pungent peasant girl

Chapter 422 Attack

Having known Mo Yun for several years, although Meng Qianyan couldn't figure out everything, he knew it.

Mo Yun is not a simple character, this time apart from fighting with swordsmen, he may have to fight for strategy.

As long as he loses to him, the throne will change hands.

For Yan Dynasty, this is a matter of great importance.

Even though their relationship was deep before, but now, how can they be partial to national affairs?
Although Meng Qianyan is just a woman, she still understands this truth.

Luo Ziyan paused, looked at Meng Qianyan's calm face, "Qianyan, are you okay?"

Meng Qianyan nodded, "Even if there is anything, I have adjusted it. To tell you the truth, I was thinking about it when I was preparing the meals. Now I have thought about it. Anyway, no matter where Luo Ziyan is, I will always be there. Where is it. Whatever Luo Ziyan needs me to do, I will do it with a thousand words."

"A thousand words." Luo Ziyan's eyes were full of affection and emotion.

Meng Qianyan smiled, didn't say anything, but continued to eat with big mouthfuls.

In the past few years of being together day and night, several times between life and death, the relationship between her and Ziyan, even if they don't say anything, they will understand each other's feelings.

They need no further discussion.

After dinner, Luo Ziyan was a little tired, so he went to bed early.

Meng Qianyan didn't feel sleepy, she opened the big locked cabinet.

There is a huge and simple bow in the cabinet.

This bow was given to her by Yang Liuhua before, and she kept it in the cabinet for a long time, but now it seems that it will really come in handy.

She took out her handkerchief and wiped the curved bow carefully one by one.

Shiwei is in October, and it is already late autumn.

The cool wind blew the branches, and occasionally there was a sound of hula hula outside the tent.

Inside the tent, there is a sand table of the terrain of the imperial city.

On the long couch behind the sand table, Mo Yun was leaning there.

His always cold phoenix eyes were even colder now, and his eyes fell on the highest point on the sand table, where was the imperial palace.

In the ears, there are still low sounds of pipa.

It was Su Meiru and a few sisters singing softly there.

For some unknown reason, Su Meiru looked terrified and accidentally played a wrong string.

The music stopped for a moment.

Luo Ziyan looked at her, "Su Meiru."

"My lord—"

"What are you afraid of?" Mo Yun's eyes were cold with killing intent.

"My lord, this servant doesn't want to be here anymore." Su Meiru knelt down with a plop, "The servant has already done what the lord wants the servant to do, can the lord let the servant go, the servant will never go back to the capital, The servant is really scared, the servant does not want to die."

"Hehehe." Mo Yun smiled, "Don't want to die? When you first entered the palace, weren't you very courageous?"

"My lord, what you promised your slaves back then was wealth and wealth, not the kind of people who could be killed at any time—ah——"

Before Su Meiru finished speaking, she stopped.

Because Mo Yun stood up, walked over and strangled her, "You are really the most beautiful and maybe the stupidest woman in the song and dance workshop."

"Ah—Wang—" the strength in her hand tightened, Su Meiru's face flushed red, "Help, help—"

The strength of Mo Yun's hands became heavier and heavier, Su Meiru couldn't breathe, she struggled, and almost lost her breath in the back.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a Taoist robe came in.

"Xiao Yun, let her go."

Mo Yun raised his eyes and let go.

With a plop, Su Meiru lay on the ground, panting heavily.

At the same time, the bottom of the eyes is full of endless horror.

Daoist Liu Yuan got closer and closer, and walked in front of Mo Yun, "What you want is the throne, so you don't have to make trouble with this woman."

Mo Yun was silent for a moment, then glanced at Su Meiru from the corner of his eye, "Get out."

"Yes, thank you, my lord, thank you Daoist!"

Su Meiru kowtowed repeatedly, and then rolled and crawled out of the tent.

The other singers also ran away in a hurry.

"It's so late? Are you still asleep?" Daoist Liu Yuan looked at Mo Yun.

Mo Yun shook his head, "I've had enough sleep in death row, I'm not sleepy now."

"I know, your mood should be very complicated."

"Not really, it's just a little emptiness. I don't know what to use to fill the emptiness in my heart." Mo Yun took a deep breath, returned to the couch and sat back.

"I can understand."

Daoist Liu Yuan nodded, and moved away from the conversation, "Now, there are already 8000 soldiers and horses stationed here. When you were still in prison, if the military order had been issued first, the other 5 troops in our hands , and will rush over day and night. In addition, we have enough gold and silver to continue to recruit troops. These support us and we will not lose."

"I know." Mo Yun looked at the sand table, "I also caught two spies today, and they have already been killed."

"There is also news from the capital, saying that the emperor wants the prince to sit in the court, and has given the task of guarding the imperial city to his son-in-law Luo Ziyan. Now, Luo Ziyan is the highest-ranking military officer in the entire capital."

After the words of Taoist Liu Yuan, Mo Yun suddenly felt that he was not so empty.

He raised his eyebrows, "Well, Luo Ziyan is still qualified for this position. Of course, only if this position belongs to Luo Ziyan, can we fight this battle more interestingly."

Daoist Liu Yuan could understand the meaning of his words, "Xiao Yun, a man, don't be trapped by love."

"I know, Daoist, I'm not Luo Ziyan, you don't have to worry about me. We're almost ready. Tomorrow morning, I think we can start to compete."

"Xiao Yun, what are you going to do?"

"What's the forecast for tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow will be full of autumn. Naturally, it will be foggy, but after the fog, there must be a bright sun, because tonight, the sky is full of burning clouds."

Mo Yun closed his eyes, "I like it. Tomorrow morning, get up early and take advantage of the fog, keep calm, and surprise them first."

In the early morning in the suburbs, it was really foggy.

From one meter away, the naked eye can't see anything at all.

It is precisely because of this that it is indeed a good time to attack.

After Yinshi passed, Mo Yun got up, and at the same time the entire army in the camp also got up.

They were all ready to go, wrapped the soles of their feet with cloth bags as quickly as possible, and then went straight to the city gate without making a sound.

They stopped under the city gate, and Mo Yun rode a tall horse, in the very center of the army.

His eyes stared at the tower without blinking, "Attack!"

The voice fell, and the flag waved.

Countless feathered arrows and stones were prepared and flew towards the tower.

The arrows were densely packed like rain, and flew straight to the top of the city tower.

After a while, the sound of howling from wounded soldiers was heard.

The soldiers guarding the city were awakened by this sound.

The four generals headed by Wu Sui rushed up the tower at the fastest speed to command the battle.

Although the fight below the city tower was unexpected, but above the city tower, there were also capable soldiers.

Wu Sui roared: "Protect yourself with a shield and fight back."

Another burst of feathered arrows pierced the fog, but this time, Mo Yun's archers had already hidden under the shield, with very few casualties.

"Mo Yun has already prepared."

(End of this chapter)