The little queen is soft and sweet

Qin Xiaoyan stared coldly at the leading general and was confronting him. When he heard the roar, he looked up and saw a huge night owl whirling past, covering the sky and the sun.

All the troops were stunned for a moment, and when they were in a daze, there was a sudden sound of horse hooves. I don't know when it started.

Everyone heard the sound and looked around, only to see a circle with blood splashing red in the sky, and in an instant, a black shadow flashed past.

As the round ball with splashes of blood fell to the ground, all the troops could see clearly that it was actually the head of their leader. His expression and face were still the same as when he was alive, lifelike...

Instantly, all the troops were in an uproar. Before they could react, several soldiers surrounding the carriage had their heads and bodies separated, and their heads rolled all over the ground.

"Follow me!" The young man put away his halberd and whipped his whip.

Qin Xiaoyan was stunned on the spot. Before he could react, he heard a cold voice from a young man in his ear.

Then a whip hit his ears, and the horse under him suddenly started running. In an instant, he couldn't care about anything else. He hurriedly pulled the horse's reins and kept up with the murderous figure in front of him.

When Qin Xiaoyan stabilized the horse and looked next to him, the carriage from the mansion had also followed. On the carriage was the groom who was also busy controlling the reins.

Behind them, the main force of the Pioneer Battalion, which was parked a little further away, finally realized that although the group was leaderless and chaotic for a moment, the lieutenant general had quickly taken over the flag and ordered all the troops to go forward to pursue them.

Wei Zhuling glanced sideways at the pursuers who were already moving behind him, his icy eyes focused deeply, "Oh, I thought all the soldiers in the capital were just idiots. It seems that this imperial army in the capital is well-deserved."

Qin Xiaoyan was shocked when he heard the young man's cool and arrogant banter in the wind.

"Go against the wind, pull the rope!"

"Ah-"

Following the young man's command, Headwind suddenly swooped through the enemy troops, disturbing the enemy's horses and frightening their horses. After a quick chirp, he suddenly turned sideways and disappeared. If a few people in a fast-moving cavalry team fall off their horses, the whole team will be disturbed and their horses will fall off one after another, which will shake the morale of the army first.

Before the chaos in the cavalry subsided, those at the front suddenly screamed and stopped their horses, causing the vanguard to kneel down in large numbers.

At this time, the headwind suddenly flew out from the side again, entering the formation to disrupt the situation, causing it to fly around randomly, and then turned sharply when a soldier hit it with a knife, killing each other.

The flying eagle enters the battle and fights against the enemy.

This is Mobei's style of play. It can't do the maximum damage on the dirt road next to the mountain, but it is enough to give these imperial guards who have never seen it a drink.

As a big tree nearby broke down, the vanguard passed by the corpses of the same soldiers, and finally was able to rush forward again. However, what came face to face were several crazy horses running in the opposite direction. It was the same ones who had been there earlier. The horses of the soldiers who were killed near the carriage were driven back by Wei Zhuling's swords.

It flew into the sky against the wind and disappeared in an instant.

When Crazy Horse was killed again, and after a huge chaos, the horse formation was already in disarray, as if it had experienced a big battle.

When the brand new horse starts chasing forward again, is there any sign of the carriage ahead? Even the flying owl has disappeared.

The new captain took over the flag and could only give orders to chase the carriage in the direction it left.

This time on the road again, the disgraced troops no longer had the arrogance and underestimation of the enemy as before, and took out the rigorous formations they should have in war.

No one was there, but they didn't even see the shadow of that person, and they were made disgraced. It was simply a fantasy, a shame and a huge humiliation!

In front of them, Wei Zhuling was still racing along the mountain road with Qin Xiaoyan and the carriage of the Duke of Xiangguo. The headwind had already caught up with him, and he followed behind them. Occasionally he stopped and hovered for a moment before catching up again, but he didn't. Howl again. (End of chapter)