Chapter 1520: Who belongs to the hometown of the Han and Tang Dynasties? Blood fertile the homeland, and the remaining cold smell

Li Muyuan looked at the wild wolf in a daze, and saw that it had a grinning expression, which was similar to Li Muyuan's expression at this time.

Li Muyuan knew at a glance that the wolf was already extremely angry now!

It was desperately enduring its desire to bite the white and tender little hand... These wild wolves have long been strictly trained by the head wolf Awang, and will never allow them to speak to bite people in Tongzhou military uniforms.

"Fortunately, I changed her clothes!" Li Muyuan covered his forehead and thought with great gratitude: "Otherwise... this girl is really a lucky star!"

I saw the wild wolf enduring humiliation and anger, and was fiddled back and forth by the little girl's hands.

"Miss Li!" Li Muyuan quickly waved and asked Miss Li to come over.

"Mr. Zhang was so skilled just now. He was able to get out of the Jin army camp. I was afraid you couldn't." Li Muyuan smiled awkwardly and said, "So if the fortress is broken today, I'm afraid the girl will not be spared."

"Give me a knife."

At this moment, the little girl glanced at the dense and numerous Jin army corpses under the city. But she seemed to have not seen it.

Obviously, while she hated Wanyan Shouxu, she also regarded the Jin army that had hurt his father and brother and pursued her for thousands of miles as enemies. Now she did not care about the lives of these people at all.

Then the girl Li continued, "I can't fall into the hands of those outside anymore... Give me, General."

Seeing Miss Li stretching out a white and tender little hand to him, Li Muyuan sighed helplessly and had to pull out the short snowflake-shaped iron knife tied to his upper arm from the cuff of his military uniform.

This is his personal weapon given to him by his teacher, as Shen Mo's disciple, and his name is "Qinghan".

Li Muyuan took off his scabbard and handed the short sword that was only five inches long to Miss Li.

At this time, the Flower God Group in the distance saw Li Muyuan giving Miss Li a knife. The three girls rolled their eyes at the same time - sighing silently.

"Thank you...the hypocrite."

Miss Li said thank you lightly, and then turned around and went downstairs.

"By the way, why aren't Miss Li afraid of wolves?" Seeing that the girl was about to leave, Li Muyuan couldn't control it after all, and asked in confusion.

"Wolf? How come there are wolves? Isn't that a dog? Why can't you even distinguish between a wolf and a dog?" At this time, Miss Li turned around and looked at Li Muyuan, her big eyes full of sympathy.

Then, she shook her little head helplessly and went downstairs like this.

"Puchi!" As soon as Miss Li walked away, the three girls in the Flower God Group laughed together.

At this time, Li Muyuan was full of fire in his stomach and didn't know who to send it to. He had to take two steps to the side and come to the wild wolf's cage.

He held the cage in his hand and said helplessly: "We don't have the same knowledge as her! Don't be angry! Don't be angry!"

Seeing this scene, even the soldiers on the city were amused by their greatly defeated commander and held back their smiles.

At this time, people began to run around in the Jin army camp below the city wall. It seemed that the time for the attack was about to come.

This will be the day when the Fortress of the Heavenly Heaven becomes the Blood and Fire Purgatory, and it will also be the last day that determines everyone's fate!

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In the tunnel, Zhang Qing walked forward while watching Zhao Jianle, who was holding a torch in front of him, strode forward with a gun and strode forward.

After getting along these days, Zhang Qing also knew that Zhao Jianle didn't say anything for a long time, and he would definitely roll his eyes when he spoke, but this young man's heart was pretty good.

"After the city is broken, do you guys have a way out?" At this time, Zhang Qing walked forward, while worried about the Chengdu soldiers who lived with him day and night in the Yitian Fortress.

"There is a way out! You run away by yourself. We have to escape along the tunnel. Without war horses and ammunition, we will be caught up and killed by the Jin army if we don't use ten miles away!"

Zhao Jianle said disdainfully: "So if you want to die, you will die here. From the commander-in-chief to the big-headed soldiers, no one will run out."

"What a pity! You are still so young!" At this time, Zhang Qing, who was only twenty-three or four years old, sighed and frowned.

"You know a hammer!" Zhao Jianle said without looking back: "This place was once the hometown of China during the Han and Tang Dynasties! It was the land of our Han people!"

"It is the glory of us who are the bloody country and die for the nation. What do you know, a thief?"

At this time, Zhang Qing was constantly yelled back by Zhao Jianle, but he didn't care at all.

They usually talk like this. Zhao Jianle is actually not malicious, and Zhang Qing has long been used to it.

At this time, the two of them walked through the tunnel that lasted more than two miles and finally arrived at the end of the tunnel.

I saw a slope in front of me tilted upwards, and a small iron door opened above my head.

"There is a hidden authentic exit above," Zhao Jianle felt that he was saying too heavily and felt a little embarrassed.

He turned around and said, "I still have to go back to fight and can't accompany you at the entrance of the tunnel. You can take advantage of the battle outside and you will take the opportunity to rush out of the entrance of the tunnel as soon as the fire is fired in the city."

"You'd better take advantage of the smoke to kill a Jin army, take off his armor and put it on yourself, and then apply some blood on your face... so that you can pretend to be a wounded soldier, run out through the Jin army camp, and don't forget to steal a horse for yourself!"

"I remember!" Zhang Qing sighed immediately when he heard this, and then he saw Zhao Jianle turning around and leaving.

"I remember you, brother!" At this time, Zhang Qing saw Zhao Jianle's back gradually moving away, and he couldn't help but shout to the other side.

"Remember, I'm just useless!" At this moment, Zhao Jianle's figure was gradually moving away along the tunnel, but his voice was still clearly coming from a distance.

"Before robbing the family in the future, look at the bayonet!"

In the authenticity, Zhao Jianle's voice gradually became blurred and slowly disappeared.

"Battle? What's wrong with the bayonet?" At this time, Zhang Qing inexplicably pulled out the bayonet from his cuff.

In the darkness, Zhang Qing groped it from top to bottom, but found nothing. Until the cold bayonet became warm in his hand, he didn't find anything.
Chapter completed!