Great Han’s Female General Wei Qiqi

Wei Qiqi returned to the tent again and sat down suddenly. Couldn't he really go back? The fortune teller didn't seem to scare her, poison? Who gave her blood, drove her to Han, and stayed in ancient times for a lifetime.

Wei Qiqi knew that Dad and Grandpa would not be seen in this life. Grandpa has always loved her so much. Her disappearance must have hit the elderly old man. He would think that Qi Qi was kidnapped or died, just not. May think that seven or seven people are already in Dahan and are missing him in front of Moonlight.

The wind in the desert was a lot lighter, and he sighed a long time. Looking at the desert under the moonlight, it was really a beautiful scenery. Unfortunately, those who admired were no longer in the mood, and their hearts seemed to be hollowed out.

Liu Zhongtian led the army of the Dahan, annihilated the desert tribes in the south of the Huns, and triumphed triumphantly. The big troops drove to the Dahan barracks in the desert. They returned and finally returned to Changan with the expectations.

When Liu Zhongtian walked near the barracks, he found that the bodies of the Huns were everywhere in the desert. He frowned suddenly. Not good, he accelerated his pace and rushed into the barracks. He found nothing unusual in the barracks. It feels strange, why aren't the Huns attacking the camp?

A battalion soldier greeted him and fell to his knees.

"What happened to the corpses of the Huns in the desert?" Liu Zhongtian took off his helmet, sweating heavily.

"Master, after you led the army, a small team of Huns suddenly attacked the camp. Thanks to the resourcefulness of the seven generals, the camp was saved without any loss!"

"Oh? Wei Qiqi has made a contribution again!" Liu Zhongtian smiled at the corner of his mouth. This woman can always do something to surprise him, and she will be rewarded for a while.

"Master Wang!" The soldier lowered his head. "Please ask Lord Wang to kill the villain's head. We are not good at protecting the Seventh General! The Seventh General ..."

Liu Zhongtian frowned, his heart sank, and he grabbed the soldier's placket and raised it, "What about her?"

"Seven generals carried fish oil bombs all alone ... with the enemy!"

"Nonsense!" Liu Zhongtian took a punch and knocked the soldier out. The soldier fell heavily to the ground, snorting and spitting blood, still struggling to kneel, painfully covering his chest.

"The Lord ... the whole camp ... the defender, willing to accept the Lord ... the punishment!" After the soldier said, he couldn't keep falling to the ground, and dozens of other soldiers knelt down.

"Master, please punish us! We are not good at protecting General Seven!" They said in unison.

Facing these soldiers, Liu Zhongtian clenched his fists, angrily pulled out his sword, raised it, and screamed angrily, the sword stuck fiercely on the ground.

"Call the medic to show him!"

After Liu Zhongtian said, he walked outside the camp without looking back. No one knew the feeling of the three kings at this time. Liu Zhongtian was almost overwhelmed by the news. The battle between the Huns and the Huns was a complete victory. But the joy of victory was gone, and he flew into the desert, in the vast desert, where is the shadow of Wei Qiqi? His heart froze instantly.

Standing at the central point of the fish oil bomb explosion, Liu Zhongtian searched around. There were black spots where the fish oil burned. Many of the Xiongnu's corpses were already in different positions. He searched for three hours and did not find a Han army. In addition to wearing Hanfu, Qiqi's armor is that strange suit. Why are all the Huns' clothes here?