Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 849: The Pit is 158 Meters Deep (1)
It was not yet dawn, and the light rain in Jinzhou City had just stopped overnight, but the grass and trees on the river bank were completely soaked in rainwater, and the road leading to the pier was also muddy.Soldiers, horses, and chariots stepped on the road, "chucking, chirping", and mud came out, splashing the grass on the side of the road and covering it with a layer of yellow mud.

Nan Rong's army boarded the ship one after another, and the Pioneer Battalion took the lead to cross the Han River last night. At this moment, paddle steamers parked on the pier, connecting with the river, it was extremely spectacular.The common people who had something good to do got up early and hid from a distance to watch the grand event.The Han River was rushing, and the breeze was blowing. The Nanrong Forbidden Army lined up in two cases led to the ferry in an orderly manner, with great momentum, but without the slightest noise.

Xiao Qian took a crucial step in his expedition to the north.

The life and death of the future is unknown, and everyone's heart is heavy.

Xiao Qian rode on a green horse with heavy armor on his body and a helmet on his head. He stood high on a huge boulder by the Han River, watching the boats sailing in the Han River, and the soldiers marching silently on the bank. There was no movement in the middle, only the cloak on his body was tumbling.

——"Do you believe me?"

--"letter."

——"Xiao Liulang, don't you have anything else to say to me?"

--"wait me back!"

——"The last time I ask you, can you let me go with you?"

--"Can't."

--"I see."

——"What did Ah Jiu understand?"

——"When you love someone very much, he will not love you so much."

Amidst the lingering wind, he had a hasty conversation with Mo Jiu at the gate of Jinzhou City yesterday, and each sentence passed into his ears like a spell.At that time, the matter was urgent, and he had no time to explain to her or say goodbye to her, so he hurried back to the camp and adjusted some marching arrangements.

Because Wan Yanxiu disappeared.

Xiao Qian's understanding of Wan Yanxiu's importance to Ping's soldiers is probably much deeper than the emperor of Ping's country.In his eyes, there is an essential difference between the soldiers with Wanyanxiu in command and those without Wanyanxiu.

As the saying goes, a soldier is a hero, and a general is a nest.The existence of Wanyanxiu is the guarantee of the bravery and morale of the soldiers.Therefore, the sudden disappearance of Wanyanxiu who was in the prison also interrupted his offensive steps, forcing him to make some changes to some of the plans he had previously drawn up, including the deployment of infantry and cavalry, etc., to deal with emergencies .

As the commander of the war, no decision can be made wrong...

But it will take time to make arrangements.Therefore, after a lot of thinking about what to say to Mo Jiu, the only thing left was "wait for me when I come back".He has been busy in the big camp until now, the soldiers boarded the ship, he could have taken the time to ride back to the house, but at this time, Ah Jiu should still be sleeping... And he missed that time, so many words seemed I can't speak anymore.

His indifferent face flashed the momentary bitterness, his sharp eyes followed the curling mist on the river, looked towards the endless river center, slowly closed his eyes, and stood facing the wind, only to feel a heavy boulder pressing on his chest ——

What is missing?Or is there something left undone?
"Marshal!" Xue Fang and Zhao Shengdong rode over and walked to his side. Xue Fang glanced at his face, and handed over an envelope in his hand, "It was sent by the Xituo people, saying that they want to make the king open—" —”

hit west?Isn't he accompanying Mo Jiu?Thinking about it, Xiao Qian slowly opened the envelope. The elegant handwriting on the white letter paper has a unique style of writing. It seems that the brushwork that never belongs to this era cannot be imitated by others...

(End of this chapter)