Yu Jun

Mo Lingfeng rolled all over the ground with the strong wind, his eyes were full of sand and dust, his mouth and nose were closed by the wind, he was helpless, he couldn't see or hear where You Muqing was.

The stones fell one after another, and she grabbed the dead horse by the bridle, trying to shrink her body behind the horse as much as possible.

At this moment, another hand also stretched out from the yellow sand and grabbed the stirrup.

Mo Lingfeng squinted his eyes, and in the strong wind, he could barely see this dark hand clearly. He didn't wear armguards, and the sleeves were filled with wind. Half of his arms were exposed, with veins floating on them, and his fingers were tightly clasped on the stirrup. It seems to be standing up.

A gold captive!
Mo Lingfeng grabbed the bridle with one hand, pulled out the sharp knife, and struck out suddenly, nailing the back of this hand instantly.

When the sharp knife pierced the back of this person's hand, she also let go of the bridle and rolled with the wind.

The owner of the hand was caught off guard, and with a wail of "Ah", in a hurry, he let go of the saddle, and pulled out the sharp knife with the other hand, and immediately there was another shudder of pain.

The hot blood splashed with the wind, and the wound was immediately covered with yellow sand. He threw away the sharp knife, curled up on the ground, hid the injured right hand in his abdomen, and gritted his teeth to tear off a piece of sleeve. There was a booming sound in the middle, and when it rolled on the spot, a big rock fell to the ground with a "bang" at the place where it stopped just now.

He was lying on the ground, almost deformed by the wind, the arrow wound on his left leg was still aching, the shaft of the arrow had been broken by him, and the arrowhead was still inside, and now there was a new wound, his face turned pale.

When he was frightened, he suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance from the tip of his nose, and without thinking, he immediately raised his right leg and kicked to the side.

Mo Lingfeng's exclamation was swallowed by the wind, he was hit hard on the side of the waist, his back rubbed against the ground, and he slid sideways and hit a piece of wood.

The wood has been exposed to the sun for a month, and it was broken by the wind. It is already covered with many cracks and branches. Fortunately, it was blocked by the battle armor, so it was not injured, but the internal organs were shaken violently.

She squinted her eyes, coughed, let the wind blow her involuntarily, and rolled forward a couple more times.

The person who kicked her leaned on the ground with a knife, limped on one leg, and walked forward, catching Mo Lingfeng with the smell in the wind, and drew his knife to cut, but the person lost his support and immediately fell to the ground.

He decisively threw away the knife, squinted his eyes to identify Mo Lingfeng's direction, then grabbed Mo Lingfeng's feet with his left hand, dragged Mo Lingfeng to him, straddled her waist with difficulty, and pinched her with one hand. Xiang Mo listened to the wind's neck.

Mo Lingfeng immediately twisted into a living dragon, raised his hand and threw it at his right hand - his right hand was bloody and bloody, hanging by his side, when Mo Lingfeng punched him, he immediately cried out in pain.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Lefeng flipped him to the ground, pinned him to the ground, and punched him twice in succession.

The two wrestled together, but added weight, so they didn't have to be blown away by the wind, and when the two faced each other, Mo Lingfeng could see this person's face clearly.

It's that Sheng Qiang who looks like Wu Jin!
And Zell opened his mouth, and looked at this enemy, lunatic, and devil in disbelief—could this be a test given to him by God?

Mo Lingfeng's fists were originally violent and aimed at his sore spots, but after seeing his face clearly, he held him still and said in a low voice, "Mohula."

As the voice fell, the wind gradually weakened, and the whistling sound on the Hengshan Mountain also weakened, but the dust that was raised could not fall down for a while.

Zell only saw that Mo Lefeng opened his mouth, as if to say something, but the raindrops of fists stopped, and he immediately grabbed a sharp broken branch with his left hand, and raised his hand to fight back.

However, before he could stab Mo Lingfeng, Mo Lingfeng had already grabbed a piece of gravel and slammed it on his head.

Zell loosened his clenched left hand weakly, and there was a golden star in front of his eyes. He vaguely saw Mo Lingfeng standing up unsteadily, lifting a big rock and throwing it at him.

He was already powerless to dodge, the sky of life pulled down at this moment, and death enveloped him. However, after this moment, he did not welcome death, but clearly felt a sharp pain.

With a "click", the calf bone of his right leg was broken in two.

With a scream, he sat up abruptly. At this moment, a short man rushed over and pinned him to the ground. With his back pressed against the ground, he heard Mo Lingfeng speak: "Keep alive."

He moaned vaguely, desperate as if resigned to his fate.

While holding Jin Lu on the ground, You Muqing turned around and asked Mo Lingfeng: "Are you okay?"

Mo Lingfeng waved his hands and said, "It's okay."

As soon as the wind weakened, the battle ended quickly. Although Mo Lingfeng and his party were ashamed, they won a complete victory and evacuated from Hengshan.

There was still a road in Hengshan when we came, but when we left, many trees had fallen on the mountain road. The horses brought by the cavalry and the captured horses were all stumbling, and people could only lead the horses.

You Muqing carried a bloody prisoner on his back, turned his head and glanced at Mo Lingfeng, and saw that Mo Lingfeng was covered in ashes, with sweat on his forehead, his expression was neither sad nor happy, his phoenix eyes were half closed, as if he was sleepy.

He glanced at the only prisoner, but couldn't see anything unusual, and thought: "Fortunately, this kid was injured by an arrow, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

Mo Lingfeng was indeed sleepy, and when he returned to Gaopingzhai, it was already the next day's time.

Last night when Mo Lingfeng and his party attacked Jinlu, they saw fire in Gaoping village and quickly opened the city gate. Yin Nan, Xiao Dou, Chang Long and Feng Fan each led a battalion, rushed out of the village and killed a Having fun, and when the strong wind came, he decisively returned to the village and closed the city gate tightly.

Chong Jiaqing patted Mo Lingfeng on the shoulder to show his appreciation, and as a result, countless yellow sand fell down.

Chong Tao jumped out from the side with his head, and handed Mo Lingfeng a hot handkerchief: "General Mo, why is there a Sheng Qiang?"

Mo Lingfeng took the veil, wiped his face, and ordered him to find a place to detain the prisoners of war, count the horses, and after Zhong Tao took the order and left, she celebrated to Zhong Jia: "I saw the eagle."

She spread her arms: "It's so big, it can catch a sheep."

Chong Jiaqing only cares about the war, no matter whether the catcher is a vulture or a demon, it is not enough to make him feel turbulent, frowning perfunctory: "It's strange."

Mo Lingfeng blinked his eyes, felt that he was playing the piano to the cow, swallowed the rest of the words, bowed his head and walked away.

She went all the way back to her room, asked Yin Nan to bring water to take a bath, then sat in the chair by herself, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of cold water, and drank one cup.

Putting down the teacup, she bent down and took off her boots, which poured yellow sand all over the floor, then curled up one leg, kicked it on the chair, took off her socks, changed the other leg, took off her socks, stepped on the ground barefoot, and took off her socks. With the heavy armor on his body, he took off the shoulder knife, took off the pocket, and yawned hugely.

The hot water came quickly, she took a bath and changed clothes, and put on a light gauze shirt, with homely satin shoes on her bare feet, her wet hair was scattered, her sleeves were rolled up, revealing half of her arms, with several large bruises on them.

Yin Nan brought in a large bowl of noodles in mutton soup, steaming hot, she picked up a chopstick and blew on it, and put it into her mouth.

I don’t feel hungry when I don’t eat, but once I eat, the feeling of hunger suddenly sweeps over, and only food is left in my mind and eyes. (end of this chapter)