"You don't want to die on the same day as me?"
Xiao Nanhui was about to cry, "Your Majesty, please stop teasing me. Your Majesty is the true dragon emperor, with an age as long as heaven and earth. You have gods and Buddhas to protect you..."
Su Wei scoffed, "There's no one else here, so why bother making excuses?"
Xiao Nanhui was speechless again.
"They are all mortal bodies, so why do they use the name of God?"
She thought for a moment, then finally shook her head and said, "Although we are all born human, our destinies are different."
The man seemed to laugh softly, but disappeared in an instant.
"In your opinion, should I die here?"
She regained her timid look and rubbed her hands: "Your Majesty, I am terrified..."
However, before she could finish the second half of the sentence, a dull thud was heard on her left, and at the same time, the entire carriage shook slightly.
Xiao Nanhui trembled all over, and quickly held the flat string across his chest, protecting the person in the dark behind him, then reached out to check the left side of the car wall.
"Don't panic, it might just be a stray arrow."
Just as Su Wei finished speaking, there was another "bang" sound.
This time, she saw at a glance the dense arrow clusters that emerged from the wood of the carriage wall.
"Oh, it seems not."
He smiled, a smile that didn't have much meaning, but it created a strange sense of dislocation with the current situation.
"Your Majesty, please be silent. I want to hear the noise outside."
Her tone was unprecedentedly serious, and she looked like a hound that had smelled a bear, with the hairs on her neck standing up.
The jet-black feathers on the side banners of the carriage hung low and motionless.
On this windless and sunlightless morning, all movements can only be judged by sounds.
Finally, the sound of fighting came closer and closer in the fog.
If the sky were brighter, people might be able to see that the mist was dyed red by the splattered blood.
Even in such a gloomy sky, people could not resist the smell of blood rushing deep into their nostrils.
However, compared to the sense of oppression brought by this sensory experience, a struggle that no one can express but is buried deep in the heart is the emotion that permeates the hearts of every Tiancheng and Bijiang general and soldier.
The 100,000 troops that Bai Heliu took away were originally Tiancheng soldiers. Most of them were not Nanqiang people at all. Some of them even grew up in prominent families in Quecheng. They were the handsome young men who once sought warmth in the red-light district and drank and sang at night.
But now, more than ten years have passed, and half of the young men stayed in the capital, became famous in official circles, made achievements on the battlefield, and have become the pillars of defending the country today.
The other half of the passionate young men who were once dressed in fine clothes and riding horses have been chilled by the wind of Suyan. They were forced to settle on land that did not belong to them, and gradually they also had a new home that they wanted to defend.
Now, they have to take up weapons to fight against their enemies, their former partners, and the shadows of their old dreams.
Defending the territory and pacifying the four directions is an unshakable belief, just like the sharp sword in their hands, which can only point to the direction of expedition.
There is no room for pardon or forgiveness for the crime of treason, just as there is no turning back for every step they take with their horses' hooves.
The haze of the solar eclipse is gradually dissipating, and light is slowly returning between heaven and earth.
The clanging of iron hooves was like water falling into the sea, the earth trembled slightly, and then the shouts of killing reached the sky.
The official fight has just begun.
Su Wei's carriage was carefully placed in an inconspicuous corner, which was the safest place in Lu Songping's deployment this time.
However, the outer perimeter could not withstand the relentless fighting for half an hour, and gradually, infiltrating enemy troops began to break into the surroundings. Xiao Nanhui, sitting in the car, could clearly hear the sound of swords piercing flesh and bones.
Bai's cavalry were furious, seemingly aiming to kill every last one of the Tiancheng soldiers. After a group died in battle, another surged forward, all determined to fight to the death.
It was this isolated existence that made it impossible for the Bai family to break through for a long time. The enemy troops surrounding them increased in number, and finally attracted the attention of a pair of eyes among the enemy.
Those were a pair of jackal's eyes, with small and cramped pupils, appearing ferocious and cold under the large area of white.
This is Kui Lang, one of the four riders of the Bai family.
This person's background is similar to Mo Chunhua's, both of them are of mixed blood of Tiancheng and Southern Qiang. The difference is that he grew up in Bijiang and has hatred for Tiancheng in his bones.
Kuilang drew his gun and a string of blood flew out. He flew up from the horse's back, stepping on the heads of soldiers along the way and charging towards the baggage cart.
They say that the Emperor Tiancheng is not good at fighting. Could this be...
He would not allow himself to make random guesses and was determined to verify it himself.
He was good at using the horse lance, and his moves were very domineering. The archers deployed by Shika Songping lost their advantage in close combat, and the originally tight and ingenious defense line was torn into a big hole.
His premonition grew stronger, the murderous aura brought on by the smell of blood gradually spreading into a surge of excitement. He wanted to pluck out the heart and liver of that damned emperor and expose it to the statue at Sanmu Pass, to see if any celestial being dared to set foot in the Azure Frontier.
After overturning several carriages and horses in succession, his lance became increasingly adept. The next second, the sharp, eight-sided spear tip pierced the door panel of a carriage. He paused and reined in the horse.
The feeling is different from just now.
Although it was only a brief feeling of stagnation, he was sure that the walls of this carriage were different from the previous ones.
A playful smile appeared on his face. He twisted his forearm hard, and with a "click", a hole was split open in the door panel of the carriage from the outside. A piece of wood chip flew out and hit his right eye.
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