Farming and Reclaiming Wasteland, I Pampered Hou Ye In Ancient Times

Chu Lixuan really doesn't care what others think, he just likes to see his little wife flying confidently.

However, seeing her protecting him, Chu Lixuan's heart was still as sweet as eating honey. He instructed Chu Lixiang: "You are a snack, what else can you know besides paying attention to eating?"

"Ah! What big brother said, why can't I hear that I'm going to run." Chu Lixiang ran away like a fly.

What a joke, it's still scary for the eldest brother to be angry, so he shouldn't bear the anger of the eldest brother and go home to find his grandmother.

Jiang Xinyan was so amused by Chu Lixiang, which made her laugh out loud, and she couldn't straighten her back with laughter.

The April sunshine is not so vicious, falling on her like a layer of light dancing, making the whole person very alive.

Chu Lixuan waited for her to laugh enough, stepped forward to take her hand, and walked back to lunch slowly, so he didn't chase after Chu Lixiang.

He just deliberately said a few words to him with a straight face to scare him away. Chu Lixuan especially likes to be alone with his little wife.

"Husband, are we going to set off after lunch?" Jiang Xinyan thought that two days had passed, and she should be ready to grab the horse.

"Wei Dabin and Chu Yi left after breakfast. It's not too late for us to leave after dinner." Chu Lixuan had already made a budget.

"I wonder if King Zhenbei will win against General Wuri this time?" Jiang Xinyan asked worriedly.

She also heard from Zhou Daniu and Zhu Qinglin that in the past, Wuri had fought against King Zhenbei for hundreds of rounds, and in the end it was a dead end.

Jiang Xinyan was worried that King Zhenbei's uncontrollable life would affect his combat effectiveness. After all, the two people who would not win or lose every time must be evenly matched, and they would lose if they were careless.

Chu Lixuan knew her worries, but he wasn't worried about King Zhenbei. When he saw him that time, Chu Lixuan knew that King Zhenbei would lose.

He has no hope for King Zhenbei, so he will not be disappointed, "I will definitely lose, this is his choice, and we have no choice."

When Jiang Xinyan heard what Chu Lixuan said, she suddenly became enlightened. It was useless to worry about it. It was better to go home and eat happily.

The King of Zhenbei, who was discussed by them, not only lost, but also lost badly. He was injured and lost without a hundred rounds.

In the past, the King of Zhenbei fought against the Great General Wuri, and it took three hundred rounds of battle each time before he thumped his drums and withdrew his troops.

Because the Zhenbei King was defeated too quickly, the morale of the Zhenbei army was low, and the two generals also lost to the third prince and General Mo of North Vietnam.

The North Vietnamese Army called out again, and the Zhenbei Army should not fight, so the North Vietnamese Army took the opportunity to attack the city.

For a while, the arrows in his ears roared, and the grief shook the sky. The King of Zhenbei heard the heart of a knife and a sword.

He couldn't help shaking his mind, wiped away the hot tears on his face, opened his eyes and looked carefully, and when he looked at it, he felt that his heart was struck by lightning, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, and his expression instantly became tired.

It turned out that the moat, which was several ten feet wide and several feet deep, was instantly filled with thousands of soldiers from the North Army in Luoshui Town, and the North Vietnamese Army stepped on thousands of heads and swarmed under the city wall.

Afterwards, the surging North Vietnamese troops moved out dozens of siege ladders, and hundreds of flying hooks climbed the beams, clamoring for the city wall.

The North Vietnamese soldiers rushed to the bottom of the city on the corpse, and shouted and climbed up the city on the stairs. Thousands of North Vietnamese soldiers threw their flying hooks and slammed the top of the city.

Clinging firmly on the bluestone of the city wall, the northern army in the town drew their swords and swung their knives.

At this time, under the city, the North Vietnamese Army entered the city behind with long bows and began to shoot back towards the city.

In just a moment, the corpses piled up under the city walls several feet thick, and from time to time soldiers from the city fell under the city.

Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Yue were supervising the battle on the side, and they saw arrows under the city like locusts, splashing down in a mess, as if a rain of arrows had fallen, and there were many people injured by arrows in the city.

Xuanyuan Chen's expression was agitated for a while, and he firmly grasped the stone pillar of the city tower, and with force, the stone powder fell rustling.

Sometimes there is a ladder by his side, Leng Yue slaps her palms, and the several-foot-long ladder breaks off. The North Vietnamese army who is not halfway up to climb screams and falls, and is instantly annihilated by the crowd.

However, there were hundreds of flying hooks on the ladder, and the North Vietnamese army under the city shot like rain with arrows and spears like a forest, and they rushed towards the soldiers on the city.

Although there were more than a dozen people with high martial arts skills, such as Leng Yue, Leng Xing, and Bing Po, in the city, they could not resist for a while under the surging tide of the North Vietnamese army.

The soldiers on the city fought desperately for another half an hour, and then they were broken through several gaps. The North Vietnamese army under the city screamed and climbed up, pulled out the long knives on their backs, and hacked and killed.

The head of the city was in chaos like an ant's nest for a while, almost out of control, Xuanyuan Chen was not afraid of danger, he took his nine-foot iron gun, flicked the tip of the gun, and rushed to the city to fight desperately.

The commander led the Jinyi guards slowly to the vicinity of the barracks, and he heard the drums beating from afar, and the screams of killing shook the sky.

The commander ordered the team to stop moving forward, rest on the spot, and sent someone to inquire about the situation. How could he be so unlucky this time!

If only he hadn't been hurt! The commander's anger could not be dissipated, and now he can't even use light work.

"Reporting to my lord, it is the city of Beiyue's military merit. The king of Zhenbei lost to the general of Beiyue. Several generals of the Zhenbei army were defeated. The Beiyue army called out, and the Zhenbei army did not dare to fight, so they forcibly attacked the city."

The commander had an unbelievable expression when he heard the report from his subordinates. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but at this time, his big eyes were more like copper bells, and they were very scary.

"Zhong Mo brought people to help out, leaving ten people by his side." The commander needed someone's protection for the first time, and he was very aggrieved.

Zhong Mo led more than a thousand Jinyiwei to kill him from outside the city gate. After all, Jinyiwei was Jinyiwei, and that was the existence of one enemy and ten masters.

If it was an ordinary North Vietnamese soldier, it would be one enemy with a hundred. The North Vietnamese Army had been fighting for most of the day, while Jin Yiwei was a fresh force and had just started fighting.

Wuri sat on the pure white BMW, watching that he would be able to capture the Zhenbei military camp in half an hour.

The last time there was an internal response, Wu Ri felt that it was not very glorious. He was still laughing proudly, and the reinforcements are here?

"Retreat, hurry up." Wu Ri felt that it was a long time coming to Japan, and now he can defeat the old man of King Zhenbei without a hundred rounds.

First find out the strength of the reinforcements before deciding how to fight, retreat first, and call for battle again tomorrow.

If Wu Ri was to fight against Jin Yiwei wholeheartedly, Jin Yiwei only had more than 1,000 people, how could they be the opponents of more than 200,000 people in North Vietnam?

Is it not a matter of time to defeat the Jinyiwei, as long as the time is longer, the Jinyiwei will be defeated.

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