprayed on his cheeks, blurring his vision and losing his consciousness. He mechanically waved the long sword in his hand.
Gao Changgong, the King of Lanling in white clothes and silver armor, was stunned for a moment when he looked at the fluttering and rustling royal flag on the battlefield from a distance.
His Majesty's bodyguard?
Is it possible that His Majesty is here?
Gao Changgong had no time to think and led five hundred cavalry into the Northern Zhou encirclement by surprise.
With the halberd in hand, he lifted it up and swept it across, unstoppable.
Everywhere he passed, there were corpses of enemy soldiers. It was true that one man could block the barrier and no one could open it.
The fang mask stained with blood became even more ferocious and terrifying.
At this time, Gao Changgong's evil aura was frightening, as if he was an evil ghost from the underworld seeking life, which made people frightened.
The Northern Zhou offensive was blocked and the situation was in chaos.
Among the arrows and rubble, Gao Changgong was like a god of killing, leading the charge into the battle, which forcibly made the Northern Zhou soldiers feel heartbroken and couldn't help but want to retreat.
Aren't the soldiers of Northern Qi afraid of pain or death?
First, a group of guards with high martial arts skills and extraordinary skills, holding high the Northern Qi King's flag, rushed out unnoticed and broke up the formation of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Then, such a large killing god wearing a fang mask rushed out and passed by with a long halberd. No one alive anywhere.
It would be ridiculous for anyone to come, surrounded by thousands of people, just torn apart by Qian Qi.
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