Tonight, dark clouds are swaying, heavy rain is coming.? ?

Even so, Jia Huan and his troops still held their mouths and wrapped their horses.

"You have thought about it. The battle tonight will last forever. There is no distinction between high and low on the battlefield, and there is no eyebrow on the sword, gun, arrow, and arrow.

Now that you quit, no one will blame you. I have saved a lot of hard work before, so there will be no problem when I go back.

But once you step to the battlefield, whoever dares to say the word "ret" should not blame me for not thinking about the brotherly feelings in the past...

Anyone quit?”

Before leaving, Jia Huan asked again.

Everyone was silent, with a solemn and ashen faced.

Everyone knows what to do tonight, and it is impossible to say that you are not afraid or nervous.

However, no one stood up and said the word "exit".

"Okay, Brother Huan, don't talk too much. After all, who dares to quit?

Even if there is a sea of ​​swords, guns and fire in front of us, we brothers will have to make a breakthrough together!

These words have been said countless times before they left.

The Yang Wu Bo Mansion was out of the Wuxun General's Sect and Chen He was out of the way, and he had lost all his face.

If any of them dares to withdraw this time, you don’t have to do it, and you will definitely not be able to survive after you go back.

Death is better than implicating Man Man's Mansion.

Besides, we are not Chen He either!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was stiff, Niu Ben came out to smooth things over.

“Yes, just take it as wealth and danger!

Didn’t our ancestors do this like this, following the country that Xianrong Kingdom has built and won the family’s century-old wealth?

The family has been used for so many years, and it’s time to fight again!

Third Master, just don’t worry! A person’s eggs are facing the sky, and he will never die for thousands of years!

We will never drag our backs on our feet and lose the face of the nobles.

This time I sent troops to release the horse, my mother explained it to me.

No matter if they were injured or disabled, they all accepted it. After they returned, the crown prince was as stable as Mount Tai.

If I die, it means I don’t have such blessings, and they still recognize me as my son.

In the future, I will adopt a successor for me, and I will not be able to break the incense or become a lonely ghost.

But if it's like Chen He...

Even if I come back alive, I will not be considered a member of Xiangyang Bo Mansion in the future.

Even the genealogy is removed from the genealogy, and wherever you love, you will die.

So, let's go, do it!"

Zhao Song, the prince of Xiangyang Bofu, is a good person on weekdays. Although he also practices martial arts, he is even more like a playboy than Jia Huan.

At this moment, he looked like a hero who was willing to do anything.

As for the fear and grief deep in his eyes, only he himself knew...

Jia Huan nodded when he heard this, under the torch, glanced around, and said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, come out!"

"Boom!!"

Accompanied by a muffled thunder suddenly exploded on the clouds, more than a thousand light cavalry came out from a declining corner side door of Huangsha Camp, floating towards the west like a ghost.

There is blood and energy hidden!

...

It was pouring rain.

The camp of Eros, the northeast road, and the endless military tents were in full swing.

"Vasily, drink!"

The extremely strong Cossack warrior, holding his wine bag and shouted loudly with his companions.

The warrior who was called Vasily also raised his wine bag and placed it beside his mouth, as if he was drinking the supreme delicious fairy wine, and kept drinking it "gudonggudong".

The Eros' love for wine is understood by everyone.

For them, as long as there is wine, it is heaven.

Vasily drank it until her face was purple, and she finally felt willing to let go, her eyes turned red, and she whispered: "Yuri, the Count is so generous! I have never drunk it so happily! It is really worth working for such a noble master."

Yuri nodded repeatedly and said, "You are right! Count Kresev is so kind and generous to us. I heard that vodka is as expensive as gold even in St. Petersburg. The Count is willing to take out so much wine and let us drink it...

Although it is mixed with other cheaper spirits, the taste is still satisfying.

Oh God, I love this taste so much.

It’s a pity that I can only drink it once a month, so it would be great if I drink it every day…”

Vasily laughed and said, "Yuri, you are too unsatisfied. We should be satisfied if we can smell the smell of vodka. We can drink it once a month, and I am willing to exchange it for my wife...

Moreover, it is not because the Count is stingy that we don’t let us drink it often, but because we have to be careful of the Qin people opposite, so we drink it every ten days. Today is our turn.

The Count is really wise!"

Yuri laughed and said, "Vasily, do you think that the Count is greater than your father?"

Vasily snorted and said, "How can my father compete with the great and kind Earl Master? In order to buy wine, the old bastard sold me to the Holden Manor. You know, Holden is the most hateful and stingy manor. I have suffered countless hardships but have never eaten enough.

But the Count treats us so kindly!

For the Count Master, Yuri, do it!"

"For the Count Master, do it!"

Yuri also responded loudly.

This scene appeared like a microcosm in countless soldiers' tents on the northeast road of Erros Camp.

The wine is so fragrant!

The Central Army’s tent.

On the thick Persian alpine cashmere carpet, Kresev leaned against the soft couch, and under the couch, two beautiful Western girls rubbed his legs.

Kresev held a glass cup, sipped ice wine, and looked happily at the dancer below, twisting his snake-like soft waist.

Under the thin gauze skirt, the infinite scenery is looming and extremely tempting.

These maids and dancers who serve are actually of different origins.

Most of them were noble daughters from the royal family of several ancient cities in the Western Regions. After Eros defeated Jungel, these ancient cities fell one after another. Their family had no choice but to surrender and presented the most beautiful pearl in the family to Kresev.

Not only that, their fathers and grandparents, and their family army also became Eros's servants.

For their fathers and families, they could only serve Kresev, a powerful devil from Eros...

"Get out!"

Seeing Princess Sophia walking into the tent with a gloomy face, Kresev lamented in his heart, and there was no show of entertainment tonight.

After waving the dancer and maid, Kresev said depressedly: "Dear cousin, are you doing anything?"

Sofia said coldly: "The news came from Petersburg that my father was in dying half a month ago. Kreshev, we can't waste it anymore. This war is completely meaningless, and Lake Berga is no longer important to us.

I cannot put my destiny in the hands of those brothers, I must return to Petersburg as soon as possible.

So, Kreshev, I hope you withdraw your troops immediately and escort me back to Petersburg!"

Kresev heard this and smiled bitterly: "Dear cousin, if you withdraw your troops now, everything will make no sense. This is a war..."

Sofia interrupted coldly, "You still want to hide it in front of me? You and the marquis of Qin are all the way. You have already discussed the end of the war. You stayed here just to benefit the marquis!

Damn it, when is it now, you still think about these things?

You must know that no matter which of my royal brother comes to power, your Mysickov family will never escape the fate!

Including your auntie…”

Kresev sneered in his heart when he heard this, his cousin was dreaming of the queen.

But she forgot that she is not the only one who is qualified to be a queen...

However, he is not willing to turn against his cousin at the moment. After all, behind Sophia is a powerful general who is the prince.

Kresev said: "Dear Princess, you must understand that this place is thousands of miles away from Petersburg. Even if we withdraw our troops immediately now, it will be too late.

I died half a month ago, so now..."

He shrugged.

"Damn it! How did you make an appointment with that stupid marquis? With you as the coach, he hasn't hit him yet. He is the stupidest and stupidest person I have ever seen!"
To be continued...