General is ferocious: arrogant lady, don't escape

She quickly climbed to the side of the stairs. As soon as she stretched out her hand, a small dark figure that was not very popular stepped on the back of her hand. At the same time, she also shouted very arrogantly - "Zhizhi... Zhizhi... Zhizhi..." is this the rhythm of stepping on people and biting back instead of apologizing?

Even if it is a female hero, even Gong Yueyue, a female man who killed more than a dozen mice with stones in the pan family's firewood house, it is unscientific to say that she is not afraid or disgusting.

"Ah -" this scream, which exhausted all her strength, shook the Mingjiao tower and cut through the sky

Evil Shao ran on his horse for several days. He Yong, Yin Liang and some Mingjiao brothers were behind him. No one felt tired, even though many war horses had died. Because the Mingjiao tower is in front of us, and victory is in front of us.

When everyone was so excited that they buried their heads and galloped to the foot of the Mingjiao tower, the leading high headed black horse suddenly hissed up to the sky and stopped in a hurry. Everyone was in a hurry to stop the war horse, which almost caused a major traffic accident.

"Did you hear that?" The perpetrator Zhao Changyuan turned his horse's head and asked pan Jingyuan.

But the other party was confused: "what did you hear?"

"I seem to hear a woman's cry." Zhao Changyuan was not sure. After all, the hoofs roared, and the area where they were now was already empty.

The evil young man smiled and said, "Hey, you're probably crazy about your wife. Why didn't I hear you?"

He Yong also said, "I didn't hear it either."

Zhao Changyuan frowned deeply and looked at Yin Liang again: "what about you? I didn't hear it? "

Yin Liang raised his eyebrows and then said faintly, "I heard the horse cry behind us getting closer and closer."

Zhao Changyuan dispelled his doubts this time: "it seems that I heard wrong. Let's go!" Then he turned his horse's head and left.

Fortunately, her concerns are superfluous. The whole basement has no so-called mechanism concealed weapons at all. The Mingjiao tower was founded by the first leader, and the uncle surnamed Lu was an upright gentleman who hated such activities as stabbing people in the back. He disdained and banned the congregation from using these disgraceful tricks. After the third generation of religious leaders, they gradually accepted Gu poison, a new thing originated in Miao area. But they are only used for traitors. Only the evil minded leader Gu will carry it forward.

So the problem Gong Yueyue is currently facing is not the unnecessary crisis that Ang Yue talks about. But the scale of this basement is too big!

It turned out that she estimated the area of the basement through the appearance of the pagoda, which was only twice the bottom area beyond the surface of the tower. Now she climbed one small stone chamber after another, walked through one corridor after another, and finally couldn't help scolding: "is this a fucking Fang palace? Is it over? " Tired things are small, but this endless heart and endless fear make her really crazy.

As time went by, her physical condition was close to the limit, but her spirit was always like a tight string. As every inch of the ground at the bottom of the tower was left behind by her, she felt her heart beating faster and faster. Until she returned to the ladder leading to the first floor of the pagoda, a voice in her chest jumped out of her throat like a relieved burden - "he's not here! He's fine! "

With that, his limbs collapsed to the ground, but he had a happy smile on his face

She didn't know whether she was asleep or not. She just felt that her brain was dizzy and was always half asleep. What woke her up was a roar of horse hoofs. Then, before she could hold herself up, she heard a loud noise and footsteps above her head.

Gong Yueyue knew that the basement he was in was at least three or four meters high, and there were thick stones in the middle... The people upstairs could make such a huge sound, and the number and scale could be imagined.

She faces two more choices. Or climb up and cry for help. Maybe you will meet the kind-hearted Tubo army, give her food and drink, and send her a horse or camel to go back to Yumen pass. With better luck, you may meet Zhao Changyuan's men by chance. But she is not crazy after all. She knows that there is another dangerous creature in the desert - the enemy.

Then one of her safest choices at present is to stay in the basement and see who the visitor is before making a final decision.

So she found a small stone house nearest to her, climbed in hard, supported the stone bed beside the wall and let herself lie down. She reached out and opened the palm sized wooden air window (if it could be called a window...) and quietly waited for the arrangement of fate.

"It's already dark." She looked at the starry sky and talked to herself. Moonlight gently sprinkled on her side, soothing her exhausted body and mind.

Gong Yueyue's decision is indeed wise in a sense. At the moment, thousands of enemy troops were indeed gathered above her head. Moreover, outside the Ming religious tower, nearly 30000 Liao troops have been surrounded by three layers of people.

But what surprised her more was that there was another team of people outside the encirclement of the Liao army. The composition of these people is somewhat special, including people from the Central Plains, Ming believers, Tubo soldiers and even horse thieves. They were chased by the Liao army for several days and nights. Finally, on such a night, they lured the enemy into the graves excavated in advance... Zhao Changyuan was the leader of the Death Squadron composed of hundreds of people.

At this time, although he had not slept for days and nights, his face was not haggard at all. The black and white eyes were rendered like two sword peaks shining with cold light by the night. Under the white face, there is an uncontrollable excitement“ Have the people at the tower gate been arranged? " He looked at the towering tower and asked pan Jingyuan.

At this time, the other party was also full of fighting spirit. He tightened the reins, strained his teeth and stared at the surging crowd in the distance: "I asked Yin Liang to do it. It's safe."

"Where's the fuel?" Zhao Changyuan turned to He Yong again.

"Well, it's buried all over the mountains. I'm sure you can't even fly out for a while."

After listening to the other party's answer, Zhao Changyuan nodded with satisfaction: "after grinding for so long, it's time to end it at last." He can finally draw a perfect end to his military career. Thinking of this, he raised his arm and shouted, "torch."

Someone behind him handed the torch that had just been lit. Zhao Changyuan took it in his hand and rode to a cluster of fire oil barrels not far away. Everyone held their breath and tightened the reins. When the officer lit the fire of hell, everyone would flee as quickly as possible.

But... Zhao Changyuan stood by the oil bucket, but the torch in his hand failed to fall. Everyone looked at each other. After waiting for a long time, pan Jingyuan immediately smiled and asked, "what's the matter? You won't be soft hearted at this point, will you? "

Zhao Changyuan turned his head and looked at him. His face seemed to be covered with a melancholy shadow: "no, it just feels strange." With that, he threw up his hand and rode away with the evil young man, leaving the flames spreading like waves behind him

It's all over. He'll never look back. Never again, this battlefield full of despair; Never again, the body covered with bloody robes; Never again, the honor and disgrace he had to bear as the supreme general... In the future, he will only be Zhao Changyuan, an ordinary young man, guarding his wife, filial piety to his parents and raising children. Go to his territory, go to his pleasure, gratitude and hatred.

Suddenly, a whisper came from a corner: "I... I almost hurt you today. Will you hate me? I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it... "

Gong Yueyue looked at the corner where the voice came from. He saw a figure squatting in the dark corner, his forehead against the stone wall, and hit the hard pothole wall with his fist.

Even if the environment was dark, even if the bleak and poor figure did not turn to her from beginning to end, it was enough for her to quickly identify herself“ husband! I don't hate you. How can I hate you? Come here... "She was so surprised that she immediately got out of bed and ran over.

But when her hands touched the cold stone wall, she found that the corner was empty except herself. At the time of loss, Zhao Changyuan's voice rang behind her again.

"Madam, I miss you very much. Do you miss me?"

She suddenly turned back and found him sitting on the stone bed, holding a shirt full of handwriting in his hand, and kept saying, "I really want to see you, but now... I'm crazy..." as she said, a bitter smile floated on the corner of her mouth.

Deep in his heart, Gong Yueyue seemed to understand something. He turned around and allowed himself to sit on the ground, focusing on his flickering, left and right figure.

"Soon, I know you must be afraid. Just eight dad, I will find a way to go back with you. " When he said this, he held a small gourd in his hand and drew with his head down. He looked very serious.

"I'm lucky to marry a man like you and have your love. I am willing to wait for you and keep you. These are the price I should pay. I am willing to bear it. No matter how difficult it is, I can survive until the kind God sends you back to me, until the kind God sends me back to you... "When he said this, he lay on his side on the stone bed, stuck the shirt full of handwriting to his heart, closed his eyes and muttered to himself, There is a clear flow in the corners of the eyes

"Xianggong..." suddenly sat up from the stone bed, and she realized that she had been in a dream just now. But nevertheless, she covered her face and blurred her sight. Every inch of tenderness in her heart was scratched and pulled by the illusory scenes.

Before she fully woke up from her sad dream, she heard someone crying in despair: "fire! Fire! "