Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 415 Broken Sleeve Emperor VS Cold General 01
Rumbling war drums, exciting cheers, and battle flags fluttering in the bitter cold wind.

When Man Luo woke up, what he saw was the ancient battlefield with rolling yellow sand, and tens of thousands of soldiers could not see the end at a glance.

At this time, she was sitting on the horse in armor and silver, and beside her was a general with a solemn and handsome face.

[Di, found the target of the raid - Mo Lan. 】

When the reminder sounded, Manro's eyes lit up looking at the general.

Mo Lan was keenly aware of Man Luo's gaze, and he turned his head to look over. When meeting Man Luo's direct gaze, his long brows were tightly frowned: "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

The tone was obviously not very friendly.

Manro blinked, a little confused.

The target of the raid actually called her Your Majesty?

Could it be that she is the emperor this time, but she is obviously a girl.

Taking a step back, even if she is the emperor, shouldn't she point out the country in the court, how can she be reduced to go to the battlefield in person?

It won't be... I'm on the imperial conquest!

Man Luo's mind was in a mess, but seeing the imminent stance on the battlefield, there was no condition for her to receive the memory well.

Her confused appearance was captured by Mo Lan's eyes, and the man looked at her even colder, as if looking at a large cancer.

This is the battlefield, a place where thousands of lonely souls are buried, and they may die if they are not careful.

But this little emperor of theirs was not enough to harm the ministers in the capital. Hearing that the Huns were coming from the frontier, he insisted on conquering the Huns himself to fight against the Huns.

If you want an emperor who is pampered and pampered in the palace, even if he has the kung fu of a three-legged cat, he has never seen blood, and he has never experienced the cruelty of the battlefield. Letting him go on the battlefield like this is definitely a life-threatening end.

But now everyone in the court has their own thoughts, and no one refute the little emperor's decision.

So there was the present scene, the little emperor went to the battlefield with him.

This also meant that he not only had to fight in battle, but also to protect the little emperor's life while fighting.

If they protect it, their Zhen'an army will be safe and sound, but if they can't protect it, the entire Zhen'an army will be responsible for the death of the little emperor.

At that time, there may be more soldiers who died because of the company than those who died on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, the man wished he could immediately pack up this ignorant little emperor and throw him back to the capital.

But the king's order cannot be violated, he is just a general, and there is nothing he can do about it.

At this moment, the drums of the two sides were suddenly excited, which was the signal to go to war.

Seeing the dense enemy army rushing towards him, Mo Lan immediately gathered his mind, and in just a moment, his eyes changed.

The already cold eyes in the ink became colder and sharper, and a cold and murderous aura overflowed. He glanced at Man Luo beside him: "Your Majesty, rush to kill in a while, please follow me closely."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Man Luo to answer, he pointed his gun at the enemy and shouted in a thick voice, "Kill!"

Following his order, deafening shouts of killing rang out in unison.

Seeing Mo Lan rushing towards the enemy, Man Luo rode his horse and followed closely behind.

The cold wind blew on the face, and the original owner's delicate skin was hurt by the blow, but Man Luo narrowed his eyes, and the smile on the corners of his lips grew bigger and bigger.

No matter what the situation is now, since it is on the battlefield, then do what should be done on the battlefield.

The speed of the war horse is not comparable to that of ordinary horses, but in an instant, the two armies clashed.

Mo Lan was the first to fight.

Wherever Changsha passed by, there were wailing everywhere.

But he kept paying attention to Manro's movement from the corner of his eye.

　I finally got to a new plane, this time I must write longer (make a fist!)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)