The Little Medical Concubine of the God of War

Finally, Feather Arrow shot in their direction like raindrops. At such a close distance, if you change the person, you will not be able to escape. But who is Mo Jinyao, he would dare to shoot at this level. Get an axe in front of him?

The energy that had been accumulated for a long time in the hand hits out in an instant. In an instant, those arrow feathers seemed to hit the wall, and they fell straight and crookedly. Some feather arrows even broke into two directly from the middle. Soldiers They were all frightened. When did they see such scenes? Is such a powerful energy really something a person can have?

"Continue to shoot, no matter how powerful he is, sooner or later when his energy is exhausted, as long as that time, he will be a turtle in the urn."

The prefect shouted.

His eyes were flushed, and the whole person blushed and his neck was thick. The ghost knew how strong this man was, but now he must not let the soldiers on his side lose the desire to fight. Once that happens, the dead person will be him.

A new round of arrow rain shot at them quickly, still being knocked down in the air by Mo Jinyao's energy.

No one knows how long Mo Jinyao's energy can last, but Mo Jinyao's face clearly shows that Lao Tzu's energy is too much. You can't do anything about Lao Tzu after you finish shooting the arrows.

These soldiers should also be grateful for Mo Jinyao's strength, because once Mo Jinyao's strength is gone, Yun Ziyue will be on the court, but Yun Ziyue guessed that they didn't want to be bombed into barbecue.

Just a few rounds of arrow wipers came and dropped again, but the group of soldiers on the prefecture did not make any progress. Every soldier even doubted his life and doubted that what he had in his hand could not shoot through people. The bow and arrow, but the noodles.

At this time, messy horseshoes sounded from behind everyone. The prefect looked back and saw a human figure covered in blood wearing the uniform costumes of the soldiers in the city sitting on the horse. The blood was flowing down the horse's fur. Dropped all the way.

The brown horse stopped in front of the prefect. The man on the brown horse had been venting more and less, and his eyes could barely look at the figure in front of him as the prefect.

"The city... the gate... lost... escaped..."

The sentence was intermittent, and the prefect only heard these words, and the whole person was stunned, feeling that he was beaten with a stick.

And that was just begging for mercy. The general who was now being pressed by the prefect also heard these words at this time, and suddenly said,

"It's over, it's over, Long Xiangjun must be here, and when it's over, we are all going to die..."

Long Xiangjun...

Mentioning this name, they should have been proud, but if the Dragon Xiangjun were behind them, they would be the opponent, and no one would be proud.

Joke, they have no chance of winning against the Dragon Xiangjun, okay?

The arrow rain weakened unconsciously, and they later realized that if the siege was really Long Xiangjun, then the person facing them was His Royal Highness! ! !

This cognition completely let everyone know what it means to die. All the soldiers unanimously put down their weapons, some knelt down, and some wanted to escape.

Mo Jinyao's low-pitched voice sounded, but it seemed like a devil's whisper in their ears.

"Don't you want this king to prove that this king is not this king, okay, Long Xiangjun help this king to prove and count?"

"The prince, the subordinates are stupid. They are disrespectful to you only when they obey the old thief, the prefect, please forgive us."

The other soldiers also echoed and sold the Taishou very unitedly.

Who will let him be their leader? If they don't betray him, they won't be able to live.

"You all get up for me, do you think he will let you go? Don't be whimsical, who didn't know that Prince Chen slaughtered a city!"

The prefect yelled angrily, and he didn't even know if the old things really had been turned up.

But no one dared to get up, or that they had lost their fighting spirit and couldn't fight at all. Why not surrender? What if there is still a way to survive?

At this moment, the soldiers who fleeed slowly returned with their weapons. Although they were holding weapons in their hands, their trembling hands betrayed their inner fears.

"Oh, why don't you run away, this general wants to see where you still want to run!"

Years after years of voices came from behind him, with a full sense of oppression. It was the aura that had been brought out on the battlefield over the years, and most people would be scared to see it.

"Subordinates pay homage to the prince and concubine."

"Subordinates pay homage to the prince and concubine!!"

As they knelt on the ground for years and a half, the soldiers behind them knelt down, their voices loud and vigorous.

"Get up."

Mo Jinyao and Yun Ziyue stood up from their chairs and walked to the prefect’s side. At this time, the prefect was not just as majestic as they were just now. They had been kneeled on the ground a long time ago, but they were full of faces. resentment.

"Even if you are a prince, you can't rush your life. My son is still in bed and unconscious. You did it. There is no king's law!"

Mo Jinyao lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the crushed prefect, and said, "What did your son do? The people in the city know that it is the greatest kindness of this king that he did not rectify the Fa on the spot."

After speaking, I stopped paying attention to him, took Yun Ziyue's hand, and walked outside the palace. The soldiers consciously gave up a path. When they looked at the princess next to the prince, they always felt a little familiar, this princess Why is it a bit like Master Yue? Are the two brothers and sisters? But I never heard that the prince’s princess has a elder brother.

Yingcheng was completely taken over by the Long Xiangjun, and everyone in the yard was forced into prison by the Long Xiangjun, but this did not end, because the people who captured Mingxia and those girls did not come to the palace today. Therefore, they did not catch them all at once, and the direction the two went to was the direction of the White Mansion.

At this time, the White Mansion had long been messed up. Zhuangzi was burned last night, and today the Long Xiangjun came in. If there is no connection, no one believes it.

"You guys, hurry up and send the son away!"

The old man of the White House looked serious and his face was covered with fine beads of sweat. He was afraid that he would not be able to leave today, but he had to send away his son, which was the orthodox bloodline of their White House, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with him.

"Father, I won't go!" It was the weak but very strange voice, and it was the pale white man standing in front of the Bai family master.

"Pop!" A fierce slap fell on his face, and then the furious voice sounded, "If you don't leave, our Bai family will be destroyed if you don't leave, do you know! Do you know that? What does the Long Xiangjun represent? Do you know who His Royal Highness is?"