My Majesty Your Grace Novel

Chapter 12

　"That's it!" The little emperor said in the dim light, spreading out his hands.
　　The lights in the imperial study room will be on all day long, but there will be a gloomy feeling no matter what day or night. Chen Zeming has always felt very strange about this. The emperor's hand is an arrow made of fine iron, with four small barbs behind the arrow. It is very delicate and seems to be something to enjoy, but the sparkle on the tip of the arrow shows that it is also a sharp weapon. Can kill people.
　　"This is from Yang Liang..." Chen Zeming raised his head, and the emperor squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "Find this person and kill him." His eyes shone in the shadows with a shocking surprise. Cold light.
　　Chen Zeming didn't answer, he looked at the tip of the arrow that was handed over to him.
　　The Huns are not good at handicrafts. Such exquisite things must not belong to ordinary soldiers. It may not be difficult to find this person, but the hard part is to kill him as the emperor said.
　　The emperor walked over to the dragon chair and sat down: "This time the military affairs secretary can be fully responsible, and there will be no supervising army... This time I will give the Qing absolute command power. But such favors must be rewarded accordingly!"
　　He paused for a moment, and said softly: "...I look forward to the good news soon!"
　　Chen Zeming was stunned. According to the practice of the dynasty, the generals led the troops on the expedition, and the civilians must be sent to supervise the army. This is not only to prevent the generals from supporting themselves but also because the DPRK and China have always prioritized culture and military affairs. Regardless of the ancestral instructions, the emperor would obviously be dissuaded by his officials. Knowing that there would be such a big resistance, the emperor still gave this order firmly.
　　Does this mean that he has trust in himself that is very comparable to others? Looking at the still indifferent face above, Chen Zeming was puzzled.
　　He didn't know how to respond for a moment.

　　But at this moment, when he faced the terrifying scene of countless enemies swarming, he suddenly believed that it was trust, and he could only believe.
　　The soldiers behind him blew the horn, and the sound was long and abrupt. As the sound of the horn floated, his eyes suddenly became darker. Chen Zeming didn't need to look back to know that the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses hiding behind the sand dunes came out, and their banners swayed to cover the sun.
　　Some of the rushing Huns stopped immediately, looking up with a horrified expression, and some still rushed forward until they were shot by the rain, and then screamed and fell.
　　Lu Yan's complexion suddenly became gloomy when he saw the continuous figures on the sand dunes. Knowing that he was too eager to show off his skills, he had been deceived by underestimating the enemy, let alone speaking, he immediately retired. The brigade immediately turned into the front brigade, and when it was about to withdraw its troops, it froze again. It turned out that, at some point, another group of Chinese cavalry had touched it and blocked it.
　　Seeing the end of the siege, Chen Zeming shouted, waved the heavy halberd, and rode upon the horse. The cavalry followed closely and rushed into the enemy group.
　　The cry of the soldiers on the sand dunes shook the sky, and the darkness poured down like a tide, and the end of the line was not seen for a long time. The Huns were horrified and retreated again and again.
　　Chen Zeming killed him all the way, the blood on the place where his hands rose and fell like a horse, screaming, again and again, no one could stop him for a moment. The soldiers were so brave to see the commander, they were even more energetic. But even so, the Huns still have the ability to fight back in a team. It was not an imaginary defeat. When Chen Zeming happened to stop and wait and see, he was shocked.
　　Seeing what he was invincible, Lu Yan gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Where is Yehe!!" He shouted several times, but Yehe did not arrive.
　　Lu Yan sneered: "Tsing Yiwei!" A dozen people next to him responded in the chaos. Lu Yan pointed to Chen Zeming and said, "Get him trapped!" different.
　　Lu Yan took off a small crossbow from the horse, and Tsing Yiwei had surrounded Chen Zeming as far as his eyes could reach.
　　Before Chen Zeming ran all the way, he could almost be called non-stop, his cutting edge was unstoppable, but when he met these dozens of people, he suddenly ran into the shallows and slowed down.
　　Lu Yan took out a small □□ from his bag, slowly put it on top of the □□, straightened his arm in the direction of Chen Zeming.
　　At the end of the arrow, the circle became smaller and smaller, and the halberd in Chen Zeming's hand was gradually unable to open.
　　Individually, the dozens of martial arts are much stronger than ordinary Huns, but they are still a lot worse than Chen Zeming. What is strange is that once they join forces, the ultimate moves are endless, and there is no chance for a moment to breathe. Look carefully, the opponent's steps are scattered and orderly, and they are in harmony with the five elements and gossip, and they seem to be in a formation.
　　There was also a group of Huns who did not know when they surrounded the periphery, isolating them in the crowd. So even though his men saw him in distress, they couldn't get close to rescue.
　　After a few more moves, Chen Zeming began to show signs of defeat and couldn't help but become anxious. Xindao if I die here, the army will be in a state of confusion, thinking of this place, gritted my teeth and insisted.
　　The sun moved slowly like a fire, Chen Zeming dodged and evaded, the corner of his eyes suddenly caught a cold light in the distance, his heart trembled, and his body almost reflexively fell back.
　　The moment he leaned back, the arrow blew across his face with a sharp wind. At the same time, there was cold in the back of the shoulder, and the severe pain followed violently. Someone struck him while he was hiding from an arrow. Chen Zeming snorted, ignoring the knife wound behind him, suddenly shot, and grabbed the short arrow that was crossing him. At the same time, he held the halberd in his right hand and swept away those who hit him.
　　There was another chaotic attack on his side. He couldn't deal with it, so he could only point his halberd on the ground, kicking off the stirrup and jumping into the air with force, and the halberd rod suddenly bends. Several blades were missing, and one of the blades was slashing on the halberd, sparks splashing everywhere. When he passed by, Chen Zeming smoothly inserted a short arrow into the eye socket of the enemy beside him.
　　The man roared horribly like a beast and stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.
　　Chen Zeming drew out the arrow by the force of the fall, and a pillar of blood sprayed from the gap between the man's fingers, shooting high, even splashing on the face of the opposite fellow. The man screamed sternly, turned over, and fell. For a moment, he was exhausted, and the sharp and torn scream suddenly ended, and the hunting of the wind was revealed. Everyone was shocked and looked at each other hesitantly.
　　One less person, this array will be broken.
　　Chen Zeming landed, not looking at the besiegers, just staring down at the arrows in his hands. A few chills of cold light were reflected in the fuzzy mass of flesh and blood hooked by the arrow. Vaguely saw four sharp-pointed barbs on the tip of the arrow.
　　He raised his head and looked at Lu Yan who was fighting in a few meters.
　　At this moment, the blood flow from the knife-edge behind his shoulder has not stopped, most of his back has been wet, and he looks like a blood man.
　　Lu Yan put down the crossbow slowly, smiled at him if nothing had happened, and said coldly: "Kill him!"
　　Tsing Yiwei came up and surrounded Chen Zeming, who had fallen from the horse and abandoned the halberd.
　　Chen Zeming's heart suddenly penetrated, and the scene of Yang Liang's arrow flashed past his eyes. He had sketched this scene countless times before, but could not describe it completely. How could such a strong person die under the arrow?
　　At this moment, he knew very well.

　　Wind sand hovered between the horses' hooves, and the heavy halberd was quickly half-buried by the yellow sand.
　　Chen Zeming took off the helmet and threw it away, silently embedded in the sand. His right hand quietly touched the hilt of his waist. Tsing Yiwei winked at each other.
　　After this fight, Chen Zeming's originally tied hair has begun to loosen. He looks a little unkempt, but his back is always straight. This silent body seems to contain a certain kind of pressure that makes people look at it. This made Tsing Yiwei not dare to move easily.
　　The wind whizzed and started to get bigger, and the gravel danced and rose wildly, rising from the horse's hoof until fine particles began to hit the back of the rider's hand with the rein. Lu Yan smiled, and the sky won't kill me.
　　The confronting people did not dare to move a bit.
　　Chen Zeming's hairband was unbearable to fiddle with the wind, and gradually spread out, and suddenly the end of his hair fell down and blocked his right eye.
　　The attack was launched immediately.
　　The sword light suddenly rises, and chaos is like Qiuhua.
　　The yellow sand began to rage, blocking people's sight.
　　Lu Yan tried his best to see what was happening in the field.
　　After a while, the wind decreased slightly, and the figures of the Tsing Yi guards sitting on horses gradually appeared. They were still holding the knives, but the posture was slightly stiff.
　　Lu Yan's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately retreated.

　　The black shadow in front of him flickered, and a person suddenly emerged from the sand mist, his hand was sharp and sharp, and he pierced his chest. The steed under Lu Yan's seat was screamed in shock, and while he was controlling the horse, Lu Yan raised his hand to block, the sound of the stone rose sharply, and the iron crossbow in his hand was shaken to fly far away.
　　The guards of the Huns were shocked that Chen Zeming had already rushed to the front of King Youxian by covering the wind and sand.
　　The Tsing Yi guards who were supposed to hold Chen Zeming down one by one, their throats were cut cleanly, and two strands of blood flowed from their eyes as if they were crying sadly.
　　The guards were terrified. Although King Youxian had refuted the sayings of the gods as a lie before, there was clearly a magical power in front of him. Their inborn fear of ghosts and gods shook their courage, and for a while, no one would dare to step forward to protect the lord.
　　Lu Yan was immediately forced to dismount by Chen Zeming. The opponent's offensive was so fierce that he had no time to draw his sword. Seeing that his subordinates were timid at this moment, he couldn't help being furious. He fumbled and fumbled on the sand for a while, fell to a certain corpse, and touched a knife with his five fingers.
　　Chen Zeming was surprised that he was also a master.
　　Law extended laughed: ".. With gravel as a hidden weapon, shoot first scrapping, General Chen force of strong ah, I want pity I was also wonderful years □□, original encounter expert or not,"
　　Chen Zeming, without a word, grabbed him before.
　　The two have already handed in a few tricks between the electric light and flint, and it is hard to distinguish between them.
　　At this moment, the sky is getting gloomy, and the clouds are surging above the head, and the clouds are dark and gray. It seems that there is something hidden in it, and it will rush out soon. Just looking at it makes people scared.
　　The dust is bigger, and it is difficult to see people within five steps. It is difficult to stand in this situation, let alone fighting. Chen Zeming was anxious, and Lu Yan said: "The storm is coming, General Chen. If you continue to fight, it's just a joke about your own life. Why don't we
　　break up today, and we will retreat ." Chen Zeming knew that he could not stop him for a moment. , The black wind is ahead, this proposal is really beneficial to both sides, but in the end, he is not reconciled, gritted his teeth and attacked a few tricks, Lu Yan resolved one by one: "General Chen, you are a god, are you also a hundred thousand soldiers?" After talking, he laughed, quite mocking.
　　Chen Zeming knew that the other party had seen through all his arrangements.
　　The so-called "God of God" was only a part of his plan to entice the enemy to provoke him to provoke him to confront him in person, and to kill him in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, the opponent's forces are so strong that they can still fight bloody after the mid-volt. It's okay. The most regrettable thing is that the gods are not beautiful, the battle is halftime, the storm is approaching, and the battle that I have carefully calculated can only end in such a hasty in the end, it is really embarrassing. This person is as insidious and cunning as the rumors, and it will be difficult for him to escape this time, but it will be difficult to seduce him again in the future. Thinking of this, I couldn't help sighing.
　　Lu Yan saw through his thoughts: "I count three times, and we each step back." He said without waiting for him to answer and counted one by one.
　　After counting three times, both of them immediately called in and went back on their feet.
　　Chen Zeming turned his horse's head and was about to withdraw, but he heard Lu Yan shout: "General Chen, how many people are there in Han people like you?"
　　Chen Zeming turned his head in surprise and saw Lu Yan looking at him with a smile. Chen Zeming frowned and said: "There are too many to count! ... So if the prince cherishes his life, don't offend it lightly."
　　Lu Yan smiled without answering, and stood still, looking at his back, thoughtfully.

　　Chen Zeming settled afterward. In this battle, nearly 10,000 enemies were wiped out. Most of them were shot and killed by long-range shooting before the short-range combat. His own damage was only a thousand. The casualty ratio was not because the Huns were weaker, but because the two armies were just in contact. If it weren't for the storm to cut off the fight, one's own casualties might be far more than that. But in any case, the comparison between the two sides is really a big win.
　　The right sage of the Huns, Luyan, withdrew soon, and Chen Zeming was ordered to return to the court. Knowing the record, Longyan Dayue, the imperial pen personally appointed him to command Jiedushi, the fourth rank.
　　In the years of a weak crown, he became a powerful general in the world and became one of the high-ranking officials. It is really enviable and admired. Looking back over the past fifty years, only Yang Liang and him have done it.

　　After Chen Zeming presented the iron □, the emperor was a little startled, Chen Zeming said ashamed: "Weichen is incompetent, let Lu Yan escape." The emperor looked up at him: "I heard that Qing was also injured?"
　　Chen Zeming said: "It's not in the way." The emperor said: "Let me see."
　　Chen Zeming couldn't help but be stunned, and said: "The minister is injured behind, I have asked the doctor to look at it." The
　　emperor turned a deaf ear and only looked at him briefly.
　　Chen Zeming hesitated for a moment, and had to bite the bullet and untie his shirt, revealing the wounds, and turned his back. In fact, the wound has been bandaged at this moment, so no one can tell. Chen Zeming knelt for a while, not seeing any movement behind him, but he was even more nervous, like a thorn on his back, sweating like rain.

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