Now that the elites from the Song, Yuan and Wen gathered together in Huangyang Mountain, many people have already realized that the battle of Huangyang Mountain may become the ultimate decisive battle that determines the ownership of the north.

Sure enough, in the subsequent three-party meeting, Kublai Khan, Yue Yun and Xu Xuanrong finally agreed to fight to the decisive battle in Huangyang Mountain three days later.

The danger of this war is far greater than that of the battle in Lanzhou City.

Not to mention that the Yuan Dynasty's military strength is far superior to the Dajin Jin, the combined force of both sides has a total of 1.2 million, and the seventh-level powerful man who is close to thirty people.

These seven realms are not the seven realms of Jin Kingdom that were used to pretend to die with dry blood and energy by secret techniques, but are truly in their prime and full of blood and energy. Once these people completely break out and fight with all their might, they are afraid that the entire Huangyang Mountain will be razed to the ground.

It is precisely because the future of this battle is not yet complete, when Xu Xuanrong returned to the Literary and Art Camp to inform the incident, the huge camp fell into a rare silence.

"If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the final battle. Whether the Yuan Dynasty swallows the southeast and northwest, or whether we destroy the Yuan Dynasty, it depends on this battle in three days."

Looking around everyone, Xu Xuan's eyes were filled with phoenix power, his white clothes were like fairies, and his big sleeves were floating: "There are three days left. Everyone should rest and adjust their state. After three days, it will be the time for a decisive battle."

At this moment, except for the people from the Literature and Art Department, there are all six and seven realms. When everyone heard Xu Xuanrong's words, who had always been calm, they all felt a stern.

Li Yilin's death means that the first time Dawen City-state was truly aroused from anger. No matter what the Song Dynasty decided, their Dawen will definitely remain unrest with the Yuan Dynasty!

Xiao Jianshan hesitated a little and said with his fists: "Master, I don't know that Your Highness Wen..."

Everyone looked shocked when they heard this. Now that the decisive battle of Huangyang Mountain is about to be reached, Yao Ruoyu led several of the most elite troops in the literary and artistic army outside.

If they can come back in time to participate in the battle, I believe that their winning rate will be greatly improved.

Xu Xuanrong shook his head and smiled and said, "King Wen should still be in the northern grassland now. I can't guarantee whether he can come here in time."

Xiao Jianshan, Duan Xing and others sighed secretly. Seeing this, Han Derang's eyes sterned and said in a deep voice: "Why, without the prince here, would you not be able to fight?"

Yang Renjie hugged his chest with his hands and clenched his teeth: "Even if the old demon is not here, I will still kill those Mongolian dogs!"

"We will die if we avenge the prince-consort!" Xiao Jianshan hugged his fists and said solemnly.

"You must be alive!" Unexpectedly, Xu Xuan's eyes were filled with phoenix power and said coldly, "I don't want you to have the idea of ​​decisive death. My Dawen City-Country still needs you. Only by living can you show your ambitions. If we are really defeated in the war in three days, then we will run away desperately and flee back to Sichuan and Chongqing, and be prepared for the iron hoof of the Yuan Dynasty that followed as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

This is the first time I heard the order of the senior management to escape and die. Except for the people from the Literature and Art Department, everyone else was stunned. Xiao Jianshan opened his mouth wide and wanted to speak, but Han De let him look back.

After a while, after discussing the matters of joining the battle and setting up the formation and command in three days, everyone dispersed.

Because of discussing the details of the formation with Xu Xuan and Deng Yitong, Song Kai was a little late to leave the handsome tent.

At this time, the sky was already dark. Song Kai looked up at the moonlight in the night, and suddenly a trace of determination appeared in his eyes. Then he swept his sleeves and quickly walked outside a tent on the west side of the camp.

Standing at the door of the tent, Song Kai's eyes narrowed slightly. At this moment, he was inexplicably nervous, so that he was hesitant for a moment, who had always been decisive.

"Song Kai?"

Suddenly, a hint of hostility sounded from the side. Song Kai glanced sideways and saw Chu Zheng wearing a red robe standing not far away, looking at him with vigilance.

Frowning slightly, Song Kai glanced at Wu Xue's camp in front of him, and came to his senses without realizing it. He sneered: "This is my Dawen Military Camp. Chu Zheng, you are an outsider after all, how dare you sneak into our camp at will?"

He walked slowly to him, Chu Zheng raised his chin slightly and said proudly: "Sorry, Chu came to the prime minister Xu of Guibang to discuss matters under the order of the King of Chu. The reason why he could find Miss Wu is entirely due to the guidance of Lord Xu."

Although Chu Zheng is gentle, he will naturally not show timidity when facing his rival, and it is rare to show such a proud attitude.

With his eyes narrowed slightly, Song Kai suddenly sneered: "Since the matter has been discussed, why not leave? Do you want to spy on my secrets?"

"This is serious," Chu Zheng looked at him and said lightly, "Actually, Brother Song should be very clear about why Chu came here, let alone Brother Song came to Miss Wu's place in the middle of the night, which may damage Miss Wu's reputation?"

Seeing that he told this, Song Kai was not afraid and said coldly: "This is my personal matter with A Xue, so Brother Chu will not bother you."

No matter how much Chu Zheng admired Wu Xue, he only dared to call him "Miss Wu". Now, seeing Song Kai casually saying "Axue", he was extremely embarrassed and annoyed, and gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Song, please respect yourself when you speak, you and Miss Wu..."

Song Kai snorted angrily. He knew that the two of them were talking outside, and Wu Xue could definitely hear them inside. So he ignored his shamelessness and hummed: "I remember A Xue had explained it to you clearly back then. Why did he dare to harass A Xue after a few years?"

Chu Zheng smiled angrily and said, "I remember Miss Wu didn't seem to agree to you either? Where did you get the confidence to scold me?"

Seeing that he refused to retreat, Song Kai simply ignored him and turned his head and walked into the tent. Chu Zheng followed quickly when he saw this. He didn't want to face him and felt a cold air rushing towards him. He quickly waved his sleeve and stirred up a raging fire, burning the aura of death that Song Kai had randomly shot out.

After following Chu Kuangge for many years, Chu Zheng was not the gentle and humble gentleman who only knew gentleness and humility. As his thoughts moved, a raging fire burst out from his body and turned into several fire dragons entrenched around him.

Song Kai sneered, and the realm of the Styx emerged. More than a dozen of the weakest soul shadows with six realms were floating from the Styx, revealing the turbulent chill that made others' hearts and souls tremble slightly.

Seeing that the battle was about to begin, Song Kai and Chu Zheng seemed to have discovered something. After looking at each other, they put away their magic together, and then rushed into Wu Xue's tent side by side, and their bodies were shocked.

I saw that the tent was empty, and the two of them were fighting outside for a long time, and the main owner was not there at all.

*—*—*—*—*

Wu Xue, who had a piece of maltose in her waist, took out pieces of maltose wrapped in candy paper from her waist cloth bag with a heartache, and handed them to Jiang Siyu, Li Huan, Yu Jieyi, Hou Jingru and other women next to her.

In this small tent, there was a strong fragrance. Xu Xuanrong, Jiang Siyu, Yu Jieyi, Li Huan, Wu Xue, Hou Jingru and Han Yiqi were sitting together at several square tables that were put together, and the table was filled with various pastries and candies.

In front of them, Hu Xian, wearing a semi-transparent gauze shawl, knelt behind Fuxi's piano, and his fingertips raised his fingers. The sound of the piano was as clear as a phoenix ringing in the sky. Just to avoid affecting morale, Xu Xuanrong set up a sound-insulated spiritual array in advance, so that the beautiful sound of the piano that swayed people always echoed in this tent.

Eight Mei was talking and laughing in the tent. In the shadow behind the tent, Zou Buyi, wearing linen clothes and trousers, held a white paper fan, sat on the ground against the tent.

In the shadow, he was pale because his injuries had not healed, but his eyes were filled with a gentle smile.

He should have been a casual and elegant gentleman, who was lying on the rouge nest on earth, but was firmly tied by this piano music. Like a kite tied by a rope, no matter how free and romantic he was, he could not break free.

What's more, why do you have to break free?

The wealth and honor in heaven and the world are even worse than this piano piece that shows the tenderness of a woman!

*—*—*—*—*

Since joining the army, although Yang Renjie and Xiang Beibei have been in the military camp for many years, due to military rules, they rarely live in the same tent for many years, let alone hug each other, which is common in love.

But that night, Yang Renjie sent all his personal guards away, then hugged Xiang Beibei and sat on the wooden stake at the door of the tent together.

Xiang Beibei, who has always been as popular as an iron lady, also showed her shy face for the first time, quietly snuggling in his arms.

The flowers are full of the moon, and the regrets are made up for several years.

*—*—*—*—*

Atama's halberd! Purple orchid bow!

Behind the two weapons standing in front of the bed, two figures tangled together frantically under the reflection of the jumping candlelight. The burgundy curled long hair, the scarred man's chest, slender legs, all of this seemed to be integrated, leaving only the messy clothes scattered all over the ground.

*—*—*—*—*

"Abu, I know what you want to say."

Fu Chaozan, who was quietly touching the steel knife in his hand, suddenly sighed. Ren Jiasheng, who had a complicated face behind him, smiled bitterly and said in a stern manner: "Actually I..."

With his fists clenched, Fu Chaozan's eyes were filled with pain: "We came across time. Except for Deng Mengxin falling in the Southern Barbarians, we have been together since the reunion of Hezhou. We have the best relationship. Now we are looking for pleasure and die at the hands of the Mongolians. How can I not take revenge?"

Thinking of Li Yilin, Ren Jiasheng's face was full of depression and whispered: "It's just a blushing woman..."

"I understand," Fu Chaozan smiled miserably, "No matter what, she is your girlfriend, I won't, Mengmeng, Yao Ge and the others will never hurt her, but you have to understand that other Mongolians will not let go."

Nodding silently, Ren Jiasheng lowered his eyelids and quietly looked at the feather of the eagle in his hand that was as cold as his mood.

*—*—*—*—*

After repeated the war several times, Xu Xuanrong took a sip of tea, put his sleeves together, slowly walked to the door of the tent, raised his hand and raised the curtain, staring at the bright and brilliant full moon outside.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing and waning.

Now that the moon is full, why are people separated?

Sighing, Xu Xuanrong covered his heart and looked to the north in a daze.

Three days later, the decisive battle will be here, you... must come back in time!
Chapter completed!