The queen is also a big boss today

Chapter 472 He Lianqing

junction, night,
The night wind was blowing and cold, and the valley was unbelievably quiet. There was a gloomy chill, and one or two calls of nighthawks were particularly sudden and shrill, which made people feel more uneasy.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow pierced through the wind and concentrated on the screaming nighthawk sitting on the branch. The nighthawk fell to the ground without making a sound for a moment.

He Lianqing was wearing a suit of armor, the stern armor shone frighteningly cold under the moonlight, holding a four-cornered wine bottle in his hand,

Even though he is middle-aged, it is not difficult to see the handsomeness when he was young, but it is a pity that the narrow and long eyes on that handsome face are full of incomparably sinister ruthlessness,
Under He Lianqing, there were rows of soldiers and generals standing neatly with weapons in their hands. The torches in the valley reflected the light of each soldier's face, showing blood and fortitude.

The prime minister was wearing a satin blue robe, holding a feather fan and a wine bottle in his hand, now He Lianqing turned his head sideways, squinting at the flames.

The formation outside the valley is being destroyed by the outside world one after another, and it is inevitable to avoid this battle tonight.

He Lianqing's gloomy eyes swept over everyone below one by one, half breathed, and said:
"Tonight's battle, I don't need to say much, you should understand in your heart, the enemy is outnumbered, I am afraid that tonight, you and I will be buried in this valley,

Winner and loser, I admit it, but I am ashamed of all the soldiers, wanting to lie with me in the corner of this valley, come, this glass of wine, I respect all the soldiers! "

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and raised the wine bottle in his hand, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

"I swear to follow the emperor to the death!" The prime minister was the first to raise his hand and drank the wine bottle in his hand. Everyone in the world said the emperor's crimes, and he has never regretted following him till now.

"Swear to follow the emperor to the death!"

"Swear to follow the emperor to the death!"

"Swear to follow the emperor to the death!"

The voices of the soldiers almost resounded through the entire valley, and the echoes hit the ears and stirred in the hearts of every soldier.
Raising his hand and looking up, he drank the spirits in the bowl in one gulp, and there was a sound of slamming the bowl, and He Lianqing could bring him to this valley.

He Lianqing is an extremely dignified person, not to mention how impressive Qingcheng Mansion is, in terms of caring for talents, there are few people in the world who can compare to He Lianqing.
It can be seen from the fact that He Lianqing evacuated the palace overnight, did not forget to send people to the battlefield to find Guo Jing's body, and ordered a good burial.

He Lianqing looked towards the valley entrance, his handsome face was covered with a gloomy haze, his cold eyes contained a murderous intent,
Winner and loser, but when He Lianqing died, someone should be buried with him!

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the sound of killing from outside the valley was earth-shattering. Accompanied by the neighing of war horses, a large number of soldiers and horses rushed into the valley.
He Lianqing's thin lips slowly evoked a treacherous arc, and when he raised his eyes again, the bottom of his eyes was stained with violent bloodthirsty blood,
"Kill." A cold voice resounded through the valley, like a blood-bathed Shura climbing up from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

In an instant, huge boulders fell from the top of the valley, and the rain of fire and arrows flew towards the entrance of the valley.

The soldiers who rushed in first all fell down, and the soldiers outside the valley saw that the momentum was not right, and retreated one after another.

When the rain of flames and arrows from the boulder stopped, it rushed into the valley again. In an instant, the valley was filled with flames, and the weapons collided with a piercing cold light.
Scarlet blood was sprayed, and the soldiers on both sides fell one by one. The sound of fighting, shouting and mourning resounded throughout the valley, and I recalled,
He Lianqing held the cold sword in his hand, and the sword pierced the enemy's throat. Wherever he passed, there were corpses all over the field, bloody.

(End of this chapter)