The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 242 The battlefield, that is her world (3)
On December 23, the Turkic army broke through Jinzhou, and Fengqing's army was forced outside Luling.

On December 24th, Qianjiangguan Road was infested with bandits. General Tali led the Turkic army to borrow the way from Langya Mountain in the south of Qianjiang River. bright red.

On December 25th, blood flowed into rivers in Luling, and the entire Turkic army was wiped out. The 20 army was buried in the hands of one person, the dead princess Rongjiu.

A few strokes in the history books, how many wars and flames have been carried, how many loess and bones are piled up in these few strokes, blood-stained cities, men's battlefields, never a few strokes between the lines, a thought of life and death, a thought Life and death, this is the beauty of the country, blood-stained.

The war between the two countries began in the 28th year of Fengqing Tiansheng. In December, there was a lot of wind and snow.

On December 22, a Turkic army of [-] invaded Lin'an.

Three miles outside Luling, Suli is covered with snow, and military flags are swaying. At a glance, there are soldiers and horses in iron clothes.

The camp tent was opened, the blue clothes were covered with wind and snow, and half kneeled on the ground: "My lord, Lin'an has fallen, the army of Duke Wen of Jin has retreated to the territory of Jinzhou, and the Turks have entered the urn."

A few days before Chen Mu's case, an open flame was lit, which reflected the man's beauty. Holding the pen with his clear pale fingertips, he tapped a little red lips on the paper, brightening the smile of the woman in the painting.

"How much is it damaged?" Xiao Chen asked casually, looking down at the desk, the painting, and the woman's eyes.

Tsing Yi replied: "Five thousand."

There was a slight smile on the corner of Xiao Shan's lips, his eyes softened, and he brushed the drawing paper lightly, his lips parted, as cool as the wind and snow outside the tent: "If you want to break Luling, use Jinzhou as your base, go north to Lin'an, cut Qianjiang from the left, he To make Feng Qing a trapped beast is just too eager for quick success." Putting down his brush, he raised his eyes, his blue pupils bathed in a cold light, shining in the cinnabar. , guard the outside of Luling."

Tsing Yi replied in a deep voice, "Your Majesty."

Feng Qing retreated in a row, retreating again and again, the city was handed over to others, and the 20 army stood still. This time I invite you to enter the urn, which net will I get into?

Outside the tent, Chu Lin was puzzled: "Jin Wengong's 20 army, plus the prince's army of iron guards lurking outside Luling, it is easy to kill [-] Turkic Nanman." After Chu Lin followed Tsing Yi, he was dressed in red iron. Red clothes, that is the symbol of Tieyiwei. At this time, he is a soldier, and his whole body is fierce on the battlefield. ?”

Tsing Yi gazing, eyes full of wind, snow and ice, raised his head to see the banner of Tie Yiwei, his eyes showed the calmness of galloping on the battlefield: "Give up Lin'an and Jinzhou, which are just two empty cities. Xiao Yan wants to give it to him. Luling is for you." Fengqing Pass is guarded by one man, and Xiao Yan wants to trap Fengqing here, but the lord is going to join him in the army instead, telling him to dig a trap and use it as his own grave." With lowered eyes and a deep look, "the battlefield is not endless. In the world of swords, guns, swords and halberds, when marching and fighting, you must be ruthless, and of course, you must be strategic."

Strategy, the prince is enough, what about the ruthless hands?

"Since you want to invite you into the urn, what about Qianjiang, who will guard Qianjiang?"

Tsing Yi looked into the distance, with a smile on the corner of her lips: "I'm afraid the princess will soon arrive at Qianjiang."

Chu Lin suddenly said, "This couple is really really..." Chu Lin was at a loss for words for a while, and couldn't find words to describe it.

One is good at using strategies, and the other is good at using means. These two people hold the world in their hands.

On December 23, the Turks won successive victories, and after Lin'an, another city in Jinzhou was broken.

Outside the city of Jinzhou, the battle of victory and the beating of drums shook the heavens and earth.

"Report!"

With a shocking victory, Xiao Yan dismounted from his horse, his military uniform not stained with blood.

The soldiers preached furiously: "Report to the general, Jinzhou has been broken."

Only half an hour after the start of the battle, the city was shattered, and the autumn wind sweeping the leaves made people panic.

Xiao Yan was slightly depressed, and asked: "How many troops does Duke Wen of Jin have?"

The general replied: "Less than [-], the loss of troops is unknown, and they have retreated outside Luling."

Xiao Yan was shocked: "One hundred thousand, only one hundred thousand. There are 50 troops on the left and right wings, and 30 soldiers in the iron clothes of Xiao Yan. Where are all these troops?"

Beside him, Murong Yaoguang dismounted from his horse, his eyes smeared with madness after the victory: "Fengqing is thousands of miles away from Luling, unless Xiao Sang knew our plan to attack the city in advance, the army would not enter so quickly." He added, "Furthermore, although Luling is easy to attack and difficult to defend, it is not the only pass. The Turks were caught by surprise. It is not surprising that Fengqing retreated steadily."

This assertion is all within control.

The lingering uneasiness could not be resolved. Xiao Yan raised his eyes and looked into Jinzhou, this almost empty city: "It's only been two days, and I have broken two cities. I always feel cheated. Even though we ignited the It’s just that the fire is too strong, I’m afraid.” His tone paused, “I set myself on fire.”

"It doesn't matter if there are two empty cities, and the Turkic army has not lost a single soldier or general. You know the layout of the Fengqing army's defense of the city like the back of your hand. Before that, Fengqing was unprepared in Luling. Fetch things." The city was full of beacon fire, and Yao Guang's eyes were red, and a defenseless woman could have such a murderous look in her eyes, such a dark prey.

"It seems that I only owe Qianjiang the east wind." Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, and in the icy and snowy world, in front of the city, the man's eyes burst into flames.

Yao Guang sneered, seeping through people like ice breaking: "Hang the black army flag on the city wall of Luling in Tali, that's when we will break down." The wind curled up his long hair and danced wildly.

For Feng Qing, for that woman and that man, she could not bear it anymore, it was not because she was dazzled by hatred, but because she was desperate and lonely.

In the final analysis, it was that woman who ignited the flames of war.

The Turkic army settled in Jinzhou, which was only a hundred miles away from Luling. Outside Luling, the iron guards did not move.

Inside the tent, the stove is smoking, and inside the painted screen, there is a stretch of blue color, and there is a table made of heavy wood next to each other. A handsome man is sitting upright, staring at the painting in his hand.

Three days, three full days of painting, every frown and smile in the eyes of the woman is the appearance of that woman, but I can't paint her demeanor, the arrogance and unruly eyes in her eyes.

But half a month later, the lovesickness has penetrated into the bones, and the brows are raised, how can I not be able to enter the painting.

"Why doesn't it look like it? I've painted it so many times." There seemed to be a helpless smile, and the elegant voice slowly dispersed, but it couldn't go away, like a little crimson in the cinnabar between the man's eyebrows.

Well, he thought, she should be in front of his eyes, in his eyes, in his painting.

In the tent, Tsing Yi shook his head.

This is the number one painting, every stroke is so vivid, it has completely painted the woman's appearance, but his master doesn't think it looks like it.

(End of this chapter)