MTL - Jun Jiuling-Chapter 745 Side off iron armor

He looked succinct and his tone was unquestionable. As with the day she caught her, it never changed.

Miss Jun bite the meat in her mouth and look at him.

Meat is different from soup, and it must be chewed.

She slowly bite it with her teeth.

Lu Yunqi let go of her hand and gently stroked her head.

Miss Jun swallowed the meat.

"You are wrong," she said. "It is not a weapon, it is a person."

Lu Yunqi looked at her, but Miss Jun was not looking at him, turning away from the line of sight.

Lu Yunqi turned and continued to slowly cut the lamb. The indoor quiet occasionally had hot oil dripping on the charcoal fire.

In the sound of dense firecrackers, the new year has arrived.

In the middle of the city, the lights are bright and beautiful, and the emperor and the queen are also in the palace. They watch the children in the temple laughing and laughing. The people, regardless of the rich and the poor, are also sitting in the family.

Even the gentleman's gate of the remote river house was surrounded by intermittent sounds of firecrackers. The towns and villages in the distance were like lights, and it seemed to add a bit of warmth to the winter night.

However, the wind and the wind were flying in the sky, and even if you were hiding in the house, you could not feel the heat.

But in spite of this, seven or eight people were crowded in the earthen house under the fort. In the soldiers wearing the old robes, there was still a middle-aged man wrapped in big skin and white fat.

Although the room was the thickest he wore, he almost walked into the brazier with his hands and feet. It seemed that only the burning pain made him feel warm.

"How is your day here so cold," he said, his voice shivering so much that the Northland accent that was originally learned was unspeakable and could not hide the strong southern sound.

Several soldiers laughed.

"It’s been so cold." One of them said, handing him a jug. "I said that you rich man, have you not been guilty of this crime?"

The middle-aged man shook his head again and again, took the wine from the soldiers and drank his mouth, and suddenly coughed and coughed, his nose and tears flowed.

This wolverine made the soldiers in the house laugh again, but everyone still gave him a bowl of hot tea.

"Don't think that we are playing you, you have to drink this wine here." I have been silent for a middle-aged soldier. "In the winter, I walked or probed the night. Without this wine, I fell down and closed my eyes." I will never open again."

The middle-aged man is emotionally and admired.

"Dong Jiachang's officers are really hard." He said, "Fu is really sincerely admired. I haven't been here before. I don't know. This time I went to the north and walked around, even if it was not difficult to fight."

He said that he would lift the jug that was handed over.

"Come here, I will respect you."

After that, I took a big swig.

This time, although it was not as embarrassing as it was last time, it was also a red-hot face, and tears swirled in my eyes.

A wealthy spoiled businessman can be so polite to them, and the soldiers who are doing it are hard to hide and thank you for raising the jug in their hands.

The atmosphere in the room was warm and dispelled.

But Dong Jiachang did not drink, and looked at the man with a gloomy look.

"I don't know why the squad is willing to leave you here to rest for the night," he said. "According to our historical rules, you are frozen on the road and you are not allowed to step into this level."

This is really rude, but the businessman is very tempered and not ashamed.

"Yeah, we also know that we are not in compliance," he said earnestly. "We all blame us for being unfamiliar, chaotic, and delaying the road. If it’s not for the team and the family, you love the people, we must not live. ""

Dong Jiachang raised his hand to stop it.

"Hey, needless to say me, I don't dare to be like a child." He said, "I only love people who follow the rules."

He looked at the businessman.

"I have arranged the places where you live. You are not allowed to step out from now on. Once you are found to be chasing you or your followers, we will kill them on the spot."

The businessman nodded again and again.

"Knowing it," he said earnestly. "You can rest assured that we don't dare to go away. If it is blown to the golden man by the wind, it will be miserable."

Some soldiers grinned, but they were busy closing.

"You can rest assured that as long as we can't open the castle door, it will be a big wind, and no one can go to the Jinren world. Similarly, the Jin people can't cross it." Dong Jiachang said, posing to the businessman, "Okay, It’s not too late, we have nothing to play here, Master Fu has to rest early.”

The businessman should be screaming, and bowed his hand to the soldiers in the house.

"Then everyone is happy new year," he said.

The soldiers laughed and returned, watching the businessman go out with a soldier.

Instead of being accompanied, he was actually watching and watching him go out.

"This businessman is also true. It is useful to earn so much money. This is a big year of suffering." The soldiers laughed and talked.

Dong Jiachang drank a drink.

"So when the grandfather of the country said that this businessman can not be underestimated, it is extremely embarrassing," he said.

Referring to the country's grandfather, the soldiers in the room all looked awkward.

Dong Jiachang stood up.

"We are all awakened at night, we are not over the New Year," he said. "The grandfather said, "Let's be a soldier, as long as you live, every day is the New Year."

The soldiers are all brushing up and standing up.

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The night is getting thicker and thicker, the snow stops, but the wind is still the same, so that the sound of the firecrackers in the distance becomes erratic.

The footsteps of the soldiers have become inaudible, only the torches meet to let everyone see each other.

"sleep tight."

The soldiers who took over the class said to the soldiers who had finished the inspection.

This is the simplest and most precious blessing.

The two sides meet immediately, and a team of torches wants to go to the barracks in the fort. One team goes up the fort city, watching the dark wilderness in the wind.

This is the boring life they repeat day after day, but even when the night is the most sleepy, when the wind almost wipes the eyelids, they always keep their eyes open.

The footsteps stepped on the gate, and the people standing under it seemed to feel the sand that fell.

This is a soldier with a lantern. When others are on the wall, he stays to check the gate.

In fact, you don't have to look at it. The door is heavy and there are three door bolts. Even if you use two logs outside, you can't open it.

But is the sand in the city gate not solid?

The soldier looked up and looked up. As soon as he looked up, he could hear a sigh.

This is the sound of the arrow piercing the body.

The arrow was still empty before it penetrated the body, but the wind tonight was too big, and the sound of the air was not heard.

The soldier flashed this last thought, and the man fell straight down. The lamp fell to the ground and a feather arrow in the neck opened a blood flower under the light of the lamp oil, and immediately annihilated.

The torches inserted in the doorway were also knocked down. Seven or eight figures flew from the inner night, and the torch was covered with cloth. The remaining light shone out one of the chubby middle-aged men wrapped in skin.

There was a bit of uneasiness on his face, but the eyebrows finally shivered, and he lifted his foot on the torch, and the cavern fell into darkness.

The creaking sound loomed in the night wind, followed by the fine footsteps, and the dark night seemed to be a giant worm.

The torch came down from the wall.

"Slow." Just at the moment when he was about to walk down the wall, the head of the soldier suddenly stopped and looked at the black-painted city gate. "How did the lights of the gates go out?"

"Is it blown out by the wind?" someone said.

This is also a common thing.

The head of the soldier swayed his head and pulled out the waist knife in one hand.

Although the other soldiers felt that it was unnecessary, they immediately followed him.

"Three gold?" shouted the soldier, "three gold?"

No one responded, quiet and heart-wrenching.

The head of the soldier stopped and suddenly raised his hand and threw the torch forward.

There was a strange scream in the night, accompanied by the light of the torch, and the soldier saw a person jumping from the ground not far away.

The torch was slamming on his head, and the hair without the thick helmet was instantly ignited, and he twisted his face.

The face of the head of the soldier was also instantly distorted.

"Gold..." he shouted.

But a feather arrow has been inserted into his forehead, with him straight down, snoring on all sides, countless feather arrows penetrating the wind like rain.

The screams were instantly submerged by the wind, and the landing torches ignited the people, and the entire city gate became brighter, and it also showed the dense people.

They held a bow in their hands, and they wore a short axe in their waist and a long axe. They suddenly looked like a horrible white eye, like a beast going down the mountain.

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At the same time, the New Year has arrived. The sound of dense firecrackers sounded on the ground. The villagers in the villages in the distance seemed to hear sharp horns in the sound of deafening firecrackers, and they violently tore the night sky.

They looked subconsciously to this side and saw that the sky seemed to have ignited a fire and burned the half of the night sky.

The fire is shining and the wolf is rolling.

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Across the Weihe River, the ground on the north side is lit up with a little sparkle. Even if it is lit like a wasteland, the spread of the earth will light up.

Standing on the car, the entire Wei River basin is full of people waiting to be sent.

"The time is up."

The wind swelled up the hood to reveal a man's face. It was Yu Chihai, who once appeared in the capital. At this time, his face was not humble and humble, only arrogant and fanatic.

"Children, the bustling land of Zhou people has opened the door to welcome us."

He raised his finger to the south.

"Go."

Wan Ma Qiming, landing like a thunder, the ice is breaking, like a cloud.

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(Three, eight thousand three hundred words, I wish you all a Merry Christmas, heavy fog)