Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 807 The pit is 149 meters deep and feed him well (8)
The most important thing is that Song Ao doesn't remember seeing him at all.

He had a rare serious face, "How did you recognize me?"

Wan Yanxiu was taken aback, "You forgot?"

forgotten?Seeing his weird expression, Mo Jiu also had a heart to gossip.But at this time, there were countless soldiers surrounding him, it was not the time to reminisce about the old days, especially this kind of "reminiscing about the past", it was entirely possible that it was Wanyanxiu's trick, he was delaying his escape.

Thinking of this, Mo Jiu's face darkened, "Wanyanxiu, stop talking nonsense, if you fall into my hands, you can admit it. Don't say you know the little prince, even if you know Emperor Nanrong, no one can saved you."

Wan Yanxiu looked back at her with a smile in his eyes, but his voice was full of helplessness.

"Xiao Wang is very lucky to be planted in the hands of Juzi."

"Oh?" Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows questioningly, "I'm so lucky? That's good, hurry up and tell your people to stop, so as to save a few deaths. Otherwise, if you continue to kill, both sides will suffer, and there will be countless casualties. You are still a failure, what is the point?"

Hearing her half-true, half-pity, half-damage words, Wanyan shaved his face without changing his face, only looked at her with complicated eyes, and smiled faintly, "As a soldier, death in battle is a worthy death. I am not afraid of death, my subordinates Soldiers are not afraid of death."

What does he mean by saying that, if he is caught, it will not affect the situation of the battle?Mo Jiu chuckled, "I'm really sorry for the lord, I, Mo Jiu, never do useless work."

After finishing speaking, she stopped arguing with Wan Yanxiu, and quarreled with him, and directly let Song Ao escort him, passing through the crowd of soldiers who surrounded him, and walked up the hillside where they had ambushed before.

Looking at the battlefield where the sound of killing was so loud from a distance, Mo Jiu took out a whistle and blew it with a "chu".

The whistle was sharp and piercing.

After a few whistles of "juzu", they successfully attracted the attention of people on the chaotic battlefield.The crowd looked over in unison, and Mo Jiu in men's clothes stood on the slightly curling hillside.

Her loud voice pierced through the gunpowder smoke and spread into the formation, "The soldiers are all on the lookout! Your prince has been captured by me. Put down your weapons and surrender immediately. This may save your life! Otherwise, today's North Bank Ferry , is your tomb. Why bother?"

Juan Bing stared at her angrily.

In her hand, it was indeed their prince Wanyanxiu.

...a warrior whom they regard as a god's residence.

How could she kidnap him without knowing it?
The crowd was in an uproar, screaming everywhere.

At this moment, several Jubing soldiers died under the sword of Nan Rongbing because of the momentary hesitation and nervousness.

The howling of a person on the verge of death is the most frightening.

Mo Jiu got goosebumps all over the ground and yelled at Xiao Qian.

"Marshal, if you surrender, you won't be killed!"

Xiao Qian stood on the horse, looking at the heroic woman on the hillside, stood motionless for a long time, then pursed his mouth, raised his arms, and with a gloomy and cold face, he shouted sharply: "Stop!"

As soon as Nan Rongbing stopped, the captured Pian Bing naturally ceased fighting.

A bloody battle seemed to disappear in an instant.

"Woo!" Mo Jiu felt that she had immeasurably meritorious deeds, but after doing such a great thing, her back was a little wet with sweat.

Silently glanced at the Pian Bing and Nan Rong Bing who were surrounding them, she raised her chin slightly, swept towards those people, and shouted loudly: "If the Ping people lose, they will lose. Have a bit of a temper, don't play tricks on me. Still Yes, your prince is now my captive, don't try to rescue him, otherwise, I will kill him."

Su Bing really stopped.

Mo Jiu glanced at Wanyan Xiu, then smiled softly, "But don't worry, since he is mine, I will naturally raise him well."

When she came out, the loudness shook the sky, causing the audience to exclaim.

Today's Wanyanxiu is wearing a bright battle armor, a finely embroidered cloak, a tight waist, jade belt boots, a straight nose, a bit arrogant, a bit arrogant, and even more handsome.

Could it be that Mo Jiu has taken a fancy to him?

You know, they almost paid homage to church?

Nima, is this a war or a marriage grab?

Everyone slandered in their hearts and discussed in low voices, but Wan Yanxiu looked at her strangely for a moment as if struck by lightning, with a wicked smile on his lips.

"How are you going to feed me?"

Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes and sneered strangely, "Take you to the sky and make you comfortable."

Wan Yanxiu was startled, the corners of his lips twitched, and he showed a sloppy smile, "Xiao Wang is waiting for the little lady to show mercy."

Mo Jiu raised the corners of his lips, turned around and left with his hands behind his back.

"Little prince, take him and follow me."

"..." Song Ao spat, "Which one is the prince?"

On the battlefield in the distance, Xiao Qian's black eyes were slightly closed, full of dangerous light.

(End of this chapter)