pungent peasant girl

Chapter 663 Vicious Woman

The two armies were separated by three miles.

Since the last time the prisoners were exchanged, both sides have been calm, rectifying and practicing.

The soldiers also relaxed a little, and they didn't have to be so tense all the time as before.

According to the agreement between the two armies, there are still two days left.

They can rest for another two days.

The war has been going on for a month, and as September approaches, even the wind here is getting colder and colder.

It was getting dark, and the sky was dotted with starlight. Except for the sound of patrols, it was still quite peaceful at this time.

In the past few days in the barracks, Meng Qianyan has gotten used to sleeping amidst the sound of killing and cutting.

Now that she has been quiet for the past few days, she is a little uncomfortable.

tossing and turning on the bed.

"Oh, I can't sleep." She sighed softly.

Suddenly, a big warm hand rested on his waist, "Aren't you sleepy?"

It was Luo Ziyan who asked softly.

Meng Qianyan hummed, "I'm not used to being so quiet."

"Me too." Luo Ziyan said.

"Hehe." Meng Qianyan smiled, turned over and looked at him with big bright eyes, "You can't sleep either."

"Yes." Luo Ziyan sat up, "Why don't we go to see the moon?"

"Okay." Meng Qianyan happily grabbed his arm and got up, "Let's go to see the moon."

Putting on thick cloaks, the two of them stepped out of the tent.

It was dark outside, and the torches were lit against the stars in the sky.

Most of the soldiers had already fallen asleep, and the patrolling soldiers lined up in the distance.

"Let's go up to see the stars." Meng Qianyan pointed to the nearby tower.

"Go up."

Luo Ziyan took Meng Qianyan's hand, and walked up step by step. While walking, Luo Ziyan looked back at her, "Will it be cold?"

"not cold."

She was wearing a red cloak without makeup, her hair was hanging on her shoulders, and the moonlight poured down and sprinkled on her hair.

After watching it for five years, his thousand words are still so beautiful and moving.

"What are you looking at?" Meng Qianyan rolled his eyes at her.

"Look at the beautiful girl."

"Go, what girl?"

"Oh, to see the beautiful little Mrs. Luo."

They climbed the tower.

Luo Ziyan hugged Meng Qianyan tightly in his arms, this feeling was really good.

She was by his side, always.

The night wind was blowing gently, blowing her hair, and he raised his hand to smooth it for her.

But at the same time, there seemed to be a flash of light in the distance, flashed once, and flashed again.

"What is that?" Meng Qianyan also saw it, pointing to the past vigilantly.

"Is it a meteor?" Meng Qianyan looked at Luo Ziyan.

Luo Ziyan's originally gentle face became heavy, "It seems to be a torch, a secret signal for careful work."

"So close—" Meng Qianyan murmured, "But—"

Before she finished speaking, Luo Ziyan had already prostrated himself on the ground, listening carefully to the voice below.

"Vague." Luo Ziyan murmured, and after a while, he stood up suddenly, "It's the Mongols calling."

"What? Isn't there still two days left?"

"Hmph, treachery is their specialty!" Luo Ziyan gritted his teeth, and quickly descended the city wall.

"Come, come, prepare to meet the enemy!"

Meng Qianyan was also very fast, and asked people to notify Wu Wang and others one by one.

After a while, the camp became lively. The soldiers who had been sleeping quickly got up, put on their armor and took their weapons.

"Ugh-"

The horn sounded.

All the soldiers assembled and boarded the tower in an orderly manner.

At this time, the Mongol soldiers were also approaching.

The five big and three rough in the lead, wearing black gold armor, was Aoga.

Holding a big ax in his hand, Aoga stared at the dense crowd of people on the city wall.

"What's going on? They seem to be ready."

"Ah, Your Royal Highness, shall we fight?"

Ao Ga was angry, "Everyone is here, of course we want to fight!"

He had wanted to come a long time ago, but Ke Erbo refused to let him. This time, that kid Victor was righteous and entangled Ke Erbo, giving him a chance to sneak out with his troops.

The opportunity was hard-won, and he must avenge the Mongolian soldiers.

"Kill!" Ao Ga yelled, and the archers were all ready to attack this side.

"Fire the arrow!" Nangong Dui was also ready, and with a wave of his hand, countless feathered arrows shot down one after another.

All of a sudden, the sound of shooting arrows and shouts rang out.

Meng Qianyan put on his armor, picked up his bow and came to the city wall.

"Empress." Nangong saluted her.

"Flat body." She said lightly, looking straight at the city, took a feathered arrow and ignited it, and shot it directly, hitting the Mongolian flag.

Borrowed by the night wind, the flag burned quickly and was finally thrown to the ground.

This attracted Aoga, and he looked towards the wall.

The archer has red lips and white teeth, and looks like a girl.

He gritted his teeth in anger, their banner was actually shot by a woman.

"hateful!"

"Aoga!" Meng Qianyan met his gaze and shouted, "You Mongols are really villains if you don't believe what you say."

"Hmph, didn't you Dahe say it, it's called soldiers are not tired of deceit!" Ao Ga replied angrily.

Thinking of the tens of thousands of soldiers being captured before, he was very annoyed.

"It's totally two different things." Meng Qianyan drew his bow and shot another arrow, this arrow went straight to Aoga's gate of life.

Seeing that the arrow was coming in menacingly, Aoga took a step back, and combined the two hammers in his hand, unexpectedly caught the feathered arrow between the two hammers.

Meng Qianyan frowned and murmured, "Aoga is so powerful?"

Nangong said to the side: "Yes, although Aoga's brain is not very bright, he is really good at fighting. Legend has it that he is the God of War in the new generation of Mongolia."

"Oh, what a God of War." Meng Qianyan gritted his teeth, "I want to meet this God of War in person."

She took out her feathered arrows and fired three arrows at once, one arrow went straight to Aoga's face, one arrow went straight to Aoga's throat, and the last arrow went straight to Aoga's legs.

Three arrows were fired, Aoga blocked the first arrow with a hammer, and leaned back nimbly to avoid the second arrow.

However, with the third arrow, he could only retreat quickly and dismounted.

The feathered arrow hit the horse's back, and the horse fell down screaming.

Ao Ga looked at Meng Qianyan angrily, "You dead woman, you are so vicious and vicious, you actually want to shoot my life!"

Meng Qianyan smiled slightly, "There are more."

She drew out the feathered arrow again, this time, Aoga was not stupid, and hid in the shield.

Meng Qianyan was angry and funny, "This Aoga."

She had no choice but to shoot arrows at the other soldiers, and at the same time, looking around, the archers on both sides had almost shot.

Aoga yelled from below, "Mongol warriors, rush up for me, Mongolian warriors, we will definitely win!"

With that said, he rushed out first.

With the transfer of such a prince, no matter how inactive the Mongolian soldiers were, they all rushed forward.

Nangong frowned, "Aoga, this is a desperate way to fight!"

Not long after, the long Mongolian ladder was erected on the city wall, and the soldiers began to climb up.

(End of this chapter)