The blue sky is as clear as washing, and the clouds are not stained. The green mountains are as dark as dark as the distance, and the gentle wind brings warmth to the near, making it a sunny day.

Li Chengzhi was wearing a white robe, with fair skin as white as jade, and was indescribably beautiful.

In fact, it cannot be regarded as a white robe. It is a lining that is worn when wearing armor. However, Li Chengzhi's lining is made of silk, which is quite suitable when worn as a white robe.

As for the white face... of course it is because of excessive blood loss.

Li Shixian and Da Xi carefully held him out of the tent.

It seemed like a mountain was pressing on his body, his legs were as heavy as a pound. Every time he moved, the wound on his waist hurt, and Li Chengzhi's head was covered in sweat.

"If you don't forget it!" Li Shixian felt distressed, "If it really doesn't work, let the battalions come here to see you in turn..."

Li Chengzhi shook his head firmly.

So when will it take to struggle?

Furthermore, the coach of the White Armored Camp who was slumped on the ground was completely different from the coach of the White Armored Camp who was riding on the horse.

He firmly believed that as long as he rode his horse and showed off his face, even if there were tens of thousands of elite cavalry from Tuyuhun today, the more than 2,000 men under his command would definitely dare to fight to the death without losing morale.

"Let's go!" Li Chengzhi breathed.

Seeing this, Li Rui immediately brought a big horse and walked to Li Chengzhi. He saw him pressing his mouth to the side of the war horse's ears, muttering in his mouth, as if he was talking to the horse.

Then he stroked the horse's neck a few times, and pressed the saddle again...

The horse... actually knelt down with its hooves bent?

Daxi's eyes almost popped out.

Horses always stand when sleeping, but few people heard of them being able to kneel down?

He asked in surprise: "How did Li Rui do it?"

Li Shixian snorted coldly: "His father and ancestor are all good horse raising. By his generation, the two brothers' horse taming skills are even more perfect... but that's just this little skill..."

Horse-raising horses?

Da Xi couldn't say something strange: Li Chengzhi really has no taboos, let the horseman be the guard guard of the guard?

Suspiciously, he and Li Shixian helped Li Chengzhi get on the horse again. Several soldiers were guarding each other to prevent Li Chengzhi from falling off the horse.

Daxi and Li Shixian stepped on their respective mounts and stood on their left and right.

Gao Wenjun and Wei Yu were not far behind. They had already changed into white armor and rode on a large horse.

Wei Yu opened his eyes and looked at Li Chengzhi hard.

"Sister, what kind of official is he?"

"Eighth grade!" Gao Wenjun thought for a while, "It seems to be Cangcao!"

"Only the eighth rank?" Wei Yu curled his lips, "I'm not as good as my sister's official position!"

"You can't say that!" Gao Wenjun patted Wei Yu's little head, "The dragon and phoenix among the man are now like dragons hidden in the abyss. How could the sun be hidden deep in the sun? How could he stay under someone for a long time?"

He scolded him lightly, but Gao Wenjun was also a little strange: in terms of origin, the husband must not be as good as Da Xi. After all, Xi Kangsheng was still one of the eight masters of the Yuan clan and a pillar of the country. Even if the ancestor Li family was placed in Guanzhong, he could only be regarded as a minor tribe of the end of the world.

In terms of official positions, Lang Jun is even worse than Da Xi’s third rank and sixth level, but why does Da Xi look at him with a slight respect?

Looking at the more than 200 armored guards of Langjun, the military appearance is even more uniform than that of the Yulin and the tiger cavalry of the court, and the combat power is definitely not weak.

And such a fierce soldier shouldn't have come from the Li family, whose family fell off their lintels?

The deeper I think about it, the more I feel that there is mystery everywhere in Langjun.

But sooner or later you will know...

Gao Wenjun tightened the armor belt between her and Wei Yu's waists and whispered: "You should bear it first. The husband said in the morning that he had sent someone to borrow a car in Wuwei City. Then you will not have to suffer the thrusts anymore..."

"Can you take the bus?" Wei Yu suddenly became excited, "Can you ride with him then?"

"It should be possible?" Gao Wenjun said uncertainly, "He doesn't need to lead the army, and he has suffered such severe injuries. He must be taking care of someone... Well, I'll ask... Ask Xi Zhonglang, I think he won't refuse..."

Wei Yu laughed: "Okay, okay..."

I don’t know what she wants to say, but the words behind were drowned out by a drum.

"It's going to set off..." Gao Wenjun subconsciously looked forward.

She and Wei Yu were still protected in the central army. Not far ahead was the central army's golden drum and flag formation, Li Chengzhi, Da Xi, Li Shixian, and a group of side generals, military leaders, etc., all stood under the flag guards.

Several flag soldiers were raising flags, and the highest one was naturally the tooth flag of the Guanzhong Prefecture, under which was the commander, the general and the number flags of each battalion.

She knew a little about these things, but she was attracted by the sound of drums. Gao Wenjun instinctively wanted to withdraw her gaze.

Unintentionally, she suddenly noticed something strange.

Under the tooth flag of the Guanzhong Prefecture, it was not Da Xi's official flag, but a... breaking flag?

The flag was dark red, as if it was not cloth, but leather. When the wind blew up, it couldn't blow it?

The flag is relatively hard, and the corners of the flag are all unfolded, but what is strange is that there is no name or word on the flag?

No, there should be words, but the paint should be too heavy and the words are covered.

I have never heard of this, would the flag of the First Army be like this?

Curious, Gao Wenjun took a closer look.

There are still traces of strokes on the flag, which are very vigorous. Judging from the wheels, it is very good that the word "Li" is...

Gao Wenjun suddenly stopped.

This flag...she has seen it!

Yesterday, the husband of the husband personally carried this flag and rode alone into the enemy's formation, taking the head of Murong Ding, the Zuoguli King of Tuyuhun...

This flag is by no means a leather, but a cloth. The dark red color on it is not pigment, but blood. It is just because the blood is stained too thick, so the flag is so hard that it can hardly see the huge character Li...

Gao Wenjun's face was full of incredibleness: The commander of this army was actually replaced by Langjun?

Looking further to both sides, the blood flag on the left and right were the numbers like "Guanzhong Town Guardian, engaged in Zhonglang Xi", "Xiao Guan Duwei·Li" and other names...

Even Daxi and the father of the Langjun must be controlled by the Langjun?

Why is this happening?

He is obviously just an eighth-grade warehouse...

In a trance, dozens of cavalry rushed out of the formation, all of whom were holding whistles and blew hard.

It was not as sharp as I heard a few days ago, but it was like a ring of pendants and a ball falling from the plate. It was very pleasant and more calm and steady.

Li Chengzhi followed the whistle commander under the protection of several soldiers, and Daxi and Li Shixian were still with him.

"What are they going to do?" Wei Yu asked curiously.

Gao Wenjun stared at Li Chengzhi for a moment and explained in a low voice: "Ship Yi is in the battle, and he needs to summon the entire army... Langjun is going to patrol the camp..."

"Change the coach... patrol the camp?" Wei Yu muttered and screamed suddenly, "Has he become the head coach? Didn't my sister say that he is an eighth-rank official?"

Gao Wenjun's bright eyes were filled with light, but he just said nothing.

My sister doesn't know...

The one who protected the central army was the five hundred white-armored warriors who rushed to Li Chengzhi yesterday.

Seeing the blood flag under the tooth flag, the soldiers suddenly appeared in their minds of Li Chengzhi carrying a big flag with a hundred arrows in his body, and a broken gun penetrated his waist and abdomen, but he still stood upright.

Everyone thought that he had died in battle, and that big broken and rotten flag could no longer flutter in the wind.

The White Armor Camp has also become a terrifying sound...

But today, the big crow suddenly stood up?

The handsome man is not dead?

Hundreds of warriors' eyes raked, and their hair stood up all over their bodies.

After a close look, after the flag battle, Xi Zhonglang and Li Duwei separated from each other. The cavalry in the middle was really a great commander?

The horse walked very slowly, and Li Chengzhi was not wearing armor, but only wearing an armored lining. Through the yarn lining, you could still see the medicine cloth soaked in blood.

All the soldiers suddenly felt a hot heart, a stream of blood surged into their hearts and flowed all over their bodies. The eyes were involuntarily hot, and a thousand pride suddenly emerged in their chests.

The Marshal is not dead, the Marshal is still alive...

God bless me with the White Armor Camp!

Everyone wanted to roar into the sky, and even more wanted to rush to Li Chengzhi, but the military law had already been engraved into the bones, and the soldiers were so excited that they trembled all over, and they did not dare to cross the corner.

It seemed as if the horses felt the invisible solemn aura, and they were extremely quiet, even without sniffing their hooves.

For a moment, it seemed as if the world was quiet...

Even if the arrow was not pierced deep, there were only twenty or thirty holes, and the gun under the waist even pierced it through.

Li Chengzhi's face was pale in pain, the cold sweat on his forehead was fine and dense, and his facial features had already been deformed.

He wanted to raise his hand and bow, but his body was so shaking that he couldn't sit steadily. He could only hold the saddle tightly with his hands, not daring to relax at all.

The waste has turned out to be like this, and I don’t know how long it will take to heal?
To be continued...