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Chapter Thirty-Seven The Jiangshan Sword Swing
The rain began to pour down again, and Lin Luoyin was still standing there, with the tip of his gun propped on the ground, his eyes sweeping across the crowd, not afraid at all.
The army behind him has withdrawn, and now he is the only one left at the bottom of the narrow Wanfeng Valley to face Pan Ke's thousands of troops.
The encirclement circle is shrinking, and those in the innermost circle have just been killed by him. By coincidence, there are exactly twenty people.
The people in the outer circle were inevitably frightened when they saw this, their steps forward paused momentarily, and the hands holding the knife collectively trembled.
An exhausted tiger is also a tiger. His courage to pick off a stone by himself is enough to make people fear him.
There is no wind in Wandering Wind Valley at the moment, and the atmosphere is stagnant for a while.
Lin Luoyin was still in the same posture, but her eyelashes were covered by the rain, and her eyes were no longer sharp.
Han Lang yawned and became impatient. He took the umbrella from Hua Rong, walked through the crowd and walked towards Lin Luoyin step by step.
Pan Ke was shocked and quickly rode up to catch up. Before he could stop him, Han Lang had already stood in front of Lin Luoyin and stood still, showing his signature playful expression.
"I respect your bravery, but now I grant you permission to fall."
He said this very softly, and the finger he extended was weak, and he just gently pushed Lin Luoyin's forehead.
The wind roared loudly at this time. Lin Luoyin didn't even raise his gun, but he was pushed by his finger. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
He was already exhausted, and just standing on the tip of the gun was already his last strength.
"Take the team back to camp." Han Lang shouted loudly at this time, stretched out, turned around, mounted his horse, came to Hua Rong's side, and picked up his waist.
"Excuse me, Your Majesty, how should I deal with Lin Luoyin?"
When Pan Ke asked this question, Han Lang was reclining in the tent, holding Hua Rong's hair with one hand and playing in circles.
"Mr. Hua, what do you think we should do?" he said after a slight pause, leaning half of his body on Hua Rong's shoulder.
Hua Rong drooped his face and slowly moved his hands: "Your Majesty, I don't like General Lin, I just respect him, just like Your Majesty."
"I asked you what to do with it."
"Your Majesty is wise and your Majesty has the final say."
"I'm asking you now."
"Then as the prince said, his right hand will be destroyed." Hua Rong's gesture was slow and gentle.
"Right hand? Because he uses a left-handed sword?" Han Lang raised his eyebrows: "This is the consequences of betraying me? Okay, I will follow you and be merciful. But this handwho should be abolished?"
Hua Rong paused, spoke slowly, and looked at Han Lang.
"I."
In the end, he gestured, his index finger slightly raised, pointing at the door of his heart.
When the rain stops and the sun rises, the scorching summer sun can burn people's blood dry.
Lin Luoyin opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and then around him, roughly understanding his situation.
This is at Camp Pank. He is now naked, tied to a cross wooden post, and is being burned by the scorching sun.
"The chest, the tiger's mouth there is no part of his body that is not without pain, which means that he is alive, unlike that day when he was wandering in the Valley of the Wind, where he was numb with just one breath.
The sky and the earth were still a little vague, and he still couldn't see the distance clearly. He only heard some noise around him, and there was a person directly in front of him, approaching step by step.
When he got closer, he could see clearly that it was Hua Rong, still wearing green, and her chest was slightly soaked with sweat.
He wanted to speak, but he felt his throat was stiff and he really didn't know what to say.
Hua Rong was silent all the way. When he walked up to him, he first untied the rope on his right hand, then faced the light and unsheathed the long sword in his hand.
In terms of time and distance, it was enough for Lin Luoyin to seize the long sword in his hand, take him as a hostage and escape.
But Lin Mutou was Lin Mutou. From the beginning to the end, he would only look at him, purse his cracked and bleeding mouth, and say: "How are you?"
Hua Rong almost vomited blood and could not think of anything else, so he had to turn the sword sideways and put it on his right shoulder.
This time Mumu enlightened and finally said something clear: "Han Lang sent you to kill me?"
Hua Rong didn¡¯t answer, just looked at him.
Lin Luoyin was sad, nodded, and said after a while: "I know what you mean, I am suitable for the world, not party struggle. But the world is so small, what's the point of going alone"
He would never say this sentence in normal times, but if he said it at this time, he was already sure that he would die.
&nbsLong? "
The deputy general bent down: "The current situation seems to be favorable to Pan Ke. But after all, our numbers are absolutely superior, and Pan Ke's side is short of food and grass. As long as we can survive this battle, there shouldn't be a big problem."
"How long can you last without salt and leader?"
"Yes, so when things are settled in the imperial city, the Duke will definitely send us troops to reinforce."
"Imperial City things should be settled here." Mo Zhe narrowed his eyes when he heard this and stretched out his hand to rein in the horse.
Sure enough, news about the Imperial City has come.
The emperor has issued a decree to pass the throne to Han Yan, and all objections have been suppressed by Han Yan himself.
This world now has the surname Han.
"Then where is theEmperor?" After expressing his loyalty and congratulations, Mo Zhe added: "The world is uncertain now, so the Emperor had better treatthe Emperor well."
Zhou Huaijing, the Sky Blue Emperor, now has the name "Xian".
Things in this world are indeed unpredictable.
The visitor paused and said, "The late emperor is still living in Youzai Hall. Don't worry about this general. The emperor has something to say, and he wants the general to lead the troops in two groups, one to go to the outside of the city for reinforcements, and the other to still garrison the imperial city."
Mo Zhe said that he obeyed the order, and then the man gave alms and left.
The deputy general was eager to try on his horse and asked for orders: "How about I let my subordinates lead the troops and go meet Pan Ke and Taifu Han outside the city for a while?"
Mo Zhe remained silent, as if he was still waiting for some news.
After a while, someone rode a horse to report that there was a letter to be presented to the general.
When the envelope was opened to reveal the first word, Mo Zhe recognized it as the handwriting of fleeting years.
The news he had been waiting for had arrived.
"Come back with me. I will make detailed arrangements on how to divide the troops." Finally, he reined in the horse and spoke loudly on the horse.
After eating eighteen glutinous rice cakes as a midnight snack, the old prince burped in bed with satisfaction.
Zhou Jing on the side reluctantly rubbed his stomach for him and curled his lips: "The current situation is in chaos, and everyone is eager to please the new master. Dad, you are so good, you are pretending to be sick, pretending to be sick, and even pooping I'm here to accompany you, what kind of medicine are you selling in the gourd!"
"I don't sell any medicine. Han Yan will not be our new master. The new master of this world will soon be you, my Jing'er."
The old prince turned over and sat up, his hands still holding his belly, but his eyes were no longer dull, and he saw the sun shining through the clouds.
Zhou Jing paused, his jaw almost dislocated.
The old prince smiled and got out of bed.
A life-and-death battle between Han Yan and Han Lang is inevitable, and both sides will suffer losses.
The Yueshi army is gathering momentum on the border.
And the elite soldiers he had stored in Cardinal City, a hundred miles outside the city, were ready.
The country of Yuezhi is suffering from bitter cold and drought. He often takes risks and invades. It¡¯s not that he has any ambition, but he just wants some rich water and soil to feed his people.
This is the deal between him and Yuezhi.
The Yuezhi helped him seize the throne, and in return he cut off the fertile land of three continents and ten cities.
The arrow is ready to go, and he is getting closer and closer to his goal.
"You don't need to understand anything Jing'er." Thinking of this, he straightened his back and stretched out his hand to make an empty fist. It was as if those glorious past were being held in his palm again, making him feel energetic again: "You just need to wait. What's next? The country the Father has prepared for you.¡±
At the same moment, the imperial city was in chaos. Mo Zhe, who had always been idle, finally came in handy.
Some of Han Lang's remnants waved flags and wanted to fight out of the city to join Han Lang Panke.
They were just a mob, and within two hours Mo Zhe had put down the chaos and surrounded and captured everyone.
The deputy general who was leaving the city to reinforce the troops had also rushed outside the city at this time. A large flag with the word "Mo" was flying in the wind, and he was about to meet up with Lin Luoyin's tribe.
When he learned the news, Han Lang was awakened from a dream in the middle of the night. He put his ear to Huarong's heart and listened attentively for a while.
"I don't think you're normal. How can anyone's heart beat so slowly?" After listening for a while, he said, and poked Hua Rong with his finger.
Hua Rong woke up and squinted his eyes: "Your Majesty, if you want to do something to make your heart beat faster, please do it yourself. There is no need to make excuses."
The tent door had already been opened before the sound left, and Pan Ke came to report in person, with just a few words: "Reinforcements over there have arrived."
Han Lang paused for a moment, then rubbed his fingers in circles on Huarong's jaw.
"Wait for me. Soon I will turn around and make your heart beat out of your chest."
After saying this, he stood up, followed the old rules, wore a robe and armor, and walked out the door with bare feet and a lewd look.
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Han Lang: Dear readers, please wait and see. Xiami calls suave and promiscuous people invincible. Only after seeing Taifu Han can you understand that handsome can be so specific! !
Officer: ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ Qi Fu, we have seen Tai Fu Yu's body. The biggest feeling is: people are like iron rice and steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry. So, ah, so, the lieutenant-general who knows nothing about food and taste is the only one who has a purple steak (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com