The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 292
Half an hour after the battle, although the camp on the bank of the Maga Gehe River did not have a commanding soldier to inform the main camp of the Twelve Divisions of Xueyuan about the enemy's attack, the flames in the sky were enough to attract the attention of the main camp.

When the scouts came, they hurried back before stepping into the place where Yan Qing set up an ambush.

Not long after, the Xueyuan army rushed in, and then the soldiers of the big battalion broke through, and the troops located between the two battalions could no longer retreat.

In the wind and snow, the sound of whistling suddenly rose.

The ambush rises, the cavalry gallops, the heavy weapons rush into the formation, the cavalry sweeps the formation, and the short-bladed spear kills the enemy and breaks the formation.

The heavy snow fell, unable to cover the bloody corpses all over the ground, and unable to suppress the strong smell of blood.

Hungry wolves and vultures were watching outside the battlefield, waiting for a full meal.

This battle didn't last long, and when the sun was high, it gradually died down.

The snowfield army in the big camp by the Magagehe River only fled sporadically, and followed the fleeing snowfield army back to the main camp.

The ambush soldiers guarded the gate, and when the large troops who dismantled the camp came, they made dumplings for the fleeing army and chased the enemy's main force for three miles. Call back the soul hidden under the murderous heart.

Yan Qing stood on the battlefield with a spear, and she didn't know how many horses she had changed in the battle, and she didn't know whether it was from the enemy or teammates, and they all died in battle.

The red armor was stained with blood and smeared with snow, which also dyed the snow into a blood red color.

Watching the soldiers clean the battlefield and listening to the soldiers report the casualties, Yan Qing took off the frayed gauntlet in his hand. However, Yan Qing took it into his bosom.

She was born with greater strength than ordinary people, and the wooden handle spear could not withstand her strength. Her brother specially found someone to forge the silver spear for her with soft silver and refined iron.

The silver gun mixed with soft silver is far superior to the wooden handle spear in terms of toughness and force, but it is also easy to shake the hand, hurt the tiger's mouth and is easy to drop, so dark lines are engraved on the handle to increase the grip.

She has used this gun all year round, and her palms and tiger's mouth are thick with calluses, but it can't withstand high-intensity battles.

He casually tore off the battle robe and cloak and wrapped it around his hands, the bandages stopped the bleeding, and also temporarily replaced the hand guards, so that the gun body would not freeze in the wound on the palm.

That's what she did when she first came to Northern Xinjiang, whether it was in her previous life or this life.

But there are more Guo Jia in this life, she seems not to see the injury on her hand, or out of guilt and gratitude, she secretly embroidered this hand guard for herself.

The workmanship is not too fine, but it is a heart.

After listening to the soldiers' report, Yan Qing ordered to return to the camp after collecting all the corpses of the enemy and our soldiers.

mind...

Walking among the army returning to the camp, Yan Qing put one hand on his heart.

Through the cold red armor, she couldn't feel her heartbeat, but the expression in her eyes changed a little, and she looked back at the battlefield just now.

The beasts and raptors who were waiting for a full meal failed to fulfill their wish, but they did not disperse. After the people left, they came up and licked the blood-stained snow.

Humans are fighting for survival, fighting and fighting for their lives; animals are also trying to survive, hunting for it.

Withdrawing her gaze and returning to the camp with the army, she suddenly figured out something, or should I say let go of something.

The world is already suffering, why bother to suffer.

Back in Daying, Yan Qing directly handed over the aftermath to Qi Wei, and rode his horse back to Jingcheng City Lord's Mansion.

The snow has stopped, but the wind is still there.

In the small yard where the snow has not been swept, Meng Shulan set up a small table, boiled tea, and sat by the table. There was an incense table on the table, and a long box for offering.

Yan Qing, covered in red armor and blood stained with frost and snow, stepped in from outside the courtyard, leaving a series of black and red mottled footprints on the snow.

Raising her hand to make a pot of hot tea, Meng Shulan held the tea above her head with both hands before getting up, "Congratulations on your triumphant return."

Yan Qing took a sip of the tea, sat down opposite him, raised his eyes, and met his four eyes.

"If I restore the country, what should you do?"

"To the Lord."

Yan Qing asked hesitantly, but Meng Shulan answered affirmatively.

Yan Qing stretched out his hand to open the long box, but what was placed in the long box was not Xiyan's Guoshu, but the imperial edict of Wu'an.

After being stunned for a moment, Yan Qing still took out the imperial edict, unfolded it, and quickly scanned the content above, his eyes flickering slightly.

"The imperial edict has no owner. The first emperor once said that whoever holds this edict is the emperor."

Meng Shulan never missed the slightest change in her expression, "If you restore the country to Xiyan, you will be the Empress Xiyan. Based on this edict, you will be Emperor Wu'an, and you can be justified in attacking the thieves. All the people in the world will obey."

Yan Qing stared at the imperial edict for a moment, then curled his lips suddenly, looked up at him, and closed the imperial edict in his hand, "There are better ways to use it."

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he looked straight into those eyes, his thin lips were slightly pursed, a little wild hope arose in his heart, but he clenched his fists tightly in the end, not daring to think about it, fearing that the joy would be empty.

However, the person on the opposite side was holding one end of the scroll, and handed the imperial edict to him, his eyes were frighteningly bright on his blood-stained, frost-stained face.

"I invite you to share this world, do you dare to accept?"

A clear and cold sentence, as indifferent and casual as if saying that today is suitable for walking in the snow and looking for plum blossoms.

He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, but he saw the person across from him put the imperial edict on the table, stood up and leaned over the table and stared condescendingly into his eyes, without any joke, "I want you to stand side by side with me .”

A voice like a breeze fell into his ears, light and weightless, but it set off a stormy sea under his calm appearance.

After being stunned for a moment, he finally came back to his senses, lowered his eyes, smiled slightly, and raised his eyes to meet her gaze, "I know that you want to use my identity to block the mouths of those pedantic people. Orthodoxy takes as much neutrality as possible for its own use..."

"Do I have to have such an excuse?"

Yan Qing interrupted him, making Meng Shulan stunned again.

Clenching his fingertips tightly, his face was calm, and the hoarse words he spit out while rolling his Adam's apple revealed his nervousness, "This is not an excuse. You just always think about the overall situation..."

Having said this, he suddenly heard a soft sigh, which made him swallow the rest of the words, pursed his lips and stopped speaking.

After a moment of silence, he heard a sigh-like smile above his head, "I finally decided to take this step forward, but are you planning to retreat?"

Meng Shulan was startled, took a deep breath and raised her head, tracing the outline of her eyebrows and eyes.

Yan Qing, who had just experienced a fierce battle, was really in a state of embarrassment, his face was covered with bloodstains here and there, and the rest of the place that was not covered by the frost and snow was beaten into a dark purple white, only his eyes were as clear as the sky moon.

This time, the appearance was the same as when we saw her at the beginning of the year. When she protected herself and escaped from the bandit village, even though she was in a mess, she was so bright that people couldn't bear to look away.

The first glance was shocking, and then the soul lingered in the dream, slowly plotting, until now...

She finally took a step towards herself, but he didn't dare to respond.

"I'm afraid it's my wishful thinking."

Even if he has been wishful thinking for many years.

It was also because of wishful thinking for too long that he dared not answer, "I'm afraid, this is just a dream."

(End of this chapter)